Monday Night Massacre
Live! Monday, June 6th, 2005 from the Cajun Dome in Lafayette, Louisiana!
~Our screen is black, then, suddenly the OCW logo flashes onto the screen followed shortly after by the Monday Night Massacre logo!! We are then shown sixteen OCW names, they are: Dilon Draven, Eliminator, Silverfreak, Scott Syren, Macsta, Sirus Esteban Del-Norte, Logan Caine, Rob Torborg, TC Larcen, Zeek Alexander, Hunter McKay, Alexander H. Mary, Annie Alvarez, The League, Pete Parker and Perfect Paul Paras…these names are immediately followed by the phrase “Sweet Sixteen”…we then cut to a live, jam packed Cajun Dome in the heart of Cajun Country, Lafayette, Louisiana!!! The crowd is going wild as pyros go off on top of the OCW stage as we pan through the crowd before settling on the announce team of Hood, Smith and Flamer~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre!!! We are live in Lafayette, Louisiana and prepared to present one hell of a show to all of you!
Hood: Damn straight, the “Sweet Sixteen” kicks off tonight and we have no idea if we’ll see four people be eliminator or none, anything can happen!
Flamer: I should be in the Sweet Sixteen because I’m TOO SWEEEEETT
Smith: Sure, Flamer…but, like Hood said, four Sweet Sixteen matches with the possibility of elimination looming over all eight competitors. It should make for four extremely competitive matches.
Hood: Woohoo, not to mention another Paradise City this week, this time Parker will be interviewing the Perfect One, Paul Paras.
Smith: It will be interesting to hear what Paras has to say about Maurako quitting, his role in the Sweet Sixteen and why he returned to OCW…I for one can’t wait!
Flamer: The Perfect One? That’s a GAY name
Smith: Whatever, Flamer, listen, speaking of Paras, I’m being told that he has, indeed arrived and is backstage being hounded by OCW reporters! Let’s go backstage to find out exactly what’s happening!
~We are taken backstage where we see Perfect Paul Paras with a crowd of reporters gathered around him asking stereotypical questions. “Why did you come back to OCW?”, “Who do you want to fight?”, etc. Suddenly the swarm of reporters turns around, hushed. The mass of sleazy wannabe-journalists parts like the Red Sea as Scott Syren appears and walks directly towards Triple P. He has something black crumpled up in his hand~
Smith: What's he carrying?
Flamer: Is that his dad's dick?
Hood: It looks like cloth... it's a t-shirt, dumbass!
Flamer: It'd be cooler if it was a thong. Hey did I ever tell you about my girlfriend’s…
Hood: Shut up, Syren's about to talk.
~Syren gets right up into Triple P's face and stares into his eyes~
Syren: You know, Pee-Pee-Pee... nobody in the back was more excited than I was to see you come back to OCW last week.
~Triple P looks at Syren suspiciously~
Syren: Let's cut the crap, man. You know what kind of business this is. You know people need to watch each other's backs to get anything done around here. That's why I want you to have this.
~Syren throws the object he was carrying. Triple P, still wary of Syren's presence, unfolds the object slowly. It turns out that it is, indeed a T-Shirt: a BUFF t-shirt. Syren and Triple P continue their stare-down. Triple P looks confused, enticed and mistrustful all at once.
Smith: Is he... does this mean...
Hood: He's inviting Triple P to join BUFF?!?!
~Triple P holds the shirt up, appearing confused by Syren’s actions. Then his face wrinkles in a show of obvious disgust~
Triple P: Hey, why is this all wet? Wait a minute, this shirt smells like... you peed on it, didn't you?!
~Triple P throws the shirt back at Syren disgustedly. Syren quickly rolls it up as though it was a used locker-room towel and snaps it into Triple P's face, then skips away, giggling~
Triple P: Ow!!! My face!!! I think I have urine in my eye!!!
~We then cut back to the announce booth as Hood is laughing while Smith does not appear to be amused~
Smith: Scott Syren is a trouble maker, nothing more
Hood: Syren is awesome, you douche
Smith: Triple P will not take this lightly, I can promise you that, Syren had better watch himself, OCW is not his playground anymore.
Hood: OCW will ALWAYS be Syren’s playground, you idiot, and I’m telling Syren you said that
Flamer: Syren plays in playground like little pussy kids, he’s a baby, brat baby, smoking his mommas dick, haha
Hood: See what you did, Smith? You got Flamer started!
Smith: How dumb of me…
~The scene goes backstage to Dillen Jaymes’ locker room. He is sitting on the couch playing NBA Ballers on play station two. He is wearing black Shady jeans and an all white long t-shirt with all white Air Force Ones. He continues playing the video game for a few minutes. After he wins another round he pauses it and puts the controller down on the chair and gets up. He walks over to the camera~
Jaymes: Well my first match here is with two losers. I don’t really think they are good enough to be in a match with me. So after I walk out of here tonight with this win. Then next week, I am hoping to get into a match with someone who has a little more talent and doesn’t just whine about the Hart’s, I think James has a bit of a thing for the Hart’s I know he says all that stuff about how he trained with them and that is why he talk about them to give them their props I guess. The fact of the matter is it doesn’t matter who trained him he is always going to be a joke. Pathetic guys who talk about nothing but who trained them and how their stepparents just beat him do just not impress me and that is why he is so angry. Well you know what the things people go through is what makes us different its what makes us our own individual.
And Jermaine Ruler has to be the worst wrestler I ever had to get in a match with. He doesn’t have much to say which in his case is a little smart but in case also gives him the disadvantage. I read up on him anyway and I am not impressed at all. That is why I am looking forward to getting in the ring tonight. Tick Tock boys, I am waiting for our match to start so that I can get in that ring and beat you both till you cant walk. I am sick of cocky people who say nothing better to me then they think my rapping is pathetic, I think James Jackson’s whole career is pathetic. And Jermaine Ruler He just shouldn’t show because he is going to be the first to go.
Oh and by the way with time I am going to make my way to the top right up to that heavyweight belt, But right now that isn’t the belt that I have my eyes on and I am planning to see gold, So get used to seeing and hearing me because once I get that belt it’s done. I will soon be a champion here. Because that is what I do, I take the gold and I crush all the dreams of the guys that get in my way to the top.
I’m looking to get my hands on the Intercontinental title and the United States title, And eventually I am looking to get the heavyweight title or even the tag team titles, So after this match, I am going to be on my way to ruining everyone’s careers one by one
So boys’ Good luck you will need it! And the best man will win! And that’s me!
With that said, I got one more gift for you, The gift of my rap, so I’m giving it to you one more time!
Smith: Wow, strong words from Dillen Jaymes, think he’s going to be able to back them up?
Hood: We shall see…
Smith: Well, it will be an interesting match, nevertheless!
Hood: Yea, they seem to be pretty talented
Flamer: They suck!
Hood: Quiet, Flamer
James you just a bitch man, you’ll get snuffed in any ring
And just like quick sand, kid u 'suck-in everything'
Shoot me, I’ll spit back even more lead
Jermaine barely got brains even though he gotta big ass forehead
Yeah kid my cash clique, we hold the bucks
I’ll take you out then every other one of those fucks
Get sprayed to the wall, Cause I often write graffiti
How could u be beat a Gangster When ya flossin a white bikini?
And this hater shit is stoppin today
Cause everyone knows they going down if they get in my way
In the 'hotel wit ya ho' I’m 'no Cassidy'
'Chargin ya will leave ya all 'dead' like a 'phone wit no batteries'
Got some points I gotta prove while I’m in this fed
And everyone that crosses me, well they all end up dead
Yeah this off the dome, fuck recitals
You betta? Ya proved yaself wrong like ya own custom title
You’ll hit the floor, like 'referees throwin down counts
I’m like the 'exit at the circus', cause I’ma show this clown out
You both might have better luck winning if you moved to Mexico
Cause I’m betta than you, and don’t get that twisted like ya testicles
JAMES THAT WAS A MISTAKE AFTER THIS U GONNA NEED A FACE LIFT
CAUSE MY PUNCHES HIT YOU HARD AND SWIFT YO FACE WILL SHAPE SHIFT
LIKE SPITTING INTO A STRONG WIND YA SKILLS BLOW, REVERT AND SLOW
ILL MERK THIS HOE STEP TO ME AND I'LL HURT YOUR SOUL!
~With that, Dillen smiles as he stands up and heads out of his locker room, towards the curtain, ready for his match. We go back to ringside~
~ 'Fightin in the club' by I-20. Arena goes black... Red lights start to flash, then Silver and then Black. Then all 3 at the same time as the isle fills with fog... and Jermaine Ruler walks out from behind the curtain and makes his way down the foggy ramp.~
Warrick: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match. Coming down the isle, from Chicago Ill. Weighing in at 6’4 and 218lbs….. JERMAINE RULER!!!
~Ruler climbs up into the ring as a few fans sitting in the front row clap and chant Ruler. “Just Close Your Eyes” by Waterproof Blondes starts and the lights go out and nothing is happening as the voice in the song goes to a small fade a spotlight starts up as a James Jackson wearing a hooded cloak walks out and continues out walking and stands there looking at the ring and just stands there with the spotlight shining down on him.~
Warrick: And his opponent from Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Weighting in at 5’11 220lbs…. JAMES JACKSON!!!
~James slides into the ring as Ruler hops out and stands outside the ring. James snatches the microphone away as he grins to the crowd and begins to speak~
James: First I’d like to say that it is a honor to be wrestling in the great city of Lafayette, Louisiana. But reason I came out here is to ask how many of you all like sports entertainment, yeah the ones who can make you laugh, and give you a good time on the microphone?
~The crowd begins to cheer for the cheap pop as well as the enjoyment of sports entertainment. James facial expression drops dead as he grins raising his eyebrow~
James: Well wrong city, I should of said the great city of crap, you guys make me sick, sports entertainers, you want comedians go to a damn comedy show, this is professional wrestling this is wrestling for athletes, this is a sport not a sideshow filled with a bunch of out of shape talent less pieces of crap.
~The crowd quickly begin to boo James as he grins some knowing the crowd is as stupid as can be. He shakes his head and continues to talk~
James: But its not my fault that you all have been catered by sports entertainers by people who give the sport a bad name. Not my fault at all actually it is more like your own fault, you could boo the ones who are a joke, but no you boo ME, and you say the sport is boring, boring, boring well if I am anything I am not boring. I am God’s…
Crowd: Boring, Boring, Boring
James: I’m God’s Gift damnit and you all will respect the man who will not let the sport of wrestling die.
James tosses the microphone back to the ring announcer as he taunts to the crowd already getting enough heat. As he is taking off his cloak “Bad Influence" By Eminem plays over the PA system and Dillen Jaymes walks out from behind the curtain. Red and Black lights flash throughout the arena and fireworks go off.~
Warrick: And the final competitor. From Brooklyn, New York. He’s 6’11 and 227lbs…. DILLEN JAYMES!!!
~Dillen Jaymes makes his way down the ramp and grabs the top ropes and pulls himself on the ring apron. He then pushes the top ropes down and steps over them. He gets in the middle of the ring and then walks over and leans on the ropes and is talking to one of the people outside the ring but you can’t hear him over the music. He flips off someone in the crowd. The crowd slaps him with a chorus of boos. ~
Smith: This should be a good match right here folks.
Hood: Who are you trying to convince?
Flamer: I like this Ruler guy. He reminds me of me.
Hood: So he doesn’t have any talent either?
Smith: No, I’m sure Ruler has much more talent then Flamer.
~The Bell rings and the three superstars walk to the middle of the ring and start to exchange some words. Jaymes slaps Jackson across the face and then Jackson slaps him back. Then they both turn and slap Ruler and he stumbles backwards a few steps. Ruler gathers himself and then runs at Jackson and Jaymes. Jackson bounces off the ropes and Jaymes back body drops Ruler, and Jackson comes back and DDT’s Jaymes down to the canvas.~
Smith: Jackson with a nice DDT there on Jaymes.
Flamer: The action is starting off nice.
Hood: I want anyone but Ruler to win… and that is only based on the fact that Flamer said he reminds him of himself.
Flamer: Well he does.
Hood: I know… he is losing just like you used to.
~ Jackson picks Ruler up off the canvas and hoists him up in a vertical suplex, and then dropping him hard on the mat. But he picks him up and nails a Belly to Belly suplex. Jackson once again picks up Jermaine and this time lands a German Suplex with a bridge. The ref slides over to count. 1………2….. and Jaymes kicks Jackson in the gut to break up the pin.~
Smith: A close call there for Ruler.
Flamer: And for Jaymes… he almost lost the match without being pinned.
Hood: No Shit Sherlock.
~Jaymes grabs Jackson and tosses him over the top rope and then runs back and covers Ruler. The ref drops down to count again. 1…..2… Kick out by Ruler. Jaymes picks Ruler up off the mat, and sets him up for a Pump Handle Slam. Jackson rolls back into the ring and Jaymes releases Ruler and hits a running clothesline on Jackson that nearly takes him out of his boots. Jaymes goes back and hits the Pump Handle Slam on Ruler.~
Smith: Road To Maurako! Wait…
Flamer: You fool! He quit!
Hood: I know… and now I am stuck with the likes of Flamer and Triple P.
Smith: Sorry, I’m just so used to seeing Maurako hitting that move on people.
~Jaymes stands over Ruler and taunts him, as James Jackson slowly gets up and gathers his brain cells that were scattered from that clothesline. He sneaks up behind Jaymes and rolls him up into a School Boy pin attempt, but Jaymes kicks out right away.~
Flamer: Go Ruler!
Smith: You’re not going to beat Dillen Jaymes that way.
Hood: You never know, anything can happen out there.
Flamer: Yeah he could have passed out-
Hood: Shut up Flamer!
~Ruler finally gets up from the mat. He sees that Jaymes and Jackson are now exchanging punches and he climbs to the top rope. Jaymes and Jackson both notice that Ruler isn’t on the ground anymore and they stop punching each other. They turn to look for Ruler and the find him when he leaps from the top rope nailing them each in the chest with a dropkick at the same time.~
Smith: What a move by Jermaine Ruler.
Flamer: That’s my boy!
Hood: He can’t be your boy. You’ve never done anything even close to that.
~Ruler gets up and drags Jackson over to the corner. Jermaine Ruler climbs the turnbuckle and gives the sign for his finisher. He then launches himself into a 450 splash but all he finds is the mat when James Jackson rolls out of the way.~
Smith: Ouch! Ruler went for his finisher called Die Trying.
Hood: Now that is more like you, Flamer.
Flamer: Shut up.
Hood: I guess he did Die Trying.
~Jackson gets up and Jaymes spins him around and kicks him in the gut. Jaymes picks him up in a running powerbomb and as he drops Jackson he hooks his legs and hits what looks like a backwards X-Factor. He covers and the ref is right on top of it. 1….. 2…. Kickout!~
Smith: James Jackson just kicked out of Slow Motion!
Flamer: Jaymes is livid and I don’t blame him one bit.
~Jaymes gets up and starts yelling at the ref about how it was 3. Ruler gets up and hits a dropkick to the back of Jaymes which knocks him into the referee knocking the ref out and Jaymes to the outside.~
Hood: YES! This is about to get good.
Smith: Flamer if you feel the urge to grab a chair and go to the ring… DON’T!
Flamer: Very funny guys.
~ Jackson is on his feet and standing behind Ruler who is buys looking at Jaymes on the floor. Jackson walks up behind him and picks him up and hits a Reverse Death Valley Driver. Jackson covers but the referee is still out.~
Smith: Jackson nails the Throat Cutter but the ref is still down and he can’t make the count.
Flamer: Get up Ruler!
Hood: Get up Ref!
~Jaymes gets up and sees Jackson on Ruler, and that the referee is knocked out, so he lays back down on the ground and pretends to be hurt. Jackson rolls off of Ruler and then out of the ring. He walks over to Jaymes who is lying down in front of the announcer’s table. Jackson grabs Jaymes and starts to pull him up but Jaymes nails Jackson in the crotch, and Jackson bend over in severe pain. Jaymes quickly gets up and power bombs James Jackson through the Spanish announcers table.~
Smith: OH MY GOD! Jackson just got drove through the Spanish Announcers table.
Hood: We have Spanish Announcers?
Flamer: Don’t look at me? I’m clueless.
Hood: As usual.
~Jaymes looks down at Jackson and smiles. Jaymes grabs one of the chairs and then rolls walks up the steps and into the ring. Ruler is still out on the mat, and the referee starts to move. Jaymes sees this and immediately tosses the chair out of the ring and covers Jermaine Ruler. The ref slowly crawls over. 1……………………………………………… 2………………………………………. KICKOUT BY RULER!~
Smith: Kickout by Jermaine Ruler!
Flamer: WOO HOO! Go Ruler!
~Dillen Jaymes looks frustrated and he gets up and climbs the top turnbuckle, but Ruler gets up punches Jaymes in the butt making him lose his balance and crotching him on the top turnbuckle. Ruler then hooks Jaymes feet under the turnbuckle and pulls him down into a Tree of Woe. James Jackson staggers to his feet and rolls into the ring, while Ruler puts his foot on Jaymes’ crotch and then puts all his weight on it. The ref starts to administer a count but Ruler jumps down. When Ruler jumps down he is met by a kick to the gut by Jackson. Jackson hits a Tiger Driver and covers him.~
Smith: JACKSON DRIVER!
Hood: It’s over!
Flamer: No it’s not.
~The ref gets down and counts while Jaymes struggles to get out of the Tree Of Woe~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
Flamer: NO!
Hood: YES!
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of the match…… JAMES JACKSON!!!!!
Smith: What a great win for James Jackson! He held off a great battle from Dillen Jaymes to win his debut match.
Hood: Sure did, this match was definitely too close to call.
Smith: Indeed, both of these guys will grow to be forces to be reckoned with in OCW.
Flamer: Blah!
~We quickly go backstage where we see Alexander H. Mary in the same locker room as Macsta. They are preparing for their matches later this evening as we listen in~
Alexander H. Mary: Macsta, thanks for taking care of that stuff for me this week.
Macsta: No problem, Mary. Ready for your match this evening?
Alexander H. Mary: Yup, I’m going to teach Eliminator a lesson or two and advance in the Sweet Sixteen, how about yourself?
Macsta: The pornstar doesn’t stand a chance against me, that’s all I know.
Alexander H. Mary: Good deal
Macsta: Oh, say, there is one more thing, Mary
~Alexander H. Mary turns towards Macsta and Macsta nails him with his boot!! Mary falls over holding his face in pain. Macsta kicks Mary while he’s down then lifts him up and slams him down onto the locker room bench, breaking it in half. Mary is lying on the ground, moaning in pain as Macsta stares down at him~
Macsta: You’re not my boss, Mary! That’s for ordering me around this week and if you ever make that mistake again, the results will be much, much worse!
~Macsta angrily exits the locker room leaving Mary laid out. We then go back to the announce booth~
Smith: Macsta just laid Alexander H. Mary out!!
Hood: Sucks for Mary, not only does he have to face Eliminator, but Macsta is beating him senseless with a wrestling boot!
Smith: That’s going to make his match against Eliminator double tough!
Hood: Yup, it appears that Macsta isn’t going to take any shit from anyone
Flamer: You SMELL like shit
Hood: Shut up, Flamer
Smith: On that note, it’s time for our weekly installment of Paradise City…tonight’s Paradise City promises to be one of the best as OCW’s Pornstar sits down and grills former OCW World Champion and Hall of Famer, Perfect Paul Paras! Here we go!
~The scene switches backstage where the camera move into a living room setting. To the right, a plush black leather couch, in the center is a matching leather love seat and against the far wall is a picture of the Pornstar Pete Parker in front of an old fashioned six foot tall lamp. Over the back of the loveseat on the wall, is a flat screen TV with Pete about ready to dive off the top rope, and deliver his patented Money Shot. Pete walks into the room, taking a seat on the love seat, smiling as he is ready to begin the third edition of Paradise City. Pete is wearing blue jeans, with a black Pornstar's Paradise City t-shirt, and is fiddling with his ring on his left hand, seemingly still confused.~
Smith: It's time for Paradise City, but I'm not sure if Pete is in the right frame of mind for this show.
Hood: Pete had a very wacky weekend from what I have heard.
Flamer: The fucker got married, and I think it's hillarious.
~ Pete gets the cue, but he's not even looking at the camera. Pete sitting there as the camera begins to roll, and only after Jim, the cameraman threw a donut at him, did he respond. ~
Pete: The third week of Paradise City, and this one is sure to set a new precident, with a most interesting guest. Let me introduce to you, a former OCW World Heavyweight Champion, a man that has been a great tag team wrestler and former Tag Team Champion, but last week he made his presence felt in his long awaited return to OCW, the man that is all about perfection. He won his only shot at the OCW World Title in a long night of wrestling defeating Everlast and JD Tyson, to capture the World Title on the night OCW closed, and in effect missed a shot at Shadow Stalker who lost to Everlast earlier that night.
~The screen above Pete's head changes, as the image of his guest appears.~
Pete: Slated to make his inring return next week on Massacre, a member of OCW's Sweet Sixteen in route to crown a Heavyweight Champion, Triple P.
Hood: The Perfect One on Paradise City, this is very shocking.
Smith: Flamer, wanna bet again, I bet you couldn't kick his ass?
Flamer: Shut up, he got lucky, even luckier to be backstage.
~Pete standing up, seems to be back in control of his functions, putting his weekend behind him, as Paras walks into the room, they shake hands. Paul is wearing black slacks and shoes, a powder blue buttoned dress shirt, and gold-framed shades. Laying across his lap, is his trademark Singapore Cane.~
Pete: Paul let me first welcome you to Paradise City, now this week I added the curtain, to go with doors one and two. Behind one of the doors or the curtain is that firey red head, behind a second a ravishing black haired bomber, and the last one, the blonde twins. So if you would like some company, which one would you choose, or you can pass on it all together?
Paras: Thanks for having me Pete. You know, The Perfect One is back on the market recently, so something about that silky curtain just has me Perfectly intrigued..
~Pete smiling, points to the curtain, as Paul gets up, and walks over, he pulls the curtain back, and there are two blondes, both wearing towels, and only towels, with an unuseable shower head in the corner. A broad smile comes over his face, as they accompany him back to the couch. Both start rubbing on him, one unbuttons his shirt, and Paras being the perfect guest, is ready to begin.~
Pete: The Perfect One, Paul Paras, wow it's been a long time since I've been in the same room as you, how does it feel to be back in OCW?
Paras: Yes Pornstar, it has been a long while since The Perfect One graced his OCW fans with his interview expertise, and let me say that after four years out of action, it feels exceptionally excellent to be back, entertaining the masses.
Pete: Since your return last week, your long time friend, Triple M, Marvelous Mark Maurako took his leave of OCW. Now I know the history, but there are alot of new faces in OCW that are wondering what the big deal is with you two, would you give the world a history lesson?
Paras: Hah, you called him Mark...he always hated that. You make a good point though, a lot of the new OCW doesn't know about Triple P and Triple M. Back in 1999, two childhood friends from Minneapolis, one Paul Paras, and one Mario Maurako, found their way into the same wrestling company, the Extreme Wrestling Association. We teamed together there for the first time and things just clicked. We became known as PERFECTLY MARVELOUS, seen by many as the finest tag team to ever grace the squared circle. We became multiple-time Tag Team Champions over many different companies before finally settling in OCW.
Pete: Ah yes, Mario, I knew that, well since he's gone, he can't take it personal huh?
Paras: Yeah...Triple M took a lot of things personally, which ultimately would lead to PM's downfall. Perfectly Marvelous was on top of the world for a span of many months. We were the OCW World Tag Team Champions, Triple M captured the US Title, and yours truly won his first OCW World Heavyweight Championship, wrestling two matches in the same night. Somewhere amidst all this glory, things just got ugly between the two of us... I guess you could say we couldn't handle each other's success.
Pete: Now my memory is not always the best, but I do believe that Triple M had three shots at the title, losing to loudmouth TGO, then an injury kept him out of his second match, and the third was a multiperson match that he left his shot with the Intercontinental Title. While you won the World Title on your first shot, and only shot, do you think that led to some of the downfall?
Paras: Well Pete, I would say that my winning the title definitely started a fire in Triple M that couldn't be quenched. All of his title shots came after my initial win, and despite winning nearly every other championship in the company, he was never able to attain the status, in his eyes, that his best friend and tag team partner had reached by winning the biggest prize in the game. It became an issue backstage and in the ring which would ultimately ruin our friendship and drive a wedge of hate between us. A shame, really.
Pete: When you resigned with OCW, was it your intention to run your former partner out of OCW, or would you rather have beat him in the ring to end this feud between you two?
Paras: You know Pete, all these questions about Triple M are grating on the Perfect One's nerves. What you have sitting here in your Paradise City is the Perfect One, not the Marvelous One. You have a champion, not a quitter. You have someone who, instead of taking his ball and going home, is here in OCW to make an impact, regardless of what animosity I may have for certain members of the roster. That's part of the job as you know, Pete, and we live with it night in and night out. The Perfect One is here for his fans-- not for Dean, not for the advertisers, and especially not for Mario Maurako.
~Pete nodding to the girls, watches as they distract him from his rising agression. Naudia the twin on the right, starts rubbing his leg, and into his inner thigh, while Claudia, the twin on the left, takes his cane out of his lap, and puts it behind the sofa, so she can easier rub the other thigh. Naudia leans in and gives him a long kiss, then when she finishes, Pete continues, still smiling.~
Pete: Before we move away from this hot subject, you know that Mario is watching right now, do you have anything you want to say to him?
~Hesitating at first, then with authority, Paras speaks.~
Paras: Mario...if you ever decide you're man enough to step into the same ring as The Perfect One again, I'll gladly give you a coupon for an exquisite collection of staples in your head, just like I did to my good friend Tommy Flamer.
Pete: You mentioned animosity with certain members of the roster, care to elaborate on that, like who, why?
Paras: There are a few individuals in Online Championship Wrestling who The Perfect One has never exactly been fond of, but most ot those have vanished with time. Of the new crop, not to name any names, but men who get over on being the penultimate vision of excellence in sports entertainment, when that title has been held by Perfect Paul Paras for the past decade, simply serve to make Triple P shake his head in disgust.
Pete: How does it feel to be the only OCW World Heavyweight Champion, to never lose the title nor defend the title?
Paras: Well, Pete, how would you feel if you worked your entire life for the honor of holding the most prestigious prize our sport has to offer and then you finally achieve it, only to have the company shut down a day later and never get to defend it; to reward those fans for all their cheering, your family for all their support, and yourself for every last drop of blood and sweat that poured out of your body?
Pete: Well Paras, as a matter of fact, I've had that happen to me, in another fed when OCW was not open. You see Paras, I know what it is like to have a title, and never get to defend it. I also know what it is like to be a champion that never lost such a huge prize. Hell even you have to admit, I know all to well what it is like to never lose a title when a fed closes, I had two titles the last time OCW Closed, I had two titles with ICWF when it closed, and it isn't alot of fun. I guess my point, was to wonder if you felt you deserved the title now that OCW is open again, and with you resigning, since you never lost it?
Paras: Let us not forget, Pornstar, all those past accomplishments? They don't mean a damn thing in the new OCW. Because of this, do I think I should be getting a World Title shot right now, this very minute just because I won the title four years ago? No. The people deserve better than that, and that's exactly what they're going to get. Triple P will once again be a champion someday, and only time will tell when that will occur. But as for this Sweet 16 system The Dean has announced, whether I win the World Title or not, I just could not pass up the opportunity to remind OCW fans just why they call Paul Paras, "Perfect".
Pete: I disagree with you there, what we have accomplished means alot, at least to me it does. As you have had time to look around and see who is here in OCW in this new Era, who would you most like to get into the ring with?
Paras: There are a lot of rising stars who, even the Perfect One will admit, are impressive in the new OCW. Guys like Eliminator and Tatum Coe, I've always found intriguing. This Annie Alvarez chick, who I understand you've had a run-in or two with, adds some spice to the company. And two other guys you know well, Logan Caine and my old RPW buddy Dilon Draven, always manage to entertain and I admire their work almost as much as my own.
~Claudia decides she's getting bored, and removes her towel, enough for Paras to get an eye full of what's underneath. She takes his hand and pulls it toward her breast, allowing him to get a feel. Paras liking it, continues to rub as Naudia unzips his pants and puts her hands into his pants. Surprised, Paras wonders if this is part of the program. Pete clears his throat, as Claudia wraps back up, and Naudia pulls out and rezips his pants, knowing they will have fun later if Paras so desires.~
Pete: Annie won't be to happy with what happened this weekend, alot of which I'm still trying to put together. Tell me Paras, who do you think is the biggest threat that could take you out of the hunt for OCW World Heavyweight Gold?
Paras: You know Pete, it's funny, because there is the honest possibility that any one of those 15 competitors could take me out. I haven't been in a ring in a long time, and there are a collection of young guns who might just have more drive than I. Guys like The League, Rob Torborg, and Zeek Alexander. Fellow vets like Syren, Del Norte, and Silverfreak. Heck, even yourself, Pete old boy. But you know what, while that possibility does linger, I am still The Perfect One, and probability will tell you that Triple P will give his all each and every time he's out in that ring, and the end result, win or lose, will be absolutely Perfect.
Pete: You call yourself Perfect, now there is another in OCW, a young warrior, who believes he is the essence of perfection, of course I will have the fun of dismantling this fool myself later tonight, but how does that make you feel knowing he wants to be considered Perfection, with a name like Macsta?
Paras: Macsta, huh? Sounds like a name for a walk-on pimp role in one of your movies.
Pete: He wishes I would give him the opportunity to get laid. So this doesn't bother you that he is trying to play himself off as Perfect?
Paras: Pete, nothing much "bothers" the Perfect One. I can't begin to tell you how many times some chronic jabronic from some Mickey Mouse wrestling federation has walked onto The Perfect One's show and claimed that he is "perfect". If this Macsta fellow wants to try and "bother" the Perfect One by calling himself "perfection",then perhaps I'll just have to make room on my busy schedule to perfectly pulverize his ignorant ass. Macsta is just one of many... but Triple P is the one and only.
Pete: Perfectly Marvelous was one of the best teams in OCW, but they as a tag team were never inducted into the hall of fame, only one team has ever done that. The question is how would you compare PM with Sex and Violence, that being my tag team partner Mark Kelley and I?
Paras: The comparisons are there, for sure. Both teams were at the top of their respective eras. Both held the Tag Team Championships and never lost them. Heck, both teams are loaded with "P's" and "M's". As for your Hall of Fame mention, it's true that you and Kelley were inducted as a team, but least you forget that my partner and I were inducted for our own separate accords. We're all Hall of Famers here, Pete, but as for what I think you're getting at-- which team was better, that may be debated for years to come.
Pete: What about Bifford, you have seen him in the ring, heard about his Presidental Era, and know he's part of the company and might not like you beating up Tommy Flamer. What do you think about him?
Paras: If Bifford went on a miracle diet, lost 300 pounds, became a spokesman for health and wellness everywhere, discovered a new gene which promotes eternal youth, won the Nobel Peace Prize for science, was elected President of the United States, and achieved world peace... I still wouldn't give a damn about The Big Bifford
Pete: I think the new era of OCW is going to kick ass, Triple P will be back in action next week. Paul, I thank you for your time, any parting remarks from the Perfect One?
Paras: This new era will kick that proverbial ass, and it will be The Perfect One kicking it loudest of all. To all the ignoramuses out there who want to test Perfection, step right up and be amazed, because The Perfect One is back, better than ever, and better than YOU. Take it easy, Pete.
~With that Paras gets up to leave, he shakes hands with Pete again, and the twins taking to his arms, are leaving with him. Not seemingly like he plans to stop them, Paras leaves the set, with a girl, in a towel on each arm, his shirt still open, but his cane still behind the sofa, as the scene switches back to the announce team.~
Hood: Wow looks as if Paras is going to get some action tonight, twin killing style.
Flamer: He's just lucky he's backstage, I'd kick his ass and take the girls.
Smith: Flamer wake the hell up, you wouldn't know what to do if you did happen to knock Paras down long enough.
Hood: Maybe I can talk Pete into giving him two girls, might fuck him to death, and we would be done with him.
Smith: Wait a minute, I’m being told something is taking place backstage concerning Annie Alvarez! Quick! Let’s go backstage!
~Pete Parker has just finished his latest edition of Paradise City and is now starting to walk off the set talking to his partner Mark Kelley. They’ve only managed to take a few steps when Scoot Time comes running into the room with a frightened look on his face~
Scoot Time: Pete, Mark! It’s Annie, she’s hurt!
~Pete takes a step forward and grabs Scoot’s arm. He question’s Scoot with a look of concern on his face.~
Pete: What!? Where is she?
~Just as he finishes his question a large crack is heard as Logan Caine blasts Mark Kelley with a chair. As he stumbles forward Scoot pulls a crowbar from his back pocket and clubs him on
the back of the head. Pete Parker turns to see who hit his partner but takes a chair shot right on the crown of the head. Pete falls to one knee as Logan Caine raises the chair above his head once again. Pete tries to get his hands up to defend himself but isn’t quick enough as Logan Caine levels him with another devastating shot to the head. The Legend then continues hitting both fallen men with a chair until Scoot comes behind and pulls him off. Logan drops the chair and kneels down on one knee to talk to Pete Parker~
Logan Caine: Well son, was it worth it? Was it worth trying to get revenge on The Legend? It’s not eye for an eye here in OCW son, it’s The Legend’s way or the highway, there Petey. I’ll
give it to you though, you and your fucking bitch fooled me last week, you caught me thinking with the wrong head. You made a very big mistake last week messing with OCW’s Legacy. It’s now the Legacy’s
goal in life to make an example of you two pieces of shit. You just started a fire, that you just aren’t going to be put out, son.
~Logan Caine stands back up with a smile. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a can of lighter fluid and a book of matches. He begins showering the Paradise City set in lighter fluid. Logan Caine takes a match, lights it, and tosses it onto Pete Parker’s couch instantly catching it on fire. Logan and Scoot begin to walk away but Logan stops and turns back to look at Pete and Mark~
Logan Caine: Oh, Pete! Don’t worry, Annie is fine by the way. At least for now that is. I’ll make sure she is well taken care of since you look to be a little under the weather.
~Logan and Scoot begin to laugh as they walk out of the room. The camera pans down to show Pete and Mark starting to move on the floor with the fire spreading behind them. Pete Parker finally gets to his hands and knees as the scene closes back to the announce table~
Smith: Logan Caine just laid out Sex and Violence!
Hood: NOOOOOO!!! He destroyed the Paradise City set, that unbelievable bastard!
Flamer: Hey!! That’s my gas can! Son of a bitch!
Smith: Irregardless, thank goodness both Parker and Kelley are okay…and, it does look as if Logan Caine is hoping to weaken some of his Sweet Sixteen competition.
Hood: Well, if Parker loses tonight to Macsta, he could very well be out of the World Title hunt, and that would, no offense to Macsta, make things look a lot better for a guy like Logan Caine.
Smith: Indeed, but before we get too wrapped up in the Sweet Sixteen, we still have one more opening match. This match features OCW newcomer Robert Lange taking on Spectre and Mikael.
Hood: What’s with this Mikael guy anyways? He completely blew a shot at the Sweet Sixteen when he threw his match last week.
Smith: For some reason, I don’t think he really cares, all he seems interested in is beating the heck out of people and making a name for himself as some sort of tough guy.
Hood: Well, whatever works, I guess
Smith: Anyways, enough jibber jabber, down to the match!
Robert Lange (0-0) vs. Spectre (0-2) vs. Mikael (1-1)
Warrick: The following contest is an elimination triple threat match. Introducing first, weighing in at 254lbs and hailing from San Francisco, ladies and gentleman he has a record of two losses with no wins: Spectre!
~Places to Go, by 50 Cent starts playing as Spectre makes his way to the ring. The crowd sits silently, not really caring about Spectre.~
Warrick: Next, making his OCW debut, is a lightweight from Richmond Virginia.. Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Robert Lange!
~Top O The Morning To Ya by House of Pain starts to play as Robert Lange makes his way down to the ring. He climbs into the ring and the crowd cheers somewhat as he shows some charisma.~
Warrick: Finally we have a man with a 1-1 record, who apparently hails from Purgatory.. Man he must have a long drive to work.. Ladies and gentleman he weighs in at 245lbs, and he is MIKAEL!
~Schism by Tool starts to play and Mikael comes out to some decent crowd noise. He plays the crowd as he walks to the ring and climbs inside. He immediately begins moving around and taunting both Lange and Spectre. They both look pretty angry with him for taunting them before the bell.~
Smith: Well, Mikael certainly isn’t making friends..
Hood: Who the hell wrestles to make friends?
Flamer: I don’t need no friends.
Smith: That’s a double-negative, meaning you do need friends.
Hood: Thank you for the grammar lesson.
~The bell rings and Spectre and Lange both run at Mikael. They double team him and land him with a series of punches. Mikael tries to fight back, but the combination of Spectre and Lange seems too much for him. Finally, they irish whip him and he bounces against the rope and runs back towards them. They both lean down and double back drop him up and over the top rope to the floor. Mikael hit’s the ground on the outside hard.~
Flamer: Up, up and away!
~Spectre and Lange now exchange punches between one another. Lange, using his speed gets the best of him and then drops him with a stiff DDT. Spectre’s head nails against the mat with the DDT and he lies motionless. Lange hooks the leg and tries to pin Spectre..
1..
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KICKOUT~
Smith: Too early for pinfalls in this one.
~Lange quickly gets to his feet and runs towards the ropes. He jumps up and does a springboard off the ropes and flies backwards at Spectre’s body (still laying on the mat) and nails a springboard elbow drop on him. He makes the cover again, this time hooking both legs..
1..
2..
KICKOUT!~
Hood: Still not enough..
~Lange gets up to his feet again, and pulls Spectre up with him. He irish whips him into the corner and Spectre hit’s the turnbuckle hard. Lange runs up behind him and hits him with a splash in the corner. Lange grabs Spectre in a front face lock and then climbs up to the second rope. He comes off the rope and nails a tornado DDT on Spectre. He attempts another pinfall, but seems a bit tired due to the face paced action and doesn’t hook the leg..
1..
KICKOUT!~
Smith: Woah. That was a rough Tornado DDT and it didn’t even get a two count!
~Lange gets up and makes another run towards the ropes. He again jumps up and springboards off of the top rope, turning in mid air and nailing a springboard splash onto Spectre. But he doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, he gets back up immediately and pulls Spectre to his feet. He double underhooks Spectre’s arm and hit’s a Double Arm DDT on Spectre.~
Hood: That’s the third flavor of DDT that Robert Lange has served up this match.
~Robert Lange, grabs Spectre’s leg and hooks it as he makes the cover..
1..
2..
Broken by Mikael who just got back into the ring.~
Smith: Mikael is back!
~Mikael picks up Robert Lange and nails him with a hard punch to the temple. Lange goes down hard, but Mikael is right on top of him and picks him back up. He tosses him over the top rope and Lange goes FLYING over the top to the outside and actually hits against the barricade which separates the crowd from the ring. He lies on the ground motionless.~
Flamer: That was one hell of a flight.. Kinda like my private plane.
Hood: You don’t have a private plane, Flamer.
Flamer: Yes I do.
Smith: You drive an old beat up Ford Taurus.
Flamer: Shut up. My girlfriend’s hot.
~Mikael then switches his focus to Spectre. He lifts Spectre up to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes. Spectre hits the rope and comes running back toward Mikael who is waiting and hits him with a stiff clothesline. Mikael lifts Spectre back up to his feet and begins taunting him, and lets Spectre have an open shot on him. Mikael tells Spectre to punch him.~
Smith: Some serious cockiness here by Mikael.
~Spectre, rather than punch Mikael, instead kicks him right between the legs as hard as he can. While Mikael is grabbing his private-region, Spectre takes advantage and nails his twist of fate/DDT hybrid the Crossfire, his finisher and Mikael lays motionless on the ground. Spectre gets up and plays the crowd.. Behind him though, Mikael stands up and the crowd pops as Mikael looks like it didn’t hurt him at all. Spectre turns around and sees Mikael standing there and looks freaked out. ~
Hood: Hahahaha.. Spectre’s finisher blows.
~Mikael runs towards Spectre and nails him with a hard spear. He makes the cover for the pin..
1..
2..
Broken by Robert Lange with an elbow to the back of Mikael’s head.~
Smith: Lange breaks it up.
~Lange grabs Mikael and hits him with a stiff brain buster. He then runs towards the ropes and jumps hitting another springboard and flying towards Spectre who he nails hard with a springboard leg drop. He makes the cover..
1..
2..
3!!!~
Hood: Spectre has been eliminated!
~Lange quickly gets to his feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He waits for Mikael to get to his feet and then jumps off, hitting a hard missile dropkick on him. Mikael goes down and Lange makes the cover..
1..
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KICKOUT!~
Smith: It’s going to take a lot to take out a guy like Mikael.
Hood: Mikael does have a size advantage.
Flamer: So do I. My penis is huge.
Hood: That’s not what your ex told me.
~Lange gets back to his feet and pulls Mikael up to his. He irish whips him and Mikael reverses it and sends Lange towards the ropes. Lange jumps up and springboards off the second rope, flying back towards Mikael for a cross body, but Mikael catches him and nails him with a hard power slam. Mikael climbs up to the top rope, and then comes off with an elbow drop. He makes the cover, without hooking the leg..
1..
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KICKOUT!~
Smith: You’ve got to hook the leg.
~Mikael, looking pissed off, gets to his feet and stomps Lange in the back of the head really hard. Lange’s face is sent right against the mat and he begins bleeding badly from the nose. Lange gets to his knees and his nose is just pouring blood like a faucet. Mikael sees this and super kicks him right to the face. Lange goes down again. Mikael lifts him back to his feet and brings him into the corner, where he slams Lange’s face against the turnbuckle. Lange, who’s nose is still bleeding badly, spits blood which had poured into his mouth from his nose. Mikael grabs him and nails him with a snap suplex.~
Hood: Lange’s nose looks like it might be broken..
Smith: We may need an EMT down here..
Flamer: Exceptional Mexican Tacos?
~Mikael stalks Lange from behind as Robert gets up to his knees. He comes up being Lange and locks in The Pain, his version of the Dragon Sleeper. Lange begins struggling, trying to reach the ropes, but can’t and has to tap after only being in the hold less than 30 seconds. The bell rings.~
Warrick: Here is your winner, MIKAEL!!!!!
Hood: A big win for Mikael. However, I’m worried about Lange’s nose. He’s still bleeding really bad.
Smith: Why isn’t Mikael releasing the hold?!
~Mikael, still holding onto The Pain, his dragon sleeper finisher, is admonished by the referee for not breaking the hold. The referee grabs Mikael’s arms and tries to physically break the hold, but can’t. Mikael pulls back on the hold more as Robert Lange goes lifeless. Mikael still keeps the hold on tight though and the referee starts signaling to the back for help.~
Smith: LET HIM GO! THE MATCH IS DONE! Mikael has lost it!
~Mikael, pulling back further and further cutting off air from Lange, is smiling as he does it. The crowd boos as Mikael begins twisting at Robert’s neck. Robert’s face turns beet red as Mikael applies more and more pressure. Four referees come running down to the ring and begin trying to physically remove Mikael’s grip, but he keeps it held on strong. Mikael finally lets go and Lange’s body falls to the ground like dead weight. Mikael then clotheslines one of the referees. One of the other referees makes a run for it and heads running towards the backstage area. The other two referees are grabbed by Mikael and he slams their heads together.~
Hood: Mikael is assaulting OCW officials!
~Mikael then turns his attention back on Robert Lange’s unconscious body. He picks him up, but Lange doesn’t stand and falls to his knees, lifelessly, where Mikael kicks him right between the legs as hard as he can. Lange doesn’t flinch as he’s still completely knocked out. Mikael takes advantage of this and kicks him low again.~
Smith: This is sick! Two low blows to an unconscious man. Mikael must be stopped.
~Mikael then kicks Lange hard right in the face and Lange goes down to the ground. Mikael spits on his KO’d body and walks away to a chorus of boos.~
Hood: Well, that’s over now.
Smith: No.. No it’s not.
~Mikael walks around ringside and digs around under the ring. He pulls out a steel bar from under the ring and slides back inside. He walks over to Lange and slams the steel bar into Lange’s genitals.~
Smith: OH MY GOD!
Flamer: Fuck that’s gotta hurt..
~Lange grabs his genitals and rolls over to try and protect himself. That’s a big mistake though, because as he turns his back to Mikael, Mikael once again locks in The Pain, his version of the Dragon Sleeper. He, this time, uses the bar across Lange’s throat to apply extra pressure. Once he begins doing this, security runs out to the ring. The run up to Mikael and begin trying to pull him off Lange, but have a hard time doing so. Finally, they are able to get him to release the hold and he raises his hands, steel bar still in hand to show that he’ll stop.. But then he slams the steel bar down against the back of Lange’s head to a chorus of boos.~
Smith: This Mikael is a sick son of a bitch.. This is one of the most brutal beatings in recent memory.
~One of the security guards takes the steel bar away from Mikael, and four guards accompany Mikael towards the back, making sure he really leaves this time.~
Hood: My god..
Smith: That was twisted. Let’s try to get on with this show without anymore brutality like that.
~We go backstage where Mikael has broken away from the security guards and is walking down a hall way when, suddenly, he’s confronted by Dean~
Dean: Hey! Sucka! Get over here!
~Mikael stops and stares at Dean, showing no sign of fear or anxiousness~
Dean: Listen here Mr. Tough Guy, I saw what you did to Robert Lange just a minute ago…now, it’s one thing to go out there and kick someone’s ass during the match, however, it’s an entirely different thing to beat up a defenseless wrestler in the manner that you did, hoping to severely injure them.
~Mikael blocks Dean out, Dean notices the little to no attention being given by Mikael and starts to grow angry~
Dean: That’s it, sucka! You’re defiant and, worst of all, dangerous to the wrestlers on my roster, so here’s what we’re going to do. You have until Friday morning to pay a fine of five thousand dollars for your actions tonight, if you fail to do so, then you will be suspended. Now, can you did that, sucka?
~Mikael just angrily shakes his head and walks off as Dean is breathing heavily due to the flare up in his temper, we cut back to ringside~
Smith: That’s it, Dean! Way to go! Fine that bastard!
Hood: Could you remove your head from Dean’s ass, Smith?
Flamer: You like Dean’s ass? Dick smoking faggot!
Smith: Don’t get him started, Hood
Hood: Good advice…
~Suddenly “Devil Town” by the Groovie Ghoulies begins to rock over the PA system and several cheap bottle rockets and roman candles erupt at the entrance~
Hood: Hey! That's Scott Syren's theme music!
Smith: But he's not scheduled to wrestle now!
Hood: How many years have you been doing this, Smith? Does this shit really still surprise you?!
Smith: Well, no.
~Syren appears at the entrance amidst a chorus of boos, cheers and the sound of mothers escorting their young out of the building. He enters the ring with a microphone~
Syren: You know, fans and faggots... a lot of crap went down last Monday. For one, the biggest jackass in OCW history, Pee-Pee-Pee, came out and made an hour-long speech that put everybody in a friggin' coma, you saw how I repaid him for that earlier tonight, HA HA HA!
~The crowd boos loudly~
Syren: Also, that one Goldie guy came onto Pete Parker's little talk show and just BEGGED for me to pee on him. Speaking of Pedophile Pete Parker... what's with THAT guy? “Pornstar” my ass... I've seen petting zoos more risque than that guy. Him and Pee-Pee-Pee should have a match to see who the REAL Triple P is... except, instead of wrestling, they'll just cut long promos and whoever falls asleep first loses. Hey, look at me, I'm Pete Parker!
~Syren makes a large, theatrical jacking-off motion, as though he were masturbating a five-foot dick. The crowd response is mixed~
Syren: Oooh, so he chums around with that Annie "Crotch Rot" Alvarez skank, BIG FUCKIN' DEAL!
~The crowd's boos increase tenfold~
Syren: This brings me to my next point: the aggression against my friend, Logan Caine, performed by this duo of miscreants will not stand. Logan Caine, you and I are close friends... hell, I even let you win last Monday, just like you predicted.
~It's hard to believe, but the crowd now boos EVEN LOUDER~
Syren: Shut up, fags! I totally LET him win! You people don't even know what you're talking about! Anyway... Caine, my man, you know what kind of business this is. You know people need to watch each other's backs to get anything done around here...
~The crowd continues their unprecedented booing streak as they recognize this as the exact same speech Syren gave Triple P earlier before handing him a piss-soaked BUFF shirt~
Syren: Logan Caine... I have a BUFF shirt with your name on it; not peed on; not pooped on; no loads blown on it. Just a BUFF shirt for a BUFF guy. I know you'll make the right choice. And don't worry... this invitation goes to your friends, too... Draven and... and... (he sighs loudly, not wanting to say it.) Scoot Time.
~The crowd laughs loudly. Syren flexes a huge bicep to shut them up~
Syren: But that's not all I have to say... a two-man stable... well, that's not much of a stable at all, is it? That's why I'm extending this offer not only to Logan Caine, but to the former, and future, tag-team champions: Hades and Zeus!!!
~The crowd goes wild with excitement~
Smith: Did he just say what I think he said?!
Flamer: I think he said his mom is gay... with him...
Hood: Shut up.
Flamer: ...and you.
Syren: I know that BUFF and The Greek Gods haven't always been on good terms... but don't think of BUFF as your old enemy... think of BUFF as the stable that represents classic OCW... the REAL OCW. I want to hang around and be cute with my little one-man stable gimmick... but things are getting serious here. Hades, Zeus, Caine, Draven... Scoot... there's a war brewing in OCW. Lines are being drawn, people want to ruin our OCW!!! I realized that last week as soon as I saw that jackass, Pee-Pee-Pee, make his return. Boys... are you going to join me? Or are you going to get fuckin' peed on?
~ “Devil Town” by Groovie Ghoulies fires back up as Syren exits the ring. We then cut backstage where we see Zeek Alexander standing in Dean’s office~
Dean: Alright, Zeek, what is it?
Zeek Alexander: I was just wondering if you knew who it was that attacked me two weeks ago on Massacre. I’ve been searching all over the place trying to find the bastard and have had no luck…
Dean: Nope, Zeek, sorry…I have no clue, all I can tell you is eventually it will come out and then you can do something about it.
Zeek Alexander: Alright, all I know is that guy has payback coming his way, once I find out who he is.
~Zeek exits Dean’s office as we go back to ringside~
Smith: Well, Zeek’s attacker remains a mystery, think we’ll ever find out?
Hood: I sure hope so, for Zeek’s sake…but enough about that, how about Logan Caine, Draven, Hades, Zeus and Scoot Time being invited to join B.U.F.F. with Syren??
Smith: Very interesting…
~The scene cuts to the parking lot behind the arena, focused on a silver Nissan Xterra. From the driver side, a man steps out and walks around to the back, opening it and pulling out a suitcase. He places it on the ground, then begins to roll it as he comes across into sight, revealing it to be none other than PIC. As he walks past the camera toward the arena, he begins to speak to himself~
PIC: Ok man, here we go. One more time...you owe it to yourself to give it a shot. You're not the biggest, you're not the meanest, but you've got the most heart...and that's what counts.
~As PIC enters the doors, he's stopped by security to check his ID. He asks where the ring is, then begins power walking toward where he was pointed. He reaches the stage entrance and stands for a second, takes in a deep breath and then walks through the curtain as "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play throughout the arena, as the fans familiar with him stand to their feet and sing along. The rest merely watch on, not sure who this newcomer is, and more importantly, why he's chosen this very moment to grace them with his presence. He runs down toward the ring, full of energy as he shakes hands with those along the ramp, before sliding into the ring. He stands in the middle, pointing as he spins around, before calming down and asking for a microphone~
PIC: Ladies and gentlemen...it is good, no...it is GREAT to be back in a wrestling ring!
~He pauses as the crowd responds. A few faint PIC chants begin in the upper sections~
PIC: That's right...in case you don't know me, my name is PIC...and I'm here to once again take a stronghold on the sport of professional wrestling like I've done in the past. Anyone familiar with OCW affiliated federations knows who I am, and most importantly, what I bring to the table. I promise that with your support, I will walk through fire here in OCW. I will fight the good fight and bring honor and prestige back to the OCW World Championship.
~Suddenly, the word "Move!" blares throughout the arena as the OCWTron fires up and we are being shown shots of the backstage area. The one-word command comes a few seconds before Twizted Z, his face a scowl of anger, shoves right past a figure standing in front of a vending machine. The figure spins around to reveal Mikael, obviously still angry from his exchange earlier with President Dean. He reaches out and grabs Twizted by his shoulder, then spins him around and moves face-to-face with him.
Mikael: What's the big deal?
~Z jerks his arm free, then glares up at Mikael, unmoved by the dark and broody individual~
Twiztid Z: I'M the big deal, ass-wipe, but that's not important right now. The current 'big deal' is that you were in my way, and now you're not, so get over it!
Mikael: Hey now, little guy. No need for all the hostilities. I'm just looking for an apology, which I think you owe me.
~His frown deepens as he seems to straighten and grow taller, looming over Z in a very threatening manner. However Z, maybe not smart enough to feel fear, ignores the warning and instead levels his finger straight at Mikael's face~
Twiztid Z: You want me to say I'm sorry? Fine, I'm sorry...that you can't even win a match without relying on some foreign object! Now get lost, kid, I got more important things to deal with.
~He turns around and walks away, leaving Mikael scowling by the vending machine. However after a few steps, Mikael suddenly springs out from behind the camera and nails a vicious flying elbow onto the back of Twizted's head. He stands up, driving his fist into Z's back as he squirms on the concrete floor~
Mikael: You got something more important, huh?
~He picks up a folding chair and waits for Z to stand, then clocks him upside the head with it, sending him crashing back down to the ground~
Mikael: Maybe after that, you'll rate me a bit higher on your 'to-do' list, eh?
~He laughs maniacally as he jerks Z to his feet and irish-whips him back towards the vending machine, where he connects solidly and staggers into the wall. Mikael approaches as Z recovers enough to throw a few punches, but Mikael shrugs them aside and slams Z's head into the wall behind him, then grabs a glass pitcher off of the table and busts it over his head. Z sways back and forth, obviously out of it, but Mikael isn't finished...he grabs him by the arm and whips him away from the wall, but maintains his hold and pulls Z back once more and straight into the glass front of the vending machine! Z's head and shoulders burst through with a sickening crack, sending glass showering all over the floor and taking what little fight he had left completely out of him. Mikael reaches into the machine and grabs a 3 Musketeers bar, then rips it open and crams the entire thing into Z's mouth~
Mikael: Amazing...a few ounces of sugar and chocolate, and suddenly you don't have any smartass comments?
~He rips a piece of the Plexiglas loose from the side of the machine, then begins savagely cutting into Twizted's scalp with it. Z thrashes and groans through the chocolate bar, and finally wrestles out of Mikael's grasp where he strikes the floor and begins crawling pathetically towards the closest doorway...which happens to lead out into the arena. Mikael grabs him by the back of his pants and practically launches him through the curtains and to the area outside, where the camera shifts to one already ring-side. The fans cheer as Mikael takes the fight out to the ring, dragging Z, who is busy hacking up pieces of candy bar, over to the steel grating leading down to the ring and folds him over his shoulders before dropping him bodily onto the ramp in a fireman's carry. He climbs up after and leisurely strolls down behind the bleeding, dazed Twizted Z as he crawls down to the ring where PIC stands with the mic in hand and a confused look on his face. Mikael grabs Z by the scruff of his neck and heaves him through the bottom rope and into the ring where he heads to PIC as if to plead for his help...however the man simply steps back in disgust, which leaves Z nowhere to go except back. Mikael catches him by the hair and pulls him to his feet, then walks over and literally steals the mic right out of PIC's hand. He turns back to Twizted, who has a hold of Mikael's wrist, though only to keep himself aloft~
Mikael: Twizted here, he said he had something important to do...and I think I know what it is. You see Twizted Z hasn't been too actively lately, and he's let a lot of people down not to mention making the rest of the roster look bad. So Z, I'm here to help you with your important errand...
~He leans in closer to Z and smiles a sick, morbid, feral grin~
Mikael: I'm here to help you repent, by showing you the true PAIN of your transgressions!
~With that he tosses the mic back to PIC and, without even a glance towards the other man, jerks down on the hair of Twizted Z while simultaneously firing up with his right arm in a vicious European Uppercut that sends Z flying. He walks over to the unconscious form of Z and runs a hand across Twizted's bloody face, then rips off his shirt and slaps him, hard, right over his heart leaving a bloody hand print...almost like a signature. He then stands and, still wearing the same sick smile, turns to finally look at the person he interrupted with his little 'fit'. PIC, obviously frustrated and angry, puts the mic to his mouth and speaks~
PIC: I don't know exactly who you think you are, but not only should you not be out here interrupting my address, but you definitely shouldn't be out here making a mockery of Christianity with that heinous entrance.
~Mikael just stares at PIC intently, not turning one way or another to hear the jeers coming from the crowd.~
PIC: Look, I'm sorry you feel slighted in some way because I was able to secure this time slot and not you, but get over it. This is my big return, my triumphal entry back to wrestling, and for once in my life, I'm gonna be a little selfish. So I do apologize, but please, leave the ring before something happens that you and I will both regret.
~Mikael reaches for a microphone from one of the crew workers and continues to stare at PIC through his long damp hair.~
Mikael: You...you dare presume to be important enough to take my time? MY TIME!!! Don't you get it...I am the new face around here, I am the one in need of exposure. These fans do not wish to see someone who has never even been to an OCW event before, they want to see Mikael, they want to see the man that will make the ignorant bleed for their transgressions...the one who will make all feel his Pain.
PIC: Look Mike, I'm sorry...I'm sorry you feel slighted. I really am. Obviously talking in front of a crowd means a lot to you, so I'm gonna grant your wish. I'm gonna leave the ring, and you can do whatever unGodly things you'd like to do...just do me a favor and lighten up a bit. After all, this is wrestling.
PIC: The name is PIC...no catchphrase needed!!!
~With that, PIC's music hits as he rolls out of the ring and heads back up the ramp, as now most of the crowd is cheering for him.~
Smith: PIC is in OCW!!! Wow!!
Hood: Oh, yea, I’ve heard of this guy, from what I hear he’s pretty good, he didn’t have to beat Mikael up, though.
Smith: What are you talking about?? Mikael rudely interrupted PIC during his debut speech, not to mention he went against Dean’s rules and beat up another defenseless OCW star.
Hood: Yea, Twiztid Z is pretty defenseless
Smith: Well, folks, it’s time for the Sweet Sixteen action to begin!! From what I understand, these competitors have no idea, win or lose, if they will be eliminated tonight.
Hood: Really?
Smith: Yes, according to the rules laid down by Dean, Biff and the newly acquired Commish, D-Rock, it is only after the match that they will meet Dean in his office and find out if the match was an elimination match or not.
Hood: Sweetness, good idea, really forces them to lay it all on the line.
Smith: Absolutely, so let’s not waste anymore time, Mikael is out of the ring and they’ve scraped Twiztid Z’s carcass out of there as well, it’s time for Annie Alvarez and Sirus Esteban Del-Norte to get it on!
Flamer: Annie Alvarez hits on me all the time
Smith: Down to ringside!!
Warrick: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a SWEET SIXTEEN match. Introducing first, from Vallejo California, he has a 1 win 1 loss record.. Ladies and gentlemen, he is Sirus Esteban Del-Norte!
~A remix of Pet by A Perfect Circle starts playing as Sirus makes his way to the ring to a chorus of boos. He plays it up to the crowd and they boo him even more. He responds by waving to them as he reaches the ring, which brings even more booing. As he climbs into the ring, his music fades.~
Warrick: And his opponent: Hailing from beautiful Los Angeles California and weighing in at 125lbs, she is a woman with an undefeated record: Ladies and gentlemen will you please welcome Annie Alvarez!
~Girl all the Bad Guys Want by Bowling for Soup begins blaring through the sound system as Annie walks out on stage. She gets quite a few cheers, most seemingly coming from those of male gender in the audience. She poses at the top of the ramp and then walks quickly towards the ring, slapping a few hands on her way down, but not all of them. She quickly climbs into the ring and flashes a smile at Sirus. Sirus smirks and nods, thinking that Annie must find him attractive.~
Smith: A bit of flirting going on between Annie Alvarez and Sirus Esteban Del-Norte.