~The screen turns black and then we suddenly hear the OCW theme begin playing as the words “No Limits 2” flashes onto the screen. We then see highlights of the show as Kannon defeats Homeboy to start things off in a very intense match up. We then see the first ever Bull rope match as Mark Kelley successfully defends his TV Title against Joey Corona. Next we see Wayne West defeating Curt Canon in a good LW contenders match. And we see clips of two great matches as Sex and Violence become the Tag Champs and Silver Cyanide holds off RNO winner, Andy Murray in one of the greatest matches in OCW History. We see Fenix defend his IC Title in a 3 way street fight, we see Scott Syren in his “impromptu” match with Scoot Time. We see Pete Parker’s special X-rated video for the Pay Per View. We see Silverfreak becoming the OCW Hardcore champ for the third time. We see Triple M defeat Triple P to become the number one contender for Last Man Standing. And finally, we see The Great One hold off Josh Allen in one of the greatest Main Events in OCW History. The letters “LMS” then pop onto the screen and we see a set of empty brackets. And with that, we fade into a jam packed arena, filled with screaming OCW fans. The camera pans the crowd for a moment, but then rests on the announce table where Smith and Hood sit, Smith speaks~
Smith: Hello everyone and welcome to the post No Limits Monday Night Massacre!!! And what a Pay Per View we witnessed last night Hood!
Hood: Yup, I can’t believe my eyes man, incredible!
Smith: Me neither. Everyone man involved last night put their bodies, careers, everything on the line, it was incredible!
Hood: My personal favorite had to be The Great One beating Josh Allen, what a match up!
Smith: Yea, it was great as was all the matches last night!
~The cameras cut away from the arena and go to a dimly lit room. Something in front of the camera shifts and moves upward. A single eye pops open right in front of the camera, dead black... a fire in it. Something is burning deep within this man, raging to get out. The camera zooms out and we see the grinning face of Dark Hawk, the same man who attacked Triple P at No Limits II. We see Triple M hanging out in the background silent. Hawk speaks in a slight whisper if not anything more. The sound cuts through the cool, crisp air like a knife.~
Dark Hawk: So the saga begins. Ya know Paul, I find that you have been a little rusty on your history lately so let me give you a little history lesson in story form. Its a little story about me and Mario and you and three big steel cages. No Limits 2 was a long time in the making for me. I had been waiting a long time for that moment you know. Waiting for the right moment to strike. I watched OCW television for weeks waiting till the day when you would find an opponent who would take you to your limits and back. Imagine my surprise when I found out that you were fighting my good friend here. And so I took it upon myself to make my presence known to Triple M and I suggested something to him. Why not have a match that made history in the EWA. Why not walk down a road you've been on before. Why not have this epic battle inside the confines of the Ultimate Iron. And so it came to pass that you got your ass marvelously handed to you inside three cages and after that you got what was left handed to you as well. Nice story eh Paul? It was all a setup. And tonight I'm sure you're gonna want to find me and Triple M and try to get a little revenge. But Paul, it seems to me that you're outnumbered. So if you want some we'll be around. Feel free to come get a repeat of Sunday night.
~The cameras cut to static and then back to the announce table.~
Smith: Hmm, this Dark Hawk guy seems to hate Triple P!
Hood: Yea, well I would like to see him fight Paras man to man!
Smith: Well, it may just happen….
~Suddenly, all OCW cameras turn to outside a huge, white building. Judging by the black & white sign hanging from above the doors, and by the amount of paramedics & ambulances passing by, we are outside a hospital known as "St. Georges". The camera starts zooming in on the main doors of the hospital, which is buzzing with life. Suddenly, the cameras cut to one of the higher class private patient rooms. The room is pretty big, well lit and is painted a very pale blue colour. There is a pretty large hospital bed in one of the room's corners, runnning alongside one of the large windows. In that bed, sits a battered and bruised Andy Murray up against the raised bed end. Murray has his neck in a brace thanks to Silver Cyanides Sliver Lining from the top of the ladder, and has his forehead and left cheek plastered up. Murray also has a rather large, red scrape across his right cheek. A short, black haired nurse walks over to Murray's bedside carrying a white plaster in her hand, and trys to place it on his wounded right cheek. Murray thrusts his right arm out to the side~
Andy Murray: "I don't want no plasters!"
Nurse: "Alright, I'll come back when you're feeling a little better ok?"
Andy Murray: "I just told you, I don't want no freakin' plasters!"
~The nurse turns her back and walks out of the cameras view, leaving Murray alone in the room. The camera slowly begins zooming in on Andy, before stopping about 1 meter away from his bedside~
Andy Murray: "You know I'm not used to being stuck here, confined within hospital walls. It's usually Andy Murray, The Reaper Man, sending victim after victim after damn victim to wrive in pain, while nurses and doctors attend to their devastating wounds. But this time, it's the other way around"
~Murray pauses for a second to cough, then continues~
Andy Murray: "You know something Mickey, last night you got lucky, real lucky. Yeah thats right, lucky, but you know something, next time the luck might just sway the other way. You see Cyanide, you might think you have accomplished something by puttin' my neck in a brace, you might think you have accomplished something, by cuttin' my face up real good, and you know something, you may just be right there. You see Silver, by injuring me and sending me to this rat infested hellhole they call hospital, you have just signed a warrant stating that Andy Murray has the legal right to kick Silver Cyanide's ass whenever he pleases. And you know, even though I'm gonna be stuck in here for a little while, you cannot hold back the sickness forever. You see Cyanide, you better get ready, because as soon as I'm fit and able, Andy Murray is coming for you, and there's not a damn thing in hell you can do about it"
~Suddenly, we hear the noise of a door swinging open, and in steps the same nurse from before, this time carrying a try full of disgusting hospital food. The nurse walks over to Murray and holds out the tray~
Nurse: "I brought you some food Mr. Murray"
Andy Murray: "I'm not hungry"
Nurse: "Ok well then I guess I'll just leave it here for when you are hungry"
~The nurse walks over to the other side of the room, and places the tray of horrid looking food on a small table~
Andy Murray: "So what do you expect me to walk over there and get it just when I feel like huh?!"
Nurse: "Well I-"
~Murray interrupts the nurse~
Andy Murray: "Go on, take it outta my sight!"
~A now worried looking nurse turns around again, and takes the food out of the cameras view, and out of the room. Once again, Murray begins talking~
Andy Murray: "Damn nurses. Anyway, back to the subject. Cyanide you may have won the battle, but eventually the sickness will drag you down, pull you down, until eventually, all that is left is a pile of rust and a lock of your disgusting greasy, long, blonde hair. Cyanide your days as a big time player in OCW are numbered, and you know it. And when it's all said and done, when it's all over, as the song says, only one of us will be walking away"
~The scene begins fading to black with Murray's deep, brown eyes staring directly into the camera, the scene the fades back to the announce table~
Smith: Well folks, earlier tonight we had some matches that were taped, lets get to those right now!
~The camera cuts to taped matches~
~All Out by 2pac hits the PA system as one of OCW's newest recruits Dead Soulja Makes his way to the ring wearing a 606 T-shirt~
Hood: From what I've seen in training Dead could become one hell of a Wrestler here in OCW.
~Dead slides under the rope and shouts for a mic. He grabs it and poses at the turn buckle getting nearly no respons~
Dead Soulja: They were right about all you's lot. Your a bunch of good for nought lay abouts.(the crowd Boo's) Shut up!!!! I have more important things to talk about like my opponent. What are you Damien first you talk about how I'm a lost soul. How I'm just an influenced guy. Well guess again!!! I'm not lost I'm part of the strongest and baddest Stables in the OCW to date. And I'm my own man. I am a Thug. And I will show you the meaning of hardcore, because I am also you worst nightmare.
Smith: If Soulja can wrestle better than he talks then Damien has no chance.
Hood: To right.
Dead Soulja: And Another thin........
~Damien’s music cuts him off and the match starts out with a few simple holds, and then progresses as Damien shoots Soulja into the ropes for a devistating clothesline. Damien then takes control of the match, and hits several hard impact moves. As Damien goes to the outside to grab a forern object, Soulja comes from behind and hits him with a big forearm. Soulja nails him with a powerbomb for the win.~
Winner: Dead Soulja
~Da Boom takes the early advantage with a thumb to the eye, and then layers on several clotheslines as 2nd Smile struggles to get his vertical base. Da Boom trips over 2nd Smile, as 2nd Smile then takes the lead. 2nd Smile tosses him into the ropes, layers him with a few clotheslines of his own and then gets the win with the 2nd Smile Bomb.~
Winner: 2nd Smile
~Mason Knight hits Vorex with a swinging neckbreaker at the begining of the match. Vorex goes for a few clossed fists, but is sent flying at Knight knocks him out of his boots with a clothesline from the depths of hell. Knight continues wacking Vorex all over the ring, and then gets the win with Dead Bang.~
Winner: Mason Knight
~Drummer gets nervous at the first of the match and pukes on his wrestling boots. Bomber rubs his face in his own discharges and then hits him with Drummer's own move, the Off-beat pedegree and the gets him in the Four Leafed Clover as Drummer taps out quickly.~
Winner: The Biscuit Tin Bomber
~Cash Money Slade takes the early advantage of the match and lays out Krayzie with a piledriver. As Krayzie gets back up, he goes for a quick rollup, but Slade kicks out. Slade irish whips Krayzie, and then goes for splash, but Krayzie dodges the splash and hits The Final Tic for the pin.~
Winner: Krayzie
"Hot Shot" Sean Renos (1-2) vs. J.Y. Kidd (0-0)
~Sean Renos starts the lead early by hitting J.Y. Kidd with a top rope dropkick as he enters the ring, and then knocks J.Y. Kidd out with a senton splash off the second turnbuckle. Kidd retaliates with a "Superfly" cross body from the top rope, but Sean Renos then picks up a moonsault and 450 splash both off the tope rope as Kidd is on his last legs. Renos ends the night with a "Superfly" top rope spash and the win.~
Winner: "Hot Shot" Sean Renos
~The cameras cut away. The shot is inside Triple P's dressing room. Bifford paces back and forth in front of Triple P. He breathes heavily as he speaks in a coarse voice~
Bifford: "Man, I can't believe they did that to you. They had it planned all along. I know Dark Hawk, I used to work for him. He's a no good scum bag! If TGO wouldn't have cost you the match, don't doubt for a second Dark Hawk would have. Triple M and him are in on this conspiracy against you... They're bad men."
Triple P: (rolling his eyes): "Okay. Whatever you say. And the point of this conversation is what?"
Bifford: "These guys left me to die when Hawk's promotion closed down. They didn't try to help me get a job. They didn't try to help me get money. They didn't try to help me get on my feet. They left me in the streets of Vegas, alone. Just like the left you in that ring alone. But you aren't alone now, man. I'm here with you. We're going to go track them down! We'll show the world that Triple M isn't Marvelous and we'll hunt the Hawk in front of a live TV audience!"
Triple P: "And why do I need your help?"
Bifford: "Because I want to get sweet revenge for what they've done to me and in the process I can help you. You heard Hawk, you're outnumbered. I'll give you an extra man.
Triple P: "More like two extra men."
Bifford: "If thats a fat comment I can ignore it for now. The point is this. I'll bleed for you man. Name the time and the place. I'll bleed on command."
~The shot cuts back to the announce table and live television.~
Smith: Some interesting stuff taking place thus far tonight and some great taped matches from earlier on!
Hood: Yea, that Bifford guy, I wouldn’t trust him!
Smith: Me neither! Well, earlier on, while we were watching the taped footage, the ToothFairy struck again, take a look!
~ Canon is walking down the main corridor in the back, when he comes up to a door.
He opens the door and walks through, only to come flying back out, seconds
later, landing on his back. The ToothFairy appears through the door, wearing
the pantyhose over his head, and the blonde wig, with the black tights and brown
work-boots. He has a pair of pliers in his hand, and judging by Canon's busted
open forehead, it appears he struck Canon right in the head with them. The
ToothFairy lunges at Canon, who is trying to get to his feet. ToothFairy swings
wildly with rights and lefts, connecting Canon's head with most of them,
knocking him back down to the floor. ToothFairy picks up Canon, and throws him
headfirst into a nearbly Coke machine. The force causes Canon to shatter the
front of the Coke Machine, sending glass flying everywhere, and knocking out the
light inside. Canon hangs there with his head inside the Coke machine, and
ToothFairy starts kicking him in the ribs and the chest. Security shows up, and
ToothFairy quickly runs off, leaving the battered and bloody Curt Canon still
inside the Coke Machine. The camera then cuts back to the ring and the announcers~
Smith: Wow!! The ToothFairy just laid Curt Canon out!!
Hood: Why?!
Smith: Who knows Hood, who knows! But what I do know is it is Main Event time, winner gets the last remaining spot in LMS!
~ “Out of Control” by Darude begins playing and the fans stand and watch as Jammy James makes his way to the ring~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the last remaining spot in the Last Man Standing tournament! Introducing first, from Blackpool, England, standing 6’5” and weighing in at 269 lbs…….J@MMY~J@ME$!!!!!
~ “Have a Cigar” by Pink Floyd begins playing and the fans watch and boo as they see The ToothFairy make it’s way to the ring~
Warrick: And his opponent, from parts unknown, standing at an unknown height and weighing a weight that nobody knows…….THE TOOTHFAIRY!!!!!
~The bell rings and both men lock up in the middle of the ring. James gets Fairy in a head lock, but Fairy shoves him off into the ropes. James bounces off and ducks under a clothesline attempt from Fairy. James then stops turns Fairy around and drops him with a DDT~
Smith: DDT from Jammy James!
Hood: Yea, great move there!
~James now pulls Fairy to his feet and whips him into the corner, Fairy hits hard. James then charges in and nails Fairy with a huge splash. James then climbs on the second rope and begins to punch away at the head of Fairy as he is stuck in the corner~
Smith: Jammy James is just whaling away at the skull of ToothFairy!
Hood: Yea, not a pretty sight Smithy!
~James finishes and gets down and backs away as Fairy falls flat on his face. James then starts stomping away on Fairy~
Smith: Jammy James is really giving it to the ToothFairy!
Hood: Damn, he sure is!
~James now pulls Fairy to his feet and hooks him for a suplex, he goes to lift him up, but Fairy blocks it. Fairy then lifts James up and drops him with a face first suplex~
Smith: ToothFairy just hit the tooth drill!!!
Hood: Damn, that was painful!
~Both men are on the mat now and they start to get to their feet. They both get to their feet at the same time and begin exchanging blows, James gets the advantage, but Fairy knees him in the gut. James bends over in pain and Fairy drops him with a Double arm DDT~
Smith: Double Arm DDT!!!
Hood: Great move by The ToothFairy!
~Fairy now picks James up and sets him upside down in the corner. Fairy then backs away, runs in and nails James in the face with a karate kick(Mad Orthodontics)! Fairy then drags James back into the center of the ring and goes for the pin~
1!
2!
3!!!!
Warrick: Here is your winner and the last man entered into Last Man Standing……THE TOOTHFAIRY!!!!!
Smith: Well, we certainly had a great night tonight folks and join us next Monday for another edition of Massacre!
Hood: Yup, should be something….
Smith: Wait, something is happening Hood!
~The shot cuts to the back where Bifford and Triple P are talking next to a locker room door~
Bifford: "Okay, so do you want Hawk or Triple M?"
Triple P: "I'll take them both... You just sit back and watch the master."
~Triple P reaches for the doorknob, but Bifford quickly cuts in front of him. Triple P glares at him as Bifford slams his body against the door. The door falls down, to show Hawk and Triple M talking inside the room. They both jump to their feet.~
Dark Hawk: "Well look who it is. The pancake they had to scrape off the floor Sunday."
MMM: "And he brought company. Hawk, you remember this guy?"
Dark Hawk: "Yeah I think we used him up in the UCW and then dropped him like a bad habbit."
Bifford: "I don't have bad habbits!"
MMM: "So what do you call eating?"
Bifford: "A good habit. But that's beside the point. Right now I'm gonna dish out some punishment."
~With that said Biffrod turns and clotheslines Triple P to the floor. All three men begin to stomp on him relentlessly. He tries to crawl away but Hawk and MMM both grab onto his ankles and drag him back. Bifford then drops his huge leg on the back of Paras' head. His nose crunches into the floor gushing blood everywhere. They pick him up to his feet and throw him out of the door. He slams into the opposite wall hard and falls to the ground. Bifford lifts him up to his feet and puts him in a torture rack as MMM and Hawk fold up the two chairs they were sitting in. Bifford releases Paul and he falls to the ground with smack. Hawk and MMM both walk out the door and stand on either end of Triple P they both raise their chairs and then drive the tops of them into Paul's ribs simutaneously over and over. They then set up their chairs front to front and Bifford climbs up on top of them. The thin steel buckles under his massive weight and he drops off them and onto the exposed mid section of Triple P. Hawk stands there laughing as Bifford stares down at the crushed Paras.~
Bifford: "You know, I've confused the fans haven't I? Why would I attack Triple P? I hate Hawk. I hate Triple M."
~Bifford looks into the camera, breathing heavily with a possesed look in his eye.~
Bifford: "Or do I? These are the men that made Bifford! Without Hawk there would be no Bifford! Without Triple M there would be no championships in Bifford's history! Why did I help these men? Because they've helped me. They made me! Dean didn't make me. Dean never helped me. I met him once, the day I was hired, and since then have I heard from President Dean? Nope! How about Commissioner Cheasy? Has he helped me? Has he been an active part in my career? NEVER! I met him a few days after I was hired.He smiled and was friendly, but never helped me. These are the men that helped me. When I was in trouble I went to see Dark Hawk! They say blood is thicker than water, and the UCW was all about blood!"
~Hawk puts a hand on Bifford's shoulder and turns him around. He motions in the other direction and the three men walk off but not before Hawk has one last word with Paul.~
Dark Hawk: Lying on your back again Paul. Get used to it. I'm gonna put you there every time I see you.
~And with that, Massacre comes to an end~