August 1, 2001
~Camera shots of No Limits 2 fade onto and off of the screen. We see shots from every match of the night, as the last shot of Scott Syren is shown the word 'PILEDRIVER' crashes down. "Back in Black" by AC/DC begins to play, as the camera cuts to a shot of Commissioner Cheasy M sitting at the Piledriver Newsdesk. Behind the newsdesk is a huge black and red OCW banner. Cheasy M is wearing a blue suit, slacks, his trademark backwards baseball cap. As Cheasy M stops playing the air guitar, he scratches his head and begins to speak.~
Cheasy M: Welcome ladies and gentelmen to Wednesday Night Piledriver with your host with the most, Commissioner Cheasy M! Last Sunday's No Limits 2 was the greatest PPV we have seen in the OCW in a long long time, and tonight we will take a look at that and much much more! But first.. HEADLINES!!!
~The word 'HEADLINES' shoots across the screen, as Cheasy M files through a few sheets of paper.~
Cheasy M: Alright, since the pay-per-view last week, their wasn't a Piledriver, but this week I am back and ready to do my job only like I can. Well after NL2, it looks like The Great One's band of misfits has grown even bigger with the joining of Triple P and Josh Allen. Corporal Punishment has a stronghold over the OCW, but with other stables such as the 606 Society and Extreme Tendencies, we could see one hell of a fight break out sooner than you think!
Congrats goes out to all the men who kept their belts, and that got new gold this Sunday too! Winning a title in the OCW is one way to step up to that NEXT step in becoming an OCW imortal. Now speaking of guys who lost their gold Brian "Hardcore" Hulin is now in the hospital after that ruthless beating given to him by Silverfreak. Hulin lost his Hardcore title to Silverfreak this Sunday only to have it stolen by some mystery man. Who took Freak's new Hardcore title? I have a few suspects, but I guess I'll sit back and watch the show just like everyone else...
*Forget whatever's going on in the broadcast, this is
what you've got to focus on now. It concerns you, it concerns all of you in
the OCW who think you've got what it takes to move up the ladder to the top.
Because now...Shag-Nasty is in the way. Yes, that's right, a man you've only
heard about in whisphers, a man who most federations won't let it...is
here...now...and he's brought the Oblivion with him.
The camera cuts to shot inside the Oblivion Home within the Offices of
Shannon Shag-Nasty. He sits at his desk, his same old familiar devil grin
stuck to his face, and slowly removes his damn fine expensive sunglasses.
This is the man you've been waiting for.* Shannon Shag-Nasty:Oh, hi there OCW fans, didn't mean to
interrupt this weekly sitcom the OCW passes off for a show, but there seems
to come at time in every lowsy federation's time when the Shagster comes
calling to save the day for the fed yet again. You see, while the OCW
continues to roll event over event with the big cards holding men like
Silverfreek, pardon me if I don't pronounce his name with the uncandid
originality of over pronouncing the constants, and The Great One and Josh
"Who wants to buy a T-shirt from the idiot" Allen, the OCW is losing its
touch with the fans. You see, the fans don't want the bullshit gimmicks that
the idiots in the backstage area keep thinking up, they want total and utter
destruction. In other words, Oblivion, and it takes a Bastard like me to
give those fans what they want.
Early this week, before No Limits 2 ran, I sent out an open challange to
anyone and everyone, asking only for those strong enough and of my caliber of
intelligence to apply. The response I got back was horrid. I don't want to
waste my time with idiots married to Martha Stewart or mindless chunks of
muscle who think they're the real fucking show. One man, however, who
accepted I decided to take up on the offer. Now, I never said I deserved a
shot at the Heavyweight Title so early in my OCW career, but when The Great
One responded to my challange he sounded like the belt would be up for grabs.
This match has already been signed, you understand, and now some former
champion decides his going to return and take my shot before me. Now listen,
Syren, I know who you think you are, but you don't understand that who you
are on the inside is not the same man who you used to be. I remember
watching your Promos about a year or so ago, and yeah, you had the talent,
but the reason men like you disappear for awhile isn't because you need a
vacation. You see, Syren, I know and everyone else in the OCW knows, that
you're washed up, floating onto the Has-Been island, where you'll spend the
rest of your life trying to figure out a way back into the spot-light, but
never making it.
Now, you make your return, and you get a title shot, but I'm the next man in
line. I have no arguement, however, with kicking your ass at the same time I
kick the Great One's ass, so I say we take our two signed matches, and push
them into one. Scotty, I want you to take this oppurtunity and run with it,
after all, this is probably going to be your last chance to be in a main
event, probably going to be the last time that doctors let you walk on your
own, and most defintely is going to be a night that the fans, the people that
the OCW have forgotten, see once and for all just why they call me the
dirtest player in the game. If TGO wants to prove his a real champion, then
let him accept, if Syren wants to prove that he still can execute an arm-bar
takedown or whatever crap he wants to wrestle with against the best in the
business, then let him accept. Either way, that belt will be mine, the OCW
will be mine, and the business is going to take one good Shaggin' straight in
its ass...Nasty-style.
~The camera cuts back to Cheasy M.~
Cheasy M: Wow, a few words from the Nasty-one himself! Seems everyone and his grandmother want a shot at that world championship, but in a few weeks it will be The Great One, if he is still champion by then, against Mavelous Mario Maurako for that OCW World Heavyweight Championship! Triple M has been needing, he has been wanting, he has been doing everything possible to get his hands on that belt, and in a few weeks he will finally get his shot. Triple M is not the usual man's wrestler, he has been around the OCW for a long time, and he knows his way around. He has been muliple tag team champions with his former partner and now arch-enemy Triple P and whoever he fights, it should be one hell of a show.
~Suddenly Wayne West walks onto the Piledriver set, and up to Cheasy M. Cheasy M has a confused look on his face as West is carrying a suitcase with him.~
Wayne West: Hey Whatz up?? Well, I just came here to tell you guys what will become of the future of WAYNE WYATT WEST. Its too hard for me to say it but I have to and Ill do it today. Here in this very last interview of mine. The Man. Uhh, Iam gonna have to quit wrestling. Yeah thats it. Iam quitting. NL2 that was my very last match against Curt Canon which I won. I got my title shot, Lightweight #1 contender against Josh Allen, this close I was damn close to face him but hey, things happen I will like to give my title shot to any of the guys from the 606 Society as a gift from the Man to them. 606 Society I also want for you to do me a favor, alright, beat the crap of Triple M and make him quit wrestling. Damn if I could have him right here in my hands I will kill that bastard. Triple M lucky you that Iam quitting. Well, my reason for quitting is quiet simple. It doens't have anything to do with OCW, Prez Dean, Triple M or any of you guys out there. No. Its something personal. Very personal. Yeah. That I won't share it with you guys. Sorry.
~Wayne is trying not to cry out loud here.~
Cheasy M: Wanna tissue buddy?
Wayne West: Damn. I wanted to do this here live with an interviewer and shit. So everybody can listen to the words of the Man. Ahhh, damn...ohh damn my eyes!
~Cheasy M hands West a hankie for his to blow his nose in.~
Wayne West: Uh, damn that feels better uh yes. Much better. Wooooh. To be the man you have to beat me the man. Yeah. Thanks alot.
~Wayne shakes hands with Cheasy M.~
Cheasy M: West, I got one thing to say to you..
Wayne West: What's that?
Cheasy M: SECURITY!!! GET THIS MAN OFF MY SHOW!!
~Suddenly three huge men wearing 'OCW STAFF' shirts run out and spray Wayne West down with pepper spray and then drag him kicking and screaming off the Piledriver set.~
Cheasy M: I'm sorry you all had to see that, but on with the show, right guys?!
OCW STAFF: Whoo hoo!
Cheasy M: Thats right! Now lets cut to a few words from the remaining members of Extreme Tendenices...
*The cameras switches to the Extreme Tendencies Locker room. There you see
Seventeen, Silver Cyanide, and the #1 Contendor for the World Title Triple
M. The locker room is a mess.... Johnny Elite and Jeffery James are sitting
over in the corner, Silver Cyanide is shining up his US Title, and Triple M
is staring at his 2x4.* The camera
goes back to Cheasy M at the desk.
Cheasy M: Could Triple M be the next OCW World Champion? We will see only in a few weeks at Last Man Standing 2. Also at LMS we will see all of the top OCW superstars battle it out to become THE Last Man Standing for 2001. Last year's champion was Scorpion, who then used that as a stepping stone to bigger and better things. Who will be on top this year? You'll have to wait and see it only on pay-per-view.
~A black and white feed suddenly pops up on the video screens.
It pans along a sidewalk in a downtown area, and slowly rises, and reveals signs
reading "Topless Dancers", "Nude Women", and other strip club signs. It drops
back down to street level, and zooms into a dark alleyway, where a shadowy
figure leans on the wall. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a match,
lights it against the wall, and holds it to the cigarette in his mouth. He turns
towards the camera and motions it towards him. The camera weaves erraticly
through the crowded sidewalk and into the alley. Inside, an average sized man,
wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white tee shirt reading "My Badd", looks into
the camera and starts talking.~
Shad: Ya'll don't know me yet. I'm Shad "Too Badd" Johnson.
Remember that name, ya'll will wish that you hadn't heard it soon enough. You
see that bum right there? The one asleep against that garbage can?
~Shad motions with his cigarette to an unshaven man sitting
motionless, proped up against a garbage bin.~
Shad: He represents this wrestling company, and its wreslters.
He, like you, have no idea what he is about to go through, so let's use him as
an example.
~Shad walks up to the bum, lifts him up by his dirty, ragged
shirt, and starts talking to him.~
Shad: You wouldn't happen to know my name, now would you?
~The bum rubs the sleep from his eyes, and shakes his head
"no".~
Shad: Well, remember my face. You'll be seeing it on
television sets in the windows of electronic stores in all major cities. Let me
give you something to help you remember me.
~Shad reaches into his pants pocket with his right hand, and
pulls out his wallet. He begins to hand it towards the bum, but at the last
mintue, pulls it back and hits him with a hard left that knocks the bum back
into the wall.~
Shad: That black eye may not be permanent, but this will be.
~Shad pulls his cigarette out his mouth, and begins reaching
out towards the unconcious bum with it. The video fades to black, but the bum's
screams are still audible. The camera cuts back to Cheasy M.~
Cheasy M: And that was a few words from OCW newcommer Shad "Too Badd" Johnson! Only bright things can be in that guy's future!
~Cheasy M takes a drink of water out of his 'World Favorite Commish' mug.~
Cheasy M: Okay and how here are the top 5 interviewers of the week!
5. Silver Cyanide
4. Triple P
3. Triple M
2. The Great One
1. Josh Allen
~The camera fades in to a backstage area where Hood is seen waiting for someone.~
Hood: Where can they be?? They should have been here by now!!
~Just then Dead Soulja can be seen walking towards Hood with a 6'8" man following him. They stop just before Hood.~
Hood: At last! Well Soulja You havent been with us for very long, but it didn't stop you from forming a tag team and joining the 606 society. But what we all want to know is who is your tag partener?
Dead Soulja: First of all it isn't maybe it's definatly the most dominent and strongest stable ever. And you ask me who he is why not ask the 6'8 585 pounder yourself?
Connor: I am Connor McIntosh and I will, just like the 606 society crush ma victims like bugs. Cos I am Biggest strongest and most terrifing opponent anyone in OCW will have tae face.
~Hood backs down a little.~
Hood: Ok. where did you het your inspration for your tag team name Doomsday?
Dead: Cos ain't no-body gonna stop us, and when you step into the ring with us your End Of Days is near.
Hood:But....
~Dead soulja kicks Hood in the stomch and together they hit a double team power bomb.And they just walk away laughing. The camera fades to a comercial for Monday Night Massacre.~
{OOC: Well for being thrown together quickly this is a good card. Rookies keep sending in your segments so you can be apart of the OCW just like everyone else! - Cheasy M}
