LIVE! October 31st 2022
FROM: OCW Arena
Key West, Florida
Earlier Last Week...
~ VICTORIA STRADER pulls up to the OCW Arena in the ‘98 Silver T-Roof Trans AM LS1 her mother had given her a couple of years back and parks in Marcus Welsh’s old spot. Pulling a set of keys out from her purse, she locks her car and makes her way to the arena staff entrance. Her key doesn’t go in the lock. Touching the keyhole, a substance is on her fingers so she smells it and instantly regrets it. ~
Victoria Strader: Gross, bleu cheese. Who would put bleu cheese in the lock? Oh. Right. Zybala loves bleu cheese. What a schmuck.
~ Pull out her iPhone 14, she calls Knux, the head of OCW security, who she knows is at the arena. ~
Victoria Strader: Knux, I need you to let me in the building. Yeah, the staff entrance. Some clown filled the lock with chunks of bleu cheese. I don’t care who gets it cleaned up; I just want it done.
~ As she hangs up, the door opens, and there is CAP SLOCK looking stiff as a board and high-strung as usual. . ~
Victoria Strader: CAP, thanks for opening the door.
CAP SLOCK: YES, MA’AM! GLAD TO HELP!
~ Victoria’s eyes go wide, and nods, trying not to laugh. As she walks in, she can see the OCW Arena is not in good shape. The halls are graffitied, the catering and kitchen look like it has an eight-month build-up of grease, and the roof panels are either broken or missing completely. Pipes are leaking, and the heels of her designer shoes splash water as she tries to avoid it. Shaking her head, she looks further down the hallway to see the long fluorescent light tubes are flickering, the plastic protectors missing on many, and some don’t even have any. Reaching the old office of Marcus Welsh, she puts in the key, unlocking the door, and walks into a disaster. A wild boar oinks violently at her and charges out the door as she jumps back out of it’s way. ~
Victoria Strader: What in the actual fuck? Was that a boar?! Are there even boars in Key West? Maybe a crocodile but a boar?!
~ She turns around back into the office, and she sees a crocodile walking down the hallway. Eyes wide, she slams the door shut. ~
Victoria Strader: Man, this is ridiculous! What the hell has been going on here while we’ve been gone?
~ Victoria walks over to the private executive bathroom in Welsh’s old office, opens the and… ~
Victoria Strader: AHHHH! What the fuck are you doing in here?!
~ The homeless man looks as startled as she does. ~
Homeless Man: ZYBALA SAID I COULD SLEEP HERE.
Victoria Strader: What are ya, CAP SLOCK’s kin?
Homeless Man: WHAT'S A CAP SLOCK?
~ Victoria, shaking her head, pulls out a couple Ben Franklin’s from her purse and hands it to the guy. ~
Victoria Strader: Get out of my toilet and find an hourly motel.
Homeless Man: THANK YOU! MAN, I CAN BUY ME A BRAND-NEW SHOPPING CART! APPRECIATE THE USE OF YOUR SHITTER, MA’AM. SORRY ABOUT THE OPIATE SHIT BLOCKING THE PIPES!
~ The Homeless Man leaves all happy, leaving Victoria disgusted. ~
Victoria Strader: Opiate shit? Ew. Zybala is a damn menace, how did Welsh deal with this guy?!
~ Fade out. ~
~ The Massacre Intro video starts to play as “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns’N’Roses plays in the background as we get a shot of BOB holding their OCW Tag Team Titles up in the air, Lissandra kissing A-Lister Dylan Thomas, followed by a shot of Mike Zybala stealing his shoes back out of The Big Bifford’s locker room, Bob Grenier and Treat Cassidy laughing in the centre of the OCW ring, Sahara with the TransAtlantic title around her waist yelling at her Reservoir Dogs, Victoria Strader microphone in hand laying down the law, Mike Mason making the women Audibly Ovulate, and finally settling on a battered PIC holding the OCW Title high. We switch from video to the OCW faithful inside the historic OCW Arena as the camera pans around, catching signs from the Faithful.~
THAD SIT ON MY BIG TEN INCH…RECORD
~ A hush comes over the crowd in anticipation of what might happen next to open the show. Silence for what seems like 5-10 seconds… and then “Raise Your Hands” by Bon Jovi begins to blast throughout the PA system. The fans erupt in cheers, many bobbing their heads and waving their hands with the song’s musical intro. Just as the words of the song begin, PIC emerges through the curtain, carrying both the OCW World and OCW Savage championship belts on each shoulder. His face is still battered and bruised from last week’s match but nowhere near as bad as it was. He walks with a limp and is moving way slower than normal, but his face is beaming with excitement as the OCW faithful embrace him while singing along.~
OUTCAST IS PIC’S BOTTOM BITCH
BIFF CAN I HAVE A QUALITY CHICKEN SANDWICH?
BAUMER RHYMES WITH DAHMER
LOU FINNA TAP MY AUNTIE
SEE YA MEEKA!
ALICE’S CHUNKY MUSTARD MAKES GREAT LUBE
You, you got a nasty reputation
~PIC raises both titles in the air at the beginning of the chorus. The crowd joins him at every command to “raise your hands”. PIC slowly starts his descent down the entrance ramp toward the ring while the chorus continues.~
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!
RAISE YOUR HANDS!
~PIC makes it to the ring, gingerly walking up the steel steps and through the middle rope. There, standing in the middle of the ring is Belvedere with a microphone. The music dies down as Belvedere brings the microphone to his mouth.~
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen… YOUR OCW WORLD AND SAVAGE CHAMPION… PIC!!!!!
~The crowd erupts once again. PIC again raises both titles in the air, basking in the cheers which go on for several seconds. Belvedere hands PIC the microphone after he drapes the titles over his shoulders once more, then exits the ring. PIC brings the microphone to his lips, but a second wave of cheers stops him in his tracks. A simple “PIC, PIC, PIC” chant echoes throughout the arena. He pauses, waits for it to die down, then tries again, this time a little choked up.~
PIC: Thank you.
~The crowd once again takes over. The arena begins shaking. Fans begin chanting “You Deserve It” at PIC as he stands in amazement. He takes another minute to regroup before continuing.~
PIC: I… I honestly don’t know what to say. Winning this belt means more to me professionally than anything else in the world. 18 years ago I stood across the ring, staring GCWA, ICWF, and OCW Hall of Famer Titan 3 in the face with a belt with nearly the same prestige as this on the line, and I couldn’t get it done. I tried a few months later with Killa Kali and once again came up short. I honestly thought I’d never get another chance. But, I told myself, if I ever did… if I ever got another opportunity to go one on one for the top prize in all of professional wrestling that I would do whatever it takes… through all the blood, sweat, and tears, to make that dream a reality. Not just for me, but for every single one of you who have supported me throughout the years.
~The crowd goes wild. PIC takes it all in again. “PIC PIC PIC” once again echoes throughout the arena as he motions for them to die down.~
PIC: Y’all gotta calm down or we’re never gonna get through this segment.
~The OCW faithful laugh, then oblige by falling silent.~
PIC: Last week at Face/Off, I got the opportunity I was looking for. I shed that blood, I poured that sweat, and I cried those tears as I went 45 minutes with the baddest man on the planet in Outcast. And when it was all said and done, my hand was raised in victory.~
~The faithful once again cheer. PIC gives them a moment, then continues.~
PIC: I don’t want to take up too much of your time, there’s an amazing show booked for tonight full of the most talented roster in wrestling history. It’s an honor to be part of it, and an even greater honor to be champion. But I didn’t just come here tonight to bask in the glory of my victory. I came here for two important pieces of business. First and foremost… Outcast. I know you’re watching at home, I know you said you would retire if and when you lost this belt again. If that’s true, if last Sunday was the last time we will ever see you in an OCW ring. I just wanna tell you… it was a freaking honor.
~The crowd begins chanting “THANK YOU OUTCAST”, which PIC eggs on by waving his arms. He claps his hands together while still holding the microphone. After the crowd begins to quiet, he once again puts the microphone to his lips.~
PIC: The second and final piece of business pertains to this belt right here.
~PIC points to the Savage title that hangs over his right shoulder.~
PIC: For the past 92 days I have held this title, doing everything I possibly could to elevate it, to hold it with honor and integrity. It pains me to know that it might go to someone with quite literally the opposite motives and intentions, but that… as they say, is the cost of doing business.
~PIC reaches over and pulls the Savage title off of his shoulder and lays it out in the ring in front of him. He then focuses in on the hard cam while shifting the OCW title.~
PIC: As for this title, I plan on holding it for 92 days and then some. I don’t care who my next opponent is, or the one after that, or after that. It doesn’t make one bit of difference because when he or she steps in the ring with PIC, they’re getting everything I’ve got. What happened to Outcast is nothing compared to what I’m capable of doing if you try to take this belt from me. It took me over two decades to reach the pinnacle of our sport and I don’t plan on leaving any time soon. You know… the letters P.I.C. have stood for a lot of things over the years. I called myself the Pimp In Charge when I started in this business because I was a pimply faced idiot who didn’t know any better. But tonight, the PIC era of OCW has begun, and a new acronym is needed to kick things off with a bang. From this point forward, P.I.C. stands for PIC… IS… CHAMP!!!
~PIC drops the mic on top of the Savage title as “Raise Your Hands” kicks up again. The crowd once again leaps to their feet, singing along and cheering him on. PIC raises his arms and poses with the OCW title as the scene fades out.~
~ “Just A Girl” by No Doubt starts to play throughout the OCW Arena, and the homegrown faithful is a mix of cheers and boos. On one hand, she’s loved because of her success as The Commissioner but the other half boo Victoria for firing the greatest Craze Champion in Tamika and her sister Veronica. Victoria doesn’t care though, as she walks down to the ring, carrying what looks to be a pink velvet bag. Reaching the ring, she wipes her high heels off on the apron before stepping in. ~
Hood: This one is PROUD and STRONG.
Smith: Didn’t you hate this family?
Hood: Just the ones she fired.
Smith: Surprising you don’t have a concussion from all the flip-flopping you do!
~ She looks around the OCW Arena and is annoyed with how it looks, but it’s a lot better than it was. Outsider banners hanging from the rafters, she also spots what looks like a Tent City up there as well. Shaking her head, she decides to focus on the crowd. Taking a microphone from Belvedere. ~
Victoria Strader: It’s great to be back home in Key West, Florida. I know, technically, New York City is the new home, but I know what you fans want, don’t I?
OCW Faithful: CLASSIC OCW, BABY!
Victoria Strader: Goddamn Right!
~ Victoria sneers and can’t help but grin. She holds up a velvet bag. ~
Victoria Strader: A little later in the evening, I will reveal to everyone what’s in this bag but first, our next Premium Live Event! Oh, I’m so sorry… our next Pay Per View…
~ She winks into the camera. ~
Victoria Strader:… is a doozy! We are gonna do something OCW has never done in its 20+ year history… I have worked out the details with New York City Mayor Eric Adams this morning, and it is a go!!
Smith: Any idea what she is talking about?
Hood: No, but sounds like we are going back to those non-wrestling venues, which is - - -
Smith: Classic OCW, baby!
~ Hood glares at Smith for stealing his line again. ~
Victoria Strader: Is everyone ready… to… RUMBLE?!?!?
Victoria Strader: The rules of the Rumble are simple. It’s almost like every single one you have seen before but with small twists. Four wrestlers are in the ring to start, and every few minutes, a new one will enter. In order to eliminate talent, they MUST go over the top rope, and BOTH feet hit the floor. The top 5 will receive some type of title shot, to be revealed later tonight, but I can tell you the last man, woman, or non-binary individual standing will receive an OCW Championship match!
~ The faithful pop loudly. ~
Smith: This is huge, Hood!!!
Hood: She’s definitely better at this than Leo was.
Smith: She is the daughter of a Raven and a Cowgirl.
Victoria Strader: Oh, I am not done yet! This event is open to the entire industry! So if James Raven, Indy Darling, that big ass ginger Dionsys, Lissie Hope, Corey Black…. Basically, anyone with a few exceptions.
OCW Faithful: No Rhodes!
~ Victoria finger pistols the section that yelled that out. ~
Victoria Strader: Exactly. Let’s see who has the guts to step into an OCW ring in the cold November air of The Bronx as we won’t be in any of the surrounding arenas; it’ll all take place at Monsignor Raul Del Valle Square!
Victoria Strader: Let’s get this show on the road!
~ “Just A Girl” by No Doubt starts back up as Victoria hands the microphone back to Belvedere. ~
Smith: Wow, that’s a big announcement! I wonder what is in that pink velvet sack?
Hood: Probably a Toshiba Wand.
Smith: Hood!
Hood: Smith!
~ Smith goes to reply and changes his mind. ~
Smith: Anyway! We got a fun card tonight and apparently more news from our Boss Lady. She is certainly making her mark in OCW, Hood.
Hood: Better than Who’re ever did. Man, I can’t wait to see The Nickleman in action! Great way to start the show!
Smith: Absolutely
~ The OCWtron lights up in the Checkers Position, where The Nickleman is getting ready for his music to hit and come out. Victoria Strader walks from behind the curtain, and The Knife Man is there, holding the Savage title. He places it over her shoulder. ~
The Knife Man: Here ya go, boss. All shined up and ready for its new owner! Oh, and those egg rolls you like? Apparently, Mike Zybala took them all.
Victoria Strader: You know what, that’s fine I already ate. Oh, and thanks, Knifey. I won’t forget how great you have been since I took control of the company.
~ He is probably blushing under the mask, but we’ll never know. He nods and leaves the area as Victoria approaches Charlie Nichols, aka, The Nickleman, who is proudly carrying the OCW Tag Team title belt over his left shoulder. ~
Victoria Strader: Nickleman, before you head out, there’s something I want to discuss with you.
The Nickleman: What is it, Boss Lady?
Victoria Strader: I had made the decision that if PIC was able to get rid of Outcast and take his OCW title, that he wasn’t going to be Savage champion anymore. I have no problem with a tag team champion holding a singles title, but I’m not gonna have someone monopolize the singles titles on MY show, so your contenders match with Dylan Thomas? Actually was for the OCW Savage title.
~ The OCW Faithful pop, and we flip back to ringside to see Hood pelvic thrusting at Smith, Belvedere and the timekeeper. Flipping back to Checkers Position, The Nickleman looks ecstatic! ~
The Nickleman: Wait, so I am one-half of the Tag Team champions AND I am OCW Savage Champion?!
~ Victoria places the belt over his free shoulder and sneers. ~
Victoria Strader: Just don’t get used to it.
~ The Nickleman isn’t sure what she means but who cares? He is the OCW Savage Champion! ~
The Nickleman: Man, this night keeps getting better and better!
~ Flipping back to ringside, Hood is really happy. ~
Hood: Fuck yeah! These bastards are great! Savage and Tag Team champion!
Smith: What do you think she meant by “don’t get used to it”?
Hood: Who cares? He’s Two-Belt-Nickleman!
Smith: Well, that he is!
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do
You're under the gun, out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
Playin' to win
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo
~ ‘Since I’m a Bastard’ by This Grey City plays over the PA system and the crowd immediately starts booing, because they know exactly who’s about to come out. Zeus, already standing in the ring, is nervous and fidgeting with himself in the corner as he awaits his presumptive doom. Zeus is dressed up in a cute halloween costume, where he looks like Zeus from the Disney animated Hercules film! ~
Smith: Here comes THE NICKLEMAN, who won two championship belts at Face Off!
Hood: And he beat up a janitor for ANOTHER championship belt in the X-W-F last Wednesday night!
Smith: This madman is everywhere, winning belts from everyone! Who’s going to stop him?!
Hood: Definitely not Zeus!
~ The Nickleman hops onto the entrance platform with three championship belts on his body: the OCW tag championship, the OCW Savage championship, and the XWF SuperContinental championship. He walks down the ramp with a big grin and a lot of gold before sliding under the ring and handing the belts over to the referee, all three of them at once, overwhelming the referee and causing him to drop the OCW tag belt! This causes The Nickleman to go into a fury, and he starts screaming furiously at the referee! ~
Smith: Now this is uncalled for, The Nickleman is just chasing the referee around for fun!
Hood: The ref dropped one of Nickleman’s many, many belts- and that was a total party foul!
~ The Nickleman raises a hand to strike a cowering ref, when all of a sudden Zeus steps in the middle of it! Zeus pushes the Nickleman back and tells him to pick on someone his own size. The Nickleman is forced back a few steps, and he looks down at Zeus like someone just pissed in his meth pipe.~
Smith: Zeus is standing up for the referee! Zeus isn’t scared!
Hood: Are you kidding me, Smith? Zeus looks like he’s about to piss himself in there!
~ As The Nickleman stares down Zeus, the ref runs the belts over to the side of the ring and hands them to the assistants at ringside. After a few seconds the ref returns to the center of the squared circle and calls for the bell, letting it ring to signify the start of the match! ~
Smith: The bell rings and we are underway!
Hood: This is going to be a slaughter.
Smith: Miracles happen!
Hood: No they don’t.
~ Zeus breathes in deeply, believing in himself and his ability, before letting a quick prayer escape his lips. As The Nickleman starts walking towards Zeus, the jobber suddenly comes out of nowhere with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE- ~
~ That The Nickleman ducks. Zeus then turns around, only to eat a clear and flagrant kick to the nutsack- but the referee didn’t see it, because there’s a really hot girl in the crowd he was staring at! She’s kinda young tho…..this ref’s a f’in creep! ~
Smith: THE NICKLEMAN IS CHEATING! HE SHOULD BE DQED!
Hood: I didn’t see anything, and neither did the ref!
~ The Nickleman grabs Zeus by his upper body before positioning him for a fall. The Nickleman smiles and winks into the camera before calling for the ref’s attention. He hits Zeus with a DEVIL HOOK DROP before flipping the limp body over and going for the pin. ~
Hood: And that’s all she wrote!
Smith: I’m not sure if Zeus’s neck was built to take that kind of punishment……
1!
2!
3-NO!
~ The Nickleman lifts up Zeus’s shoulder with a grin! ~
Hood: Atta’ boy, Nicklestud! Keep pounding that puss!
Smith: You’re disgusting, and this is foul!
Hood: That’s Nickleman’s catchphrase, not mine! ‘Pound That Puss!’
Smith: Ugh.
~ The Nickleman picks up Zeus before irish whipping him over the top rope and out of the ring. The Nickleman goes to follow, but then the referee steps in front of him and instructs him to finish this match off with honor and respect. The Nickleman rolls his eyes and just pushes the referee out of the way before he steps between the ropes and out of the ring. ~
Smith: Nickleman just pushed the ref! That’s twice now he should be DQed!
Hood: The Nickleman runs this ring!
~ The Nickleman, now out of the ring, walks over to a still Zeus before stomping on the back of his head, just for fun. The people in the front row all boo The Nickleman and give him a thumbs down. The Nickleman responds by gesturing towards his crotch and dry humping the air before he inexplicably just starts walking towards the announce table. ~
Smith: Oh God, now he’s coming over here…
Hood: Probably to beat you up for all the complaining you do!
~ The Nickleman reaches the announce table and gives Hood a fistbump and a death glare to Smith. After a few seconds The Nickleman grabs a microphone and the OCW Savage belt, tossing both into the middle of the ring before walking back towards Zeus, who is now slowly recovering and trying to lift himself up with the assistance of the steel steps. ~
Smith: What does this psycho have in mind?
Hood: Whatever it is, I hope it’s bloody!
~ The Nickleman grabs Zeus’s head and slams it into the corner of the steel steps, completely opening up the side of his head! Blood squirts out of Zeus’s skull as he screams in pain! The Nickleman laughs in merriment before taking a bite out of Zeus’s bloody face. Then, The Nickleman throws Zeus back into the ring. ~
Smith: How has Nickleman not been DQed yet?! Or counted out?!?!
Hood: Do YOU want to be the referee who tells Nickleman he’s getting DQed?
Smith: Not at all.
Hood: Well there’s your answer!
~ Zeus is crawling towards the other sides of the ring, his face a bloody mess and a sheet of sweat covering his body. The referee looks on with a queasy stomach as blood leaks all over the ring. The Nickleman grabs the microphone and the OCW Savage Championship belt before walking over to Zeus and placing a firm foot on his back, holding the crawling man still. ~
Nickleman: Hear ye, hear ye…
~ The Nickleman smiles while holding a foot on the back of his competition. He reshuffles his Savage championship on his shoulder as he looks out into the crowd. ~
Nickleman: Some of you may have heard that you have a new OCW Savage Champion….and baby let me tell me first thing….I’m the most SAVAGE OCW champion yet! I’m not a pussy, a prissy, a pushover, or a sissymade bitch like the last Savage champion was. I’m just a fucking Bastard, baby….
~ The crowd boos as Zeus cries out for mercy. ~
Nickleman: But Bastards don’t always have to be the bad guys, right? So I thought I’d give all you fans a little treat. I’ve been tearing through the competition here in OCW for over a month now, and I’m still unpinned and unbeaten by anyone on the active roster. .
~ The Nickleman smirks as the crowd boos. ~
Smith: He WAS beaten by Strader in a triple threat…
Hood: But she’s not on the active roster anymore!
Smith: I think every fan in here would happily trade Nickleman to get Strader back.
Hood: Too bad!
Nickleman: So I just wasn’t sure where I was going to find a real challenge from. I mean, I pulled double-duty at Face Off, beating the brakes off of the Sons of Krayzie and Dylan Thomas all within half an hour of each other- and I didn’t even break a sweat while doing it.
Smith: That’s not true, Nickleman went through hell to get those two victories at Face Off.
Hood: Of course it’s true, because The Nickleman is saying it!
Nickleman: So when I showed up to the arena today I was thinking to myself, ‘Damn…I’m just leaps and bounds above everyone else in OCW….who will I ever find to challenge me for the OCW Savage strap?
~ The Nickleman looks around, as if he were pondering the question, while Zeus struggles beneath his boot. ~
Nickleman: But then, throughout the course of this match I realized something…..I realized that Zeus is actually the toughest OCW competition I’ve faced yet! I mean, he’s the only one who’s ever kicked out of a Devil Hook Drop….
~ The Nickleman tries to hide a chuckle as the crowd boos furiously. ~
Nickleman: This Zeus guy? He’s definitely tougher than Deuce was at Face Off, tougher than CJ O’Donnell was, tougher than Dylan Thomas….so shit, I’m thinking…..why be a paper champion?
Smith: What is he implying here?
Hood: I don’t know where this is going, but I’m excited to find out!
Nickleman: I decided….I’M GOING TO DEFEND THE OCW SAVAGE CHAMPIONSHIP TONIGHT, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW! Zeus is better than anyone else in the back, or at least as good as them- so he has earned this shot!
~ The Nickleman exclaims ‘shot’ as he lifts his boot up from Zeus’s back, only to then curb stomp him in the back of the head! Zeus is KOed, but The Nickleman isn’t done there! The Nickleman casts the microphone and the belt aside before he picks up Zeus’s limp body in a suplex position. Then, The Nickleman rotates Zeus around to have him in a modified Steiner Screwdriver position. Then, the OCW Savage champion hits his own Steubenville Screwdriver, landing on Zeus and making the cover for the pin! ~
1!
2!
3!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... THE OCW Savage Champion and one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions... NICKLEMAN!!!!!!
Hood: What an incredible first defense!
Smith: That wasn’t a defense! That was a joke!
~ The Nickleman laughs like a madman high on crack before he pushes Zeus’s bleeding body out of the ring. The Nickleman grabs the microphone and the Savage championship before ringside assistants rush over to hand him the OCW tag belt and the XWF Supercontinental belt. The referee comes over to raise Nickleman’s hand, but he pushes the ref away and raises the microphone up instead. ~
Nickleman: You all know I’m the OCW Savage Champion and the OCW tag champion….I mean shit, you just watched my first defense of the belt!
~ The crowd boos furiously. ~
Nickleman: But just a few days ago I also won this pretty little thing…I like to call her ‘Connie’...
~ The Nickleman gestures towards the XWF belt.
Nickleman: In order to win this belt, I had to do something that none of you fucking losers ever could….I had to beat the dogshit out of Peter Vaughn. And baby, let me tell you…that match wasn’t even as close as tonight’s Savage defense! But still, it’s worth noting…because everyone in the back knows that Peter Vaughn used to be their daddy. But now, on the one-year anniversary of the Great Purge, it’s pretty clear there’s a new daddy in town…….
~ The Nickleman looks out into the crowd with a sick grin as they stare back at him with rage. ~
Nickleman: HE’S THE NICKLEMAN, BABY, AND HE’S COMING TO GET YOU! YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
~ The Nickleman shrieks like a banshee before just chucking the microphone out into the crowd randomly. The Nickleman stares down at the blood on the mat with a smile before exiting the ring and walking up to the ramp, ignoring the fans and talking to this championship belts as he leaves the scene. ~
Smith: Does he just come around to ruin our shows or what? Geez. I don’t think he even wore a Halloween costume today?
Hood: What are you talking bout Smith? Of course the champion is wearing a Halloween costume!
Smith: Oh yeah, and what is it?
Hood: OCW’S WORST NIGHTMARE!
~ The lights in the arena go down a spotlight shines down on Belvedere. ~
Belvedere: Our First Match is scheduled for one-fall... introducing first...
~ The opening cords of Meteor By SLATYDOG begins to play. the the first lyrics. ~
~ RETURN BACK UP INTO THE SKY AGAIN. ~
~ Moonlight Rose is illuminated by spotlight on the ramp. The purple and black cape waving behind her as she walks to ring. she high fives a couple fans on her way down to the ring. she climbs onto the apron and to the top turn buckle. which cues Belvedere. ~
Belvedere: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan now residing in Toronto Canada. She is Professional wrestling royalty. she is OCW's Super Hero. she is... MOON... LIGHT... ROOOOOOOOSE.
~ She hops off the top and is checked by Tuff as she Jamie Blankenship. ~
Belvedere: And her opponent...
~ The instrumental version of “Rape Me” by Nirvana starts to play as Jamie Blankenship comes out from behind the curtain. ~
Belvedere: Weighing in at 170 pounds hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio... JAMIE BLANKENSHIP!
~ He makes it down to the ring where Tuff checks him out like Rose. He calls for the bell.~
~ DING DING DING ~
~ Jamie starts with a tie-up position with Moonlight Rose. He turns it into a hammerlock and pauses for a moment with a smile on his face before he fires a roundhouse knee to her ribs. ~
Smith: Some vicious kicks from Jamie!
Hood: I hope this isn’t going to be one of those Kung Fu kick flicks. He’s lucky that Commissioner Strader is giving him this chance.
~ Blankenship pushes Rose into the ropes hoping to land a clothesline, but Moonlight ducks and pops up behind Blankenship. ~
Smith: The one thing you are not gonna be prepared for is Rose’s speed.
Hood: I feel that is racist, Smith. I know Knifey’s pills are keeping you from twitching, but maybe like Ambien making Roseanne a racist, these Knifey pills are doing that to you.
~ Jamie turns around only to watch Rose lift off her feet with a jumping calf kick, sending him into the corner. Jamie tries to bounce out of the corner but is met with a running knee to the face, sending him back in. Rose isn’t gonna give Jamie another chance, and starts to fire knees and low kicks while Jamie is trapped in the corner. ~
Smith: Moonlight Rose firmly in control! Looks like she wants to right the ship after FACE/OFF.
Hood: Man, Ball Ball was too good to lose last Sunday!
~ Blankenship catches Rose as she goes for another running knee. Blankenship has Rose up in a cradle and slams her down onto her side with a lot of power. Blankenship steps back trying to put some air back into his lungs after suffering that barrage from Moonlight Rose. ~
Smith: Jamie fighting back, hoping to have his suspension lifted.
Hood: Yeah, the Boss Lady isn’t playing favourites!
~ Jamie waits for Rose to get up and rushes at her with a rolling clothesline, but Rose ducks. Rose spins around waiting for to catch Jamie coming off the ropes, but she doesn’t expect for him to springboard off with a crossbody. But he has too much speed coming with the move and Rose is able to roll through and end up on top of Blankenship. Before Blankenship can react, Rose leaps high in the air and drives both knees into Blankenship’s ribs.
Smith: Whoa, I'm very impressed with what I'm seeing here!
Hood: Everything impresses you.
~ Rose is like a pitbull as she stays on the attack by dropping those sharp elbows into the rib area of Blankenship. Blankenship rolls over trying to cover up but Rose wisely steps back and nails a vicious looking punt kick to Jamie’s ribs. Rose stays relentless and jumps on Blankenship’s back locking her legs around the wounded ribs of Jamie. Rose is throwing punch after punch to the ribs while she has him locked in her legs. ~
Hood: Wow…I would love to have her wrap her legs around my…
Smith: Moonlight Rose showing that her speed has the ability to stay one step ahead.
~ Even though he is taking tons of abuse, Blankenship is slowly working his way back to his feet. Showing some incredible strength, Blankenship is back on his feet and Rose reaches up for that sleeper hold. Blankenship, sticks his head under the top rope and quickly drops down, using his hands to protect his neck. Rose does not have the same luxury, as her neck gets draped on the top rope. You can see Blankenship is having trouble breathing as he gets up and stalks Rose. Rose, holding her neck, is up to one knee and Jamie doesn’t waste any time as he wraps her up and throws her over his head with a picture-perfect belly to back overhead suplex. And you can tell that extending on the toss has put some extra stress on those ribs. Jamie rolls around in pain, but keeps an eye on Rose. Jamie slowly starts to pull himself up on the ring ropes. You can see that Jamie is pissed that Rose has put him through so much pain. Blankenship grabs Rose and wraps her up in a bear hug, but Rose is not gonna let that slide as she is firing knees to those injured ribs. ~
Smith: Jamie has a good hold on her, but Rose is brutal with those knees!
Hood: I don’t know, I think the little Asian lady has this.
~ Jamie’s ribs are taking a lot of punishment as Blankenship is trying to position himself by the turnbuckle. And with blinding speed, almost matching Rose’s own, Blankenship drops down, letting Rose go face-first into the turnbuckle top. The Faithful flinches as the OCWtron shows the sickening replay of Rose’s head and neck snapping back before she hits the mat. Blankenship quickly pounces on Rose, locking a front headlock and lifting her up. Blankenship goes from the headlock and starts to fire knees into Rose’s face. But with each shot he is causing himself pain in those ribs. Blankenship scoops under Rose and brings her down with a fireman’s carry. But as he lifts up to drop an elbow onto her face, Rose rolls up with both knees. And Blankenship comes down hard on both of his, causing blood to trickle from his mouth. Blankenship hops up holding his ribs and is really having a hard time to get air. Rose wisely uses this as a chance to get herself some air and back on her feet. Blankenship rushes in and tries to take Rose’s head of with a running clothesline, Moonlight ducks and waits for Blankenship to turn around…PELE KICK!!!! Blankenship is in a daze as Rose nails him in the midsection…SLINGSHOT DDT!!!! Rose goes for the cover and Tuff is there to count. ~
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2!!
KICKOUT!!!
Smith: Rose almost had’em! Just needs to stay on the attack!
~ Blankenship rolls over to all fours as Rose hits the ropes and leaps in the air. She seemingly hangs in the air for a moment before extending her legs and nailing a drop kick to the ribs. ~
Hood: And I’m not going to lie…Jamie isn’t gonna be back to work anytime soon. The Boss lady is PROUD and STRONG and will only accept the same of the roster.
~ Rose picks up Blankenship and fires him face-first into the corner, before Blankenship can bounce out of the corner…Rose rams him face-first into the turnbuckle. Using her burst of adrenaline, she lifts Blankenship up on the turnbuckle post. Moonlight nails a few more shots to the ribs before ascending the turnbuckle. She gives the cue before locking her arms around Blankenship’s waist and flipping through. ~
Smith: SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!!!
~ Blankenship’s back hits the canvas hard on impact. ~
Hood: DAMN!! Did you see the way his body nearly folded on impact?!
~ Rose slumps back into the corner, trying to rest her back for a moment. ~
Smith: Moonlight Rose looking to prove to everyone the loss to Ball Ball was a fluke!
~ Rose steps back and comes off the ropes. She comes off and pauses right in front of Blankenship and nails a spinning leg drop. Rose rolls up and measures Blankenship. Blankenship gets on all fours and Rose nearly takes his face off with a picture-perfect soccer kick to the face. Rose quickly spins around Blankenship as he snaps up. Rose hooks Blankenship up in an inverted front facelock while he is still on his knees. She lifts up and plants Blankenship onto the mat with a vicious reverse DDT!! She forces an elbow into Blankenship’s face and goes for the top rope and leaps off with OTK(corkscrew moonsault) and makes the pin.~
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3!!!!!!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... MOONLIGHT ROSE!!!!!!
~ Instead of Rose’s music hitting, “Just A Girl” starts to play as Victoria Strader walks out on stage with a microphone in hand. ~
Smith: Uh-oh, looks like you were right, Hood.
Hood: Be good for you to remember that.
Victoria Strader: Congratulations, Moonlight Rose. You are well on your way. Jamie, you are well on your way to... the Unemployment line. Not even bothering to show up in Quebec City for your scheduled Massacre match, and you didn’t even bother to promote your match for tonight, so you have left me no choice but to keep the indefinite suspension in place. I will be discussing with the Board of Directors how to move forward. Get the hell out of my ring!
~ Moonlight has made her way to the back, and Blankenship doesn’t look very happy, and Hood is laughing as Victoria walks behind the curtain, leaving Jamie to make the walk of shame. ~
Hood: Seems The Commish only wants the proud and strong in OCW.
Smith: She definitely wants OCW to be on top of the many wrestling promotions out there, and that can’t be achieved when people don’t give it their all, Hood.
Hood: This is a Strader I like.
Smith: Not something that happens all that often.
~Static pulses across the screen. The static pulses to darkness. Then a voice is heard as a song begins. ~
All consuming fire burn.
Lord ignite the rage.
Flowing through me.
Hear your spoken words.
Consume me oh Lord.
Release my selfishness.
We hold this unto you.
We battle through our days of irony.
Close your eyes.
Yet we never felt an ounce of pain.
Until now.
~As the words “Until Now”, are heard the darkness flickers to a shot of a Rorschach mask hanging on the arm of the chairs. ~
Static.
~ The static pulses to a fireplace with a family sitting around it. The camera pans to the faces of the family and reveals they are all mannequins. ~
Static.
~ A leather vest with a “Shieldmaidens” logo on it lays on a wooden floor with blood dripping onto the main rocker. ~
Static.
~ Cut to a calendar hanging on a dilapidated wall. The calender is sitting on September 2018. ~
Static.
~ Cut to a picture of former OCW Wrestler Siobhan laying on her back unconscious in the ring. ~
Static.
~ Boots walking across a wooden floor, the shot pans up to a massive figure covered in darkness. A photo falls from his hand. The shot moves to the photo, and it is one of Crash Rodriguez and his child. Fire burns the photo until only Crash’s face is seen. ~
~ A boot stomps the photo, snuffing the slams out. ~
~ Static cuts through again and fades away back to the commentary table. ~
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a NON-TITLE match... Introducing first weighing in at 175 lbs, and he is the current OCW Craze Champion... HARMON “HARMONY” EGAN!!
~ A pair of black-rimmed eyes open up on the main screen as the arena is bathed in white and the song starts its opening beats. When the song comes to its crescendo the white light is intermixed with violet whirling lights as the main screen shows shots of Harmony in action intermixed with flowing Rorschach inkblots. Harmony appears at the top of the ramp and books it to the ring, sliding in under the bottom room "Edge style" and crawling to the camera at mat level. He shoots the camera a confident smirk and kips up to his feet, ready for action. ~
Belvedere: And his opponent... weighing in at 255 lbs hailing from Lakeland, Florida... “THROWBACK” STEVE BLACK!!!!!
~ A hush comes over the arena as the first notes of "Hip to Be Square" by Huey Lewis and The News begins blasting throughout the arena. The fans stand to their feet and begin to boo loudly as "Throw Back" Steve Black walks out onto the stage, waving and giving thumbs up to the fans in every direction. His manager, Lonnie Smith, follows him but keeps his distance. Steve is all smiles as he walks down the entrance ramp toward the ring. He sees a fan giving him the middle finger and responds by putting his index finger up and shouting, "I'm #1!!". Both Steve and Lonnie walk up the ring steps and enter through the middle rope. They do the Top Gun windmill high five before Lonnie rolls out of the ring and Steve flexes to the dismay of the crowd, though he cluelessly thinks they're in full support of him. ~
~ DING DING DING ~
~ The two men circle each other, waiting for one another to attack first. Black lunges in, but Harmony reverses and puts him in a hammerlock. He twists Black's arm harshly, but Black breaks out with an elbow strike. Harmony staggers back and then gets knocked into the ropes by a roundhouse kick from Black. Black goes in, but Harmony hits a low kick and takes Black down with snap suplex. He then wraps Black's left arm up with his legs, grabbing Black's left wrist with both arms and twisting it violently. Black is struggling in pain. ~
Smith: That looks like Ouch-Time!
Hood: Ouch-Time?
Smith: I’m sorry, did I stutter?
~ Black grabs a hold of the bottom rope for dear life and Harmony is forced to let go by Gruff. He gets Black up to his feet, but Black counters with some elbows to Harmony's stomach. Black backs up Harmony a bit and then mows him down with a clothesline. Harmony gets back up, and Black takes him back down with another lariat. Harmony is back up to his feet almost immediately and Black telegraphs a dropkick, but the Harmony holds back. Black lands on the mat, and then Harmony puts Black's legs underneath his arms. He steps over to his right, putting Black on his belly. Then Harmony bends down at the knees and wrenches Black's legs backwards, putting him in a vicious Boston Crab. ~
Smith: Oh man! Gruff is down there to see if Black wants to tap out...
Hood: Harmon has made a large chunk of his opponents tap out before becoming our Craze Champion.
Smith: Every man has his limit.
Hood: Black is fighting for that bottom rope again, and he's so close.
Smith: Wait! Harmony is dragging Black back to the middle of the ring!
~ Black, however, manages to escape due to Harmony letting up on the hold a bit. Black turns on his back and gets one leg free. He smashes it into Harmony's back, which sends him into the turnbuckle. Harmony turns around, but is met by lefts and rights from Black. Black then slams his shoulder into the Harmony's midsection. Harmony doubles over a bit, and Black puts Harmony in a front facelock. He turns 180 degrees and suplexes Harmony into the turnbuckle! ~
Smith: Good God! Harmony was almost broken in half!
Hood: The RINGPOST almost broke in half!
~ Black hooks the leg... ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Smith: Harmony has still got a lot of fight in him, but that sure did leave a mark.
Hood: A win over the champion in a non-title is an excellent reason to get rewarded a title shot in the future.
~ Black gets Harmony up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Harmony comes back and Black tries for a flowing belly-to-belly suplex, but Harmony puts his leg around the back of Black's, then unleashes headbutt after headbutt on Black. Harmony wraps Black up in a facelock and plants him into the mat with a DDT. Harmony covers and Gruff is down ready to count. ~
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2!!
SHOULDER UP!!!!
Smith: Barely a two count there, I think Harmony was going for the surprise pin.
Hood: Steve Black DOES look surprised! So... success?
~ Harmony gets Black up to his feet and hits some knee strikes, and then tosses him into the corner. Harmony goes into the opposite corner. He runs at Black, leaping high into the hit, and hits a huge corner splash. Black staggers out a bit, and Harmony tries a belly-to-belly suplex of his own, but Black blocks it and hits a head-and-arm suplex, smashing Harmony into the corner! ~
Smith: Turnbuckles are a valuable commodity in this match-up!
Hood: That’s just good ring awareness, using all of it to his advantage!
~ Harmony is up to his feet though, as Black catches his breath for a moment. Black lands a right punch and then follows up with a stiff kick to the side of Harmony. Black locks up with a facelock, putting Harmony's arm over his head. He lifts Harmony up vertically, but Harmony quickly slips out of it and lands on his feet right behind Black. Harmony lays into Black with big elbow strikes to the back of Black's head, then hits Black with a huge backdrop suplex. ~
Smith: Black crashes hard!
Hood: Craze champ using the element of surprise it seems.
~ Harmony flies off the turnbuckle and lands perfectly for a top-rope legdrop. Harmony covers quickly and Gruff is slapping the mat like Thad slaps Sahara’s ass. ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!!
~ Harmony, getting a little frustrated, gets Black to his feet. He sends him into the ropes and then hits a HUGE twisting spinebuster on Black. He covers again. ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!!
~ Harmony slams the mat with his fist and then mounts Black, laying into him with rights and lefts. But, before Harmony can get on a roll, Black pokes Harmony's left eye and Harmony backs off. Black rolls to the ropes and uses them to get up. Harmony gets his vision back, which is only fair considering he’s a mute, but only to see Black ascend to the top rope and hit Harmony with a powerful missile drop kick. Good thing he didn’t go for his patented knee cause the dumbass would’ve missed it. Black covers. ~
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2!!
KICKOUT!
Smith: Neither man is willing to give up, Hood!
Hood: The Craze champ has proven he’s PROUD and STRONG. Now “Throwback” Steve Black looks to do the same!
~ Black gets Harmony up to his feet and slams his forearm into Harmony's face. Harmony gets tossed into the turnbuckle, then immediately put on the top. Then Black climbs up onto the middle rope and then hooks Harmony up in a facelock. He puts Harmony's arm over his head and grabs Harmony's tights. He lifts him up, over, and slams him down hard to the mat below. ~
Smith: Picture-perfect vertical suplex, from “Throwback” and Harmon Egan looks like he’s in trouble!
~ Black hooks the leg... ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!!
~ Black is flustered even more and lays down a few stomps on Harmony. He goes into the ropes and comes back with a springboard moonsault, landing perfectly. He covers... ~
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2!!
KICK OUT!
~ Black slaps the mat in frustration and then gets Harmony to his feet. He sends him into the ropes and tries to connect with a roundhouse onto the oncoming Harmony, but Harmony ducks underneath and wraps up Black's arms from behind and slams him to the mat with a full-nelson slam! Harmony covers... ~
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3NO!!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Smith: Close call there!
~ Both men are very much fatigued, as Harmony gets Black up to his feet. Harmony nails a right hook and slams Black face first into the turnbuckle. Harmony lets out a little frustration by landing some kicks into Black's midsection. Harmony steps out for a bit, and makes a charge. Black drops to his knees and rolls out of the ring. Harmony halts at the turnbuckle and uses his hands motioning Black to come back in. He can’t yell afterall. You insensitive jerks! ~
Hood: Smart move by Steve Black, which isn’t something said when talking about “Throwback”.
Smith: Clearly what Black has been doing won't keep the Craze Champ down!
Hood: Maybe, just maybe, it’s Black’s plan... naw.
~ Black slides back into the ring and Gruff keeps them separated for a moment. He tells them to go at it and Harmony charges, his first mistake. Black lands a vicious kick to Harmony's left knee and then follows up with a devastating right hook to Harmony's face. Harmony falls to one knee and Black goes for another punch, but Harmony dodges it rolling to the side and getting to his feet. ~
Hood: Black avoiding falling into Harmon’s submission. Weird seeing him act so... smart.
Smith: Yes, once Harmony gets it lock on, it’s game over. Ask Easton Alexander!
Hood: I’m not asking that kidnapping trash anything.
Smith: Wait, is Black up to?
Hood: OH shit! Brutal roundhouse kick from Black to the champ!!
~ Black makes a quick cover... ~
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2!!
3 -- NO!
Hood: WHAT! THAT WAS A THREE!
Smith: He got his foot on the bottom rope, Hood.
~ Black gets into Gruff's face and begins to argue. Gruff doesn't back down and Black gets even more frustrated. Harmony gets Black wrapped up from behind and hits a massive release german suplex. Black smashes into the mat. ~
Smith: What elevation!
Hood: I’ve seen more... elevated... yeah, that’s it.
Smith: Then why isn't Black getting back up right now? Huh?
Hood: I don’t know, why don’t we ask your mom why she won’t get off her back?!
~ Harmony rises. Harmony then moves over to Black and gets him to his feet. Egan stands face-to-face with Black, and then scoops Black up onto his shoulder, as if to go for a running powerslam. He then slides Black down so that they are locked in an inverted belly-to-belly position and reaches up, grabbing Black's closer leg.
Smith: It looks like Harmony is bent on finishing this once and for all!
Hood: PROUD AND STRONG!!
~ Harmony brings Black's leg in, hooking their farther leg in the process to cross them for leverage. Harmony then drops to a seated position, pushing down on Black's crossed legs to add momentum, and spikes Black to the mat on the top of his head with a brutal piledriver. ~
Smith: What a piledriver from the champ!!
Hood: Steve Black will at least have a reason for being an idiot now.
~ Harmony covers Black, and Gruff happily counts. ~
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3!!!!!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner... OCW CRAZE CHAMPION HARMON “HARMONY” EGAN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Smith: That was a very fun match, Hood.
Hood: Never doubt a friend and ally of the Brotherhood of Bastards, Smith. You should know this.
Smith: And you should shut your mouth.
Hood: I’m going to pretend that was Chinese for “I’d love to buy you a sandwich, Hood.”
Smith: Sometimes I really hate you, man.
~The shot opens up to Sahara standing backstage on her phone. The crowd begins booing at the sight of the Transatlantic champion. Sahara looks up at “Marvelous” Mike Mason steps into the frame. She smirks, but takes a step back and readies herself for a fight. Mason holds his hands up as an international sign of not wanting to fight. The tension in Sahara’s body eases at the belief that Mason isn’t coming to attack. ~
Mike Mason: Easy, girl. I’m not here to fight. I know you don’t think I deserve a TransAtlantic championship match, and while that thought it as wrong as your choice in shoes to match your outfit, I can respect your right as champion to make that judgment call.
Sahara: What exactly is this about Mason? What do you want?
Mike Mason: I just wanted to give you something.
~Sahara tenses up again, ready for a fight, which makes Mason smirk. Mason reaches into the inside pocket of his maroon sports coat and pulls out a piece of folded-up paper. Mason hands it over to Sahara, who begrudgingly accepts it. ~
Sahara: What is this?
Mike Mason: My resume of course.
~Sahara unfolds the paper and looks at it a bit confused. ~
Sahara: This is just a list of names.
Mike Mason: Yes, names of people I have beaten. Annnnnd, unlike when you list a bunch of people, I actually have beaten those people.
~Sahara scoffs, crumbles the paper up, and throws it at Mason. Mason lets the paper hit his chest and fall to the ground. ~
Sahara: Mike, you haven’t proven a damn thing in OCW. Get on my level before you challenge.
~Sahara turns and begins walking away when Mason shouts “SAHARA!”. She stops and turns around, pulling her TransAtlantic championship belt off, ready to use it as a weapon. ~
Mike Mason: Oh, Sahara, I’d never sneak attack a woman.
~Sahara stays ready for a fight, not lowering the belt or taking her eyes off of Mason. ~
Sahara: I’m not sure there isn’t much you wouldn’t do Mike.
Mike Mason: No, I hire people to do it for me.
~Suddenly, four women attack Sahara from behind. The first lands a hard forearm on the back of Sahara’s head staggering her forward. The same woman moves in for another attack, but Sahara spins around and levels her with the TransAtlantic championship belt. Another one grabs Sahara’s arm with the title as another grabs the other arm. The fourth woman moves in but Sahara kicks her in the face as she gets closer.
~ Sahara pulls her arm free and punches the girl holding the belt in the head. Sahara turns to hit the other girl with the belt but as Sahara does Mason grabs her in a full nelson. Sahara tries to wiggle free, but Mason is too strong and has the element of surprise. ~
Mike Mason: COME ON, WHAT AM I PAYING YOU ALL FOR!?!
~One of the girls lands a front roundhouse kick to the stomach of Sahara. Mason holds Sahara up while the three women maul her. Once Sahara has weakened Mason throws her to the ground. The three women kick and stomp on Sahara until she is left laying out on the ground. ~
Mike Mason: ENOUGH!
~Mason grabs the TransAtlantic championship off of the ground and walks slowly over to Sahara’s body. Mason squats down over Sahara’s head and pulls her chin up so she can see him. Mason holds onto Sahara’s chin and begins speaking. ~
Mike Mason: Your challenge for a non-title match next week, IS NOT ACCEPTED! If you want revenge, you’re going to have to put your title on the line. I’m a high-stakes-only player.
~Mason drops Sahara’s chin and stands up before dropping the TransAtlantic title on her body. “Come on ladies” Mason says as all four moves around him. Mason puts his arms around their shoulders, two women on each side. Mason begins heading down the hallway with his harem of hit-women as the shot fades out. ~
Smith: Our next match is an Outsider’s Iron Man Match, but it seems since after finding the OCW Arena in not ideal conditions, The Commissioner Victoria Strader refused to allow this match to happen here.
Hood: Honestly, can you blame her? This place was fucked and took days to get it repaired after Lord Allton let Outsiders into the building.
Smith: I don’t blame her. So this match is taking place in the Outsider’s yard not too far from the OCW Arena. Former President Dean is waiting for us to send it over to him and his secret broadcast partner! Dean, it’s all yours!
~ The OCWtron lights up showing the Outsiders yard for the Faithful in attendance at the OCW Arena, and the broadcast switches our screens to the Outsiders location. Former OCW President and Owner Dean is sitting near the shitty looking ring and MARCUS WELSH sits beside him. “the Crooked Man” Crash Rodriguez and OCW Minority Owner Mike Zybala are in the ring waiting for the bell. ~
Former Prez. Dean: Marcus, welcome to the YARD!
Marcus Welsh: Man, I should’ve just fired the Straders...
Former Prez. Dean: Hey, we all lose ownership of OCW at one point or another. You’ll be fine. You could be Poblano scrubbing toilets.
Marcus Welsh: So, what are the rules to this ridiculous match?
Former Prez. Dean: Match starts out with five minutes on the clock. Two minutes get added on for every pin, submission, and DQ. However, well this match usually goes on until it’s finished, the new boss over at OCW has given us a twenty-minute time limit.
Marcus Welsh: I would send Victoria a thank you muffin basket, but I can’t even afford a cup of NOT Mcdonald's coffee.
Former Prez. Dean: Greg isn’t working?
Marcus Welsh: Greg left.
Former Prez. Dean: I’ll introduce you to Marcy The Headmistress after.
Marcus Welsh: My Proud and Strong Veronica already introduced me. Let’s just get this stupid match underway.
~ Juff the referee sent down by Victoria can hear the request since it is a backyard. He calls for the bell. Which is just Dean saying “DING DING DING” ~
~ DING DING DING ~
~ Crash starts to move in waving his arms a little low. Zybala moves around, shifting his arms up to lock up with Crash. Rodriguez quickly makes a fake to lock up and hooks Zybala’s leg and forcing him to the ground. Crash moves around Zybala in amateur wrestling fashion quickly rolling and locking Mike into a Headlock. Zybala quickly unhooks the side headlock and locks in his own hammerlock. Crash smirks, barrel rolling through and gripping Zybala's leg and moving to a vertical base lifting and smashing the leg/knee in a knee smash. Zybala holds his knee as he scurries to the ropes climbing up them looking at Crash as he smirks and wipes his lip. Mike still grunted being caught a little off guard on Crash mat wrestling ability, but regains himself and is now more prepared for the grounded work. Zybala starts walking along the ropes eyeing Crash who was ready for another lock up. Zybala kept one leg out and one leg back as he moved in, ready to counter a leg takedown. Zybala and Crash lock up quickly, Zybala shifts to a side headlock. Rodriguez hooks Zybala's leg and pulls him up and drops the man across his knee in a back breaker. Zybala quickly gets away grabbing the ropes and getting to his feet once again calculating Crash a little more.
Time 03:47 minutes
Marcus Welsh: Come on Mike, get this win so I can leave.
Ex-Prez Dean: Oh come on, I can’t smell that bad.
~ Crash grows a grin as he challenges Zybala to lock up again. Mike stretches himself a tad before moving in one again, a different strategy this time around. Crash and Zybala lock up, Zybala however, pulls away from one arm and sends in an elbow shot, knocking Crash back enough to deliver a sharp open hand chop. Zybala twirls now holding Crash in a wrist lock forcing his forearm down on Crash's shoulder. Crash taps at his shoulder before Zybala drives an elbow down on it working on the area. Mike Zybala quickly twists the arm back in a reverse wrist lock causing Crash to move to a vertical base. “Not so crooked now, are you?” Zybala taunts Crash now, having the upper hand. Crash however grunts before falling back to the mat and making a back roll, un-wrenching the arm. Crash quickly gets to his feet and whips Zybala into the ropes. Upon the return Crash drops down hitting a knee drop kick to Zybala, sending him over head and into a crash landing. Zybala holds his knee in pain as Crash quickly capitalizes, grabbing the hurt leg and stomping on it. Crash was relentless with the stomps until Zybala rolls to the ropes getting a rope break from the assault. Crash is pushed back by Juff as Zybala works out his knee looking at Crash, taking note of his assault of his knee. Mike moves off of the ropes and starts to move around again for yet another lock up. Crash is more than happy to let Zybala try and best him again. This time Zybala goes for a test of strength. Rodriguez and Zybala interlock fingers as they smash their chests against each other using a full body attempt to better one another. Zybala is the first to let up, only for the idea of rolling back and launching Crash into a monkey flip. Rodriguez is nailed with the move. The fingers are still locked as Zybala rolls, crossing them and pulling Crash to a seated position and quickly locking in a cross-arm choke making sure to put a knee into the back of Crash. Rodriguez quickly looks for the nearest rope but it seems the move restricted his movement to get to it. Zybala smirks, seeming to have better of the man in this round. Crash losing air makes a quick decision to counter the move the best he could. The former Craze champ starts to get to his feet, Zybala having a hard time keeping him down. Crash at his feet tries to break for the ropes but is pulled back away. Rodriguez feeling a slip up on his left wrist pulls quickly and hard out of the hold, un-twirling himself and speeding forward in a clothesline knocking Zybala to the mat. He rolls up, grabbing the waistband of Zybala’s pants, Juff not seeing it. ~
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3!!!
Marcus Welsh: So, what? One point to Crash and two minutes added on?
Former Prez. Dean: Yep, that’s right.
Marcus Welsh: This is the dumbest match I’ve ever heard of.
Time: 04:03
~ Crash lifts Zybala back to his feet using the arm he had a hold of, quickly shooting in a knee before locking in an abdominal stretch. Zybala’s back and abdomen are contorted as Crash slaps Zybala's chest a few times. Zybala moves around a little almost grabbing the ropes when Crash loosens the hold and pulls him back, placing the man in the center of the ring, applying the hold back to normal. Zybala feels his back being stressed as he manages to unhook his leg and launches Crash with a hip toss driving him to the mat. Mike staggers back a bit before Crash gets back to his feet in time for a nice dropkick from Zybala. Zybala takes hold of his back as Crash pulls himself up again. Zybala moving in hitting a stiff chop. Three chops follow up after the first one before the crooked man is whipped across the ring. Zybala drops down in the center of the ring, Rodriguez jumping over rebounding off the ropes. Crash returns into an arm drag. The Bastard jumps back to his feet hitting Zybala with an arm drag of his own. Zybala gets halfway to his feet and knocks Crash to his back. Zybala tries to make quick cover that is quickly reversed into a roll up. ~
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2!!
3!!!!!
Time: 05:15
Marcus Welsh: Stop getting points adding on time! Just, hide Crash!
Former Prez. Dean: It’s funny seeing how much you hate this. I hope more points happen just to watch you squirm.
Marcus Welsh: I hate you...
~ Both men speed to their feet ready to attack. Crash quickly drops Zybala with a drop-toe-hold. Crash quickly locks in a Boston-Half-crab on Mike, pulling back on the leg. Zybala hollers out in pain. Zybala shifts every which way to look for a rope break but doesn’t find himself close enough. Zybala starts to pull himself closer to the ropes when Crash starts to move away from them. Zybala in frustration grabs Crash’s leg and pulls on it tripping the man forward, giving him time to grab Crash’s foot and get himself to a vertical base. Zybala was going to lock in a leg submission of his own when Crash rolled over onto his back and kicks Zybala back into the ropes. Crash gets back to his feet, Zybala using the ropes to rebound off and comes back at The Crooked Bastard having more momentum, bursting forward and attempting a lariat! Crash ducks under the strong shot and turns to send in stiff chop and punch shots. Crash grabs Zybala and whips him across the ring, The Crooked Bastard makes the rebound and heads back to Crash. Zybala is pulled up in a tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker but Zybala counters with a Hurricanranna! The move sends Crash towards the turnbuckle with the counter! Crash pushes himself to his feet facing the turnbuckle shaking his head in slight dizziness. Zybala charge’s Crash from behind grabbing him in a waist lock and rolling back in a pin. No, Zybala rolls fully through back to their feet in the waist lock! Zybala goes to launch Crash with a German Suplex when He hooks the leg and counters. Crash does a standing switch into his own reverse waistlock and Crash pulls his arm into a half nelson going to launch with the move but is elbowed in the side of the head. Zybala leans forward and arm drags Rodriguez overhead out of the half nelson. Crash runs forward not even looking back to Zybala, meeting the ropes quickly rebounding off them heading back to his opponent. Zybala drops to the ground allowing Crash to jump over. Mike gets to his feet and turns to go after Crash, the mind to connect with a Clothesline when Crash jumps up to the second rope and springboards off...BUT IS MET WITH A SUPERKICK FROM ZYBALA!!!! He covers him!
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3!!!!!!
Time: 6:02
Marcus Welsh: Sonofabitch! Just stop getting points already!
Ex-Prez Dean: HAHAHA this is great!
~ Zybala lets Crash get back to his feet, who staggers a little holding his head, but he’s okay. Not his first superkick, nor his last! The two enter a lock up, Zybala with the slight edge from the dazed superkicked Crash but Crash isn't backing down as the two individuals move around the ring in the lock-up, each hoping to move their opponent onto the ropes. Most of the backing up is done by Rodriguez during this exchange as Mike continues looking to shove his opponent onto the ropes in an attempt to one up Crash and to take the lead. Crash senses this and doesn't allow Zybala to do so, instead making sure to turn away from the ropes just prior to being planted on them. This struggle continues until Mike finally seems to have it and allows himself to be pushed back, only to go between the middle and top ropes so both men fall to the dirt cause this is a fucking backyard! Outlaw mudhole bullshit. Even down the two men keep the lock in and get back to their feet as they now battle it out on the grass in front of the former OCW owners turned commentators. After a bit longer Mike is finally able to catch Rodriguez with his back on one of the ring barricades in the collar and elbow tie-up prior to breaking it and slamming Crash across the chest with a stiff chop. As much as this hurt Rodriguez he comes right back at Zybala with a chop of his own as the two begin to unload on each other on the floor, much to the delight of the crowd. Crash knows that to take it to Zybala. Crash flairs back to hit Mike with a flurry of chops right to the chest. This seems to be effective as Mike staggers back, only for Zybala to suddenly shrug the chops off and nail Crash in the head with a few elbows and leaves him plummeting to the grass and dirt with a brutal rolling elbow that knocks the wind out of the former Craze champ. ~
Time: 02:08
Marcus Welsh: God, please no more points.
Ex-Prez Dean: Don’t forget about DQs to add time, Mike!
Marcus Welsh: Really? Man, you are a dick.
~ Mike smirks at Crash who is holding his jaw in pain. Rodriguez doesn't return this at all and just tries to regain his composure as Mike grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Back into the ring Crash is rolled in by Mike as he gets in as well and goes for a quick cover. ~
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FOOT ON THE ROPE!
~ Rodriguez may be hurt, but he isn't stupid about wasting his energy which is shown here. Zybala doesn't seem concerned by this at all as he stands up, hoisting Rodriguez up with him, and places Crash into a front face lock. Mike moves away from the ropes towards the center of the ring, before going to lift Rodriguez up for a Vertical Suplex. Showing that he isn't that weakened yet, Crash nails Mike with a knee to the face to stop this and pulls himself free of the front face lock once he is set back on the ground. Thinking quickly The Crooked Bastard decides to hit Mike with a single leg takedown while he is dazed, making sure to grab Mike's hurt leg. Rodriguez can't manage to do anything once he has Mike down however, as Mike uses his free left leg to shove Rodriguez off into the ropes while he gets back to his feet in a hurry. Not wanting to waste this opportunity to take an advantage, Rodriguez rebounds off the ropes back at Mike who gets to his feet. Even though Mike sees Rodriguez coming he is caught off guard by Crash suddenly jumping up onto Mike with a Lou Thesz Press. Both individuals go down onto the mat with Rodriguez on top momentarily, only for Mike to suddenly roll over on top of Rodriguez as he swiftly adjusts to his situation. Rodriguez can't seem to believe the speed of Zybala on the mat as Mike immediately sits up. Zybala is able to gets Crash in a Front Guillotine Choke. ~
Time 00:23
Ex-Prez Dean: Mike needs to get a point or it’s over soon!
Marcus Welsh: PLEASE DON’T GET ANYMORE POINTS!
~ What Mike didn't account for was Crash expecting this move from Mike at some time in the match, which in turn halves the time it takes Rodriguez to move so he can put a foot on the ropes and have Juff tell Mike to break the hold. Although Mike doesn't want to, he does break the hold and stands up to his feet, only to have Rodriguez grab his right leg once more and rip him off his feet. Zybala does not look amused by this as he knows Crash is going after the leg. This anger leads to Mike trying to hit Rodriguez with strikes, only for Rodriguez to lean back with Mike's leg still held tight so Zybala can't hit him. Seeing this is the case Zybala redirects his energy to moving towards the ropes and getting a hold of them, something that doesn't take him very long as the two competitors were already close to the ropes. When Rodriguez is told to let go of the hold now he decides not to, making Juff start a count but it doesn’t matter as the timer goes off, ending the match. ~
~ DING DING DING ~
Former Prez. Dean: Well, your winner by two points to one... CRASH RODRIGUEZ!!!!!
Marcus Welsh: Thank the lord. I’m outta here!
~ We move back to the OCW Arena where Hood and Smith are falling asleep but Smith feels the camera on him and is suddenly wide awake. ~
Smith: That was quite the match! Wasn’t it Hood?
Hood: *Snoring*
Smith: HOOD!
~ Hood jolts awake, looking around confused before realizing where he is. ~
Hood: Man, I was having the best dream and you ruined it, Smith. Ruined it.
Smith: Well, I’m sorry but the match is over.
Hood: Who won? Don’t tell me the Superkickin’ fool did?!
Smith: Pretty sure it was Crash. We’ll be right folks as it’s time to hear from one of our many sponsors!
~The Big Bifford and Earl the Popcorn Salesman are standing around backstage. The fans pop huge at the sight of Bifford and Bifford smirks a bit when the pop comes and signals to Earl.~
Bifford: You hear that?
Earl: Huge pop.
~Bifford nods his head, looking satisfied. A guy with a catering cart walks by them and Bifford motions for the guy to stop.~
Bifford: Hey can I ask you a question?
~The catering guy nods and Bifford reaches and grabs a few pieces of ham off the cart and begins eating them.~
Bifford: Who the hell is Bob Grenier?
~The catering guy just shrugs and then pushes the cart away as Bifford reaches out to grab more ham. The ham is successfully stolen and the crowd pops again.~
Earl: Huge pop!
~Bifford eats the ham as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Kenny’s Aunt Bella, who might actually be actress Margo Martindale, walk up.~
Bifford: Aunt Bella, did you do what you were supposed to do?
~Aunt Bella nods.~
Bifford: You scared the guys over in the audio truck since they played the wrong song the last time I wrestled?
~Actress Margo Martindale nods at Bifford.~
Bifford: They’re going to play the right one tonight or they know you’ll be sent back there to deal with them?
~Aunt Bella nods a third time.~
Bifford: Nice..
~The demon Bifford summoned as a child grabs actress Margo Martindale by the shoulders and leads her away, leaving Bifford and Earl alone again.~
Earl: You could have just went to the sound truck and told them they missed your memo about the new song..
Bifford: This was a more creative way..
Earl: You didn’t have to send Aunt Bella to threaten them..
Bifford: It was an artistic choice.
Earl: You didn’t have to murder Coolio just because you wanted to change your theme song.
Bifford: I am an artist and the world is my canvas. I have made some non conventional artistic choices, but I stand behind them.
Earl: Coolio didn’t have to die.
Bifford: Yes he did.
~The two men stand in silence. Bifford eats the ham.~
Earl: If you knew what was in that popcorn seasoning..
Bifford: You’d be in jail right now.. Kenny is a lot better at laundry..
~Bifford glares at Earl and Earl glares back at Bifford. The crowd pops and laughs.~
Earl: You’re never gonna find out..
Bifford: Damn you, Earl..
~Bifford looks to the side and sees a woman walk by with a laundry cart. He walks to follow her. She sees him following and begins walking faster, which causes Bifford to start jogging. “Ma’am! Stop! Ma’am! I have a question! Stop! Who is Bob Grenier?” The camera focuses back on Earl who rolls his eyes as the camera zooms in.~
Earl: Redemption story, my ass.. Dude is fuckin’ evil as hell..
~The camera zooms out to reveal that Buffy the Vampire Slayer is standing behind him, having seemingly just appeared there.~
Buffy: Damn right he is.
~ The OCWtron lights up, and Victoria is in Marcus Welsh’s old office, behind a gorgeous mahogany cherry-stained desk, sitting in a high back leather chair with an oil-painting of herself behind the set up. A small grey cat sits to her left on her desk, and her long finger nails gently scratches behind its head, purring away. To her right, the pink velvet bag she has been seen with sits on the desk as well. ~
Victoria Strader: Tonight, I begin to book the card for Rumble in The Bronx, available for purchase on the OCWNetwork for $69.99 November 27th! The main event will be the Rumble itself however we a very YUGE penultimate match as a prelude.
~ Victoria reaches over to the pink velvet bag and pulls it in front of her. ~
Victoria Strader: On November 27th, this gorgeous strap makes it return...
~ Unzipping the bag, she reveals the OCW PARADIGM TITLE! The OCW faithful pop loudly for the return of the Paradigm championship. ~
Victoria Strader: That’s right, the OCW Paradigm, last held by Plethora The Perilous at Carpe Noctem’s The Great Illuminatus Pyramid, is making its return. However, it’s not being added to the championships in play, it’s replacing not one, but two championships. So, at Rumble in The Bronx the OCW Savage Champion, The Nickleman will face the OCW TransAtlantic Champion, Sahara Duke to retire their respective titles and reign supreme as the OCW Paradigm Champion, the official title second to only the OCW Championship held by Steve Wilson aka PIC.
Nickleman, Sahara... I want you both to listen to what I am saying here, I’m done putting up with outside interference. I didn’t fire my aunt for no reason, I fired her because she used outside help. One could argue (but it wouldn’t be very smart to do so) that Sahara did the same thing but let’s be honest, Mrs. Duke gets preferential treatment being the owner’s wife. I will not have this strap tainted by outside interference however, and since it’s not smart to trust a Bastard, or a Duke... all of the Brotherhood of Bastards and ANY Reservoir Dog are banned from ringside. If either one of you win the match due to outside interference you will be suspended. Miss Johnson has put her faith in me to right this ship and so help me God, I am going to do just that. Enjoy your time as champions, because for one of you? It’s all going to end.
~ Victoria leans back in her chair, sneer on her face, as she pets the grey cat sitting on her desk. Suddenly her phone goes off, and she picks it up and her face scrunches up from whatever the notification is. ~
Victoria Strader: How did Zybala get my number? “We were supposed to announce that together”? What? No, we weren’t. You didn’t even know!! I gotta change my number. Welsh was a saint for putting up with this guy!
~ We flip back to ringside to Hood and Smith. ~
Smith: This is huge, Hood! We are saying goodbye to the Savage and TransAtlantic championships!
Hood: Yes, but we all know Sahara is gonna be the new Paradigm Champion after the Rumble in the Bronx!
Smith: Maybe, but The Nickleman has done nothing but win the big matches without any help. The Nickleman could end up being the Paradigm Champion, especially since everyone has been banned from ringside.
Hood: As much as I love the Bastards, this is Mrs. Duke we are talking about here! She defeated probably the greatest CRAZE champion last week, she can do this!
Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening... Introducing first weighing in at 222lbs hailing from Timmins, Ontario Canada... he is a former OCW Champion and OCW hall of Famer... accompanied to the ring by Treat Cassidy... BOB GRENIER!!!!
~ “Where the Hood At” by DMX starts to play as Treat Cassidy and Bob Grenier make their way down to the ring. Bob hands his spliff to Treat and gets in the ring, awaiting Bifford. ~
Belvedere: And his opponent... weighing in at over 450 lbs hailing from the Buckeye State Columbus, Ohio... he is a former TWO-TIME OCW Champion and OCW Hall of Famer... he totally didn’t serve homeless people as quality chicken sandwiches... THE BIG BIFFORD!!!!!!!!!!!
~ “Amish Paradise” by Weird Al starts to play as The Big Bifford makes his way, slowly, to the ring, climbing in the ring pushing the top rope down, he looks at Grenier still not sure who he is and annoyed his threat was listened to by the sound truck guys! ~
Hood: Man, two former champions and hall of fame members! This is how you do a return to the OCW Arena! PROUD and STRONG, Commissioner Vee!
Smith: Suck up.
~ Grenier comes to stand toe to toe with Bifford, having to look slightly upwards to meet his cold, dark eyes. The two men stand silently for a few seconds, before Grenier begins saying something we can’t hear. Scruff calls for the bell, to signal the start of the match. ~
~ DING DING DING ~
~ Both men continue to stand, unwavering, but Grenier continues to speak for a moment, whatever his words, they are irate. Bifford is scowling now at Grenier, and still trying to figure out who he is. Grenier rolls his eyes and takes a step back, and then suddenly lunges with a swift right hook, but Bifford blocks it with a thrust of his arm up. Bifford then returns a punch, staggering Grenier back towards the ropes. Another hook, and Grenier is forced back even more. Grenier responds with a quick jab, and another, and now it is The Big Bifford forced to take some retreating steps. Grenier gets Bifford to the ropes, grabs his arm and whips him to the opposing side, however Bifford plants his massive foot, and swings Grenier around so he’s the one that actually hits the ropes. Grenier comes off, ducks Bifford’s swing and bounces off the opposite side. He collides with Bifford, shoulder to shoulder and both men barely move! Grenier backs up, hits the ropes again, and again the collision leaves both men standing tall. Grenier spits on the canvas, runs to the ropes but Bifford back peddles to hit the opposite ropes. Both men come at each other, and Bifford swings hard, but Grenier ducks and he twists behind Bifford and as the larger man turns, Grenier kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over! With Bifford bent over, Grenier goes off the ropes, comes back with a huge scissor kick, but Bifford stands at the last second and as Grenier turns, Bifford catches him by the throat! ~
Hood: Oh Bobby...
~ Bifford lifts Grenier into the air, but Grenier twists, lands on his feet and again kicks Bifford in the gut. Grabbing him by the head, Grenier hits a swinging neck breaker and finally puts Bifford off his feet. Grenier stands, smirking, but Bifford quickly sits up. Grenier doesn’t waste a moment, and again uses the ropes to come back to hit a sitting drop kick, but Bifford twists to the side and as Grenier lands on his back, Bifford goes to the ropes, uses them to launch off and hit a huge leg drop on Bob Grenier! Quickly, The Big Bifford hooks the leg. ~
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Smith: No way that was going to finish Grenier off!
~ Grenier pushes Bifford off (tries to anyway and gets enough room to get out), and rolls to his feet, and both men lock up and Bifford gets the advantage and locks in Grenier’s head for a Stiff DDT, Bob’s head hits the canvas hard! Bifford follows with a fist drop into Grenier’s stomach and covers him for a pin. ~
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KICKOUT!
Smith: Grenier got a quick kick out!
Hood: Bifford’s trying some quick pins, knowing it allows him a moment’s rest and demoralizes Grenier more. He wanted only main event matches.
Smith: Careful what you wish for is the lesson here.
~ Grenier grabs his stomach and rolls over for the ropes...he begins to stand up but Bifford kicks him back down. Bifford then takes his foot and puts it on Grenier’s throat and begins choking him getting leverage from the ropes. Scruff is there to warn Bifford, who breaks away and kicks Grenier to the outside of the ring. Grenier lands on his hands and knees and Bifford slips out to pick him up off the ground and then lifts him up into a scoop slam and lets Grenier go on the safety rail. Grenier hits his head hard and falls back over. Bifford lifts Grenier up and rolls him back into the ring. Bifford climbs up onto the apron and begins to go over the top rope but Grenier jumps up and jars the ropes, catching Bifford in between the legs...the action is effective, as Bifford’s face goes white and he holds on, sickened. Grenier takes a few steps back and spears Bifford out of the ropes and falls to the outside with him, both landing hard. Grenier grabs his shoulder as it hits the safety rail, and Bifford rolls away, favoring a leg. ~
Hood: Grenier just gained the upper hand with a low blow, of sorts.
Smith: A tactic that could have gotten him DQed, but Scruff is giving both men lots of lee-way!
~ Grenier is the first to his feet, he begins to lift Bifford up but Bifford counters with a thrust to throat. Grenier staggers a little way backwards and Bifford follows up with a big boot, it hits Grenier in the face perfect and Grenier falls backwards smashing the back of his head into a chair that was quickly abandoned by Belvedere. Grenier grabs the back of his head but rolls to his feet quickly, and strikes Bifford once, twice, three times knocking him down. Grenier begins rapidly kicking Bifford in the ribs. He holds Bifford’s arm up and stomps it back down. Grenier rolls back into the ring, he backs up to the opposite set of ropes and goes running and stuns the Faithful with a suicide plancha over the top ropes, catching Bifford off guard and smashing them both into the matted floor surrounding the ring. Bifford's head bounces off the floor and he falls backwards almost unconscious. Grenier stands first, and picks Bifford up (struggling the whole time but weed is like spinach to his Popeye) and somehow manages to rolls him to the inside. Grenier then quickly mounts the steel steps to the apron and then to the turnbuckle. Aiming, Grenier comes off the top with a flying elbow but Bifford gets his knees up. Grenier hits Bifford’s knees and you can hear a crack from his ribs, he bounces back into the ropes holding his chest/mid-section. Grenier coughs roughly as he looks at Bifford with disgust in his eyes, but Bifford returns the look, a small smirk still on his face. Bifford steps in and Grenier follows and they start to lock up, but The Big Bifford grabs Grenier and sets him up in a pump-handle position. Bifford then lifts Grenier up, turns him over and brings him crashing down!
Smith: A varied move from The Big Bifford we don’t see often!
Hood: Grenier is taking everything Bifford dishes out, and isn’t going down!!
~ Grenier lays on the mat in a semi-unconscious state as Bifford drops on top for another cover.
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NO!!!!!!!!!
Hood: Grenier kicked out! What the fuck?!
Smith: Bifford continues to go for the falls, and got closer this time!
~ Grenier pushes himself up but Bifford elbows him in the back forcing him back down. Grenier rolls away from Bifford and pulls himself up with the aid of the ropes. He wipes fresh blood now coming out of his lip and begins circling the ring with Bifford. Bifford jumps into the center first attempting to lock up with Grenier but he moves out of the way and hits a high roundhouse kick knocking Bifford down Grenier follows by lifting Bifford back up whipping him into the ropes, and hits his massive gut with a knee, Bifford falling back. Grenier pulls Bifford back up and whips him into the ropes again and tries catching him lifting him up on his shoulder into a fireman’s carry but can’t and Bifford falls on top of him, making a cover!! ~
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KICKOUT!!!
~ Grenier rolls away as Bifford stands up with a scowl on his face. He manages to kick out Bifford’s leg, causing him to fall onto his back. Grenier grabs both The Big Bifford’s legs and he spreads them apart and leaps into the air and comes down with a knee to the stomach. Bifford rolls over in pain as Grenier backs into the corner motioning with both hands to Bifford to come get some. Bifford starts to stand up and goes running (more a slight jog) at Grenier, but Grenier jumps up onto the turnbuckle and Bifford rams his shoulder into the turnbuckle. Grenier then pulls Bifford to the turnbuckle with him...he grabs him by one arm and the neck and swings off the turnbuckle hitting a swinging neck breaker. The impact is devastating and Grenier takes the advantage with a cover. ~
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KICKOUT!!!!
Smith: Bob is trying everything he can to put the big man down!
Hood: Two former OCW Champions being PROUD and STRONG!!
~ Grenier gets up and pulls Bifford up with him. Grenier puts Bifford’s head between his legs and grabs hold of Bifford’s waist (well, he tries, more the love handles). Grunting, Grenier can’t lift him so drops back with a pedigree instead, and then he tries for another cover. ~
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~ Bifford gets his right foot on the bottom rope!
Smith: Huge impact move by Grenier!
Hood: Smart to think of the pedigree when he couldn’t lift him!
~ Bifford grabs his neck in pain as Grenier begins kicking him furiously. Bifford tries to get up but Grenier kicks him down again, then drags him to be propped on the bottom rung of the ropes in front of the turnbuckle. Grenier backs up and goes running at the turnbuckle and attempts to dropkick Bifford in the face, but Bifford tilts his head to the side and Grenier hits the side of his leg against the turnbuckle. Grenier cries out in pain, and Bifford stands. He grabs a hold of Bob, putting his head between his legs. He nods to the faithful cheering as he wraps his massive arms around Bob’s waist lifting him up and dropping down with the YUGE PILEDRIVER!!!! The Big Bifford covers! ~
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~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... THE BIG BIFFORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Smith: Valiant effort by Bob Grenier but wasn’t enough.
Hood: Not many can claim victory over Bifford, and Bob is another on the long list of people that haven’t!
Smith: Word from The Boss Lady is something special is coming up. So, we’ll head to commercial and when we are back it’s showtime!
Hood: Hmmm... I bet Mr. Duke is here!
Smith: Time will tell!!!!
Hood: YES!
~As one (of many) of Thaddeus Duke’s themes plays throughout the arena, the OCW faithful come alive inside the OCW Arena. A lot of cheers, a lot of boos for the magnanimous megalomaniacal majority owner of OCW.
Hood: Here comes the man!
Smith: Owner he may be, but he’s had some of his power stripped away by the Board of Directors of our parent company, Lions Guard Entertainment!
Hood: Let’s not split hairs, Smith. Thaddy will figure this out and reconsolidate his power in due time!
Smith: Well, in the meantime Victoria is doing a great job in her position and we are trending upwards instead of downwards, so don’t try and fix what isn’t broken.
~Thad bursts through the entranceway wearing a suit, no tie, loose at the collar. On his way to the ring, he makes certain to slap hands with some kids at ringside. ~
Hood: I don’t know why people hate him so much!
Smith: Well… he’s kind of a dick!
Hood: That may be, but at least he stays true to himself! He doesn’t blow in the wind like most! Look at him, big mean Thad that people love to hate, spending time with the young fans of OCW!
~The music fades as Thad enters the ring. Standing in the center, he looks around the cheering and booing masses for several moments before he decides to speak.
Thad: I almost took tonight off.
~He begins, to a raucous mixed reaction.
Hood: The man flew in on the red eye from Hawaii just to make it here tonight!
Smith: He flies private, Hood.
Thad: I couldn’t… not in good conscience. See, I have been accused in the past of not caring about OCW or its roster. I get accused of not paying attention to the goings on if they don’t directly affect me or Lauren… and that’s just never truly been the case.
Tonight is a special night for OCW. As we usher in a new era with new Tag Team champions that may or may not be in my back pocket. A new Craze champion that may or may not be in my back pocket. My incredibly hot wife retaining her TransAtlantic title who is undoubtedly in my back pocket. To the new OCW Champion PIC…
~The mention of the new champion elicits serious cheers from the OCW faithful.
Thad: I’d be remiss though, if I didn’t acknowledge the former champion.
~The cheers for PIC quickly turn into cheers and applause for Outcast.
Thad: That brings me to why I’m out here.
Hood: What’s he planning?
Smith: Your guess is as good as mine!
Thad: There is no one on this roster that exemplifies Proud and Strong quite like Outcast. Look, we all know what he said. We all heard him say that if and when he lost the OCW title that he’d retire from the industry.
~That acknowledgment erupts with some boos.
Thad: Ladies and gentlemen, as the owner of this company it is an honor, and it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you, the newest member of the OCW Hall of Fame… OUTCAST!
~"Existence is Punishment" by Crowbar hits over the PA and the crowd begins to cheer as Outcast steps to the top of the entrance ramp. Outcast looks glassy-eyed as he looks out upon the crowd, a Newport hanging from his mouth and a six-pack of PBR in his hand. Outcast nods his head and walks down to the ring. ~
Smith: Cheers and applause for the great Outcast!
Hood: Outcast is even going old-school with his entrance music tonight.
~Outcast hands a can of PBR to Belvidere, one to Smith, one to Hood, and then enters the ring. Outcast tosses the other three cans to cameramen around the ring. Outcast turn to Thad, and after he and Thad shake hands briefly, Thad hands him the mic and quietly makes his exit leaving Outcast alone in the center of the ring.
Outcast pulls a tall boy can of PBR from his back pocket and holds the can to the microphone so the whole arena can hear him crack it open. Outcast raises the can to the crowd, and then turns with it raised to all the staff at ringside saluting them. The crowd and OCW staff stand to their feet and begin clapping and cheering for Outcast. Outcast shakes his head "no" and then takes a drink. ~
Outcast: OCW… thank you. Thank you for giving this beat-up, run-down, lowlife, piece of sh*t, old man a reason to keep going in life.
OCW FAITHFUL: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
~Outcast shakes his head and takes another swig of his PBR. ~
Outcast: I've lost a lot in this world over the past twenty-plus years, and the way I dealt with my loss, pain, and suffering was to pour everything out in this ring. In doing that I found something new to replace that, and you fans are the ones that gave it to me, and that is a purpose.
You fans gave me something to fight for. All the titles I've held, all the names I've beaten, those aren't my legacy. YOU FANS! THAT IS MY LEGACY, AND YOU ALL BUILT THAT!
~The OCW faithful begins cheering and chanting, "PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO!". Outcast gives a little laugh and chugs the rest of his beer. Outcast throws the empty can into the crowd before lifting the microphone back up to his mouth. ~
Outcast: I've spent over two and a half decades in this ring, and to be honest with you all, I'm tired as hell. It's time for me to go home, put my feet up, and relax. I just want to say one last thing….
~Outcast is cut off as suddenly there is a loud explosion around the ring and the ring post collapse and the lights go out. Outcast falls to all fours and tries to get up as flames engulf the ring on all sides. Outcast throws his arms up to shield his face from the intense heat. As Outcast gets to his feet a massive figure dressed in all black, with a skull mask appears behind him. The masked man slips piano wire garrote around Outcast’s throat and pulls tight. The thin wire slices into Outcast's skin while strangling him. Outcast tries grabbing at the wire and the man's hands but is quickly choked unconscious. The flames shoot hire as another explosion is heard and the broadcast immediately cuts out. ~