LIVE! Monday, April 26th 2004
From the Arco Arena in Sacramento, California
Sam: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre…the final edition before OCW’s April Pay Per View Extravaganza, Rolling Thunder!!!
Hood: Electricity is in the air, Sam…tonight feels like a very special night…the champ is in the house, the number one contender is in the house, hall of famers are in the house, the president is in the house and Scoot time is in the HOUSE!
Sam: Very nice, Hood…but, yes…tonight is going to be off the charts…just like Hood said, the World Champion will be making a rare wrestling appearance as he prepares to tune up for his match against Andy Murray this Sunday. He will be facing Marcus Gratton…one of the more underrated stars on the OCW roster.
Hood: You can say that again…Gratton has been knocking guys off left and right this past month and had to BEG Dean for some respect. He’s finally getting a shot at Rolling Thunder when he faces -gag- Blue Thunder…
Sam: And, Blue Thunder is in action also, taking on the number one contender to the LightWeight Title…Frost, that match should be quite telling.
Hood: Yup, but the match I’m looking forward to is Terrence Black and Pete Parker…the current LightWeight Champ against one of the greatest LightWeight Champs in OCW history…unfortunately, it’s Non-Title.
~The arena suddenly starts to rumble, and quickly makes it's way up to a violent shaking. Fans start panicking and the arena lights flicker off. When the earthquake stops, the arena falls dead silent, and the OCW-tron buzzes to life. Images start to flash by on the screen, short and choppy like an old movie. Images of a pig's head covered with flies and impaled on a wooden pike, of the earth cracking open and lava flowing forth like blood from a fresh wound, of a tornado made of fire as it turns a peaceful countryside into a wasteland, and lastly of a raging storm of black clouds and blue lightning as it tears away at the landscape. The picture of a human skull with a cross embraced on it's forehead flashes in-between all of these images. On the last image, the symbols for Alpha and Omega appear and between them the following appears...~
Hood: What the fuck was that?
Sam: Not sure…but I didn’t like it…
Hood: Yea, made me want to reach out and hug someone…too bad you’re not a woman, Sam
Sam: Good thing I’m not…however, fans…one match that has created a stir is that of Ryu Izuma taking on Scoot Time. In this match we will see Ryu Izuma take on his idol, Scoot Time…and, it’s next!
~ “Livin in America” by James Brown begins to play with the fans standing and laughing as they see OCW’s biggest joke, Scoot Time, make his way down to the ring area~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 240 lbs….Scoot Time!!!!!
~ “Fat” by Weird Al begins playing with the OCW fans find themselves cheering when they see Ryu Izuma make his way down to the ring~
Warrick: And his opponent, from New York City, New York, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 600 lbs…. “The Flatulent Beast” Ryu Izuma!!!!!
~Izuma gets into the ring and the bell sounds. Izuma walks to the center and stares at Scoot. Scoot walks to the center of the ring and is face to face with Izuma. Izuma extends his hand to Scoot and Scoot smiles, shaking it~
Sam: Ryu Izuma is finally face to face with his idol!
Hood: Some kind of idol…I hope they both lose
Sam: Not me, this is right up there with Kobe guarding Michael Jordan or Willie Mays passing the torch to Barry Bonds…WHAT A MOMENT
Hood: You are fucking insane
Sam: Whatever
~Scoot finishes shaking Izuma’s hand and then catches him off guard with a slap across the face!! Izuma is stunned as Scoot starts to pummel him with a number of lefts and rights to the head. Izuma staggers back and finds himself standing in a corner. Scoot starts to go to work on the midsection of Izuma with some stiff kicks into the gut. Izuma’s mouth is open as he is gasping for air with the wind being kicked out of him~
Sam: Looks like Scoot Time liked the respect that was being shown but is now letting it be known he isn’t going to lay down for Ryu Izuma.
Hood: Smart move…I’m starting to respect Scoot Time more and more…whip that fatass…whip his ass!
Sam: Ahem, impartial, remember?
Hood: Shut the hell up
~Scoot now climbs up to the second rope and starts to pummel away on the head of Izuma. Izuma tries to cover up, but Scoot is going off on him with lefts and rights. Finally, Izuma counters by grabbing Scoot’s legs and carrying him into the middle of the ring. Izuma then flattens Scoot to the mat with a huge spinebuster! Scoot ends up being laid out as Izuma slowly gets back to his feet~
Sam: The big size and strength advantage came into play there for The Flatulent Beast
Hood: Yea, looks like Scoot just go crushed
Sam: Not hard to happen when you’re facing a man who weighs around six hundred pounds
Hood: Damn, that dude is fat
Sam: Yea, perhaps he should give Richard Simmons a call
Hood: I didn’t know Izuma was gay
Sam: Ugh, nevermind
~Izuma slowly pulls Scoot to his feet and lifts him up in the air, carefully placing him across his shoulders. Izuma then falls backwards and crushes Scoot into the ring mat with a Samoan Drop!! Izuman then goes for the pin on Scoot Time as the ref makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Sam: Scoot Time kicked out…there’s something I don’t think I’ve ever seen
Hood: Yea, seems like he’s either pinning or getting pinned
Sam: Exactly
~Izuma gets to his feet and pulls Scoot to his…he whips Scoot into the ropes, Scoot bounces off and Izuma knocks Scoot to the ground with a big lariat. Scoot’s body slams into the mat and he is laid out as Izuma has to take a breather before going back to work on Scoot~
Sam: A little short of breath
Hood: Perhaps he should work on his cardiovascular system…might help him seeing as he wrestles for a living.
Sam: Yea, I think I might suggest that to him
Hood: Then again, it could cut into his Jack in the Box time…
Sam: Good point
~Izuma now grabs Scoot’s arm and drags him into a nearby corner. Scoot’s head and chest is positioned just a few feet away from the corner. Izuma now climbs up to the second rope with his back facing the ring. He then leaps off and nails Scoot with the Beast Bomb!!! Scoot’s body is crushed as the ref makes the count with Izuma pinning Scoot~
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2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings with the ref raising the hand of Ryu Izuma~
Warrick: Here is your winner….. “THE FLATULENT BEAST” RYU IZUMA!!!!!
Sam: Bitter sweet victory as Ryu Izuma won…but at the expense of his idol
Hood: Will you stop with that crap! A win is a win…I’m sure the Flatulent Beast will take it without any second thoughts.
Sam: You could be right…on another note…Scoot Time’s win streak has been snapped
Hood: Well, we all knew it couldn’t last forever…let alone a few days
Sam: True
~ “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors down hits and Blue Thunder walks out pushing a giant wheel of fortune like wheel. He pushes it down to the ringside area where he grabs a mic and rolls into the ring~
Thunder: Hello all my Thunderites and welcome once again to Monday Night Massacre right here in Sacramento! I bet your all wondering what the heck I am doing out here right now with this giant wheel. Well I’ll tell you what I am doing out here with this giant wheel. On this giant wheel are different types of matches, for example we have TLC, a Hazardous Ladder match, No DQ, Best 2 out of 3 falls, a normal match, a table match, a mask versus career match and more. What I am going to do is spin this here giant wheel and whatever it lands on is what I want the stipulation to be for the TV title match at my PPV, Rolling Thunder III. I would spin the wheel but I think that would be a little too phony so I am going to pick someone else to spin the wheel. How about our good friend from the commentators table Sam! Come on over here Sammy.
~Sam gets up from the commentators table and walks over next to the giant wheel. Thunder rolls out of the ring and stands next to Sam~
Blue Thunder: There you go Sam why don’t you go ahead and give the wheel a great big spin for all the Thunderites out there tonight and those at home watching on TV.
~Sam spins the wheel~
Blue Thunder: Thank you Sam, you may now return to your seat. Well Marcus let me inform you what the wheel shows. According to the “Wheel Of Thunder” you and I shall engage in a SUBMISSION MATCH at Rolling Thunder III.
~The crowd goes wild and Thunder rolls back into the ring~
Thunder: So what we have is the OCW greatest technical wrestler and TV champion taking on a man who claims to be the best technical wrestler in a submission match for the TV title. It sounds like we shall soon find out who really is the best technical wrestler and I think that not too many of us will be surprised to find out that it is me. Because we all know that Good Always Prevails Over Evil!
Hood: Ugh, I hate this guy…now a submissions match…I’d better bring my pillow to the announce table for Rolling Thunder…anyways, while Sam gets back over here, let’s go backstage…
~We go backstage to Dean’s office where he’s discussing something with Jeff Morton, who looks like he’s just been chewed out~
Dean: Listen, sucka…I’m THIS close to sending you packing, understand? Now, if you don’t put up a decent showing against Lee Daniels tonight, you’re gone…here me? G-O-N-E…GONE! Now, not like you need any more incentive than that…BUT, with Pete Parker withdrawing his name from the Hardcore #1 Contenders match…I do need someone to fill that spot. So, if you impress me enough…then it’s yours. Now, I suggest…
Jeff Morton: Thanks Deano, thanks!!! You won’t…
Dean: Quit thanking me and get ready for your match, sucka!
~Morton sprints out of Dean’s office to face Lee Daniels in the next match, we go back to ringside~
Sam: Well, that was fun…that Blue Thunder is one heck of a guy
Hood: You’re making me sick, stop it
Sam: Well, he is…
Hood: Okay, fine…get off his nuts and transition us to the next match!
Sam: Okay…well, as you just saw, Dean wants Jeff Morton to “impress” him otherwise it’s “bye bye, Jeff”…so, in the next match he goes up against OCW rookie Lee Daniels…let’s see if he can get the job done
~ “Rock Superstar” by Cypress Hill begins to play as the fans stand and watch Lee Daniels make his way down to the ring area. He gets inside of the ring as Warrick does his thing~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing 6’4” and weighing in at 260 lbs….Lee Daniels!!!!!
~ “Soldier” by Eminem begins to play as the fans stand and watch Jeff Morton make his way down to the ring area~
Warrick: And his opponent, from New York City, New York, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 230 lbs….Jeff Morton!!!!!
~Morton gets into the ring as the bell quickly sounds…he and Daniels lock up in the center of the ring with Daniels gaining the early advantage, via a headlock. He applies more and more pressure as Morton struggles to find a way out of it. Morton tries to lift Daniels up, but Daniels blocks it…Morton tries to whip Daniels into the ropes, but Daniels blocks that as well. Finally, Morton does all he can and starts to punch away into the kidney of Daniels, Daniels grip loosens as each blow effects him more and more~
Sam: Lee Daniels really has a firm grip on Jeff Morton…but, now, it appears to be loosening…
Hood: Yea, a couple of stiff shots to the kidneys will do the trick
Sam: Just like what Morton is doing!
Hood: No, I’m talking about shots of Everclear or Whiskey…maybe some MoonShine
Sam: Yuck!
~Daniels grip is loosened enough where Morton is able to sneak his head out of the lock. He’s now standing behind Daniels and pulls Daniels’ arm behind him and gets him in an arm lock. Daniels flings a few wild elbows, trying to nails Morton, but Morton ducks them both. Morton then shoves Daniels into a corner, Daniels braces himself with his hands, avoiding a collision with the top turnbuckle. He then turns around to face Morton, only to receive an elbow into the face. Daniels staggers back into the corner as Morton starts to kick away into Daniels’ midsection…each kick sending him sagging closer and closer to the ground~
Sam: Jeff Morton finally found an escape and he’s making the most of it as we speak
Hood: Yea, I really don’t know who to hate here…they are both too new for me to find anything TO hate
Sam: Well, this Morton guy kind of reminds me of Arryk Rage
Hood: There ya go!! Morton sucks!! Go Daniels!!!
~Daniels is just about seated on the mat from the kicks when Morton stops, grabs his hair, and yanks him to his feet. Morton then whips him across the ring and Daniels slams into the opposite corner, hard. Morton then charges in, going for a splash, and as he leaps in the air, Daniels ducks and lifts Morton up in the air, over the turnbuckle, and Morton lands hard on the outside!!! The fans cheer as they see Morton’s body laid out from the tremendous fall~
Sam: Morton being a bit overzealous cost him right there
Hood: Yup, he just blew the proverbial load on that money shot
Sam: Ugh, Pornstar hasn’t even appeared yet and you’re already using the sexual innuendoes?
Hood: But of course, my friend
Sam: Gonna be a long night…
~Daniels goes to the outside as Morton is still laid out. Daniels pulls Morton to his feet, measures him up, and nails him with a straight right hand to the jaw. Morton’s body staggers back against the guardrail. Daniels marches towards Morton, but meets a kick into the gut. Daniels ducks in pain from the gut and Morton grabs his head. Morton then climbs up on top of the guardrail, jumps off, and performs a Tornado DDT slamming Daniels’ head into the floor. The crowd applauds the athletic maneuver~
Sam: Jeff Morton displaying that athletic ability that had management so high on him after his win over the Monk
Hood: Please, Dean fired the guy…can we never mention the Monk of White Forest again?!
Sam: Yea, good point
Hood: He’s sitting in a white padded room somewhere…not exactly a white forest, but close enough for him to call home.
Sam: Uh Huh
~Morton gets to his feet and gives Daniels a few stiff kicks as he’s lying on the ground. Morton then pulls Daniels back to his feet and whips him into the apron. Daniels’ back slams into the apron and he clutches it in pain. Morton then kicks him in the gut, once again, and Daniels bends over in pain. Morton the grabs Daniels by the head and violently throws him to the ground. Daniels head slams into the guardrail as the rest of his body crashes onto the outside floor. Morton rolls back into the ring~
Sam: Jeff Morton has all the momentum in this match, he’s taking the rookie to school.
Hood: Funny to hear you say that, seeing as he’s basically a rookie himself
Sam: Yea, but still
Hood: No “but still” you fucked up, admit it
Sam: What the?!
Hood: You pulled a Dallas Cowboys Draft Day error, okay? Admit it!! You should’ve selected Steven Jackson…JUST ADMIT IT!!!!!
Sam: Riiight…back to the match!
~Morton is now standing in the center of the ring watching Daniels. Daniels gets to his feet, staggering around a bit. Morton then runs towards the ropes, and leaps over the ropes, going for a somersault, Daniels moves, however, and Morton’s body crashes into the guardrail!!! The fans stand and cheer as Morton’s body is all tangled up in the railing~
Sam: Once again, Morton was a little out of control, and it cost him
Hood: Yea, dude’s gotta learn to control his spooge
Sam: Okay, this has to be an all-time OCW low…the word “spooge” was just uttered on OCW television.
Hood: Nah, this ain’t lower than No Limits 2…trust me
Sam: Oh…yea, forgot about that one
~Daniels pulls Morton to his feet and tosses him back into the ring. Morton isn’t moving as Daniels gets into the ring and covers Morton. The ref slides into view and makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Sam: Kickout by Jeff Morton…he’s showing some grit and determination!
Hood: I guess…it had been like 10 minutes since he crashed and burned
Sam: Not THAT long
Hood: Well, felt like it
Sam: Whatever
~Daniels gets to his feet and pulls Morton to his. He whips Morton into the ropes, Morton bounces off and Daniels puts his head down. Morton takes advantage of this, grabs Daniels’ head, and plants him into the mat with an Implant DDT. Both men are now down on the mat~
Sam: Rookie mistake by Lee Daniels!
Hood: Yea, you never put your head down…not unless you’re going to…
Sam: Okay! I’m stopping you right THERE!
Hood: Dude, I was just going to say if you were bobbing for apples
Sam: Sure you were…
~Morton slowly gets to his feet and crawls into a nearby corner. He climbs to the top as Daniels hasn’t moved. Morton is at the top and quickly leaps off, he nails Morton with a frog splash!!! He hits it perfectly and quickly makes the cover. The ref makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Sam: Kickout by Lee Daniels!
Hood: Hmm, one kickout a piece…pretty even match, I guess
Sam: As even as they come!
Hood: Yea, okay
~Morton gets to his feet and pulls Daniels to his. He whips Daniels into the ropes and takes him down with a spinning heel kick. Morton then climbs back up to the top rope and looks down at Daniels once again. He leaps off, going for some type of move, but Daniels gets his leg up in the air and kicks Morton in the face!!! Morton falls back and winds up lying on his back in the middle of the ring~
Sam: Went to the well one too many times
Hood: Stupid cliché catch phrases
Sam: Hey, it fit right in with that moment
Hood: Whatever, man
~Daniels slowly gets to his feet, as does Morton. Morton goes to punch Daniels, but Daniels blocks it. Daniels then wraps both of his hands around Morton’s throat and lifts him up, high in the air. Morton tries to get out of it by punching Daniels in the head, but Daniels quickly drops him down with a Double Handed Chokeslam(The Bouncer Bomb)!!! Morton is motionless as Daniels goes for the pin~
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2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings as the ref raises the hand of Lee Daniels~
Warrick: Here is your winner….LEE DANIELS!!!!!
Sam: Great win for the rookie…definitely not following in the foot steps of the past rookies that Dean shipped off last week.
Hood: Nope, this one actually won a match!
Sam: Yup, so, by default, you have to say he has a bright future
Hood: Uh Huh
Sam: And Jeff Morton showed some life tonight…perhaps he’ll be sticking around
Hood: We’ll have to wait and see…
~Daniels is about to leave the ring when Morton attacks him from behind!!! Daniels falls to one knee and Morton stands in front of him…Morton then nails him with a roundhouse kick that immediately sends Daniels unconscious. Morton then grabs a mic and begins to speak~
Jeff Morton: Damn rookie…you barely, BARELY got me in that match, but, no worry…I think I proved to Dean that I’m good enough to stick around in OCW. So, that means I’ll be seeing YOU at Rolling Thunder III…along with the House of Pain and Curt Canon. But, rest assured…the Hardcore title shot would be nice, no doubt, but I’m going into Rolling Thunder III hoping to send you to the hospital, you hear me bitch?
~Morton pulls Daniels’ head up and rams the mic right into his forehead. Morton then pulls Daniels to his feet, hooks him and delivers a Reverse Tornado DDT, nearly snapping Daniels’ neck in half…a move that Morton calls East Side Ride. Morton then exits the ring as some paramedics tend to Daniels~
Sam: Jeff Morton showing some signs of aggression
Hood: Hell yea…he wants that match at Rolling Thunder III and I think he just earned it, Sam!
Sam: Might have…and, in the same process, ended the match for Lee Daniels…that was a wicked kick followed up by a wicked Reverse Tornado DDT
Hood: Yea, Lee Daniels may need a neck brace before getting back inside that ring
Sam: No doubt
~The action switches backstage where President Dean is shown in his office shuffling around various papers. He scratches his forehead and sighs loudly right before a knock at the door is heard. In walks the World Heavyweight Champion himself, Top Dog. He is prepped for his match as he is in his black windpants and sleeveless tee. Over his shoulder he is carrying the biggest prize in the fed – the belt itself. Dean gives a light smile.~
Dean: Hey there champ, what can I do for you? Take a seat if you want.
Top Dog: Boss, why so glum? You don’t sound very excited with only ONE week away from the most exciting pay-per-view yet: Rolling Thunder III!
Dean: Yeah, that’s exactly the thing I’m stressing out about. Getting everything together for next week is a pain in the ass. Getting the superstars there, catering, the arena set up…it’s a lot to handle.
Top Dog: Well, I guess I’m here to add to your stresses then. I wanted to talk to you about my match with Andy Murray at Rolling Thunder III. I think we need to add a little spice to it, so to speak. Can I run an idea by you?
Dean: Hey, you’re the champ, sucka. I’m all ears. What have ya got for me?
~The audio feed fades out just as Top Dog begins to talk, and Dean is intently listening to him, nodding his head slowly. A few seconds later, the video feed cuts and we go back to the arena.~
Sam: I wonder what kind of match ideas Top Dog has running through his mind
Hood: Not sure, but I hope it’s something cool…I want to see one HELL of a main event
Sam: Oh, rest assured, with Andy Murray and Top Dog going at it, that match will be nothing short of spectacular
Hood: Yea, I hope you’re right
Sam: Well, next up, OCW fans…we’ve got The Hangman taking on Curt Canon…one of the largest OCW superstars facing the smallest…should be interesting…
Hood: -cough- ugly -cough-
Sam: Whatever…let’s go down to ringside!
~ “Figure 8” by Trust Company starts up with the fans standing and cheering as they see Curt Canon make his way down to the ring area~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!!!! Introducing first, from Tafton, Pennsylvania, standing 5’4” and weighing in at 155 lbs….Curt Canon!!!!!
~ “Big Gun” by AC/DC starts up with the fans booing extremely loudly at the sight of Hangman making his way to the ring. Hangman looks extremely upset as he makes his way to the ring~
Warrick: And his opponent, from San Antonio, Texas, standing 6’9” and weighing in at 325 lbs….The Hangman!!!!!
~Hangman gets into the ring with the bell sounding…he sends a cold stare Canon’s way. Canon sports a cocky smile, taking Hangman lightly. Hangman slowly makes his way into the center of the ring as Canon stays back in his corner. Canon quickly leaps up to the top rope and jumps off, hoping to take Hangman down with some aerial move, but Hangman catches him. Hangman then lifts Canon up in the air, presses him a few times, and then deposits him on the mat with a Gorilla Press Slam!!! Canon grabs his back in pain~
Sam: Hangman is EXTREMELY upset over his loss last week
Hood: Yea, the way he lost sucked…he didn’t really lose, Night Stalker got so lucky
Sam: I’d have to agree with you…Night Stalker didn’t beat Hangman…Hangman beat himself
Hood: Right On, Sammy
~Hangman rips Canon to his feet and tosses him into a corner. Canon slams into the corner hard. Hangman unloads on Canon with a barrage of lefts and rights as each blow nearly sends Canon’s small body flying out of the ring. Hangman finally stops, grabs Canon by the hair, and effortlessly tosses him into the center of the ring~
Sam: This is going to be a massacre
Hood: Going to be?! This IS a massacre
Sam: Good point, Curt Canon is out of his element
Hood: R.I.P. Mr. Canon
~Hangman pulls Canon back to his feet and smacks him around a bit, the fans boo this very passionately. Hangman then lifts Canon up over his shoulder, positions him and delivers a spike Tombstone to the mat. Canon’s body goes limp and is lying in the middle of the ring, motionless~
Sam: Hangman appears ready to end this debacle
Hood: Yea, hopefully Canon can walk after this match…maybe his neck isn’t too badly broke
Sam: For his sake, hopefully not
Hood: Well, for our sake, hopefully it is
Sam: HOOD!!!!!
Hood: I’m just joking, Sam, geez
~Hangman now applies the claw slam onto Canon, after yanking him back to his feet, he slams him to the mat and keeps it locked on. Canon quickly taps out, not wasting any time as the bell sounds fast. Hangman holds onto the hold longer than advised before a few officials have to forcibly remove him. He then exits the ring to a LOUD chorus of boos~
Warrick: Here is your winner….THE HANGMAN!!!!!
Sam: Hangman with a dominating performance tonight
Hood: Sam, this guy is going to be special…he’s going to hold a lot of gold, very soon
Sam: I think you’re right…this guy is very talented
Hood: Sure is…
~Hangman is about to exit the ring when, suddenly an image appears on the OCW-tron of a little girl in a white dress died red with blood, hanging from a hangman's noose. In her right hand, still gripped tightly, is a broken doll. The camera pans out to reveal a tall figure, black as an evil storm, looming neaby. The rim of the hat and outline of the coat raise suspicions but the sound of Night Stalker's voice confirms the monster's identity.~
Night Stalker: Hangman, the end of our feud approaches. The battle to end all battles will be held in Los Angeles. The forces of Light can do nothing but watch as the forces of Darkness clash. Little Tommy and little Aaron are going to have nothing to do with this fight. They are already dead. I have never been defeated, not even by you Hangman. I am simply unbeatable. Can you do what nobody else has? I'm tired of burying little girls, broken dolls, and bugs, so I enjoyed our match last week. Even so, I will enjoy ending you once and for all this coming sunday Hangman. Ending careers is what I do, and you will find yourself slain and buried next to the likes of the Judge and Black Jack, the man who gave you your first taste of defeat and frustrated you so much with it. If you enjoy the taste of death, then you will be gorging youself in one week's time. Until then, Hangman, I'll see you through your nightmares.
~The OCWTron flickers off with Hangman looking irate. He points up at the OCWTron and yells some stuff out before rushing backstage in a hurry~
Sam: Night Stalker has already started the mind games…he wants to get into the head of Hangman before their match at Rolling Thunder III.
Hood: Smart move…Hangman was one crucial mistake away from defeating the US Champ last week and, now, he has a rematch…this time, the gold is on the line.
Sam: Sure is…should be a great match to watch!
~The scene cuts to the back door entrance where the wrestlers come in. A large stretch excursion pulls up. Scorpion gets out of the back with his Title over his shoulder. As he walks through the door into the arena, he takes a left turn. He is halfway down the hall, when his opponent HOP, comes around the corner of the hall. Scorpion’s eyes bug out and his face gets red. House of Pain gets a small grin on his face, and starts walking a little cocky~
Hood: All right, this could get a little interesting...
Sam: Our Champion could be in some trouble here.
Hood: Come on Sam. Scorpion is a big boy, he can handle him self. Plus, What in the hell could the House of Pain possibly do?
Sam: I am not sure, but it looks like were about to find out.
House of Pain: look who it is...The Intercontinental Champion.
Scorpion: Wow, you can actually see straight. After tonight you may not be so lucky.
House of Pain: I wouldn’t be counting my marbles ahead of time if I was you. Tonight, I promise it will be a match for the record books.
Scorpion: So you think. Well if I was, I’d be second guessing that assumption.
House of Pain: You wanna know the funny thing is?
Scorpion: What might that be?
~House of Pain then pops Scorpion in the face. The Intercontinental Champion hits the ground. You then see the big man take a piece of metal off of his knuckles. House of Pain then leans over Scorpion~
House of Pain: You sure ain’t me!
Hood: What in the world does the House of Pain think he is doing.
Sam: Looks like he just knocked the shit out of Scorpion, that is unreal.
Hood: Somebody needs to stop that man. He just took out our Intercontinental Champion.
Sam: Wow Hood, you’re so observant. Seems that the big man is sending a message out to OCW once again.
~House of Pain then begins to walk away. As he begins to walk away, he has a small grin on his face. While he walks down the hall, not looking back, you see refs running down the hall, passing the House of Pain. He doesn’t even flinch about what just happened. We then go back to ring side~
Sam: House of Pain sending Scorpion a big time message…informing him that he’s here for business…he’s not some pushover for an easy win, he’s here TO win
Hood: No doubt…he’s a big, tough guy…but he just better hope he didn’t write a check that his ass can’t cash
Sam: Time will tell, Hood…time will tell…but, until that, which is our main event…we have a match that could easily headline ANY OCW show…Terrence Black taking on Pete Parker…let’s go down to ringside for this one!
Terrence Black (9-1) vs. Pete “Pornstar” Parker (4-1)
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Non-Title match scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 229 lbs, he is one half of the OCW World Tag Team Champions….Pete “Pornstar” Parker!!!!!
~ “Americana” by Offspring begins playing with the fans standing and cheering the arrival of the OCW LightWeight Champion, Terrence Black, he makes his way down to the ring area~
Warrick: And his opponent, from Old Hickory, Tennessee, standing 5’10” and weighing in at 184 lbs, he is the OCW World LightWeight Champion…..Terrence Black!!!!!
~Black enters the ring and carefully hands his precious title over to the ref. The ref carries it to the time keeper with Parker eyeing the belt he once wore. The bell then sounds with both men meeting in the center of the ring. Parker begins to talk down to Black, trying to intimidate him…Black will have none of it. Black gives Parker a shove, causing Parker to stagger back a few steps. Parker then lunges forward with a punch, Black ducks. Parker turns around and Black nails him with lefts and rights that have Parker reeling against the ropes. Black then whips Parker off the ropes, he sprints across the ring, bounces off the opposite ropes and Black leaps in the air, nailing him with a cross body!! Black leaps back to his feet as Parker rolls out of the ring to get away from him~
Sam: Pete Parker is running for his life!!
Hood: Get a grip, it was just a cross body, not like Terrence Black is packing a 45
Sam: But still…shows who’s got the upper hand
Hood: Yea, like thirty seconds into the match
Sam: Well, it’s obvious who you’re pulling for
Hood: Porn all the way, my man
~Black goes to the outside, following Parker…he sneaks up behind Parker and yanks his hair, he turns Parker around where Parker is facing him…Black then nails Parker with a few more lefts and rights, Parker staggers back against the guardrail. Black then goes for a big lariat, but Parker ducks and back body drops Black over the guardrail!!! Black lands hard amongst the crowd and on the hard, concrete surface~
Sam: Pete Parker showing the veteran tendencies by capitalizing on Black’s aggressiveness
Hood: Yup, I told you that nobody can stop the Pornstar
Sam: Would you even like this guy if he didn’t do porn?
Hood: Please, don’t jinx it, Sam
Sam: Fine…
~Parker now reaches over the guardrail and pulls Black to his feet, using his hair. Black, though, fights back nailing Parker with some stiff right hands to the head. Parker staggers back as Black stands on top of the guardrail. He leaps off and jumps on top of Parker’s shoulders, wraps his legs around Parker’s head and delivers a huricanrana!!! Parker’s head is planted into the ground as the fans go wild for the move~
Sam: Terrence Black showing that it takes more than being conservative to beat the best in OCW.
Hood: Okay, first you preach being conservative, then you praise high flying moves…MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND!
Sam: Sorry, I’m just going with the flow
Hood: Going with the flow…that’s how an accident like you happens
Sam: HEY!
~Black gets to his feet and walks over to Parker, he pulls Parker to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Black then climbs to the top rope and looks down at Parker, who is on his back and not moving. Black leaps off, going for a Guillotine Leg Drop!! He nails it!!! Black then goes for the pin as the ref makes the count~
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Kick Out!!!
Sam: Pete Parker kicks out…the champ couldn’t keep him down
Hood: Dayum…after all of that and Parker still kicks out…I told you Porn is the best training technique
Sam: I don’t believe that
Hood: That’s because you’ve never had sex
Sam: I’m not discussing my sex life on the air
Hood: VIRGIN
~Black gets to his feet and pulls Parker to his…he kicks Parker in the gut a few times while backing him into the ropes. He whips Parker off the ropes and Parker runs across the ring, he bounces off the opposite ropes and Black goes for a spinning heel kick, Parker ducks. Parker bounces off the other ropes, Black turns around, Parker leaps up in the air and nails Black with a flying forearm!!! Black falls over and is laid out as Parker is lying down to, trying to get to his feet first~
Sam: Great move by Pete Parker…he’s managed to slow the champ down!
Hood: Yup, Pornstar is the way to go
Sam: Right, right, right
Hood: Dude, I’m serious
Sam: The sad thing is that I KNOW you’re serious
~Both men make it their feet simultaneously, Parker lunges at Black, but Black kicks Parker in the gut, slowing him down. Black then whips Parker into a corner and Parker hits hard. Black charges in, but Parker gets his feet up and kicks Black in the face. Black staggers back and Parker quickly climbs to the second rope, he then leaps off and nails Black with a flying clothesline!!! Both men are down, Black on his back, as Parker flings his arm over Black’s chest~
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Kick Out!!!!
Sam: Terrence Black BARELY kicks out!
Hood: I thought Parker had him there…damn, that was close!
Sam: Sure was, great match so far
Hood: It’ll be great ONLY if Parker wins
Sam: Whatever!
~Parker gets to his feet and looks surprised he didn’t get the win right there. He pulls Black to his feet and nails him with some screaming knife edged chops. Black staggers back into a corner. Parker then climbs to the second rope and is ready to start punching Black in the head, but Black lifts Parker up and goes for an inverted atomic drop. Parker blocks it, though, and lands on his feet. He then leaps up and dropkicks Black!!! The momentum sends Black crashing into the corner~
Sam: Counter after counter…two great lightweight gladiators going at it…whew!
Hood: Calm down there, Sam…don’t let the fans see the boner you just popped
Sam: I did NOT just pop a boner
Hood: Whatever, dude
Sam: I’m serious, there is no boner here!
Hood: Whatever, man
Sam: THERE ISN’T!!
~Parker gets back to his feet and grabs Black’s hair and headbutts him in the corner. Black grabs his face in pain. Parker then goes for a short arm clothesline, but Black ducks. Black then hooks Parker around the waist, lifts him up, and drops him with a German Suplex!!! Parker lands on his neck hard! Black then starts to climb to the top rope with Parker lying motionless in the middle of the ring…the fans start to chant “Terrence Black!” anticipating his famed finisher~
Sam: Here we go…Don’t Try This At Home…last month’s finisher of the month!
Hood: Damnit, get up, Pete, get the fuck up!
Sam: He’d better
Hood: Man, this sucks!
~Black is at the top rope and looks down at Parker who isn’t moving…he then leaps off with Don’t Try This At Home…but, Parker moves out of the way!!!! Black is completely stunned as Parker rolls him up for a quick, surprise pin~
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Kick Out!!!
Sam: Pete Parker almost STOLE this match!
Hood: What do you mean “Stole” he almost won it fair and square
Sam: Well, you know what I meant
Hood: No I don’t, you’re fucking stupid
Sam: Nevermind
~Both men get right back to their feet and Black runs Parker over with a big lariat! Parker lands on the mat hard and is not moving, much. Black goes into a corner and climbs to the second rope, perched, waiting for Parker to get to his feet. Parker does and Black leaps off going for a double axe handle, but Parker kicks him in the face with a superkick!!! Black’s head and neck snap backwards and he’s down, not moving. Parker then goes for the pin~
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Kick Out!!!
Sam: Terrence Black’s turn to kick out…I thought he was done for sure
Hood: Who paid this ref off?! That HAD to be a three count
Sam: Nobody paid the ref off
Hood: Are you BLIND?! That count was clearly slow
Sam: No, it wasn’t, no watch the match!
~Parker slowly gets to his feet and walks into a nearby corner and begins to, slowly, climb to the top rope. Black gets to his feet and sees Parker climbing to the top rope. He starts to climb too and reaches the top, as Parker was already there. They start to exchange blows, both men teetering back and forth, inches from tumbling down to the mat~
Sam: Who’s going to fall first?!
Hood: It’s gotta be Black…the power of porn must come through
Sam: I wouldn’t count on it
Hood: I certainly would!
~Parker sneaks in a thumb to the eyes and Black is stunned, Parker the shoves him off the top and Black lands hard in the center of the ring. Parker then stands on his feet, looks down, and leaps off the top and delivers the Climatic Finish!!! He goes for the pin and the ref makes the count~
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3!!!!!
~The bell rings as the ref raises the hand of Pete Parker~
Warrick: Here is your winner….One half of the OCW World Tag Team Champions….PETE “PORNSTAR” PARKER!!!!!
Sam: Impressive win for Pete Parker…he lets the LightWeight division know that he’s back to full strength and he means business
Hood: More importantly, he’s bringing PORN back to the forefront of OCW
Sam: I wouldn’t call that a perk of this win
Hood: I sure as hell would!
~Pete Parker exits the ring and heads backstage, leaving the LightWeight Champ, Terrence Black, in the ring, upset over his loss. Just then, Frost comes out from behind the curtain and points at Black, laughing at him. Black stares Frost down, not thinking this is funny at all. Frost, with a mic in hand, starts speaking~
Frost: Some champion YOU are! You couldn’t even beat a guy who shoots porn movies for a living. You’re a disgrace to the LightWeight division…you might as well just hand me that title right now, before you disgrace it and yourself any longer. Go back to the small time where you belong, Terrence…
~Frost starts to walk down to the ring, arm extended, asking for the title. Black just smiles and motions for Frost to climb into the ring. Frost gets on the apron and motions like he is going to climb through…as he does, Black lunges for him, Frost sees this and leaps out of the way, off the apron and back to the outside. He laughs a little bit more and speaks again~
Frost: Nice try, Black…but, it’s obvious you’re just a little too slow to even think about catching me. I’ll tell you this, Black. You can keep that title for a few more days…go back, have the doctors bandage up all those wounds that Parker put on you and, while they’re doctoring you up, you can enjoy watching me trounce Blue Thunder later on tonight. And, in doing so, you can sit back and think about how bad of a beating you’re going to suffer, at my hands, this Sunday. Because, face it Black, you won that belt as Norte was on his way out…you’ve faced nothing but losers since and when you finally face one guy with a SHRED of talent…you get beat. As for me? I’ve got more than a SHRED…I’m the most talented lightweight in the OCW. All that equals a nice recipe for defeat this Sunday, Terrence. You just remember that…when you’re at home, holding your title…just remember, Frost is coming to rip it right out of that weak grip of yours…this Sunday Terrence…This….Sunday…
~Frost drops the mic to the ground and heads back up the ramp as Black stares a hole right through him, clinching his fists in anger~
Sam: Strong words from a man who has yet to wrestle tonight
Hood: I wouldn’t worry about that, he’s going to take care of Blue Thunder and then beat Terrence Black, just like he said.
Sam: Well, that remains to be seen, Hood…I think he may have just lit a fire within Terrence Black that he may have wished he wouldn’t have
~The cameras cut to the backstage area, where we find Sex & Violence walking along some corridor, the fans immediately jeering the sight of Mark Kelley & Pete Parker. The OCW Hardcore & Tag Team Champions are engaged in some kind of conversation, which we can’t quite pick up yet. Parker is a big sweaty, having just finished his match with Terrence Black and is wiping his face with a towel. The camera slowly pans back to an intersection, and coming along the other corridor we see none other than Andy Murray, who the fans cheer. Strolling along and minding his own business, Andy goes to turn, when he notices S&V, who fortunately don’t notice him. Andy darts back around the corner as the Tag Team champions approach, franticly searching for a way to thwart them. Eventually he clasps his hands on Ye Olde Steel Chair, folding it up, and standing poised. Finally, after a few seconds, S&V step up to the intersection … WHACK! Murray slams the chair right across Pete’s forehead.~
Andy Murray: What’s up, motherf*ckers?
~As Parker falls to the ground in agony, Maniac immediately swings at Andy, who ducks, and jabs Kelley in the back with the end of the chair causing Kelley to fall to his knees. Dropping the weapon, Andy quickly nails Mark in the back of the skull with a boot, knocking him clean out as the fans cheer on. Andy turns to face Pete, who is trying desperately to get to his feet, and pulls the LW up himself. Andy then grabs the dazed Pornstar, and slams him back down with a scoop slam, followed by an elbow drop! Finally, Andy gets back to his feet, standing between the two fallen champions.~
Andy Murray: Stay out of my business in future, ‘Kay?
~Andy chuckles to himself, and walks off, as the scene cuts back to ringside~
Sam: Murray is in the building!!!
Hood: Yikes, he just laid out both members of Sex and Violence…I guess he didn’t enjoy their antics of last week.
Sam: Definitely not…but, with Murray in the building, along with Top Dog, ANYTHING can happen tonight!
Hood: Ain’t that the truth
Sam: Well, I’m charged up now…especially that my personal favorite, Blue Thunder is up next!
Hood: Crap…
Blue Thunder (5-0) vs. Frost (7-2)
~ “Quick to Back Down” by Bravehearts begins to play with the fans standing and semi-booing Frost, since the crowd is full of Blue Thunder fans~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Non-Title match scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, from Lawton, Oklahoma, standing 5’10” and weighing in at 200 lbs, he is the number one contender to the OCW World LightWeight Title….Frost!!!!!
~ “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors down begins to play with the arena going crazy when they see the Television Champion, Blue Thunder, make his way down to the ring area~
Warrick: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing 6’1” and weighing in at 275 lbs…he is the OCW Television Champion…..Blue Thunder!!!!!
~With both men in the ring, the bell quickly sounds. Thunder and Frost lock up in the middle of the ring with Thunder locking Frost in an arm bar…Frost tries to fight out of it and does his best by punching Thunder in the face a few times. Thunder staggers back, releasing the arm bar. Frost then leaps up in the air and connects with a standing dropkick! The move sends Thunder falling back into a corner~
Sam: Frost off to quick start on OCW’s undefeated Television Champion
Hood: Good news so far…I’m sick and tired of this wannabe super hero…I just wish someone would finally kick his ass.
Sam: Kind of like how he kicked your ass last week
Hood: No, much worse than that…I despise this loser
Sam: Okay, okay
~Frost corrals Thunder in the corner and starts to nail him with repeated lefts and rights as Thunder can’t do much to cover up. Frost then whips Thunder across the ring and Thunder flies across the ring slamming into the opposite corner. Frost then charges in and nails Thunder with a thunderous splash!!! Frost takes a few steps back as Thunder comes staggering out of the corner, Frost twirls him around, hooks him, and drops him with a Russian Leg Sweep~
Sam: Frost, the number one contender to the LightWeight Title, is looking mighty sharp
Hood: He better keep it up, I don’t think I could stomach another Blue Thunder win tonight
Sam: Well, I don’t think Blue Thunder is just going to roll over and lose, either
Hood: Who knows, Frost could just dominate him all match
Sam: I highly doubt that
~Frost now quickly scales the nearest set of turnbuckles and finds himself perched at the top, he looks down at Thunder who is at his feet but has his back to Frost. Frost then leaps off and grabs Thunder’s head, planting him, face first, into the mat with a top rope bulldog!!! Thunder is down as Frost slowly rolls him over and goes for the pin, the ref makes the count~
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Kick Out!!
Hood: SHIT!! Come on, ref, count a little faster next time!
Sam: Now, now…wouldn’t want the ref to be impartial, Hood
Hood: Do I look like I give a shit?! I just want this Blue Thunder moron to get his ass beat
Sam: Right, right
~Frost gets to his feet and pulls Thunder to his feet, he whips Thunder into the ropes, Thunder bounces off and Frost leaps in the air for a dropkick, but Thunder blocks it! Frost falls to the mat bug quickly gets right back to his feet. He charges at Thunder, but Thunder knocks Frost to the ground with a stiff lariat!! Frost rolls around on the mat looking like he is in extreme pain from the thunderous lariat~
Sam: The Television Champion is making his presence felt, now
Hood: Shit, come on Frost, don’t lose this match…you CAN’T lose this match
Sam: Someone’s got to lose, Hood
Hood: I know and that someone has GOT to be Blue Thunder
Sam: Bleh
~Thunder pulls Frost to his feet and whips him into a nearby corner, Frost hits hard and grabs his back in pain. Thunder charges in and nails Frost with a huge splash…Thunder then yanks Frost out of the corner, hooks him, and delivers a short suplex into the middle of the ring. Frost clutches his back in pain due to the impact of the move~
Sam: Great short suplex…Blue Thunder is quite the technician
Hood: Technician, you know what that is?
Sam: A wrestler skilled in wrestling submissions and maneuvers?
Hood: No, a fucking pussy
Sam: Riiiight
~Thunder stays right on top of Frost, yanking him to his feet once more. He hooks his arms around Frost’s midsection, lifts him up, and drops him with a Gut Wrench Suplex right in the middle of the ring!! Frost lands on the mat hard and Thunder goes for a pinfall attempt~
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Kick Out!!!!!
Sam: Frost barely, BARELY got out of that one!
Hood: Thank goodness…come on Frost, kick his ass
Sam: It still isn’t looking good for him, though
Hood: Shut up, Sam
Sam: Alright, alright
~Thunder gets right back to his feet and pulls Frost to his feet, he whips Frost into the ropes, Frost bounces off and Thunder puts his head down. Frost sees this, does a baseball slide and finds himself underneath Thunder. He then gives Thunder a thrust to the throat and Thunder clutches his throat and begins to cough repeatedly. Frost gets to his feet and is behind Thunder, who is still coughing. Frost then rolls Thunder up for a pin fall~
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Kick Out!!!!
Sam: Whew!! Frost nearly stole one from the Television Champion
Hood: Damnit, is this ref retarded or something? What’s with the SLOW counts?
Sam: Each and every count has been the same
Hood: Yea, sure, from a Blue Thunder’s fan perspective
Sam: Ugh
~Frost now gets back to his feet and Thunder does as well, Frost runs into the ropes, bounces off and charges at Thunder, Thunder, however, catches Frost, lifts him up and drops him with a back breaker across his knee!!! Frost clutches his back in pain as he is lying in the middle of the ring~
Sam: Ouch!! A few vertebrae may have just snapped
Hood: Crap, why does Frost have to be so light?
Sam: Umm, because he’s a lightweight?
Hood: That’s no excuse!!
~Thunder, still on his feet, grabs Frost’s legs and lifts them up, he then quickly, and efficiently, locks in the Thunder Lock!!!! Frost begins to scream for pain and flail his arms about, wildly, trying to grasp something to relinquish this hold. Thunder, meanwhile, just sits back and intensifies the pain of this submission hold. Frost starts to try and crawl towards the ropes, pulling Thunder closer and closer to the ropes~
Sam: If Frost can get to the ropes the ref will force Blue Thunder to let go of the Thunder Lock!
Hood: Come on, Frost…grab that rope, don’t go out like this!
Sam: I don’t know, Hood…Thunder has it locked in pretty good
Hood: Shut up, just shut up!
~Frost is about to reach the ropes when Thunder yanks him right back into the center of the ring. Having expended that much effort to get so close only to have himself yanked further away, Frost has no choice but to tap out. He does promptly and the ref calls for the bell. Thunder releases the hold and has his hand raised in victory~
Warrick: Here is your winner…The OCW Television Champion….BLUE THUNDER!!!!!
Hood: NOOOOOOOO
Sam: Blue Thunder wins again…keeping his win streak in tact…and, one person must ask, when will the Television Champion be knocked off his perch?
Hood: Rolling Thunder III, Marcus Gratton is going to have his way with Mr. Thunder
Sam: Hmm, doubtful, but you never know
~We now cut backstage where we see one of OCW’s newest rookies, Kid Vicious, hanging around in the vending area. He is suddenly approached by another rookie, Jay Cee~
Kid Vicious: Hey…
Jay Cee: New around here too, huh?
~Vicious nods when we see Addiction enter into view. A rookie to OCW, Addiction is a veteran in the sport. He is drinking a bottle of water and is hiding behind a corner, so as the two can’t see him. Vicious then turns his back to Jay Cee and Addiction hurls the bottle of water. It nails Vicious in the back…Vicious quickly turns around and punches Jay Cee, Jay Cee punches back and a brawl ensues~
Addiction: Hehe, dumbasses
~OCW officials have to break up the fight as Addiction slips off, undetected. We cut back to ringside~
Sam: Ah, three of OCW’s newest members and, one of them, causing some havoc backstage…this all just reminds me to tell you all to check out Craze this Thursday. Addiction, Kid Vicious, Jay Cee, and a host of others will all be in action.
Hood: Sweet, I know I’ll be watching
Sam: Not to mention a recap of tonight’s action, a preview of Rolling Thunder III and a few other special presentations will be aired to get everyone fired up for this weekend’s festivities. Don’t miss Craze, this Thursday.
Hood: I’ve got my TiVo set!
Sam: Sounds great…well, Hood…our next match is one I’ve been waiting on for awhile…the World Champ is back in action against Marcus Gratton…this has all the makings of being one for the record books!
Top Dog (12-4) vs. Marcus Gratton (8-4)
~Godsmack’s “I Stand Alone” begins to play over the speakers, signifying the entrance of Top Dog. He heads down the ramp to a chorus of cheers, but doesn’t acknowledge the crowd on his way to the ring. He looks all business, and slides in the squared circle before getting handed a microphone. He looks around for a moment waiting for the cheers to die down before speaking.~
Top Dog: I know I have a match coming up soon, but what I have to talk about now concerns another individual: Andy Murray, the “Scottish Bastard”. In just one week, he and I will go through a match that I promise will be thrilling, action-packed, and maybe a bit bloody. Why, you ask? Well, I just got out of Dean’s office a little while ago and he granted me a favor.
Hood: I knew it! He’s cheating! Top Dog is going to stack the odds in his favor! Way to cry to the boss to get your way, champ.
Sam: Oh, would you shut your mouth already? Nobody’s hear to listen to your whiny voice. They’d rather listen to the champ right now, so go eat a ham sandwich or something.
Hood: But I don’t even like ham…
Top Dog: You see guys, our match at Rolling Thunder III won’t just be an ordinary match. It’s the main event at what will be the biggest pay-per-view since OCW’s return. A match of this caliber has to have that little extra “Oomph”, and Dean has allowed me to get it. So, in one week you will see Top Dog in this corner here, and Andy Murray in that corner here. And in the middle of the ring dangling will be this, my World Title. Why, you ask? The only way to get it is by climbing a steel ladder and snatching the prize. So at Rolling Thunder III, it will be Top Dog versus Andy Murray in a Ladder Match!!
~Top Dog slams the microphone on the ground and slides out of the ring, again without acknowledging the crowd at all. The crowd is still on their feet cheering for the major announcement, obviously exciting about the change made to the match at RT3. Just then, “Day by Day” by Serafin begins to play as the fans rise to their feet and cheer for Marcus Gratton as he makes his way down to the ring area~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Non-Title match and it is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing Top Dog’s opponent, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, standing 6’3” and weighing in at 256 lbs….Marcus Gratton!!!!!
~Gratton gets into the ring and the bell sounds as Dog and Gratton begin to measure each other up. Both men meet up in the center of the ring and quickly lock up!! Gratton shoves the champ back into a nearby corner with the ref forcing a break. The break is clean and then Gratton starts to punch Dog in the head and abdomen, Dog observes the blows with a look of pain on his face. Gratton then whips Dog out of the corner and Dog sprints across the ring, slamming into the opposite corner. Gratton then charges in at Dog, but Dog moves!! Gratton slams front first into the corner…Dog then twirls him around and Gratton’s the one pinned in the corner. Dog then treats Gratton to a barrage of punches to the midsection with the fans absolutely loving it~
Sam: Marcus Gratton had the upper hand early on but now Top Dog has regained control.
Hood: Man, this damn crowd is too loud, I’m getting a headache
Sam: Want some Tylenol?
Hood: Nah, some Morphine might do the trick, though
Sam: Kids, just ignore Mr. Hood
~Dog stops the punches and pulls Gratton out of the corner, he whips Gratton into the ropes, Gratton bounces off and Dog goes for a big boot the face, but Gratton slides underneath the boot and finds himself behind Dog. He quickly hooks his arms around the waist of Dog, lifts him up and drops him with a German Suplex!!! Gratton holds on and lifts Dog up again and he drops him with another German Suplex!!! Gratton does this again dropping him with yet another German Suplex!! This time, he lets go of the hold and Dog is left in the middle of the ring, lying on his back, breathing heavily~
Sam: Top Dog is down, Marcus Gratton really took it to the champ right there!
Hood: Top Dog has looked invincible since his return but, right now, Marcus Gratton is taking it right to him.
Sam: Yup, what an upset this would be…if Marcus Gratton could pull it off tonight
Hood: True that, it would be a HUGE upset
Sam: Uh Huh
~Gratton stomps on Dog a few times before pulling him to his feet…he whips Dog into the ropes, Dog bounces off and Gratton slaps on a sleeper hold!!! He locks it in tight with Dog waving his hands around, trying to find the ropes, but none are within his reach. Dog then drops to one knee with Gratton intensifying the pressure. The fans start to clap along with a chant of “Let’s Go Top Dog”…Dog begins to respond and gets to both feet. He then nails Gratton with an elbow, then another, then another, and Gratton releases the hold, a bit stunned. Dog runs into the ropes, bounces off, but is dropped to the mat with a quick elbow underneath the chin~
Sam: Great move by Marcus Gratton…it looked as if the champ was about to take over and he continued to have him subdued
Hood: Yea, these damn fans need to be quiet…they are disrupting Marcus’ rhythm
Sam: They’re just rooting for their favorite, that’s all
Hood: I’m sorry, but any stupid mob of people that will root for Blue Thunder needs to be shut up
Sam: Whatever!
~Gratton pulls Dog back to his feet and nails him with a few stiff forearm uppercuts. Dog staggers back and finds himself against the ropes. Gratton takes a few big steps back and lunges forward for a clothesline, but Dog ducks!!! Dog lifts Gratton up and over the top rope and crashing to the outside with a back body drop!!! Gratton lands hard as Dog is leaning against the ropes, catching his breath~
Sam: The champ just showed why he is the number one guy in OCW, today
Hood: Why, because he can back body drop someone?
Sam: No, because he is able to counter any kind of move at any time during a match
Hood: It’s Marcus freakin Gratton, it’s not like he’s in there with Andy Murray
Sam: I’ll have you know that Marcus Gratton is one hell of a talented wrestler
Hood: Well, he’d better prove it to me tonight
~Dog slowly climbs through the ropes and leaps off the apron, standing on the outside. He pulls Gratton to his feet and whips him towards the guardrail…Gratton slams into the guardrail hard with some stupid fans behind him patting him on the shoulder. Dog walks up to Gratton and waylays him with a huge right hand across the face! Gratton staggers to the side a bit, but is still on his feet. Dog then grabs Gratton by his arm and violently throws him into the steel steps!! Gratton slams into the steps hard with both tiers separating and the fans cheering Top Dog on~
Hood: These fans are sheep…they’ll boo a true champion like Hangman when he uses a table or something but they’ll go crazy when Top Dog throws someone into the steel steps…sheep, sheep, sheep
Sam: I’m sorry if Top Dog is a bit more likeable than The Hangman
Hood: Hangman would whip Top Dog any night of the week
Sam: Yes, that’s why Hangman is the World Champion, right?
Hood: Damn, that’s like the only comeback you’ve got!
~Dog stomps on Gratton a few moments as he’s still down on the grown wedged between the ring and the bottom part of the steps. Dog then pulls Gratton to his feet and whips him towards the steel ring post, the one way down on the other side of the ring. Gratton runs full speed towards it, but blocks his head from hitting it with his hands. Dog sees this and charges in, going for a spear, but Gratton moves!!! Dog then finds himself spearing the guardrail!!! The guardrail gives way a little bit as Dog hits hard and finds himself lying face down on the outside flooring~
Sam: Top Dog went for a big spear, but it misfired and he paid the price for it
Hood: How’s the champ now, Sam? He couldn’t even spear Marcus Gratton!
Sam: Shut up, like I said, Gratton is more than worthy of being in this caliber of match
Hood: Maybe, or maybe Top Dog is just overrated
Sam: No freakin way
Hood: FREAKIN?! Yikes, I must have hit a nerve!
~Gratton slowly pulls Dog to his feet and drags him over to the ring apron. Gratton swiftly slams Dog’s face into the apron and Dog clutches it in pain. Gratton then pulls Dog away from the apron and picks him up, he holds him in the air for a few moments before slamming him down to the ground!!! Dog hits hard and grabs his back in pain as Gratton stares down at him~
Sam: Marcus Gratton with all the momentum…he really has an upper hand on the champ right now
Hood: Yup, we could be seeing a monumental upset here, Sam
Sam: Quite possibly…in OCW anyone can beat anyone on any given night
Hood: Good point…just look at douche bags like Kreller Masters and Special K
Sam: I shudder at the thought
~Gratton pulls Dog right back to his feet and tosses him back into the ring. Gratton then looks underneath the ring and pulls a chair out from underneath. The fans all stand in anticipation, not sure what he’s going to use that chair for. Gratton gets into the ring with the chair and looks down at Dog, who is on all fours. He’s about to nail Dog with it when the ref interjects himself and rips the chair out of Gratton’s hands~
Sam: Gratton was trying to cheat, I’m shocked
Hood: You do what you gotta do…he knows what a win like this would do for his career
Sam: Yea, but still…
Hood: Oh shut the frick up
~Gratton, a little taken back by the ref’s actions, turns his head from Dog. Dog gets to his feet and walks towards Gratton, hands extended, looking like he wants to grab Gratton by the throat. Gratton turns around in time to see Dog heading towards him and responds instinctively by kicking Dog in the gut. Dog bends over in pain. Gratton then hooks Dog’s head and drops him to the mat with a DDT!! Gratton then goes for the pin with the ref making the count~
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2!
Kick Out!!!
Sam: Top Dog kicked out!! Displaying the qualities that a TRUE champion possesses
Hood: It was JUST a DDT, Sam
Sam: I don’t care, he had taken a beating prior to that DDT
Hood: Hangman, Night Stalker, or Lurrr would’ve all kicked out at the count of one!
Sam: Whatever!
~Gratton gets to his feet and he pulls Dog to his feet…he whips Dog into the ropes, but the ref gets into the way!! Dog runs into the ref knocking him through the ropes and watching as he falls to the floor on the outside. Dog then turns around and looks at Gratton…both men a little surprised. Gratton then charges in at Dog, going for a clothesline, but Dog blocks it and, instead, lifts Gratton up and drops him with a flapjack across the top rope!! Gratton’s throat is smashed up against the top rope and he falls backwards holding his throat in pain~
Sam: The ref is knocked out!
Hood: Alright, now maybe we’ll see something hardcore!
Sam: I was rather enjoying that battle
Hood: Ugh, not me…tables, chairs, ladders, barbed wire…let’s get it on!
Sam: Calm down!
~Dog walks over towards Gratton and pulls him to his feet. Dog then wraps his hand around Gratton’s throat, picks him up and drops him with The End!!! Gratton lands hard and is laid out. Dog, wanting to go for the pin, realizes the ref is out…so he goes to the outside to help the ref to his feet~
Sam: Gratton just received The End…for all intents and purposes this match should be over!
Hood: Hmm, this could be interesting…
Sam: Once the ref gets up, this match is probably over
Hood: That’s IF he can revive him in time
~Dog is busy reviving the ref when a stir amongst the crowd is picked up by the camera. Suddenly, we see Andy Murray leap over the guardrail!! Dog doesn’t notice as he’s busy with the ref. Murray walks over to the time keeper and takes a look down at the World Title. He lifts it up, the time keeper tries to stop him, but Murray shoves him back down. Murray then waits for Dog to turn around, Dog does, and Murray smashes him in the head with the OCW World Title!!! Dog is laid out on the outside as Murray drops the title. Murray then picks Dog up and rolls him back into the ring. Murray then grabs the chair Gratton was going to use…takes it with him and sets it up right in front of the aisle way. He takes a seat to observe the rest of the match~
Sam: Andy Murray just stuck his nose where it doesn’t belong!
Hood: He’s playing mind games…or something, trying to cause the champ to suffer a debilitating loss right before their big match at Rolling Thunder III!
Sam: It could work, Dog seems to be out
Hood: Sure does…
~We see the ref climb back into the ring, finally conscious again…Gratton then throws his arm over Dog’s chest with Dog lying on his back. The ref then, slowly, makes the count as Gratton has Dog pinned~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!!
Sam: Top Dog kicked out!! Yes!!!
Hood: What the…Murray should have delivered the Highland Hangover!
Sam: I told you Top Dog is as tough as nails…maybe tougher!
Hood: Unbelievable…
~Murray can’t believe Dog kicked out and is on his feet looking very pissed. Gratton is on his feet in the ring and pulls Dog to his feet…Dog, though, kicks Gratton in the gut and hooks him around the throat, he goes for The End, but Gratton blocks it, Gratton then lifts Dog up and delivers a spinebuster!!! Dog is down as Gratton goes to the top rope with Murray looking on and shouting at Gratton to nail him with something devastating~
Sam: Andy Murray has turned into a cheerleader for Marcus Gratton!
Hood: Interesting…I wonder what Gratton is going to try right here
Sam: Hard to tell…he’s not used to being up there
Hood: True that
~Gratton is standing atop the top turnbuckle and looks down at Dog, who is on his feet. Gratton then leaps off, going for a Double Axe Handle, but Dog grabs him by the throat!!! Dog then lifts Gratton up and delivers THE END for the second time of the match. Gratton is laid out as Dog makes the pin with the ref making the count~
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2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings with the ref raising the hand of Top Dog as the winner~
Warrick: Here is your winner…The OCW World Heavyweight Champion….TOOOOOOPPPPP DOOOOOGGGGG!!!!!
Sam: Top Dog did it…he picked up this hard fought win…barely
Hood: Yea, Gratton gave him all he wanted and more…pretty good match, if I do say so myself
Sam: Glad to see you’re coming around
Hood: Whoa, check this out!
~Murray picks up the chair he was using as a seat and slides into the ring. Dog’s back is to him, celebrating his win. Gratton has left the ring and is standing ringside, looking on. Murray then nails Dog in the back with the chair!!! Dog clutches his back in pain and turns around, only to be met with a stiff chair shot to the head~
Sam: Andy Murray is maliciously attacking the World Champion!
Hood: Sweet, finally some action!
~Murray now sets the chair down on the mat and pulls Dog to his feet. He hooks him, lifts him up and drops Top Dog onto the steel chair with the Highland Hangover!!! Dog is motionless and laid out in the middle of the ring. Murray then goes to the outside of the ring and pulls out a ladder from underneath the ring. He slides that into the ring and picks up the OCW World Title as well~
Sam: The heck is he doing…
Hood: Maybe something crazy to end Top Dog once and for all!
Sam: Hmm
~Murray gets into the ring and sets the ladder up with Dog directly underneath, lying between both legs of the ladder. Murray then climbs to the top of the ladder, holding onto the World Title, raises it with one hand with the fans watching Murray’s destruction of Top Dog and his celebration. “The Heart and The Shape” by 36 Crazyfists starts playing with one more shot of Murray holding the World Title at the top of the ladder~
Sam: Is this the image we will be seeing when Rolling Thunder III comes to an end?
Hood: Quite possibly…Murray is a former two time OCW World Champion
Sam: That he is…and, why didn’t Gratton try to stop him?
Hood: Simple…not worth it, plus, if I had been beaten by someone, I’d want to see them get their ass handed to them as well
Sam: It’s clear that Top Dog, no matter how well liked he is by the fans, has a huge target on his back
Hood: Well, he IS the World Champion
~We go backstage where Gratton is heading to his locker room, furious over his defeat. As he whips the door open, he’s immediately attacked by Blue Thunder!!! Blue Thunder takes him down with a spear and starts to punch him with lefts and rights!!! Gratton tries to fight back, but can’t, as he’s too worn out from his match. Blue Thunder turns Gratton over and gets him in the Thunder Lock!!! Gratton starts to scream and tap the floor as OCW Officials have all scrambled to the scene…they work feverishly to get Thunder off of Gratton…they finally do so and force Thunder away from Gratton. Some medics tend to Gratton as Thunder walks off…we go back to ringside~
Sam: There’s some payback! That’s what Gratton gets for leaving Top Dog out to dry
Hood: Bull shit, Blue Thunder is a cheater and you’re just looking for excuses to let him off the hook
Sam: No way
Hood: Whatever, you’re pathetic…I can’t wait for Gratton to get his revenge and beat Blue Thunder this Sunday
Sam: It could happen…but I wouldn’t count on it
Hood: Oh, I’m most definitely counting on it…
~We cut backstage, once again, as Lurrr is in Dean’s office, throwing on a ref’s shirt…Dean looks puzzled when he walks in and sees this~
Dean: What are you doing, sucka?
Lurrr: You never know, Dean…things could get hectic in tonight’s Main Event and they just may need a special ref, what do you say?
Dean: Nah, not tonight, Lurrr…just stay away from the match and let the refs do their jobs.
Lurrr: Ugh, alright…fine…but, do you mind if I go watch the match from the curtain area, get a good glimpse of Scorpion, my opponent for this weekend?
Dean: Only if you promise not to do anything stupid
Lurrr: No way, Dean…I’m just going to be a casual observer…sure, I might be rooting for House of Pain…but I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do, buddy. Oh, I almost forgot my ice chest!
~Lurrr grabs his ice chest full of beer and totes it with him to the spot he has picked out to watch the Main Event. Dean kind of cringes as he turns the television in his office on so he can monitor the match and its happenings. We then cut back to ringside~
Sam: I’m not sure that I entirely trust Lurrr
Hood: Why not? He’s got good intentions…
Sam: Riiight, I just hope he drinks so much where if he tries anything stupid he stumbles down the ramp and passes out.
Hood: Lurrr can handle his liquor, that won’t be happening
Sam: Well, I am a bit uneasy about what might happen…but, you can’t stop the inevitable and that, OCW fans, is that the IC Title match…the Main Event is here…NOW!
Scorpion © (26-3) vs. House of Pain (1-0)
~ “Downfall” by Trust Company begins to play with the fans standing and watching House of Pain make his way down to the ring area~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen THIS is the Monday Night Massacre MAIN EVENT, it’s scheduled for one fall and it is for the OCW Intercontinental Championship!!!!! Introducing first, from Bronx, New York, standing 7’0” tall and weighing in at 358 lbs….House of Pain!!!!!
~ “Faint” by Linkin Park starts playing with the fans all booing the OCW Hall of Famer and Intercontinental Champion, Scorpion. He climbs into the ring, throws his arms up in the air and receives a large amount of boos~
Warrick: And his opponent, from Washington, D.C., standing 5’10” and weighing in at 237 lbs….he is the OCW Intercontinental Champion….Scorpion!!!!!
~Scorpion hands his title over to the ref who holds it in the air, momentarily, signifying what is up for grabs in this match. The bell quickly sounds and Scorpion meets HOP in the middle of the ring. HOP looks down at Scorpion and passes along a cocky smile. Scorpion, not taking kindly to the snide gestures of HOP, nails HOP with a huge right hand! HOP staggers back, Scorpion nails him again and again and again and again…HOP is reeling against the ropes. Scorpion whips HOP off the ropes, HOP runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes again and is taken down by a spear from Scorpion~
Sam: Scorpion comes out firing…his first title defense since winning the title against Kevin Heat back at Blackout.
Hood: Yup, that was a great match and we have no reason to expect anything less here
Sam: As long as House of Pain can hold up his end of the bargain
Hood: Good point
~Scorpion pulls HOP back to his feet and nails him with some stiff rights and lefts as HOP is backed into a corner. Scorpion whips HOP out of the corner and HOP sprints across the ring, slamming into the opposite corner. Scorpion charges in, going for a big splash, but HOP responds by lifting his big boot into Scorpion’s face!! Scorpion falls to the mat like a sack of bricks~
Sam: Devastating big boot from House of Pain…Scorpion was nearly decapitated
Hood: A little over dramatic, don’t you think?
Sam: No…
Hood: Well then, you’re stupid
~HOP slowly pulls Scorpion to his feet and he lifts Scorpion up, high in the air, he starts to press Scorpion over his head with the fans watching in amazement. HOP then drops Scorpion to the mat, hard, with a huge Gorilla Press Slam!!! Scorpion clutches his back in pain from the impact~
Sam: House of Pain displaying the ample strength that he has in that seven foot frame
Hood: Yea, he’s a big guy
Sam: But, Scorpion packs plenty of punch in that five foot ten inch frame of his too
Hood: Can we stop referring to them as “frames”, this isn’t Trading Spaces, douche
Sam: Dude, that’s my favorite show!!!
Hood: Ugh, frickin figures
~HOP drops a big leg across the chest of Scorpion who grabs his chest in pain from the move. HOP then pulls Scorpion to his feet and whips him into a nearby corner, Scorpion hits hard. HOP charges in and nails Scorpion with a big splash!!! Scorpion has the wind knocked out of him and he comes staggering out of the corner. HOP scoops him right up and drapes him over his shoulder. HOP then runs into the middle of the ring and drops Scorpion with a running powerslam!! Scorpion is down and apparently out as HOP goes for the pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Sam: Scorpion kicked out…but he was so close to losing his Intercontinental Title
Hood: Yea, House of Pain is really impressing right now
Sam: Sure is, looking like the old House of Pain from a few years back
Hood: I still don’t remember that guy
Sam: Why am I not surprised…
~HOP gets to his feet and pulls Scorpion to his, he effortlessly tosses Scorpion over the top rope and Scorpion tumbles to the outside. HOP then catches a glimpse of the ref in the corner of his eye…HOP then pulls a stunt when he “accidentally” slams his elbow into the ref’s face!! The ref collapses to the mat and is out. HOP smiles and then goes outside to go to work on the IC champ~
Sam: Hey!!! He cheated!
Hood: Damn, I thought Scorpion would’ve been the first one to do that
Sam: If he had any offense going, he probably would have
Hood: Good point
~HOP goes over to the timekeepr and rips a chair away from him, heading back over to Scorpion. Scorpion is on his feet but looks dazed…HOP goes to nail him with the chair, but Scorpion leaps up and dropkicks the chair into HOP’s face!!! HOP staggers back, dropping the chair…Scorpion gets back to his feet and runs HOP over with a huge lariat!!! HOP falls on his back and hold his face in pain from the earlier chair shot~
Sam: His plan backfired!!! Poetic justice
Hood: I hate poetry
Sam: It’s just a term
Hood: I know, and I hate poetry
Sam: Ohhhkay
~Scorpion pulls HOP right back to his feet and slams him, face first, into the ring post!!! HOP once again grabs his face in pain, but does not go down. Scorpion lifts the chair back up and slams it into HOP’s back!! HOP arches his back in pain and stumbles forward. Scorpion drops the chair, charges at HOP and lifts a high knee into HOP’s back!! The momentum sends HOP’s head slamming into the ring post!!! HOP finally falls down and looks to be unconscious~
Sam: Scorpion is REALLY taking advantage of House of Pain’s ref job
Hood: Yup, Scorpion is no stranger to playing things cheap and dirty
Sam: You don’t have to remind me…I’ve called many Scorpion matches throughout the years
Hood: Then you know exactly what I’m talking about
Sam: Yup
~Scorpion pulls HOP to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Scorpion goes into the ring himself and is about to make the cover on HOP when he notices that the ref is out. He starts to revive the ref when, suddenly, a man in a ref shirt starts to walk down to the ring. The fans boo loudly when they see it is the #1 contender to the Intercontinental Title, Lurrr~
Sam: Lurrr is the new ref?!
Hood: I guess so…this other ref is useless
Sam: Oh boy, here go the fireworks
~Lurrr gets into the ring and goes to make the count as Scorpion has HOP pinned, but, before making the count, he gets back to his feet and refuses to. Scorpion jumps up to his feet and starts to get in Lurrr’s face. Lurrr just smiles then pulls a full Miller Lite bottle out of his pocket and smashes it into Scorpion’s head!! Scorpion staggers back with Lurrr dropping the beer. Lurrr then kicks Scorpion in the gut, lifts him up and drops him with the Wake Up Call!!!! Scorpion is out, as is HOP…Lurrr then picks up the beer and guzzles the rest that is inside while exiting the ring and ripping off his “fake” ref shirt~
Sam: I guess Lurrr ISN’T a ref
Hood: Hmm, nice trick, but did he REALLY have to waste a beer?
Sam: He drank most of it…well, maybe half of it
Hood: Yea, true…but, still…wasted beer blows
Sam: In the eye of the beholder, I suppose
~HOP slowly crawls towards Scorpion, tossing his arm on Scorpion. The beer drenched ref sees this and makes the count~
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2!
Kick Out!!!
Sam: Scorpion kicked out of the Wake Up Call!
Hood: Hmm, strange
Sam: Very, I guess Lurrr should’ve hit him harder with the beer can
Hood: Now THAT makes sense
~HOP gets to his feet and takes a few steps back, waiting for Scorpion to get to his feet. Lurrr, still on the outside, looks a little pissed, but takes a few beers from a vendor, to calm down. Meanwhile, Scorpion makes it to his feet, as he does, HOP kicks him in the gut, lifts him up and drops him with the Downfall!!! Scorpion isn’t moving as HOP makes the pin and the ref makes the count~
1!
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3!!!!!
~The bell rings with the ref raising HOP’s hand in victory~
Warrick: Here is your winner….AND NEW OCW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION….HOUSE OF PAIN!!!!!
Sam: House of Pain did it!!! He pinned Scorpion and he’s the new Intercontinental Champion!!!!
Hood: Hot damn, what a shocker!!
Sam: Tell me about it…a man with one win defeats a man with twenty six…he becomes only the fourth man in OCW history to pin Scorpion.
Hood: Incredible, incredible!
~Scorpion remains down as Lurrr goes to grab the IC Title. He rips it out of the ref’s hands, who was going to present it to HOP. Lurrr gets into the ring, with the IC Title and stares at HOP. HOP stares right back. Lurrr then tosses HOP the title…HOP looks confused…Lurrr then asks for a mic, gets it, and begins to speak~
Lurrr: Enjoy it, man, enjoy it…because at Rolling Thunder III, now that the Scorpion loser is out of the way, it’s just me and you, buddy. And, you know what? I’m going to kick your ass so bad, that I almost feel sorry for you…which, is why I’m graciously handing you that title tonight. So, sleep with it, eat with it…whatever, just enjoy it, because it won’t be yours for long.
~HOP doesn’t take kindly to Lurrr’s words and gets up in his face…just then, “Vodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix hits and the fans cheer when they see Dean standing at the top of the ramp, he has a mic in his hand and he begins speaking~
Dean: Not so fast there, guys! I just came out here to remind the both of you that there is a clause in OCW and it affects every single champion of the past, present, or future. That clause states that whenever a champion loses his title, he is allowed an immediate rematch, if he wishes. Now, Lurrr…since you were already signed for this match, you’re still in. House of Pain…since you’re the champion then you HAVE to be in the match, by default…so, that leaves the odd man out, Scorpion. Well, seeing as I know Scorpion and have been around him for so long I know that he’ll most definitely want that rematch…A.S.A.P.! So, at Rolling Thunder III…the only way to sort this out is simple…a Triple Threat Match…sound good?
~Lurrr throws his arms up in anger as HOP looks down at Scorpion, who is still laid out…Lurrr starts speaking~
Lurrr: Dean, man, listen…the guy just lost to the frickin House of Pain…he’s disgraced this title enough, let me win it and treat it the way it should be. House of Pain is just a transitional champion, you know that. Let me be the next phase for the IC Title…come on…I already proved I’m better than Scorpion anyways, I just did…he doesn’t need to be in this match, it’ll only cheapen the match…
Dean: I’ve got to give him one more shot, Lurrr. That’s the way it goes…a Triple Threat match, that settles it…but, since you want to put the “icing” on the cake. How about we make a special stipulation for this match…hmm…let’s see. How about we make this match No Disqualifications…anything goes…since you guys want to use chairs, beer cans, and so forth…let’s make it legal, okay? Good, now that’s a wrap and I’m out of here, suckas!
~Lurrr is about to protest when HOP rips the mic out of his hand. Lurrr becomes infuriated and takes HOP down with a spear! Both men begin to trade punches as the ring is soon flooded with OCW security and staff. We then go back to Sam and Hood~
Sam: Pandemonium has been unleashed here on Massacre and, unfortunately, we’re out of time!!!
Hood: Go Lurrr!! Go Lurrr!!!
Sam: For Hood, this is Sam saying goodnight and don’t forget to tune into Craze, this Thursday which will review tonight’s action and preview this Sunday’s Pay Per View extravaganza, Rolling Thunder III…Good Night Everybody!!!!!
~And with that we fade to black~