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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!


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~

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

Dillen Jaymes (0-0) vs. James Jackson (0-0) vs. Jermaine Ruler (0-1)

~ '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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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 drops his microphone and walks past Mikael, who continues to stare straight ahead. As he passes, Mikael turns and slams his microphone into PIC's head. The crowd begins to boo as PIC falls to the mat, with Mikael quickly stomping him square in the face. He then picks PIC up off the mat, whips him into the ropes, and again smashes him in the face with the microphone. Mikael, for the first time, turns out toward the crowd as they show their displeasure for his actions, and he seems to enjoy it. He picks PIC up off the mat once more, showing the crimson mask that's beginning to cover his face. He holds PIC's face out for all to see, then throws him back to the ground. Mikael goes to the ropes, staring out into the crowd as they continue to boo. PIC begins to stir, finally making it to his feet. He stumbles a bit, and Mikael sees him, turning and running toward PIC once again. This time, PIC ducks, and as Mikael hits the ropes, PIC does a back flip in the middle of the ring, his right foot coming across and nailing Mikael square in the head. The crowd cheers as PIC gets up, picks Mikael up and begins pummelling him with rights and lefts, sending him reeling into the corner. PIC backtracks, then takes off, leaping from the mat onto the chest of Mikael, backflipping back into the center of the ring. As Mikael stumbles out of the turnbuckle, PIC hooks him for a power slam. The crowd goes nuts as PIC points to the corner, then hops up to the top and turns around. He glares through his crimson mask out into the audience, then jumps, connecting with The End Result, his version of a 450 splash. As Mikael lies there in immense pain, referees and security run down from the back to check on him and keep PIC away. PIC doesn't wish to do any more harm to Mikael though, he merely walks over and picks up a microphone from the mat. He walks over to Mikael and stands directly over him~

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!!

Annie Alvarez (1-0) vs. Sirus Esteban Del-Norte (1-1)

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.

Hood: Give me a break. Annie’s just trying to get inside his head. She’s a woman, that means she likes to play mind games.

Smith: Maybe she just likes his fancy name.

Flamer: Maybe she’d like my fancy underwear.

Hood: Flamer, shut up. Nobody wants to know that you wear panties.

~The bell rings and Annie walks to the middle of the ring. Sirus meets her in the middle and extends his hand, requesting a handshake. Annie looks around to the crowd, as though asking them whether or not to trust him. She shrugs and reaches out and grabs his hand. Sirus responds by bringing his foot up quickly to kick Alvarez, however, she uses her free hand to grab Sirus’s foot. She lets go of his hand and Sirus is left hopping on one foot as he fights to keep his balance. He jumps into the air and attempts an enziguri, but Annie ducks under his foot and Del-Norte lands hard on his chest with Annie still holding onto his leg. She locks on an ankle lock, since she’s in the perfect position for that.~

Smith: Ankle lock here by Alvarez. You’ve got to wonder if Del-Norte will be able to get out of this.

~Del-Norte fights hard, trying to get to the rope, while using his free leg to kick at Alvarez. She does a pretty good job of avoiding his kicks, but eventually he’s able to push himself far enough that he reaches the ropes and the referee breaks the hold.~

Hood: Impressive wrestling Annie.

Flamer: Hahaha. Sirus is getting beaten by a girl.

~Del-Norte gets back to his feet, but limps a bit on the ankle that was put in that hold. He walks to the center of the ring where he meets with Alvarez and locks up. Alvarez, despite the weight difference between them, seemingly wins the lockup and tosses Del-Norte over her head with a vertical suplex. Sirus hit’s the ground hard and gets back to his knees where he is met by a boot to the side of the head by Annie. He shakes it off, but Annie then delivers a dropkick right to Del-Norte’s head and he goes down.~

Hood: You said it, Flamer.. He’s getting his ass kicked by a girl.

~Annie gets back to her feet and quickly gets on top of Sirus, locking him in a single-leg crab. She wrenches back on his leg, which was earlier weakened by the ankle lock, and he cries out in pain and reaches for the ropes.~

Smith: This could be the end of it. If Sirus can’t reach the ropes, he’s got to tap. He shouldn’t risk breaking a leg.

Flamer: This is over the possibility of THE WORLD TITLE! Breaking your leg is worth it. SET YOURSELF ON FIRE AND JUMP AT HER, SIRUS!

Hood: Yes, because that obviously lead to your success in capturing the World Title. Oh, wait.. You never held the world title.

~Annie continues to wrench Sirus’s leg back, and he tries drastically to reach the ropes. He starts trying to knock Annie off of his back by moving around a lot, but Alvarez uses his leg to keep her balance and then wrenches it back further, causing Sirus to scream in pain. Annie, smiles and waves at the crowd with her free hand and they let out a loud cheer. She smiles bigger and wrenches back even further on Del-Norte’s leg.~

Smith: She seems to be enjoying kicking Del-Norte’s ass.

~Del-Norte, in a last moment desperation move, lifts himself off the canvas with his hands and pushes himself forward about two feet at which time he is able to reach the bottom rope and grab it. The referee tells Annie to break the hold, which she does.~

Hood: Good move by Sirus.

~Annie stands behind Sirus as she watches him use the ropes to pull himself up, unable to put much if any weight on his left leg. She walks up to him and rakes his eyes with her nails at an angle so that the referee cannot see. He grabs his eyes, and while he is distracted with that she kicks him hard in the back of his left leg and he goes down.~

Smith: This is really one sided..

~Annie, thinking quickly, climbs through the second rope and stands on the ring apron outside the ropes. She then slingshots herself over the ropes, doing a 360 in midair, and lands on Sirus with a leg drop across his throat. She stands up, smiles and goes back to the outside of the ropes. She then does the same 360 slingshot, but this time lands her leg drop on Sirus’s hurt leg. He screams in pain and clutches the leg, and then drags himself as far away from Annie as he can get. Annie is quick behind him though and grabs him by the left hurt leg. She drags him into the center of the ring, and locks in a Figure-Four Leglock. Del Norte, struggles and looks around to find that he’s in the middle of the ring and has little to no chance of reaching the ropes.~

Smith: Sirus is in a bad place here. There’s no place to go.

Hood: There’s no place to hide.

Flamer: Except under your parent’s bed.

Smith: Shut up Crimson.

~Del-Norte, after trying unsuccessfully to just power his way out of the move, turns it around by turning both himself and Annie over from their backs. This puts the pressure of the move on Annie who screams out in pain before turning yet again onto her back, putting the pressure again on Sirus. However, the last turn put Sirus within distance of reaching the ropes if he really tried. He screams in pain, not yet realizing his closeness to the ropes.~

Smith: Will Sirus realize the ropes are right there before he taps? The pressure must be unbelievable.

~Sirus, who looks like he is just about to tap, reaches out and grabs the ropes and the referee tells Annie to break the hold. She ignores him and keeps Sirus locked in the hold. The referee makes a count to disqualify Annie.. 1.. 2.. She finally breaks the hold, and stands up to her feet where she kicks Del-Norte in the leg hard. She follows that up with a stomp to his ankle and then his knee.~

Hood: We might be seeing Sirus in a leg-cast next time we see him..

~Annie grabs Sirus and pulls him to his feet. Sirus, not putting weight on his left leg stands on his right leg. Annie grabs him around the waist and tries to belly-to-belly suplex him, but can’t quite get him up. She grabs her back, looking like she might have hurt herself. She bends down in front of Sirus, holding her back in pain. Sirus smirks and smacks Annie’s ass.~

Smith: A little spanking action there, by Sirus.

~Annie turns around looking furious and kicks Sirus hard between the legs. He grabs where he was kicked and falls down quickly. Annie, still really pissed off about the spanking, grabs Sirus’s leg and locks him in another ankle lock. Sirus struggles hard, and reaches for the ropes, but Annie uses his leg and pulls him back into the center of the ring. Sirus, up on his hands and using his free leg tries desperately to get back to the ropes, but Annie holds on good.~

Hood: This could be the end here..

~Sirus, looking around desperately for a way out, reaches up with his free leg and kicks Annie in the side of the head. She immediately lets go of the hold and grabs her head in pain. Sirus gets up to his one good foot, really quickly, and walks up to her grabbing her by her hair and pulling her to her feet. He grabs her around the waist and delivers the belly-to-belly suplex that she tried to deliver to him earlier. She hits the mat hard.~

Flamer: Finally some offence from him. Redeem yourself man, show that you’re not the pussy we all think you are right now.

~Sirus walks up to where Annie is laying, but she suddenly springs up and nails a dropkick to Del-Norte’s left knee. Del Norte goes down hard and clutches his leg. Annie then quickly runs to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top. She waits patiently as Del Norte gets to his feet then jumps, wrapping her legs around Del-Norte’s head and delivers a picture perfect hurricanrana. She makes the pin..

1..

2..

KICKOUT!~

Smith: Close, but no cigar..

Flamer: I could really go for a cigar right now.. Anyone got a lighter?

Hood: Nobody give Tommy a lighter. Ever. Ever. Ever.

~Annie gets up, and then waits for Del Norte to get up too. She kicks him in the back of the left knee and he goes down to his knees quickly. She then runs to the ropes, bounce off and comes back at Del-Norte where she delivers a stiff Shining Wizard kick to the side/back of Sirus’s head. Sirus goes down hard and Annie makes the cover..

1..

2..

3!!!~

Warrick: Here is your winner… ANNIE ALVAREZ!!!!!

Smith: Well.. that was.. well.. one sided.

Hood: It’s okay to say it. Everyone just saw it. Sirus got his ass kicked, royally, by a girl.

Flamer: Haha, dumbass.

~We go backstage as we see Paras walking down the hall and passes Jermaine Ruler, battered and beaten, talking to Snakeskin, they both look at him, and Triple P ignores them completely, thinking about how he's going to entertain these two ladies. He passes a monitor and stops, seeing what what going on in the ring.~

Smith: Spectre, this clown, what could he possibly have to say?

Hood: He's been embarrassed two weeks in a row, this could be his goodbye speech.

Flamer: I bet I could take him, wanna bet Hood?

Hood: You might actually win that bet, I'll pass this time?

~ Spectre is in the ring, with a mic in hand. A large loser chant rings out from the crowd as he has something to say. ~

Spectre: I want that idiot Paras out here to the ring, right now. I'm going to make an impact here tonight, and I'm going to use that worthless idiot to do it. Why is he on Paradise City, that should be me on that show. Come on Paras, you said anyone who wanted it, all they had to do is ask?

~Backstage Paras looks at the twins, then the clown in the ring, then the girls. He leads them back to his locker room, and allowing them inside.~

Paras: You ladies wait right here, this won't take long, but must be done.

~Paras makes his way down the hallway and out to the entrance to the ring. "Headspace" by Velvet Revolver starts playing as he stops at the top of the entrance. Looking around, as a major Triple P chant breaks out from the crowd, and then slowly and purposely makes his way to the ring.~

Hood: Looks like Triple P is going to answer his challenge.

Smith: Flamer's not going to be getting up now.

Flamer: Shut up Smith.

~Triple P slowly enters the ring, and walking up to Spectre, snatches the mic from his hands. He starts to lift it, when from behind, Jermaine Ruler and Snakeskin hit the ring running, trying to blindside the Perfect One. Paras turns around and catches them both with a double clothesline. Spectre runs at him, and nails him with a blow to the back, then a kick to the midsection. Spectre tries to whip him to the ropes, but Paras stops him, then pulls him toward him, lifts him up and gives him a massive spinebuster into the mat.~

Hood: Triple P is kicking ass, Perfectly.

Smith: He's taking out three guys that want to make a statement.

~Snakeskin is back up, and nails Paras, but Paras gives him a shot to the midsection, and grabbing him, lifts him up and powerbombs him down hard to the mat. Ruler up, bounces off the ropes and comes at Paras, but again he's one step ahead, catching him with a spinning powerslam, with impact. Spectre catches Triple P and blindsides him into the mat. He drops an elbow into his back, and then starts to stomp away. The other two are back up and what turned out to be working in his favor, ends up not working.~

Hood: It was only a matter of time, three men is just too much. It seems these three had an agenda, and Triple P is on the wrong end.

Flamer: I like this, I might just join in if they leave anything left of this loser.

Smith: Triple P is going to be pissed off for sure.

~Parker is standing over his burnt set, shaking his head in anger. He is reminded by an OCW employee of his match and he starts to walk off, when he stops in front of his monitor. He is watching Triple P get triple teamed. Turning, he notices the cane, black burn ash streaks covering it, lying, in tact, amongst the rubble. Pete quickly grabs it and heads out of the set. In the ring, Spectre has slid some tables into the ring from underneath.~

Smith: This is definitely not good, Paras is in some trouble, and I'm not sure who is going to help him.

Hood: Flamer why don't you help him, set yourself on fire and scare them out of the ring.

Flamer: Not if his life depended on it as a matter of fact, I'm due for a little Paras payback.

~Flamer leaves the announce booth, and slides into the ring, doing nothing at first, but watches them put Paras on a table, in the center of the ring. Flamer grabbing his lighter fluid, starts to douse himself, and then climbs to the top rope, with a nod from Spectre, he is ready to hit his flaming ball form hell move, when “Candyass” by Orgy starts to play, haulting everyone. From backstage, the Pornstar Pete Parker comes racing to the ring, with Paras's cane inhand. Pete jumps up onto the apron, and then to the top rope, springboarding into the ring, clotheslining Ruler and Snakeskin with the cane. Meahwhile, Flamer wanting to get a measure of revenge, lights himself on fire. Pete tosses the cane into the air, and nails Spectre with a boot, then an implant ddt. Triple P catches the cane in midair, and rolls off the table, bringing the cane into the chest of Flamer as he came off the top rope, sending him through the table.~

Hood: Flamer got the ole cane crack from Paras, and ended up going through a table.

Smith: Thank god for small favors, I'm surprised to see the Pornstar out here helping Paras.

~Paras getting up, cracks Snakeskin with a shot to the head, then another sending him crashing to the mat. Ruler gets up and turns around, feeling the cane to the head as well. Paras looks pissed as he rips his shirt from his body. Parker slides from the ring, and tosses in a chair, then another. He lifts the apron and finds more tables, pulling them out, sliding some in the ring, and sets up two on the outside, stacked on top of each other. He grabs the lighter fluid of Flamer, and slides back into the ring. Flamer is starting to move, Spectre is getting hit repeatedly with the cane into the back, until there was nothing left. Parker nails Flamer with a running clothesline, then tosses the fluid to Paras, who looks surprised to see Parker in the ring with him.~

Smith: Am I seeing things, or is Parker and Paras working together?

Hood: Maybe they bonded during the Paradise City interview.

Smith: I don't care, they are beating up Tommy Flamer.

~Lighter fluid is all over the table, and then Pete takes the matches from his pocket, lighting the table in the ring on fire. Pete whips Flamer to the ropes, Paras catches him coming off, and gives him a spinebuster through the buring table. Parker picks up one of the chair, laying in a shot to forehead of Ruler, busting him open, but gives him a second shot for good measure. Then sliding from the ring, he pulls Ruler on top of the stacked tables. Paras pulls Spectre to his feet, then tosses him the chair, Spectre catches it, and Parker nails a dropkick to the chair, sending the chair into his face. Snakeskin gets up, and Paras standing next to Pete, both see him rushing at them, and at the same time, the lower their heads and backdrop him up and over the top rope, and through Ruler, and both tables to the floor.~

Smith: Carnage everywhere, Paras and Parker are teaching these young guys all about making your mark.

Hood: No they are just handing out one huge asskicking.

~Paras pulls Spectre to his feet, and before he can do anything, falls to the mat, face first. Parker slides from the ring, and lifts the apron, first he pulls out another table, setting it on the floor, and then pulls out a ladder, that he sets into the ring. Parker pulls Flamer out of the ring, and lays him on the table, then pouring lighter fluid on him, slides into the ring, handing the matches to Paras, and then setting up the ladder, he climbs all the way to the top. Paras steps out of the ring, but looks hesitant to do it, but then does, dropping a match on him, setting him on fire, and Pete dives off, splashing through the burning Flamer and the table. After a few moments, Parker gets up, and holding his stomach, but smiling devilishly, leaves ringside. Paras slides back into the ring, looking at the carnage, then they lock eyes, Paras starring at Parker, who stares back. Parker then disappears behind a curtain as a ringside hand puts Flamer out. Paras takes another look around, realizing that this was a lot of fun, as he heads back up the ramp, and backstage to his ladies awaiting.~

Smith: Parker comes to the aid of Paras, but the question is why?

Hood: Tell you what, it would seem that Parker just didn't want his girls to go to waste tonight, if Paras was taken out.

Smith: Guess now that Flamer is gone, Jones will be joining us.

Jones: Here I am guys!!!

Hood: JOINES!

Jones: Huh?

Hood: That’s your new name, Joines!

Jones: I HATE it!

Hood: Tough shit!

Smith: Well, I’m being told we’re going to find out the verdict to the Annie Alvarez and SED-N match…backstage we go!

~We are taken backstage to Dean’s office as we see Annie Alvarez and Sirus Esteban Del-Norte standing in front of him. Dean stares at both Sweet Sixteen participants, Annie looking happy while SED-N appears to be visibly upset over his loss. Dean gets to his feet, paces around for a few moments and speaks~

Dean: Well, I’m sure both of you know why you’ve been called in here tonight. And I know you’re both highly interested in finding out if your match was an elimination match.

~They both nod, Annie visily excited while SED-N appears prepared for the worst~

Dean: Well, Annie, I’m pleased to tell you that your match was, indeed, an elimination match! Which means that you have automatically earned a spot in the Elite Eight for a one in eight shot at the OCW World Title. Sirus, I’m sorry to tell you that you have been eliminated, it just didn’t seem as though your heart was into it tonight, I’m sorry, sucka

~Annie hops up and down and exits Dean’s office, overjoyed. Sirus, meanwhile has his head lowered and nods. He then turns to walk away, however, before he does, Dean stops him and extends his hand~

Dean: Hey, no hard feelings, sucka…you’re a great wrestler who just had an off night. Despite what happens in the future, OCW is and was lucky to have a competitor of your skills.

~Sirus nods and shakes hands with Dean as he exits Dean’s office. Dean then turns to Commish D-Rock, who has been overseeing the entire scene~

Dean: That was tough, you hate telling someone the caliber of Sirus Esteban Del-Norte that they’ve been eliminated.

D-Rock: Right on, Deano. Annie seemed very excited, though

Dean: Sure did, left my damn office without even thanking me, kind of pisses me off.

D-Rock: Ha, I knew it would

~We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Very interesting! Sirus Esteban Del-Norte has been eliminated and Annie Alvarez, a female competitor, will have a one in eight shot at becoming the new OCW World Champ.

Hood: OCW has never had a female World Champ

Jones: Wouldn’t THAT be something?

Smith: Well, she’s certainly giving it her best shot. Anyways…it’s time to move forward as Eliminator, the once hyped rookie sensation, will take on Alexander H. Mary…here’s hoping Mary can bounce back from the attack he suffered at the hands of Macsta earlier this evening.

Hood: Dude, that was like ages ago, I’m sure he’s fine

Smith: Well, let’s find out!

Alexander H. Mary (1-1) vs. Eliminator

~ "Scandal" by Queen plays out loud, and Alexander H. Mary struts out, full of arrogance. He keeps laughing at his theme music, slagging off Freddie Mercury and company for being anti-tabloid. When he reaches the end of the ramp, he takes a sign off a fan that reads 'Brain Over Braun' before patting the kids head. He then gets the referee to hold the ropes for him to climb in, and once he gets in, Alexander just stands with a cocky smirk on his face~

Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a “Sweet Sixteen” match and it is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first, from Cambridge, Massachusetts, standing 6’0 tall and weighing in at 235 lbs….Alexander H. Mary!!!!!

~ “Motorhead” by Shoot You in the Back plays as Eliminator rushes to the ring. He slides into the ring, climbs a turnbuckle, and taunts the crowd. After he gets back down, he taunts his opponent~

Warrick: And his opponent, from Nashville, Tennessee, standing 6’7 and weighing in at 283 lbs….Eliminator!!!!!

~Eliminator gets into the ring and the bell quickly sounds. Mary takes no time and rushes towards Eliminator. Eliminator, though, quickly darts out of the way, grabs Mary’s head and, using his own momentum, propels Mary face first into the top turnbuckle in a nearby corner!! Mary grabs his face in pain as he comes staggering out of the corner. Eliminator hooks Mary around the waist, lifts him up in the air and drills him to the mat with a German Suplex~

Smith: Quick start to this one as Alexander H. Mary appeared to be all fired up

Hood: He certainly was, unfortunately for him, it didn’t pay off

Jones: Nope, Eliminator was ready

Smith: Indeed!

~Eliminator is back to his feet as he pulls Mary back to his. He nails Mary with some stiff forearm uppercuts, sending Mary reeling into another corner. Eliminator then lifts a few knees into Mary’s midsection as Mary doubles over in pain. Eliminator straightens Mary up, picks him up and places him, sitting, on the top turnbuckle. Eliminator then starts to climb to the top with Mary as the crowd comes to their feet in anticipation~

Smith: Wow, a big risk very early in this one!

Hood: Eliminator is looking to end this match right now, possibly wanting to conserve his energy for other Sweet Sixteen matches later on.

Jones: Hmm, good strategy, but he is an awfully big man to be climbing that high

Hood: Shut up, Joines

Jones: MY NAME ISN’T JOINES!

~Eliminator is at the top and appears to be hooking Mary for a superplex, Mary, though, nails Eliminator with some stiff shots to the gut. Eliminator releases his hold as Mary shoves him off the top rope and to the mat! Eliminator hits hard and is lying flat on his back. Mary stands up on the top rope, leaps off and connects with a splash from the top rope!!! Mary then goes for the pin as Eliminator is down~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Kickout by Eliminator! I told you that was too risky!

Hood: Shit happens, what can I say

Jones: Stupid, stupid, stupid…way too risky way too early

Hood: Okay, Smith clone

~Mary gets to his feet and pulls Eliminator to his, he whips Eliminator into the ropes, Eliminator bounces off and greets him with a spear down to the mat!! Eliminator lands hard as Mary remains on top of him and goes off on him with lefts and rights. Mary stops and gets back to his feet. He walks to a nearby corner and perches himself on the second rope. Eliminator slowly makes it back to his feet as Mary leaps off the second rope and connects with a Double Axe Handle to the head of Eliminator!! Eliminator crumbles to the mat as Mary is on his feet~

Smith: Alexander H. Mary is in total control at this stage

Hood: He certainly is, he’s definitely taking out the size factor where Eliminator has a distinct advantage

Jones: Yup, maybe Alexander H. Mary will become the next OCW World Champion

Hood: Geez you’re a moron, it’s one freakin match and it isn’t even over yet

Jones: I’m just saying, you never know

Smith: Jones has a point!

~Mary pulls Eliminator back to his feet, yet again and whips him into a nearby corner. Eliminator hits hard as Mary comes charging in and nails Eliminator with a big splash!! Mary then climbs to the second rope and begins to punch away on Eliminator’s head as he is trapped in the corner. After two or three punches, Eliminator shoves Mary away, Mary’s elbow flies back and nails the ref in the head!! The ref falls to the mat. Mary sees this and quickly kicks Eliminator in the crotch, sending him to his knees. Mary then goes to the outside and grabs a chair~

Smith: Mary accidentally hit the ref, he’s out and now Mary is going for a chair!

Hood: Win at all costs, Smith

Jones: What a terrible way to lose in the Sweet Sixteen for Eliminator, if indeed it happens.

Smith: Indeed!

~Mary gets in the ring with the chair when, suddenly, someone runs into the ring and rips the chair out of Mary’s hands. Mary turns around and is walloped with the chair!! Mary falls to the mat as the man tosses the chair out of the ring and slides back out of the ring, leaving both Eliminator and Mary lying on the ground~

Smith: Who was that?!

Hood: If you did your homework, Smith, then you’d know that is Eliminator’s new manager, Joseph Rosenberg.

Smith: Oh…

Jones: Geez, Smith

Hood: Shut up, Joines!

~Eliminator gets to his feet first as Mary is slowly making it to his feet. Mary is staggering around as Eliminator composes himself, grabs Mary and drills him with a Diamond Cutter in the middle of the ring!! Eliminator lies on his back for a few moments, composing himself, and he then makes the cover on Mary as the ref makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!!

Smith: Alexander H Mary kicks out of Eliminator’s Trademark Backstabber!

Hood: Damn, that surprised me

Jones: Ditto, kiddo

Hood: Could you be any gayer?

Jones: Yes

Hood: Nevermind, I don’t want proof

~Eliminator gets to his feet and he pulls Mary back to his feet. Mary, though, comes out of nowhere with a punch to Eliminator’s gut. Eliminator staggers back, bent over in pain. Mary then takes a few steps back before charging in at Eliminator, however, Eliminator kicks Mary in the gut, hooks him and drops him with a Double Arm DDT!!!! Mary is laid out in the middle of the ring as Eliminator is seated next to him, breathing heavily~

Smith: Eliminator just hit Total Elimination!

Hood: If he pins Mary, I think this one is over

Jones: I concur!

~Eliminator leans over and pins Mary, who hasn’t moved. The ref then slides into place and makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings as the ref raises the hand of Eliminator~

Warrick: Here is your winner….ELIMINATOR!!!!!

Smith: Eliminator gets the win!! That’s back to back wins for Eliminator!

Hood: Impressive

Jones: It has to be asked, has Eliminator eliminated Alexander H. Mary?

Hood: Your puns are so fricking lame

Smith: I have to agree with Hood, they are lame, Jones

~After the match, and the crowd boos, Eliminator grabs a mike from Warrick.~

Eliminator: Alexander Mary, you have been one of the first to have been ELIMINATED by my sheer brawn and my new friend's sheer brains. Don't worry, I won't hurt you any further, what would that prove to me?

~Eliminator and Joseph Rosenberg walk back through the curtain as the crowd showers boos onto them.~

Smith: Eliminated? Alexander H. Mary is out of the Sweet Sixteen?!

Hood: No, moron, he’s Eliminator, he beat Alexander H. Mary, therefore eliminating him, it’s a play on words, idiot

Smith: Oh, okay…so Alexander H. Mary is still alive?

Hood: I don’t know, Dean will let us all know shortly

Jones: Whew!

~The scene cuts to the back where Annie Alvarez is walking from her dressing room down the hallway. She is visibly excited about her win and advancement into the final eight as she’s walking at a quick pace when, suddenly, she is forced to stop because a sound guy is standing in the way with his back to her, he is pushing a large amp that is blocking the hall.~

Annie: Hey, could I get by real quick here?

~The sound guy turns around to reveal that it’s Scoot Time pushing the amp. Annie takes a step back with surprise. Scoot looks at her with a sad look~

Scoot Time: Sorry Annie.

~Just then Logan Caine comes charging from behind her and smashes the crowbar into the back of Annie’s head. Annie crumbles into a heap on the floor. Logan looks down on Annie with an evil smirk on his face~

Logan Caine: It’s sad, you could have had the Legend. But instead you chose that Ron Jeremy wannabe, what a goddamn waste. Well baby…you wanted to act like a slut last week, so now the Legend is gonna make a real slut out of you tonight. Scoot let’s go, bring her along.

~Scoot throws Annie over his shoulder and follows Logan Caine down the hall away from the camera. The camera follows Logan and Scoot a short way down the hall before they enter a room and slam the door in the face of the camera. The scene cuts back to the booth just as Annie let’s out a blood curdling scream. We go back to ringside~

Smith: Where are they going with Annie?

Hood: I don’t know why Annie’s screaming, that’s her favorite activity

Smith: Hood! She’s a lady, treat her as such

Hood: Ahahahaha!

Jones: Hood has no class

Hood: Frick off, Joines

Smith: Anyways, backstage we go, again, with the verdict for Eliminator and Alexander H. Mary…let’s find out!

~We go backstage, again, to Dean’s office as Eliminator and Alexander H. Mary are standing in front of his desk. This scene mirrors the one from earlier with Alvarez and Norte. Dean, remaining seated, looks up at both wrestlers~

Dean: Alright, suckas, I’m sure you both saw me do this earlier tonight with Alvarez and Norte, so I’m just going to get straight to the point. Your match was an elimination match. Eliminator, you have joined Alvarez as one of the final eight. Mary, sorry, but you’ve been eliminated. I have no doubt you’re going to have a good OCW career, it just looks like now is not your time. Great match though, solid effort.

~Eliminator nods and thanks Dean as Alexander H. Mary just exits Dean’s office without saying anything. D-Rock, who seems to have moved into Dean’s office, speaks~

D-Rock: Pretty easy decision there

Dean: Much easier than the last one…Alexander H. Mary has talent, but it’s just not his time, he needs to polish off his skills before he is able to take that next step into the upper tier of OCW.

D-Rock: Yea and Eliminator looks like he’s ready

Dean: No doubt, Eliminator has a chance to win the whole thing…he’s finally living up to his expectations, I wouldn’t be shocked at all to see Eliminator win the World Title at Sinful Nature IV.

~We head back to ringside~

Smith: Well, just as we saw SED-N’s title hopes dashed, now, Alexander H. Mary is eliminated.

Hood: And, Eliminator occupies spot number two out of eight, only six spots remaining.

Smith: With still two more spots to possibly be filled tonight.

Jones: THE EXCITEMENT!!! AHHH!!

Hood: What a frickin spazz

Smith: Indeed, time for our next match, down to ringside we go!

Macsta (0-1) vs. Pete “Pornstar” Parker (1-0)

~The lights turn to purple and black as “Learn the Hard Way” by Nickelback begins to play and Macsta stands at the top of the entrence way in an all black attire with a bandana that has an eagle on. Macsta then lifts his shades up and slowly walks down towards the ring. As he walks he scans the crowd and runs his mouth to them to make them boo him even more~

Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a “Sweet Sixteen” match and it is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, from Birminghman, England, standing 6’3” and weighing in at 257 lbs….Macsta!!!!!

~Lights go out, as “Candyass” by Orgy starts up in the arena, as The Pornstar Pete Parker comes out from the back. He stops ast the top of the stage, admiring the chants of horny women, the signs that say Screw Me Pete, and all the while looking for a lady to take home. After the short survey, Pete makes his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, removing a bag from his inside jacket pocket. Stopping long enough to let the camera pick up "Pornstar" in diamonds on his black jacket, Pete removes a handful of condoms and throws them into the crowd. He grabs a mic from the ringside idiot holding it, and lifts it to his lips~

Pete: The Condoms are to keep all you idiots from reproducing.

~He tosses the mic down, and removes his jacket, ready to go~

Warrick: And his opponent, from Hollywood, California, standing 6’1” and weighing in at 220 lbs…Pete “Pornstar” Parker!!!!!

~The bell quickly sounds as Parker and Macsta lock up in the center of the ring. Macsta uses his strength to bully Parker into a nearby corner, the ref forces a break. Macsta then unloads on Parker with some vicious chops to his bare chest. Parker grimaces in pain from the sharp knife edged chops. Macsta then punches Parker in the midsection to keep him neutralized. Macsta then lifts Parker up and places him on the top turnbuckle~

Smith: Macsta is giving it his all right now in hopes of defeating Pete Parker! Hood: Pete Parker is one of the all time greats in OCW History, Macsta is going to have to come up with an all time great performance if he wants to win.

Jones: He might be able to pull it off

Hood: Even if he put up that kind of a fight, don’t fool yourself into believing Mark Kelley wouldn’t be down here in a second to put an end to it.

Jones: Damn, you got me there

~Macsta now reaches up and grabs Parker, as he is still seated on the top turnbuckle. Macsta then launches Parker off the top and crashing onto the mat!! Parker lands hard and arches his back in pain! Macsta walks over to him and drops a few elbows on Parker’s body as Parker remains on the mat~

Smith: Nice strength by Macsta, he’s using his height and weight advantage to keep Parker immobilized.

Hood: Good strategy, if you let Parker begin all that flying around crap, it’s lights out

Jones: I like when Parker flies

Hood: You would

Jones: What’s THAT supposed to mean?

Smith: Enough!

~Macsta pulls Parker right back to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Parker bounces off, Macsta puts his head down and Parker responds with a kick to Mactsa’s face!! Macsta stands upright and staggers back. Parker then leaps in the air and nails Macsta with a big dropkick which sends Macsta through the ropes and crashing to the outside!!~

Smith: Macsta made a crucial error, you never take your eyes off of the Pornstar

Hood: A mistake he’ll most likely pay for

Jones: Don’t count him out just yet, he’s from England

Hood: So?

Jones: English guys are tough, remember William Wallace?

Hood: Shut the frick up, Joines

~Parker climbs through the ropes and finds himself standing on the ring apron, staring down at Macsta who is slowly making it back to his feet. Parker then leaps off the ring apron, hooks Macsta and drills him to the ground with a Huricanrana!! Macsta’s head bounces off the ground as he holds it in pain~

Smith: Wow! Athletic move by Pete Parker!

Hood: Dayum, Macsta’s head is lucky to still be intact

Jones: That would’ve been gross had it come apart

Hood: Would’ve been yet another OCW murder!

Smith: Nobody is safe in OCW!

~Parker gets back to his feet and pulls Macsta to his feet. He punches Macsta in the head a few times as Macsta is leaning against the guardrail. Parker then goes for a spinning heel kick, however, Macsta moves and Parker ends up getting crotched on the guardrail!!! Macsta then clotheslines Parker as he falls into the ground, holding his groin in pain~

Smith: Ouch!!

Hood: Well, there goes his porn career

Jones: Damn, and I was so looking forward to his next video

Hood: You’re such a damn loser

Smith: I heard Annie Alvarez was going to co-star

Hood: Smith, you watch that stuff too?!

Smith: Umm, no, I just do my research!

~Macsta leans over the guardrail and pulls Parker to his feet, he then hooks him and suplexes him over the guardrail and back to ringside!! Parker lands hard and arches his back in pain. Macsta then pulls Parker back to his feet and rolls him inside the ring. Macsta slides in the ring immediately and goes for a pin as the ref makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Parker kicks out!!

Hood: Damn, that was close, Macsta is actually putting up a decent fight

Jones: Another impressive Sweet Sixteener

Smith: Indeed!

~Macsta gets to his feet and pulls Parker right back to his feet. He whips Parker in the ropes and goes for a clothesline, Parker ducks it, reaches up, grabs the back of Macsta’s head and drops him to a mat with a neck breaker!! Macsta is laid out in the middle of the ring as Parker heads to a nearby corner. Macsta slowly gets to his feet as Parker is now standing on the top rope, he leaps off and nails Macsta with a Missile Drop Kick!!! Macsta’s body crumbles to the ring as Parker goes for a quick pin~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Macsta manages to kick out!

Hood: Macsta is showing some guts, normally when the Pornstar pins you, you stay down

Jones: Yea, this Macsta kid has got some guts

Hood: I already said that

Jones: I was only reiterating

Hood: HUSH!

~Parker quickly gets back to his feet and pulls Macsta to his. He unloads on Macsta with some stiff lefts and rights as Macsta is wobbling on his feet. Parker then lifts Macsta up in the air and drops him, hard to the mat with a Spinning Spine Buster!!! Macsta is sprawled out, not moving on the mat as Parker goes for another pin~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Macsta kicks out of Lay Out!

Hood: Wow! He barely kicked out, but he survived, nonetheless

Jones: Impressive…however, it’s crucial that Macsta do something to change the momentum in this match.

Smith: Agreed!

~Parker gets to his feet and pulls Macsta to his, Parker appears frustrated as he goes to punch Macsta. Macsta, however, blocks the punch and nails Parker with a few roundhouse rights. Parker is staggering before he kicks Macsta in the gut!! Macsta doubles over as Parker hooks him and drills him to the mat with a Double Underhook Piledriver!! Parker then gets to his feet and heads for the corner~

Smith: Devastating move and, now, Parker is going for the Money Shot!

Hood: Nobody kicks out of this, if he hits it, it’s over

Jones: Macsta must roll out of the way or something

Hood: No shit

~Parker is at the top, staring down at Macsta, he then leaps off and nails a Five Star Frog Splash!!! Parker then goes for the pin as the ref makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings as the ref raises Parker’s hand in victory~

Warrick: Here is your winner….PETE “PORNSTAR” PARKER!!!!!

Smith: Pete Parker nails The Money Shot and defeats Macsta!

Hood: Yea, but Macsta put up a good fight

Jones: Yup, much better than last week

Smith: Indeed, Macsta appears to have improved from week one to week two of his OCW career…the question remains, though, will he have another crack in the Sweet Sixteen?

~"Blvd. Of Broken Dreams" by Green Day starts and a man about 6 foot 266lbs walks out wearing a Dark Blue suit, white shirt, and red tie. The crowd doesn't know who this man is, or wether they should cheer or boo him. He has very short hair, almost shaved. Along with sideburns the same length as his hair and a full goatee. The man climbs into the ring and is given a mic.~

D-Rock: You guys don't know me, but I've been an OCW fan for a very very long time. I've got Just F*cking Cool T-shirts at home, along with some Greek Gods, and Silver Cyanide merchandise. I am El Linchador's biggest fan.

~Fans cheer at the mention of El Linchador.~

D-Rock: My name is D-Rock. And I've been brought here by President Dean to help run and maintain the beloved OCW. I've sat through the harsh times of OCW and celebrated its many successes, and I am looking forward to being a part of its biggest success yet.

~Fans cheer again and D-Rock strokes his goatee.~

D-Rock: As you all know, when OCW's return Massacre kicked off a few weeks ago, it was kicked off by a special guest, a former World Champion, a Hall of Famer, none other than Silver Cyanide.

~The fans cheer some more and D-Rock fixes his tie.~

D-Rock: Silver Cyanide said he wasn't an active member of the roster and that upset some people because we all want nothing more than to see another legend lace up the boots again. Well, Silver Cyanide has been hanging out backstage lately, helping Dean, the crew, and I get everything running smoothly, just not in front of the camera. He has been doing it as a courtesy, with no pay, because just like me, Cyanide wants to see OCW return to its former glory.

~Fans start a CY-A-NIDE chant that echos through the arena.~

D-Rock: But you know what I say? I say if Cyanide REALLY wants to see OCW return to its former glory, he'll come out here and have a discussion with the new Commish, right?

~The fans cheer even louder and continue to chant and chant and chant...but there's no sign of Cyanide. D-Rock watches from the ring, stroking his goatee, waiting expectantly.~

Crowd: CY-A-NIDE! CY-A-NIDE! CY-A-NIDE! CY-A-NIDE! CY-A-NIDE! CY-A-NIDE! CY-A--

BEEP.

~The crowd erupts as the red "POISON" sign appears on the OCWTron.~

Voice: If you begin to feel overload, you might begin to feel what we are saying...

~"Ultrasonic Sound" by Hive continues to play and Silver Cyanide himself steps out from behind the curtain, wearing an old Boston Bruins t-shirt and a pair of bluejeans that have seen better days, holding a half-eaten Big Mac in one hand and wiping his mouth with a napkin in the other. He walks down to the ring, looking as if he had been caught off-guard by the sudden summoning by D-Rock. He climbs up into the ring and waves his Big Mac in salute to the fans before ducking to the side as somebody hands him a microphone.~

Cyanide: D-Rock, what's the deal? I was sitting in back eating my dinner and listening to my Britney Spe...uhh...my Tupac CD when a crew guy runs up and tells me you're calling me down here and people are chanting for me. I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion, you know?

~D-Rock pats Cyanide on the shoulder in a friendly manner.~

D-Rock: Sorry to surprise you like this, but I thought we needed to have a little heart-to-heart.

Cyanide: Ok shoot.

D-Rock: We all want OCW to succeed right, and I've got one hell of an idea as how we can pull that off.

Cyanide: Fire Tommy Flamer?

D-Rock: Well that would be a start. But I've got an even better idea. What would it take to get you to return to the ring here in OCW?

~Fans start to chant CY-A-NIDE again.~

Cyanide: Well-

D-Rock: You want a title shot at the World title next month and you've got it. You want 10 gorgeous women to escort you to the ring and wait on you hand and foot; you can have that too.

Cyanide: Well-

D-Rock: If you want-

Cyanide: Will you listen already!?

D-Rock: Oh yeah sorry.

Cyanide: I would return to the ring right here tonight if you would grant me a shot at the Light Heavyweight Championship.

D-Rock: Well that can be done... and it will be. June 26th at Sinfull Nature IV you Silver Cyanide will be competing for the Leight Heavyweight Championship against an opponent to be named later.

~The crowd goes wild at the announcement. ""Ultrasonic Sound" by Hive starts and Cyanide shakes hands with D-Rock, being careful not to drop his Big Mac. They then make their way to the back while Cyanide eats his burger~

Smith: Oh My Gosh!!! Silver Cyanide is back?! He’s going to be competing at Sinful Nature IV?! INCREDIBLE!!

Hood: Another good guy?! Damnit, just when you thought the roster was in perfect shape…

Jones: Silver Cyanide!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!

Hood: Calm down, Joines, I don’t think you could afford another pair of pants as nice as those

Jones: It’s JONES, idiot! Besides, Cyanide is back, I’m not going to let you ruin this for me!

Hood: In that case, Smith, let’s switch seats!

Smith: No! However, I will do this, I’m going to send it backstage to Dean as we find out if Macsta is eliminated and if Pete Parker is advancing…

~For the third time this evening, we find ourselves backstage in Dean’s office. This time, it’s Macsta and Pete Parker who stand in front of the OCW President. D-Rock has made it back to Dean’s office, in record timing, and is observing everything~

Dean: Alright, guys, let’s make this short and sweet. Your match was an elimination match. Parker, you join Alvarez and Eliminator in the Elite Eight, Macsta, you’ve been eliminated.

~Macsta nods and exits Dean’s office. Parker flashes an arrogant smile as Dean just sort of stares back at him. Parker then exits Dean’s office~

Dean: That damn Pornstar, eye balling me like that

D-Rock: Want me to go take him out, Deano?

Dean: No, D-Rock, that won’t be necessary…Parker will get his eventually.

D-Rock: Yea, too bad Macsta didn’t beat him tonight

Dean: Kid showed guts, he’s going to be fine as long as he continues to improve. But, like Mary, it just wasn’t his time, not yet. Anyways, I won’t let it ruin the mood I’m in, first PIC and now Silver Cyanide…a banner night for OCW, just like last week and the week before.

D-Rock: I told you I could get Silver Cyanide to come back

Dean: You were right, sucka! Good work!

~D-Rock nods as we cut back to ringside~

Smith: Wow! Three matches, three eliminations and three of the eight spots filled!! What a night!

Hood: It sure has been a night of intense matches, unpredictable brawls, zaniness…wow, really has been a great night.

Jones: Best night so far!

Smith: And it can only get better as it’s main event time

Jones: Time to get FREEEAAAAKYYYY!!!

Hood: Give this guy a valium or something

Smith: Down to ringside for the Monday Night Massacre Main Event!!!

Dilon Draven (1-0) vs. Silverfreak (1-0)

~ “Walk” by Pantera comes over the PA system as Draven is comes from behind the curtain greeted by a chorus of boos. He walks down the ramp and walks up the stairs and slowly makes his way into the ring. He challenges the crowd to make them boo even louder~

Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a “Sweet Sixteen” match up and it is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio, standing 6’5” and weighing in at 258 lbs….Dilon Draven!!!!!

~The camera fades back to the ring as "Big Balls" by Muscadine begins to play. Out comes Silverfreak and Mini Freak. Silverfreak is dressed in his wrestling tights and boots while Mini Freak is wearing his traditional OCW t-shirt and jeans. Over silverfreak's back, he is carrying a brown potato sack. As he slides into the ring, he asks Warrick for the mic. He moves towards the center of the ring, drops the potato sack to the floor and begins to speak.~

Silverfreak: I can't belive three weeks have gone by and I haven't been out there to talk to yall one on one! Don't let anybody tell you any diffrent, you guys are the ones who make or break those guys in the locker room. You are the heart and soul behind the OCW. Now lets hear you make a little noise!

~The fans start chanting, "FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!" as he smiles and looks around at the epic crowd inside the arena tonight.~

Silverfreak: Now there are a lot of guys in this Sweet Sixteen tournament. Some have come and gone and others will be on the way out tonight. Ever since I came back, people have been asking me, "Why do you want the OCW World title back?". It is no secret that I have just about held every title there is to hold inside the OCW, including the OCW World title. The reason I want to be back on top of the mountain though is simple. I want to prove it to Deano and Biff that I still have what it takes to lead this federation into a new generation of havoc, mayhem and plain ol' freaky fun. I want to prove it to the fans that even though some of my toughest battles are behind me, I still have a few more matches to go before I hang up the tights for good. Lastly I want to prove it to every Scott Syren, every Pete the Pornstar, every Triple P that I still have what it takes to beat them black and blue, from piller to post inside this very ring.

~The fans continue to cheer Silverfreak's name. As time goes by the chants seem to be getting louder and louder.~

Silverfreak: I have another reason to be out here tonight though. Mini Freak, I have something to give to you. You have stuck with me through thick and thin so far with my trials and tribulations inside the OCW. Even though you are half my sized, you still are my very best friend around here.

~Silverfreak reaches down for the potato sack and sticks his whole arm down into it.~

Silverfreak: That is why I want to award you with the unofficial OCW Midget Heavyweight Championship! Unlike the Sweet Sixteen tournament, there are no other midgets around that I know of so by default, you are the new world champ! Congrats!

~Silverfreak pulls out a foam and plastic replica of the OCW World Heavyweight Championship. The kind that is usually sold to kids in the lobby area of the arena. Silverfreak then gets down on his knees and places the belt around Mini Freak's waist. Silverfreak and Mini Freak hug as the crowd begins to chant again.~

OCW Fans: Mini Freak! Mini Freak! Mini Freak! Mini Freak!

Smith: That Silverfreak is one heck of a guy!

Hood: He's diffrent, I'll say that much about him.

Flamer: Damn fagot, that should be my belt stupid silver freaky silver guy.

~Mini Freak exits the ring and Freak appears ready for his match as Warrick regains the mic~

Warrick: And his opponent, from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, standing 6’0” tall and weighing in at 234 lbs….Silverfreak!!!!!

~Silverfreak is in the ring and the bell is about to sound when Draven quickly snares the microphone away from Warrick. Draven then clears his throat and speaks~

Dilon Draven: Hold on a second there, Freak. Since you proclaim to be this almighty Hardcore legend…you and your epic battles with Homeboy…give me a fucking break, well, since you’re so “Hardcore”, I figured we might as well make this an OCW Hardcore match…how does that sound, are you man enough for the task?

~Draven tosses Freak the mic for his response as the crowd starts to chant “Freak! Freak! Freak!” Silverfreak stands back, thinking it over…he places his thumb and index finger on his chin as if he is in deep thought. Draven places his hands on his hips, waiting for a response, finally, Freak answers Draven as he drills Draven in the head with the microphone!!! Draven falls down to the mat as the bell rings and the match is underway~

Smith: Silverfreak has answered Draven’s challenge emphatically!

Hood: What a cheap shot!!

Jones: Alright Silverfreak, finally, we get to see an OCW Hardcore rules match…how do they go again, Smith?

Smith: Well, all of OCW’s Hardcore rules matches are your typical street fight…so pinfalls count anywhere, any weapon can be used, etc…it’s the epitome of anything goes

Hood: Hot damn!!

Smith: Popping open a Fresca?

Hood: Fuck no, I just snatched this douche bag’s Budweiser Select!

Jones: A great beer for what should be a great match!

~Freak starts stomping on Draven as he is on the mat, holding his head in pain. Freak then pulls Draven to his feet and nails him with some stiff punches into the abdomen! Draven bends over in pain as Freak shoves him against the ropes. Draven is now leaning back as Freak begins to smack some chops across Draven’s chest. Draven grimaces in pain from the stinging caused by the chops. Freak then whips Draven off the ropes and across the ring. Draven bounces off the opposite set of ropes and Freak leaps up and nails Draven with a dropkick!!! Draven drops to the mat, hard and quickly rolls out of the ring~

Smith: Silverfreak is on fire!!

Hood: Yup, however, Dilon Draven will come back, after all, he beat Del Norte last week

Jones: The big thing about this match, guys, is that whoever wins could be guaranteed a final eight spot, whereas, the loser may have their World Title hopes dashed…

Hood: Shut the fuck up, Smith wannabe…

Smith: Yea, Joines! Quit doing my job

Jones: Sorry…just a thought, and stop calling me JOINES!

~Draven is staggering around outside the ring, trying to recuperate. Meanwhile, Freak has positioned himself near the ropes and is staring down at Draven. He then grabs the top rope and propels himself over the top rope and lands on top of Draven with a plancha!!! Both men spill down onto the floor, Freak on top of Draven, Freak then goes off on Draven, pummeling him with stiff lefts and rights as Draven tries to cover up~

Smith: Silverfreak is in total control at this point and time, it could be over, fast

Hood: Nah, as good as Silverfreak is, Dilon Draven is going to take him to the limits and, possibly, beat him and knock him out of the “Sweet Sixteen”

Jones: Don’t think so, my misguided friend, Draven’s number is up, gone, caput!

Hood: Caput? Shut the hell up, Joines!

Jones: Ahhh!!

~Freak finishes his onslaught on Draven and gets to his feet, he yanks Draven to his feet and whips him into the guardrail!! Draven hits hard! Freak then stomps away at Draven’s midsection. Freak then pulls Draven back to standing up straight and whips him towards the ring post, Draven, though, falls to his knees and reverses!! Freak then smacks his head and shoulder into the ring post!!! Freak falls to the ground, rolling around in pain~

Smith: Whoa!! Nice reversal by Dilon Draven, he’s back in this one!

Hood: I told you morons…*sip* damn, this is some good beer!!

Jones: Uh oh, Hood’s going to get drunk

Hood: Unlike you, Joines, I don’t get drunk off of one beer

Smith: Yea, Jones, everyone knows it takes a six-pack

Hood: Shut up, Smith, when we talk about drinking, heavily, you just need to sit there and be quiet

Smith: Okay…

~Draven pulls Freak right back to his feet and unloads on him with lefts and rights as Freak staggers back alongside the outside of the ring. Draven then grabs Freak and is about to whip him to the guardrail, however, just drills him to the mat with a stiff short arm clothesline!! Freak suffers some serious whiplash as he clutches the back of his head in pain. Draven then walks towards the ring steps as the crowd is booing~

Smith: Does Silverfreak even know where he’s at right now?

Hood: Do you really think an OCW Hall of Famer, former World Champion and midget lover would actually forget he’s in a wrestling match?

Jones: You tell him, Hood

Hood: Shut up, Joines

Smith: I was just saying…his head hit pretty hard

Hood: Silverfreak has been through ladder matches, Psychopathic Hell in a Cell matches…I’m sure one short arm clothesline isn’t going to damage his brain.

Smith: You have a point

~Draven lifts up the top half of the steps and carries it, over his head, towards Freak. Freak is on all fours, shaking his head, trying to regain his wits. Draven then smashes the ring steps into Freak’s back!!! Freak arches his back in pain and rolls around. Draven sets the steps down and kicks Freak in the head a few times. Freak has stopped rolling around and Draven pulls him to his feet. Draven kicks Freak in the gut, Freak doubles over, Draven then hooks Freak for a powerbomb as the ring steps are right in front of him~

Smith: Is he going to deliver the Draven Bomb to Silverfreak on those steel steps?!

Hood: Awesome!!

Jones: No!! He can’t do this, Silverfreak is a Hall of Famer, Dilon Draven is, uhm, Dilon Draven!

Hood: Geez, Joines, how did you get this job anyways? I can understand Flamer, but I never understood why they hired your gay ass

Jones: It’s because I have Talent!

~Draven lifts Freak up and goes to deliver his devastating Draven Bomb, however, Freak nails Draven in the head a few times and grabs his head and drills Draven’s head into the steel ring steps with a Tornado DDT!!! Draven grabs his head in pain as Freak’s body catches a bit of the steps as well, as evidenced by Freak clutching his hip from the impact. The fans cheer as Silverfreak has regained the momentum~

Smith: Silverfreak at his best, that’s what makes him so good

Hood: Yup, gotta give it to him, he’s a smart, tough son of a bitch

Jones: Damn straight, Silverfreak for president!

Hood: I wouldn’t go that far

Jones: I’m going to order the yard signs right now!

Hood: I hate fuckin yard signs

~Freak gets to his feet and pulls Draven to his, we see Draven has been busted open as his forehead is covered in blood. Freak notices this and starts to jam his knuckles with punches into the gash! Draven starts to squirm as more blood begins to flow out, Draven then kicks Freak right in the crotch with a low blow as Freak lets go of Draven’s head. Draven then staggers back against the guard rail and leans back on it for support as blood is flowing over his face~

Smith: And we have our first blood sighting for 2005!

Hood: Sweetness, you’ve got to love Silverfreak

Jones: Who are you pulling for? Silverfreak or Draven?

Hood: Whoever I damn well chose

Jones: Well, that means whoever ends up winning, you band Waggoner.

Hood: Frick you right in the mouth, Joines

Smith: Guys, stop it!

~Freak slowly recovers as Draven has moved away from the guardrail and is now lifting up the ring apron, looking underneath. Freak stands up and takes in a deep breath, meanwhile, we see Draven pull out a couple of tables, a fire extinguisher and a steel chair. He sets them aside, holding the chair in his hand. He then walks over towards Freak with the chair and reaches back with it, going for a shot to the head, Freak, though, kicks Draven in the gut and rips the chair out of his hands. Freak then rams the chair right into Draven’s crotch!!! Draven doubles over in pain and Freak cracks the chair across Draven’s back as he falls face first to the ground, the crowd goes crazy~

Smith: Owwww!!!

Hood: Well, one good crotch shot deserves another

Jones: Ouch, even I’m hurt from watching that!

Hood: Why? They weren’t pounding vaginas, you damn meat holster

Smith: Hood! The language, please!

Hood: Go fuck yourself, Smith

~Freak tosses the chair aside and pulls Draven to his feet, he drags Draven near the two tables, which aren’t set up. He then lifts Draven up and body slams him onto the folded table!! Draven’s back slams hard against the steel legs and he arches it in pain. Freak then reaches down and grabs the fire extinguisher and pulls out the hose, he then points at Draven as the crowd cheers with delight. Freak then goes to spray Draven with the extinguisher, however, Draven kicks the extinguisher out of Freak’s hands!! The extinguisher falls to the ground as Draven grabs both of Freak’s legs and pulls them out form under him. Freak lands on his back as Draven gets to his feet, he still has Freak’s legs hooked and falls backwards as he slingshots Freak a few feet down the aisle way! Freak lands hard and grabs his knee in pain~

Smith: And now Draven has turned the table on Silverfreak…what a match so far!

Hood: Sure is, Draven and Caine are really making quite the impression…first Caine takes out Syren and, now, Draven has a chance to take Silverfreak down.

Jones: NOT going to happen

Hood: Oh, thanks for enlightening us, Mr. Expert

Smith: I’m the expert here, you all know that, I was hired for me vast knowledge and…

Hood: Smith, calm down, I was being sarcastic

Smith: Oh…sarcasm, haha, that’s funny

Hood: And this piece of commentary made absolutely no sense

Smith: Indeed!

~Draven is back to his feet as he grabs the fire extinguisher, meanwhile, Silverfreak is slowly getting back to his feet. He makes it to his feet and is quickly run over as Draven drills him in the head with the fire extinguisher!!! Freak falls down and appears to be out of it as Draven goes for the pin~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Kick out by Silverfreak!

Hood: Wow, Draven almost had a monumental win for his OCW career

Jones: Too close for comfort, that damn fire extinguisher

Hood: Quit your bitching, boy

~Draven gets to his feet, his face still covered in blood, and pulls Freak to his. He nails Freak with some forearm uppercuts as Freak staggers back. Draven then drills him with a superkick to the chest area which sends Silverfreak down to the ground. Draven then walks towards the tables and quickly sets both tables up. He then grabs the chair and carries it towards Freak. Freak is on both knees, gasping for air. By the time Draven reaches Freak, Freak is at his feet, Draven goes for a chair shot, but Freak ducks!! Draven quickly comes back with another attempt, only this time Freak drills the chair into Draven’s face with a spinning heel kick!!! Draven falls to the ground as more blood gushes out of his head~

Smith: What a thunderous smack!

Hood: Nice move by the Hall of Famer, Draven didn’t see it coming

Jones: Nope, Silverfreak is way too slick and sly

Hood: I could go for some sly…there’s always room for Stallone

Smith: Agreed!

~Freak is at his feet as he grabs the chair and begins to repeatedly slam it into Draven’s body!! Draven stops moving as it appears he is out, the crowd is cheering loudly for Freak, when, suddenly, they all turn towards the entrance ramp. Suddenly, Freak is nailed in the back of the head with something; he quickly turns around and sees Scoot Time on top of the ramp holding a hand full of pennies. Freak realizes that Scoot nailed him with a penny and immediately goes after him. Scoot freaks out, drops his pennies and runs towards the curtain with Freak in hot pursuit~

Smith: Uh oh, Scoot had better scoot!

Hood: Lamest…Pun…EVAR

Jones: Yea, that was pretty lame

Hood: Shut up, Joines!

Jones: Why can’t I say anything??

Hood: SHUT UP

~Scoot runs behind the curtain as Freak goes to do the same, however, when he reaches the curtain a chair comes swinging from behind it, nailing Freak in the head!!! Freak falls backwards as we see Logan Caine emerge!! He walks over to Freak and begins to repeatedly beat him with the steel chair. Caine then yells for Scoot to pull Freak up…Scoot attempts to, but doesn’t have the strength to life more than one of Freak’s arms. Caine grows angry and shoves Scoot out of the way. He then helps Freak to his feet, takes a few steps back and cracks the chair over Freak’s head again!! Freak falls down on the stage and is busted open~

Smith: Logan Caine is beating the hell out of Silverfreak with that chair!

Hood: Scoot Time is awesome…sorry, just had to admire Scoot and his awesomeness

Jones: This is a travesty!!

Hood: How bout you cry me a river, Joines

Jones: Uggghhhh!!!

~Caine drags Freak towards the tables that were set up earlier, lifts him up and drills him through one of the tables with a regular powerbomb!!! Freak is now bloody and lying amongst a pile of broken wood. Draven then slowly crawls on top of Freak for the pin as the ref makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!!

Smith: Silverfreak kicked out!! But, how long can he hold off both Logan Caine and Dilon Draven

Hood: Don’t forget Scoot!

Smith: I think Scoot counts like a negative person

Hood: How dare you talk about an OCW legend in that fashion

Smith: Legend? Just like Flamer is a legend?

Hood: Now you’ve gone too far you son of a bitch!

~Caine helps Draven to his feet and turns around to get Scoot. As he does, the crowd erupts when they see Mini Freak rushing towards Scoot!! Mini Freak leaps up, sporting his respectable ten inch vertical and drop kicks Scoot!! Scoot falls into the guard rail and is knocked out! Mini Freak then runs at Caine, Caine sees this and bitch slaps Mini Freak! Mini Freak falls to the ground and isn’t moving, the crowd boos loudly~

Smith: That’s a defenseless midget!!! Logan Caine is a bastard!

Hood: Defenseless? He just beat the crap out of Scoot Time

Jones: Yea, but…

Hood: I know, I know IT’S SCOOOOOOOOOOT TIME!

Smith: Right on!

~Caine pulls Freak to his feet and quickly lifts him up for, what appears to be a flap jack, Draven then positions himself to drill Freak through the second table with their tag finisher, Prodigy(Dudley Death Drop). However, Mini Freak gets back to his feet and runs at Caine’s leg, he then bites right into Caine’s leg as Caine lets Freak go! Freak lands on his feet and kicks a surprised Draven in the gut. Draven bends over as Freak hooks him and drops him with a piledriver to the ground. Meanwhile, Caine is kicking his leg like crazy trying to get Mini Freak off of him~

Smith: This is getting weird

Hood: GETTING weird? When you have two guys squaring off who’s managers are Mini Freak and Scoot Time, you’re not GETTING weird, you’re already there

Jones: Mini Freak is awesome, didn’t he die before?

Hood: Shhhhh

Jones: He resurrected? Wow!!

Hood: Joines, shut your damn mouth, you know we’re not supposed to talk about OCW’s unsolved murder mysteries.

Smith: That reminds me, OCW’s brand new cadaver cleanser, called Oratonic, will hit store shelves at all Wal Mart outlets this week!

~Caine has managed to pry Mini Freak off his leg and is about to throw him into the ground, however, Freak runs up behind Caine and nails him with an elbow to the back of the head!! Caine staggers up the ramp and back onto the entrance stage. Mini Freak escapes his grip and runs off. Freak then picks up the chair Caine had used on him earlier and stalks Caine with it. Caine backs up, near the edge of the stage. He holds his hands up, trying to keep Freak back, Freak, however, lunges with a chair shot and nails Caine right in the head!!! Caine’s body goes flying off the stage and smashes down onto some speakers and boxes!! The crowd goes crazy as Freak has laid Logan Caine out~

Smith: Oh My Goodness!!! Logan Caine’s body has been destroyed!!

Hood: A flare for the dramatics, Smith?

Jones: Silverfreak has evened up his odds, woohoo!

Hood: Calm down, Joines, quit acting like a girl at her sweet sixteen birthday party who just lost her virginity to some badass football player.

Jones: What?!

Hood: In other woods, quit being a faggot!

~Freak heads back to ringside as we see Mini Freak standing over Caine’s body, nailing him, repeatedly with his Midget World Title. Draven is back to his feet as Freak rushes at him and goes for a clothesline, however, Draven ducks and uses Freaks momentum to slam him, shoulder first, into the side of the ring! Freak lands hard with half his body hidden under the ring, the other half hanging out. Draven then grabs the table and sets it up right next to the ring apron as the crowd grows with anticipation~

Smith: I wonder what sick, perverse ideas Draven has with that table in mind

Hood: Something cool

Jones: Get up, Freak!! Get up!

Smith: Silverfreak has shown tremendous courage, fighting off one and a half men during this awesome encounter.

Hood: One and a half?

Smith: Yea, remember, Scoot is a negative one half a person

Hood: Damnit, that’s right

~Draven goes to grab Silverfreak, but, as he does, we see Freak pull a broom out from under the ring. He takes a swing, but Draven ducks and kicks Freak in the head! Some more blood oozes out of Freak’s cut as he is subdued for the time being. Draven then yanks Freak to his feet and places him on the ring apron. Draven climbs up there with Freak and looks down at the table. He then pulls Freak to his feet, as he does, though, Freak jams a thumb into Draven’s eye!! Freak then turns Draven around, hooks him, and leaps off the ring apron drilling Draven through the table with a neckbreaker!!! The table is shattered as the crowd goes wild~

Hood: OH SHIT!

Smith: SLAM!

Hood: OWNED!

Jones: FACE!

Smith & Hood: Face?!

Jones: Yea, like IN YOUR FACE, BIATCH!

Hood: Riiiight

~Freak is obviously in pain as Draven is not moving…Freak slowly tosses his arm over Draven’s chest, obviously exhausted. The ref then, surrounded by broken pieces of wood, makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings as the crowd goes wild and Silverfreak’s hand is raised~

Warrick: Here is your winner….SILVERFREAK!!!!!

Smith: Silverfreak did it!! It took a Sideshow Strangala off the ring apron through a table to keep Draven down, but he did it!

Hood: He’s still got it, I have to admit. However, let’s not overlook Dilon Draven, he put up a hell of a fight.

Jones: Yea, thanks to Logan Caine

Hood: Please, Draven was toe to toe with Freak even before Caine came out here, that was merely an insurance policy.

Jones: Yea, and that policy worked real well, didn’t it?

Hood:

Jones: FACE!

Hood: *SMACK*

Jones: OWWW!!

Smith: Enough!! Hood, for once, is right…Dilon Draven is a serious contender here in OCW…he showed signs of it last week and proved it this week against, arguably, the greatest wrestler in OCW’s storied history.

Hood: I just hope he hasn’t been eliminated…

~Freak has made it to his feet and is exhausted. Draven is being helped to his feet by the ref when, suddenly, “Vodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix begins to play as OCW President Dean makes his appearance on the entrance ramp with a mic in hand. Silverfreak, gasping for air, stares at Dean as Draven manages to wipe some blood out of his eyes to see Dean as well. Dean begins clapping for both stars as the crowd is cheering their match, Dean then speaks~

Dean: First off, hell of a match you guys put on, definitely worthy of being the Massacre Main Event, major props, suckas. Now, down to business, Silverfreak, Dilon Draven I’m out here to inform the both of you that your match was NOT an elimination match!

~The crowd reacts shocked as Freak has a puzzled look on his face. Draven, meanwhile, throws his tired arms in the air, realizing he has a second chance in the Sweet Sixteen~

Dean: What that means is, Silverfreak, you do not advance to the Elite Eight and, Draven, you are still in the field of Sixteen, you have another chance. Now, Can You Dig That, Suckas!

~Silverfreak holds his arms out, confused and a little upset at Dean’s decision. Draven couldn’t be happier as his blood stained face smiles. Freak shakes his head as he starts to walk back up the ramp, leaving ringside. Draven, though, pushes Freak in the back as Freak stumbles forward. Freak then turns around as Draven begins talking shit to Freak~

Smith: What is Dilon Draven doing?! He should take his second chance and be happy with it, not start more trouble!

Hood: I don’t think Draven is content with losing, Smith

Jones: Apparently not…

~Freak is facing Draven and walking towards him, talking shit right back in Draven’s face as Draven smiles. We then see, behind Freak that Logan Caine is back to his feet, staggering around. Mini Freak is lying behind him, evidentally knocked out at the hands of Caine. Caine then taps Freak on the shoulder, Freak turns around and Caine lifts him up, Draven then gets in position and they drop Freak to the ground with Prodigy(Dudley Death Drop)!!! Freak is laid out as Caine helps the bloody Draven back to his feet. The crowd boos loudly~

Smith: Hey!! That’s no fair, they’re double teaming Silverfreak after he won this match fair and square!

Hood: Nice, I like these guys, they don’t take any shit off of anybody

Jones: Boo, bad sportsmanship, BOOO!!

Hood: Yay, carnage and ass kickings, YAY!

~Draven and Caine help Scoot Time to his feet and the three men exit the ring area as we see Mini Freak crawling towards Silverfreak and attempting to revive him. Caine, Draven and Scoot all exit our scene as we get one last shot of Silverfreak laid out with Mini Freak sitting next to him. The screen flashes to the back where Bifford is sitting in his office. It’s not nearly as fancy and plush as Dean’s office and contains some odd items. Bifford is sitting in a reclining chair in the middle of it, and Earl the Popcorn Salesman is sitting on a steel chair near him. They appear to be just chatting and watching the show when there is a knock at the door.~

Bifford: Yeah, who is it!?

~The door opens and in walks an OCW employee. The employee seems to be keeping his face down, so as to not be seen by the camera~

Employee: Hey Biff.. Can I get you to sign these?

Bifford: First of all, it’s Mr. Bifford to you, and second of all, yes.

~The employee hands Bifford the clipboard and then turns away. Bifford looks suspicious.~

Hood: Why does that employee not want his face to be seen?

~Bifford signs the contract and hands it back to him.~

Bifford: So why don’t you want anyone seeing your face? Is it because YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!?

~The employee sighs and lifts his head. It’s Kenny, Biff’s former lacky who was a high school intern with the old Team Bifford.~

Bifford: Last year I call your home to try and get you to come and be a high school intern at my house and cut my lawn and what do I hear? Kenny’s dead. They killed Kenny. Kenny is gone. Stop calling. So I did. I wept for you, Kenny. I wept for your death. Now you’re back?

Kenny: Listen, Bifford.. I’m in college now, so I’m not going to come over and cut your lawn.

Bifford: Yes, you will.

Kenny: No I won’t. I’m a college intern here at OCW. Dean at least treats me with a bit of respect. You used to make me do the most degrading and unimaginable things. I’m so happy that you’re JUST the Vice President now.

Bifford: Listen.. I’ll make you a deal. You don’t have to cut my grass, okay?

Kenny: ..okay.

Bifford: But I did think you were dead. So it’s only fair that I get to kill. Right here. Right now. Live on television.

~Bifford unreclines his chair and gets up~

Smith: WHAT THE HELL?!

Bifford: Earl, where’s my axe?

Kenny: BIFFORD! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU CAN’T KILL ME!

Bifford: The hell I can’t. Earl, the axe?

Earl: Mano, it’s down the hall in the closet.

Bifford: Good, you hold him and bring him with us.

~Earl grabs Kenny the College Intern by the arm and drags him out into the hallway behind Bifford. Bifford walks down the hallway and opens the closet door. He looks inside then takes a step back.~

Bifford: Let go of him Earl.

~Bifford looks distraught.~

Earl: What’s wrong mano?

Bifford: Kenny.. Earl.. Two wrestlers were murdered here tonight. Killing is no game. I was just playing with you Kenny to freak you out, but murder is no joke. I’m sorry about that.

Kenny: What’re you talking about Bifford?

~Kenny looks inside the closet and then moves away in horror.~

Hood: What the hell is going on? Who’s dead?

~Bifford looks into the camera~

Bifford: Ladies and gentlemen, if we could get a moment of silence. Two of our young wrestlers, Spectre and Twiztid Z were killed here tonight. Please bear with us as we figure out what is going on.

Smith: Oh my God.. This is no joking matter, ladies and gentlemen. This is not part of any script. This is for real. Two men’s lives have ended here tonight.

Hood: May they rest in peace with Oratonic, Slim Shady and the rest..

~Bifford silently closes the closet door and observes a moment of silence.~

Bifford: Kenny, do you remember that investigator from The Celtic War? He investigated Oratonic’s death.

Kenny: Um.. Do you mean Cocco Ricci? The corrupt investigator who sent A PRIEST, Scott Masters, to PRISON for a crime he DIDN’T COMMIT!?

Bifford: Yeah, he had some real charisma.. Let’s book him for next week. NEXT WEEK: A look into the deaths of Spectre and Twiztid Z by Cocco Ricci!

Kenny: Bifford, I’d seriously suggest against that. Last time, Ricci just said Scott Masters had killed Oratonic so that he could go get beer. I don’t think this is really who you want solving murders. Why don’t we just call the police?

Bifford: Police? Bah. They use fancy machines to solve murders. Cocco Ricci uses his mind. He’s a sleuth and he’ll find the right man. Contact him or I’m calling your college.

Kenny: Yes sir.

Earl: How did they die, Mano?

Bifford: The most horrible way possible.. It appears that one was strangled with a rope while the other was hit with some sort of sharp object.. Perhaps my axe which was stored in that closet. But enough about these murders, back to you Hood!

Hood: Thanks Bifford.

Smith: That was one of the most awkward endings to a segment ever. Enough about these murders, back to you Hood? What the fuck is that? And why the hell is Bifford bringing back THE MOST CORRUPT PERSON TO EVER SET FOOT ON AN OCW STAGE? Cocco Ricci is an idiot and Scott Masters is STILL IN PRISON because Cocco Ricci said HE KILLED SOMONE! Oratonic’s murder is still unsolved and Spectre and Twiztid Z’s murders will go unsolved as well.

Hood: This is insane!!

Jones: Wait a minute, did Mikael murder Twiztid Z and the team of Paras and Parker kill Spectre?

Smith: Could it be, or were they murdered after those brawls?

Hood: I don’t know!

Smith: And I guess we won’t find out, not until next week…we’re out of time, folks!

Hood: This BLOWS!

~With that, the show ends and the screen fades to black~







OOC: Thanks to Commish D-Rock for Jaymes/Jackson/Ruler and VP Biff for Alvarez/SED-N and Spectre/Lange/Mikael...and, as always, leave your thoughts on the OOC Board.
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