Live from some dingy bar next door to a disease infested strip club
Monday, January 20th, 2014
~We open up to an outdoor parking lot facing two buildings which may or may not be connected, it’s pretty much impossible to tell. Both building parking lots are full with average, run-of-the-mill type automobiles. The building on the left has no windows and a bright neon sign out front which reads ‘Nibbles’. A woman wearing heels and a long trench coat scuttles in through the front door immediately confirming out initial suspicious as to the type of establishment that building is. Next door is a local drinking establishment lined with tinted windows and banners advertising daily drink specials. A solid, bright sign at the front reads ‘Bar’ as the owner obviously wasn’t in much of a creative mood when he named his business. Beneath the sign is a cheap, paper banner…much like the kind you’d see a High School Football team run through before a football game. It has the letters OCW drawn on it with today’s date and something about a couple of premier matches along with a big announcement. Honestly, it’s pretty hard to tell because the writing is piss poor. OCW’s ridiculously loyal announcer, Hood, pops up in front of our screen with his back to both businesses~
Hood: Hello there OCW fans…guess what? We scrounged up enough loose change buried in the couches we all sleep on to put together another OCW show! How exciting is that?!
~Hood’s expression drops~
Hood: Yea, I know, not really. Fans, there are times in life when you meet a fork in the road. At this moment, I am facing that proverbial fork.
~Hood turns around and faces both establishments. His hand is on his chin as he weighs both options. Instantly, he takes off for Nibbles. The camera man stands there, taken back at first before chasing Hood down and grabbing him by the arm. Hood turns around, looking annoyed~
Hood: The fuck, Leo?
Leo the High School Intern: Mr. Hood, sir, I’m sorry but shouldn’t we be going into the bar to film tonight’s show?
~Hood pauses, going over the options in his head. Sure, if he went to Nibbles instead of the Bar he’d probably be fired. However, he isn’t being paid anything right now so would it be that much of a loss? Despite his best efforts to prove otherwise, Hood does have a conscience and it is hitting him pretty hard. He finally gives in~
Hood: Fuck! Fuck you, Leo…who hired you anyway? And why are you following me?
Leo the High School Intern: Nobody, sir, I volunteered. I’m an intern.
Hood: Well, if you want to grow up and be a career destroyer, you’ve come to the right place. Come on, let’s go to ‘Bar’…stupid fucking name. How the hell are you going to get in anyways? You look thirteen.
Leo the High School Intern: Seventeen and a half, sir.
Hood: Okay, but if you get busted tell them I tried to sneak you in, that way we are both booted and I can go enjoy this Nibbles joint.
~Leo the High School Intern follows Hood inside the bar as a really cheap, 1970ish graphic appears displaying the letters OCW with the word Addiction underneath it. We slowly fade out and back into a medium sized bar. There is a dance floor in the middle of the establishment. Tonight, however, a wrestling ring has been placed on top of the dance floor. Surrounding the ring are several small ropes, the kind you’d use to tie furniture down in the back of a pickup truck. This is obviously to keep the drunk patrons from interfering. The bar kitchen is closed tonight as that seems to be the ‘backstage area’ with a roped off aisle way leading from the ring to the swinging kitchen doors. There are two bars on either side of the ring with tables around them. A bunch of grown men pack the place as they down bottles, shots, drafts and pitchers of alcoholic beverages. At ringside is Hood seated a top a tall bar stool with a small, round table in front of him. There is a bucket of Coors Light on top of the table as he’s already popped one open. We zoom in on Hood~
Hood: Hello everyone and welcome to BAR!!!!
~Hood points up at the sign~
Hood: See, told ya this place was named ‘Bar’. Anyway, turns out we weren’t thrown out after all. No worries, Dean cut a pretty sweet deal…instead of getting paid tonight, I get all the free drinks I want. So, having said that…welcome to OCW Addiction…brought to you by…
~Hood pauses, realizing they have no sponsors, so he adlibs~
Hood: Coors Light…rocky mountain fresh, brewed in the mountains…see how the mountains turn blue when they are…ah, fuck it.
~Hood takes a long, satisfying gulp from his Coors Light~
Hood: Excellent. Okay, so about tonight…last time you saw us Mario Maurako made a shocking return. During that return, Maurako did everything in his power to bury OCW once and for all. To be honest, I thought we were dead. Dean was in the ring clutching the OCW World Title like a degenerate gambler holding the losing sports ticket in which he wagered every last dollar he owned…don’t fucking judge, it happens okay?
~Hood takes another sizable gulp, perhaps washing away some of the guilt which still lingers from a past Vegas trip~
Hood: Fuck the Luxor. Anyway, Dean was in shambles, I was at ringside shocked at what I had just seen. For starters that Main Event was like two old men jacking off while staring at one another…it was disgusting and pathetic. To make things worse, when I turned around, my three giant ho bags had vanished. Rock bottom, folks…that’s what it is…take note.
~Hood polishes off the bottle of beer and hurls it into a nearby trash can. He twists open another, taking another nice sip~
Hood: Then, suddenly, we caught a break. Maurako’s selfish actions had an unintended result. For the first time in years, OCW caught a little bit of press. As a result, several interesting phone calls were made to Dean’s office, you know, Lurrr’s apartment. One such call was from a wrestling investor of sorts. Don’t ask me why, but this investor decided to back OCW in its quest to climb out of the doldrums of wrestling obscurity and back into the bright lights of fandom. So, here we are at…umm…Bar…to bring you another night of the best OCW has to offer.
~Hood takes another sip and smiles~
Hood: I’ve got a good feeling about tonight, folks…I really do.
~ ‘If you got jack in your cup, go raise it up’ hits the Bar sound system as Hood, in midst of another sip of beer, widens his eyes and gives the camera a thumbs up. This is the beginning of “Comin in Hot” by Hollywood Undead, apparently the new OCW Addiction theme song. The camera shot takes a violent turn towards the aisle way as Leo the High School Intern is obviously working the video recording device this evening. We get a clean shot of the entrance as OCW President Dean is making his way to the ring. He has a nice smile on his face, apparently relieved that another show is going to take place. All the patrons inside this bar pay little to not attention, instead, they are watching a basketball game on a giant big screen hanging from the ceiling. There are a few OCW fans standing near the ropes, they clap as they see Dean walk through the ropes and enter the ring. He’s wearing an old pair of khaki pants with a t-shirt and jacket. He opens the front of the jacket to reveal the OCW World Title around his waist. With a mic already in his hand and the music coming to a close, Dean speaks
President Dean: Relax, relax, it’s not what you think. Ole Dean-o has not nor will he ever name himself OCW World Champion. I just thought it would be for this great, storied title to be one of the first images everyone saw on tonight’s broadcast.
~Dean pats the heavy gold plated front with pride and respect. After a few short moments of basking in the few chants being hurled from the group of about fifteen hardcore OCW fans, he puts on his serious face~
President Dean: Marvelous Mario Maurako…
~Dean pauses, expecting to hear massive boos from the crowd. However, they are all too busy drinking and socializing, aside from the fifteen fans ringside. He sighs and works his magic~
President Dean: I’ve just been informed the bar is out of all kinds of beer and liquor.
~The place erupts boos. It is so deafening that the lens to Leo the High School Intern’s camera shakes. Dean goes along with it~
President Dean: I know, I know, fuck that guy!
~An announcement is made over the Bar PA system that they do, in fact, have plenty of beer and liquor. The boos subside and Dean continues~
President Dean: Last week we took a massive hit from one of our very own. During a main event which, yes, I will admit was fairly subpar…an OCW Hall of Famer entered the ring and cleared the ring of the competitors within it. At that moment, I thought we were saved…that spark we were looking for had arrived. Boy, was I wrong. What took place next absolutely shocked me. For those of you who don’t know Maurako, there’s one thing in his career he’s never attained which eats at him to this very day. That accomplishment is none other than the OCW World Heavyweight Title.
~Dean removes the belt from his waist and hoists it up high. The fifteen OCW fans cheer loudly while several patrons complain he’s blocking the TV~
President Dean: It was a no brainer. Give Mario the title and he would lead us into our next golden age…I…just…knew it. Then, Mario turned his back on all of us. He took the very title he’s longed for more than any other and disgraced it worse than any wrestler in our storied history. In short, it was heartbreaking.
~Dean lowers the title and motions for Leo the High School Intern to come closer. He climbs the ring apron bringing the camera level to Dean. Dean walks up and gets an up close encounter with the lens~
President Dean: Mario, I know you’re going to watch this sooner or later…your ego won’t let you pass up a chance to witness the cleanup of the carnage you left behind a week ago. I want you to listen and I want you to listen good…you will never, ever get a chance to wear the OCW World Heavyweight Title. It has nothing to do with your ability as I’m sure you’re more than capable of attaining this championship via in ring action. Nope, it has everything to do with the fact you are forever banned from wrestling in an OCW ring for the rest of your career.
~Dean glares into the camera for a few moments after making his declaration, attempting to get across the severity of Mario’s actions to Maurako. He then backs away as Leo the High School Intern returns to his previous position~
President Dean: Alright, now that we’ve dealt with the garbage for the evening, let’s get down to the exciting stuff. Tonight, we have…
~Dean is rudely interrupted as “Hypnotize” by Notorious BIG hits the Bar sound system and Cisco Sheppard marches to the ring with an angry expression on his face. Dean is puzzled as he never thought he’d see the day when Cisco Sheppard would interrupt him. Cisco quickly climbs into the ring and receives a mic. He walks right up into Dean’s face and speaks~
Cisco Sheppard: Who the hell do you think you are?
President Dean: Me? Are we being serious here?
Cisco Sheppard: Last week you made me look like a damn fool! I take time out of my busy schedule to help your piece of shit federation attempt to gain viewers and how is my loyalty rewarded? By being embarrassed by some roided up freak who wants nothing to do with this joint in the first place.
President Dean: I think you need to calm down, Cisco. I had nothing to do with what happened last week. Anyway, that’s beside the point…the ‘match’ you and Irvin Hill were putting on last week would’ve put that stupid fucking Energizer Bunny to sleep. The fact is, you were given a shot and you blew it, Cisco. Be thankful you still have a job.
Cisco Sheppard: A job? Are you fucking kidding me? I’d be better washing dishes in the back of this disgusting establishment than I would working for you.
~Both men lower their mics and exchange some heated words. Cisco pulls the mic back to his mouth as he looks Dean up and down~
Cisco Sheppard: You were once a legendary wrestling competitor. You know what the key word in that phrase is? Were…you were relevant, once. Now, you’re an aging man holding on to a stupid dream. You want to make this right? Then I want a match with you right here, right now.
~Dean smiles and takes no time at all to consider Cisco’s proposal~
President Dean: After the week I’ve had…sure, why the hell not.
~Dean drops his mic and places the title on the apron outside of the ropes. He goes to remove his jacket. As he does, Cisco drops his mic and pulls a crowbar out from the back of his pants. He stands in the middle of the ring, ready to nail Dean in the head as soon as he turns around. The fifteen or so fans loyal to OCW at ringside yell at Dean to get out. Dean, however, can’t hear them over the boisterous drunkards filling the place. Dean’s jacket is completely removed as he rotates his neck around, clockwise, loosening up. Slowly, he begins to turn around with Cisco ready to bludgeon him in the head~
Hood: What the?? Dean, get the hell out of there…you can’t let some piece of shit like Cisco make you look like a chump!
~With Dean almost fully turned around, Cisco is ready to strike. Suddenly, a fan shows great agility by leaping over the rope and hopping onto the apron with ease. He flies through the ropes, reaches up and yanks the crowbar from Cisco’s hands as Dean has finally turned around and witnesses the act. Cisco, shocked by the turn of events, looks to see who’s behind him and gets a crowbar shot to the abdomen for his troubles. Cisco doubles over as the fan, dressed in all black with long, black hair, hurls Cisco through the middle rope and to the outside. Cisco lands hard on the wooden dance floor surface. Dean’s mystery savior turns attention towards the OCW Owner and peels the hair back from his face to reveal himself to be OCW’s first ever Light Weight champion, Arryk Rage. The fifteen OCW fans go wild as Dean can’t hide his huge grin. With a hop in his step, Dean grabs his mic and addresses Cisco who is sitting on the outside, holding his midsection in pain~
President Dean: You want a match you little shit? You want to prove yourself? Fine, you’ve got it! You will go one on one tonight against the former HOW World Champion and current HOW Hall of Famer…one of OCW’s newest signees…The Queen of Epicness, Bobbinette Carey!!
~The fifteen fans go wild at ringside, knowing full well how talented Bobbinette Carey truly is. Upon hearing the news, Cisco nods. While not getting what he wanted, he still has an opportunity to prove himself tonight~
President Dean: One more thing, Cisco. If you lose tonight…you’re fired!
~This bit of news changes Cisco’s demeanor completely…he begins to yell and scream, arguing with Dean’s stipulation. Dean tosses the mic at Leo the High School Intern, it nearly slams into the lens as he laughs and tells Cisco he’d better get ready. Cisco disappears back into the kitchen as Arryk exits the ring. Dean watches Arryk head towards the kitchen as well. Wishing to speak more with Arryk, he follows him towards the back as we focus back in on Hood. He has a brand new bucket of Coors Light in front of him~
Hood: You see people? That’s what happens when little bitches run their mouths. Just a tidbit of info for all you little bitches out there.
~Hood takes another sip as something suddenly pops into his mind~
Hood: Oh shit, I almost forgot…Arryk fucking Rage is apparently back…or in town…or a really big fan of obscure strip clubs and bars…either way, he’s in the building folks! For those of you who may not remember Arryk Rage…probably everyone it’s been so damn long. Arryk once upon a time was an innovator in the lightweight, cruiserweight…whatever the fuck you want to call it…he was an innovator in that division. He showed all the smaller wrestlers that you could still compete with the big boys. A multiple World Title contender, the first ever OCW Light Weight champion and a true Hall of Famer in our sport, Arryk Rage is definitely a beast. If he truly is back and in action it can only mean good things for OCW.
~Suddenly our view takes off as Leo the High School Intern heads to the back. Thankfully, we can still hear Hood’s voice~
Hood: Welp, there goes our intern heading to the back for some news. I’m going to guess it has to do with Dean and Arryk…let’s see.
~Leo the High School Intern finally makes it backstage to the kitchen where we see Dean and Arryk conversing next to a fryer which is turned off~
President Dean: Arryk, I just wanted to thank you for saving me out there. I had no idea that little fucker had enough balls to try something like that. It’s really good to see you man, familiar faces are few and far between these days.
Arryk Rage: Cut the crap, Dean. This isn’t some high school reunion. While we do go way back, you and I both know our history is less than rosy. You were the white knight, I was the bad seed. You were the coherent champion, face of the company whereas I was the misunderstood twisted one. We were always at odds with each other often times standing in each other’s way in our quests for glory.
President Dean: Fair enough. While you speak the truth, I maintain that it is good to see you. If for no other reason, the prospects of having Arryk Rage, the first ever OCW Lightweight Champion, back inside an OCW ring is extremely exciting. So, shall we draw up the papers?
Arryk Rage: Not so fast, Deano. While I’d love nothing more than to carve this place up in typical Arryk Rage fashion, the fact remains I’m not in the shape and condition I was back when I helped build this place. As much as you’re going to hate to say this, there’s no in ring future for me here in OCW…not in this era.
President Dean: Okay, so if you don’t like me and you can’t wrestle…why are you here?
Arryk Rage: I caught wind of what took place last week and, like most people, I was shocked to find out OCW was still in operation. When I watched last week’s episode, I was determined to reach out and plea with you to shut this place down…however…then Maurako happened. After witnessing the disgraceful events which took place in the ring at the end of Addiction last week I realized that this place can’t shut down. OCW has to come back and give the new wrestling world a glimpse of something that was once great.
President Dean: I agree with all of that…well, aside from the putting it down pre-Maurako part. Regardless, if you can’t wrestle, how are you going to contribute?
Arryk Rage: I do want to contribute. This place is like a second home to me. I helped build it once. I want to help build it again. Now, while I can’t contribute in the ring, I’m sure there’s something for me in another department.
President Dean: Name it and you’ve got it.
Arryk Rage: Ringside security…with a guy like me down there never again will an idiot like Maurako be able to sneak into the ring and disgrace this once proud federation. You don’t have to pay me anything. All I ask is that I get to bring a weapon of my choosing for protection.
President Dean: Sounds good to me, sucka.
~Dean extends his hand, Arryk refuses to shake it~
Arryk Rage: Just keep in mind that I’m doing this for OCW and OCW only. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better get to work.
~Arryk Rage slaps Dean on the chest harder than Dean would like but with the position he’s in, he chooses to let it go. Arryk heads to the ring with Cisco’s crowbar in his possession as Leo the High School Intern rushes back down to ringside~
Hood: Oh, we’re back? Well, folks…I guess I’ll be calling these matches with the notorious Arryk Rage near me. I just hope he doesn’t try and steal one of my beers…you guys do remember him being a notorious title thief, right? Oh, you don’t? Well, trust me, he was…
~Arryk eyes Hood, Hood responds with a thumbs up. Arryk rolls his eyes and stands near ringside with the crowbar in his hands, ready for whatever may come his way. Hood’s attention suddenly turns to an average looking bar waitress as she steps into the ring with a microphone in her hand. The extremely drunk bar patrons all whistle at her as if she were a 9 when she’s clearly a 5, at best. She blushes and smiles and blows a few kisses, obviously working the crowd for tips. Finally, she speaks~
Lou Bruno (0-0) vs. Razor (1-0)
Average Bar Waitress: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to OCW Addiction! Live from ‘Bar’ a local bar situated in Lubbock, TX. Don’t forget that wells are $2 tonight, domestic drafts are $2.50 and jager bombs are only $4!!!
~The crowd goes wild as the bartender is prepared with several red bulls nearby~
Average Bar Waitress: Aww, you guys are great! It’s time for our first match of the evening…
~”California Love” by 2 Pac begins to play as several Caucasian patrons begin to move and dance to the song as if they were gang bangers from the west coast. Razor, Caucasian himself, emerges from behind the swinging kitchen doors with his aged ring attire on. He has a giant smile plastered on his face…perhaps it’s due to his win last week or maybe he was at the strip club earlier in the day…we aren’t sure one way or the other. He reaches the ring, slides in and flexes for the crowd. They boo as he covers the waitress from their view~
Average Bar Waitress: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, standing 6’3” and weighing in at 230 lbs…he is a former ICWF Intercontinental Champion…Razor!!
~One bar patron yells out to the waitress “I’d shave yer legs!” We’re not really sure why…maybe hearing the name Razor coupled with the exposed, somewhat stubby haired legs of the waitress clicked. Anywho, Razor looks to the fifteen fans ringside and waves, they cheer for the once famous wrestler. “The Godfather Theme” fills the arena causing the patrons to all take turns saying “Give him an offer he can’t refuse”. While they are busy reliving their favorite Godfather moments, Lou Bruno emerges from the kitchen with a Jager Bomb in his hand. Slowly, he makes his way to the ring staring Razor down. Razor, standing in his corner watches the younger, stronger wrestler strut to the ring with confidence. Lou Bruno walks the steps and enters into the ring~
Average Bar Waitress: And his opponent, from…umm…You don’t need to know…hey! That’s kind of rude…he stands 6’2” and weighs 237 lbs...Lou Bruno.
~The Average Bar Waitress exits the ring with mic in hand. Bruno glares at Razor who returns the glares with little emotion spread across his face. Bruno quickly downs his jager bomb and hurls the shot glass at Razor. It smacks Razor in the face, Razor grabs his face in pain. The shot glass falls to the mat and rolls outside the ring…thankfully, for Razor, it did not break~
Hood: Annnnd we’re off…the ole shot glass discus throw…or would that have been shot put motion? Anyway, clever move by the rookie…Razor never saw it coming.
~Bruno walks over and grabs Razor, who is still holding his face in pain. Razor shoves Bruno off of him and throws a few wild punches, still attempting to regain full faculties of his head. Bruno easily dodges the punches and responds with a double axe handle to the back of Razor’s neck. The impact sends Razor to his knees on the mat. He blinks several times and shakes his head, knowing he needs to get his act together if he has any shot of surviving Bruno’s strength. Bruno gets behind Razor and hooks him around the waist. While Razor is on all fours, Bruno lifts him up in the air and tosses him over his head with a German Suplex. Razor hits the mat hard and is left slowly moving on the mat, clearly in pain~
Hood: Holy shit that fucker is strong. Razor isn’t exactly Zeus or Hades…he picked him up from the ground and threw the former IC champ as if he were a cabbage patch kid. Why cabbage patch kid? Because I hated those stupid bald things…as if kids really came from cabbage patches…honestly? People fuck, get over it.
~Bruno slowly makes his way to the fading Razor. Razor is back on all fours, wincing in pain clearly in trouble of losing this match before it ever really got started. Bruno bends over and grabs Razor by the head, readying to yank him to his feet. Razor gets to one knee and nails Bruno in his chiseled stomach with a right hand. Bruno staggers back but hardly looks to be in any pain whatsoever. Razor hits him again in the stomach causing him to stagger back again. Razor gets to his feet with the fifteen OCW fans cheering. He drills Bruno several times in his bald head with the best right hands he’s got. Bruno staggers against the ropes. Razor takes a few steps back, measures Bruno up and rushes for a clothesline. Bruno, however, lunges forward and slams his chest into Razor. Razor goes flying across the ring, getting caught in the ropes on the other end~
Hood: This isn’t looking good for Razor…he hit Bruno with everything he’s got and, well, he may as well have been slamming his fists into a brick wall. I don’t know about all of you…maybe it’s the beer talking…but I’m voting Bruno for wrestler of the year 2014!
~Bruno yanks Razor from the ropes, violently. Razor throws his arms around, trying to get Bruno off of him. Sadly, there is little-to-no strength behind his efforts. He’s already been wasted by Bruno’s strength. Bruno knows he can end this anytime he wants. He stands in the ring, holding Razor by the throat with Razor reaching his arms out, attempting to hurt Bruno. However, Bruno has him far enough where his hands are simply grasping air. Bruno then violently shoves Razor into the nearest corner. Razor hits hard and slumps against the turnbuckles. Bruno rushes in with a huge knee to the gut. Razor slumps even further~
Hood: This guy is fucking mean…I like him…
~Bruno yanks Razor by the chin back to his feet and delivers a couple of vicious elbow strikes underneath his chin, to the neck area. Razor is clearly out on his feet after the beating he’s received in the corner. Bruno leads him out of the corner like a dog. The near the middle of the ring when, out of nowhere, Bruno kicks Razor in the gut and stuns him in the ring! Razor is out, flat on his back with his arms spread out. Bruno looks for a ref, none is to be found~
Hood: Ah fuck…we don’t have a ref, do we? Ref? Anyone want to ref??
~Arryk looks around and sees nobody coming. He rolls his eyes and rushes into the ring with his crowbar, in case Bruno gets any wise ideas. Arryk gets on his knees, ready to count, however Bruno doesn’t move to pin Razor. Arryk looks up at Bruno, confused. Bruno smiles and heads to the corner where he brutalized Razor earlier~
Hood: The fuck is with this guy? Did he lose it and suddenly think he’s a cruiserweight? What was in that fucking jager bomb?
~Bruno reaches the top turnbuckle with Razor still motionless on the mat. He leaps off and drills Razor with a vicious flying elbow to the neck! Razor’s body convulses a few times with him coughing up spatters of spit with some blood mixed in. Bruno stands up and places his foot on Razor’s chest. Arryk, shaking his head at how fucked up Bruno is, goes to his knees and makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings as Bruno removes his foot from Razor’s chest and holds his arms in the air. Arryk exits the ring. Average Bar Waitress finishes serving a tray full of beer and yanks the mic from her pocket~
Average Bar Waitress: Here is your winner…LOU BRUNO!!!!!
~Bruno exits the ring as we see Reid emerge from backstage. He engages Bruno in a brief stare down with Bruno almost daring him to take a shot. Reid’s concern, however, lies with his fallen tag partner in the ring. He dodges Bruno and heads for the ring where he attends to Razor. Bruno heads to the back with The Godfather Theme blaring~
Hood: That top rope move by Bruno is apparently called The Bruiser Bash…fuck what it’s called, that was a hell of a move pulled off by a man of his size. As for Razor…well, the guy was pretty solid back in the day…unfortunately, it appears as though maybe he needs to go get a job at McDonalds or a used car lot.
~The hand of Leo the High School Intern enters into our view, in front of his camera lens. Warrick looks at it and sees a Blackberry setting in his palm~
Hood: I don’t want that piece of shit!
~Leo’s hand presses a few buttons showing a video on the phone. Hood’s disposition changes as he sees a picture of Dean on the phone with the video paused. Hood takes the phone~
Hood: I’m guessing this is some sort of backstage video? Is this the best we can do? Seriously, not even an iPhone? *sigh* alright…let’s see what’s going on.
~Hood taps the screen several times, trying to get the play button to function. The touch screen sucks and doesn’t register his finger. After several times and mounting frustration, Hood flicks it and this finally does the trick with the video beginning. Leo zooms in on the action. Dean is seated in a stock room located somewhere in the bar. This video was during the Bruno match. He has a couple of boxes that napkins come in stacked up for a chair. Seated on top of them and leaning against a wall, he fields a call~
President Dean: OCW President Dean speaking, how may I help you?
~Dean listens in and his expression goes from neutral to angry. He immediately cuts the person off on the other end~
President Dean: I don’t care if what you read has changed your stance on OCW. My stance remains firm. Don’t ever call me again.
~Before Dean can hang up, something the other end says keeps him on the line. He waits it out before responding~
President Dean: No, I’m not going to write your number down…I don’t need you. Not now, not ever. Fuck off, Sucka.
~Dean hangs up and shakes his head in frustration. Leo’s camera zooms out and focuses back on Hood. Hood tries to give the Blackberry back, Leo won’t accept it~
Hood: Well I don’t want this digital paper weight either…fucking useless.
~Hood tosses it over his shoulder. It lands in someone’s pitcher. They yell out in anger but can’t seem to locate where it came from. Leo focuses back on Hood~
Hood: Creditors can be a bitch…that’s my guess as to who Dean was talking to. That or someone got his address and is spamming either way…insects, the lot of them.
~Our view tilts with Leo’s head~
Hood: What? Lot? Yea, I fucking said it…what’s wrong with me expanding my vocabulary…fuck.
~Hood goes back to drinking the remaining three beers in his pitcher as the Average Bar Waitress re-enters the ring~
Johnny Riot (0-0) vs. Irvin Hill (0-0-1)
Average Bar Waitress: Okay everyone…before we get to our next match…we would like to introduce our official referee for the evening. Sorry she’s running late, but she had to take care of several construction workers in the VIP room over at Nibbles. Everyone, welcome Destiny!!
~A middle aged, somewhat chubby fake ass blonde woman hops over the ropes. She lifts her legs up and straddles the middle ropes, riding them for a second. The drunk men in the crowd go wild. She’s wearing a white T-shirt with OCW drawn on it in sharpie. She has short jean shorts on with no shoes. She stops riding the middle rope and grabs the mic~
Destiny: Hey, ya’ll…I’m looking forward for some hot, sweaty action!
Average Bar Waitress: Do you have another name you’d like us to call you by?
Destiny: What are you talking about, doll face? Destiny is my real name…my stage name is Ashley.
Average Bar Waitress: Sounds like you were pretty much born into your profession.
~Destiny gives Average Bar Waitress a longer than necessary kiss on the cheek. Average Bar Waitress pretends to smile as Destiny walks away and stands in the corner winking at the drunk men who are suddenly interested in what’s going on. Average Bar Waitress shows a look of disdain now that Destiny can’t see her face. Like a pro, though, she continues~
Average Bar Waitress: Alright, our next match is scheduled for one fall…Introducing first, from Erie, Pennsylvania…standing 6’2” and weighing in at 235lbs…Johnny Riot!!!
~”Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast” by Airbourne hits the bar as Johnny Riot emerges from the kitchen with a sour expression on his face. He makes his way to the ring and climbs in through the ropes. Destiny attempts to flirt with Riot. Riot ignores it, obviously focused on the task at hand. His music comes to an end as “Lit Up” by Buckcherry begins to play. Irvin Hill emerges from the back smiling. He tries to high five a few patrons on the way, but winds up knocking a beer out of one of their hands. The guy gets angry but Hill reacts with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head, knocking him out. The rest of the patrons back off. Hill enters into the ring with his music continuing to play~
Average Bar Waitress: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, standing 6’3” and weighing in at 225lbs…Irvin Hill!!!!
~Hill’s music comes to an end as Average Bar Waitress exits the ring. Destiny walks over to Hill and goes to inspect him. She feels him up as Hill grows tired and pushes her away. She turns towards Riot. Riot shoots her a mean look. Destiny makes a wise decision and decides that by the way Riot looks he’s not packing any illegal weapons. She slaps her hands together as the match is underway~
Hood: Evidently our bell…which was never sounded in the first match, causing me to wonder if that win even counts…belongs to the hands of Destiny. Hands which I’m sure have seen a ton of work this evening.
~Hill approaches Riot who leans back in the corner at first, sizing up his athletic opponent. Riot suddenly burst out of the corner and locks up with Hill. Hill is caught a bit off guard as Riot gains the upper hand shoving Hill against the ropes. Destiny is busy flirting with the crowd, so she isn’t there to break it up. Riot and Hill break without her aid. Hill goes for a punch, Riot blocks it and decks Hill with a right of his own. Hill walks along the ropes with Riot drilling him in the back with clubbing forearms. Hill finds a corner and turns around, facing Riot. Hill throws a kick, it connects, sending Riot staggering back. Hill climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a cross body, Riot ducks, however and Hill lands hard on the mat~
Hood: No doubt Hill’s athleticism…I mean, look at him…he’s tall and lean and stuff. Riot, I don’t know much about but he looks pretty intelligent. Dean also seemed excited about him so the guy must be okay.
~Hill gets to his feet, holding his midsection in pain. Riot stands back, watching. Hill finds the nearest corner for a breather, Riot rushes in and drills Hill in the midsection with a running knee lift. Riot then yanks Hill out of the corner and hooks Hill around the waist. He lifts him off the mat and drops him, gut first over his knee. Hill falls to the mat and rolls around clutching his midsection in pain~
Hood: Riot working the abdominal area something fierce. Hill won’t shit right for weeks!! Haha, that’s what he said!!
~Hood pauses, realizing what he just said. He slowly slides the open beer away from him and yells at Average Bar Waitress~
Hood: Can I get a fucking water right fucking now?? Please.
~Riot lays a couple of vicious kicks to Hill’s midsection as Hill continues to move around on the mat, trying to get away from Riot’s onslaught. He finally makes it to the ropes and slides underneath them. He lands on the outside and leans against the apron with one hand, clutching his abs with the other. Hill breathes deeply, trying to catch his breath. Riot stands near the ropes looking over the top rope and down at Hill. Using the top rope as leverage, Riot propels himself over the top rope and down towards Hill. He grabs Hill’s head on the way down and bulldogs him face first into the hard wood of the dance floor around the ring. Hill’s skull hits with a sickening thud as the fifteen OCW fans nearby cringe~
Hood: Wow, a broke wrestling federation is apparently an extremely hazardous work environment.
~Riot rolls Hill over on his back, a trickle of blood is forming at the top of his forehead where it cracked against the wood floor. Riot stomps Hill back in the midsection a few times with Hill coughing and slowly moving his hands to his abdomen. Destiny stands back and watches. The fifteen fans yell at her to count. She starts a ten count~
Hood: Here’s hoping this cum dumpster can actually count to ten.
~Riot hears the ten count and pulls Hill to his feet. He rolls Hill back into the ring and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs in through the ropes and sits on the second turnbuckle as Hill is lying on the mat. Riot is obviously waiting for Hill to reach his feet. In mocking fashion, Riot looks at his wrist as if there were a watch there~
Hood: Haha, nicely done Riot. Hill, get your lazy ass up!
~Hill staggers to one knee and then slowly makes it to his feet, looking for all the world like he has no idea where he’s at. Staggering around, Riot hops off the middle turnbuckle and then runs towards the ropes. He leaps up and springboards off the middle rope, turns around, grabs Hill’s head and drills him in the middle of the ring with a springboard DDT! Hill is laid out in the middle of the ring with Riot standing over him~
Hood: I can only imagine Irvin Hill is longing for the day when he was chokeslammed through that car windshield. After all, that was the only thing in OCW he’s remembered for. The good ole days, right Hill? Haha
~Riot makes his way to the nearest corner and climbs to the top. He measures Hill up, who is lying flat on his back and leaps off with a perfectly executed Shooting Star Press!! He crushes Hill’s abdomen with the impact and hooks the leg for the pin. Destiny slides into view and sticks her ass up in the air for everyone to see. She counts~
1!
2!
3!!!
~Destiny slaps her hands, signifying the match is over. Riot gets to his feet, looks down at Hill and kicks him in the head one more time for good measure~
Average Bar Waitress: Here is your winner…JOHNNY RIOT!!!!
~Riot exits the ring with Hill remaining inside as his theme music starts up. Destiny gets down on her knees and rubs Hill’s chest~
Hood: While I have no idea what that bitches motives are…I must say that was an extremely impressive debut by Johnny Riot. Guy is smart, calculating and athletic. Irvin Hill was in the main event for the World Title one week ago and now…well, he’s road kill via Johnny Riot.
~Several men ringside hold up dollar bills. Destiny quickly forgets about Hill and goes to exit the ring. She tries to slide down the ring post as if it were a stripper pole. She ends of losing her grip and falling on the wooden floor. Silence engulfs the area where she fell, worried she may be seriously injured. Being the trooper that she is, she pops back to her feet with her arms in the air…the men put their ones away and pull fives out. During this ordeal, Arryk has managed to get Hill out of the ring and escorts him backstage, leaving the ringside area unattended~
Hood: Five dollars for that fucking skank? She made more for that fall than I’m making this entire show…I’m in the wrong damn profession…
~Extreme” by Valora plays over the sound system in ‘Bar’ as “The distorted Angel” Amber Ryan makes her way from the back, a few cheers from the fifteen fans and wolf whistles from the drunk patrons happy to see a female are heard from the small crowd as she makes her way to the ring. Her expression gives nothing away as she takes a microphone. She opens her mouth to speak…~
???: “Ladies and gentlemen, here she is!”
~Heads turn throughout the crowd over to the bar of ‘Bar’, their eyes greeted with the sight of near six foot blonde guy with a cheesy ass grin on his face. The figure, dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans jumps down and makes his way through the crowd, leaping the cheap rope and taking a microphone of his own. Ryan’s face shows complete annoyance as this man makes his way under the bottom rope and into the ring~
???: “Ladies and gentlemen, from right here in sunny ol’ Texas, it’s Amber fucking Ryan!”
~Some of the crowd cheer at the mention of their home state, the new commentator pays no attention~
???: “What are you now Amber, the distorted Angel or something?”
~Amber stays perfectly quiet.~
???: “Oh who really gives a fuck eh? Ladies and gentlemen, this lady does know how to raise a bit of hell, but be careful she doesn’t botch a move on ya, can get pretty messy.”
~Now suddenly the look on Ryan’s face switches to rage~
Amber: “What the fuck do you want?”
???: “Now now now Angel, watch your fucking language darling. I’m here really to offer you and olive branch, I did really have one but some yahoo fucking Texan nicked it from me, or I exchanged it for a drink, something like that anyways. Speaking of a drink, can one of you lovely ladies back there poor me a cold one?”
Amber: “Ripper, what the fuck are you playing at now?”
Ripper: “Oh, for fuck’s sake Amber, I was playing out this whole mystery thing. Oh well, I’ll get to it then, I’m here to make some kind of amendments, see me and you got off on the wrong foot, and well stayed there for pretty much the next four years, but now I think it’s time we stopped badgering each other, bury the ol’ hatchet as it were, put ‘er there chum.”
~Ripper extends his hand, Angel looks at it, long and hard, a long silence passes before she finally extends her own, and in a move that seems to shock Amber, she finds her knuckles brought to the lips of The Ripper. ~
Ripper: “Now darling, get the fuck out of my ring.”
~Obviously offended, but seemingly content, Amber does as she’s told and leaves.~
Ripper: “Wow, first time for fucking everything. Anyhow, suppose I should have the formal introduction. Although, if you don’t know who I am then you’ve probably been living in a garbage can for the last ten years, or ya know, live in some backwards ass hick town that doesn’t have satellite… ooh, shit. Sorry people!”
~There’s a murmur from the crowd, Ripper carries on regardless. ~
Ripper: “Ok, so I’m Danny B, most know me as Ripper, some as the two time CWF world Heavyweight Champion, some as the fourteen time TICW champion. Some know me as a hall of famer, and some as a commissioner, but I’m here to introduce myself as the future OCW champion. Now, I am not an arrogant man, well OK I am, but I am also an honest man, and when I say I will be champion, I mean it, but I am in no rush.
I read recently that the federation is looking for star power, well you fucking struck gold here didn’t you, I mean you signed Danny B, a man known the world over, that was a pretty good move right? Oh and before I continue, Measles Mumps and Mubella, yes I mean you Triple M, I know who you are, and no I am not impressed, but you left out one name when you mentioned all the new signings, you don’t own me, and I aint from the ninetess dickcheese, let’s just say I’m watching you.
See this federation of slack jawed yokels, nitwits, and has beens have never met anyone quite like me, and nor have you lot by what I can see, I seem to have more teeth than the audience combined, well except for you lovely ladies in the back there, yeah I see ya, darling you may as well take that wedding ring off, you wont be needing it later. I know some of the names and faces around here, some like the zimmerframe boys, Dandy Dan and Cant remember where he fucking is Chris have crossed my path once or twice, and ol sweet Amber Ryan and I have a history. Hell I even know of Lurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-azio-o-o, not that the old senile git could do much these days.
Yeah hi Prez, you signed me didn’t ya? What didn’t expect me to come out here and start insulting people? This is why I have already pegged you as one of the most useless mothersuckas on the planet, get over it, I have a contract boy, and a lawyer that is worth more an hour than your tin shack you call a home. So, whether you like me or not I am here to stay bitch. On a different note, I’m looking to sell my old Corvette, I know you probably couldn’t afford it, but the offers there, sucka.
Although, I gotta say there’s not much to do around here mind, I’m used to a classy dressing room with service, this does feel like a step down I must say, when I heard that the legendary OCW was coming back on the air, I was actually quite excited, thought that I would be getting into one of the former premier feds in America, wish I would have read the fucking schedule before I signed, but shit what can you do? Just another place for me to walk all over I guess, but while I am here, I have some business to attend to.
Twizticle, yeah I’m talking to you, I know you’re back there, watching on a TV screen while hiding behind a stove or oven or that idiot’s body you carried off. Wait shit, is this thing even filmed, I mean can they afford it? Suppose not with what they are paying me, that must be most of the fucking budget of this dang hole, and I’m still taking half of what I took in GWR, but hey, oh shit did I break a golden rule, oops, silly me.
Anyways, Twiztorical, we have some business to attend to do we not, see the last time the world saw your ugly mug, you had ditched out on me, me and Amber both in fact, although she got over it I think, but point in case, I know you have history around here, and if you ever wanna bring your saggy ass out of retirement, I am here, and I am waiting.
Now, back to the lovely people of Blah de Blah, Texas, remember this face, this is a face you’ll be seeing a lot over the next little while, and when we have a champion, trust me I will be the first in the line ready to get what is already gonna be mine. See a little bit of history for you people, I have never truly lost a major championship on American soil, I closed down the CWF twice as World Champion, and I was never beaten for my GWR revolution championship. I have one all but one championship match I have been placed in whilst in this country, and the one I lost was my first, wasn’t it Amber? So here’s what I am gonna do now, I am gonna leave this ring, go get my beer, drink it, toddle outside into the fucking desert, get into my car, which incidentally is worth more than this venue, and drive back to civilisation, if anyone has a problem with this, spit the problem into a tissue, roll it up into a ball, and shove it up your ass. Mr President, Lurrr, OCW super, well, just stars I guess, welcome to the golden era, welcome to the era of the madhouse maverick, the age of the golden warrior, the reign of the angelic demon, I once again introduce the best fucking wrestler in the world today, yours truly, “The Ripper” Danny B.”
~And with that Danny dropped the microphone to the floor, placed both hands on the top rope, leaping over and landing on the floor, jumped the rope and made his way through the crowd, one big burly fellow stood in front of him, seemingly annoyed at the berating of his home town, mouthing away, after a moment, Ripper sighed, and kicked the gentleman where the sun don’t shine, walked past his fallen form, grabbed a beer from the table, kissed the bar maid, and walked out without looking around again. ~
Hood: Solid Gold! I have no idea who this Ripper guy is or what exactly he’s ripped to earn the nickname…but I already like him. Somebody should tell him to go see a doctor immediately after touching lips with that bar chick though…
~The bar chick comes down from the high of being kissed by the charming ‘Ripper’ Danny B and glares angrily at Hood~
Hood: No offense, babe, but if I had to guess where those lips have been I’d say they were probably wrapped tightly around…
~A glass jar full of dry rice is immediately slammed on Hood’s table right in front of him. Hood stares at it and then at Leo the Intern~
Hood: What the fuck? I’m not on survivor…the hell is this for?
~Leo the Intern’s hand enters our screen as he points inside the jar. Hood places his hand in the jar and he digs through the rice. He unearths the same Blackberry from earlier. Hood turns it on and, much to his surprise, finds it functioning~
Hood: I guess that rice shit really works…so, what is this, another backstage video?
~Our viewpoint nods along with Leo’s head as Hood selects the latest video. Our picture zooms in. Dean is on the phone again with a manila folder lying in front of him~
President Dean: Yea…okay…I hear that, but I thought the deal was already done?
~Dean winces and rubs his forehead, not receiving the news he wanted to hear. He waits for his opportunity to speak and does~
President Dean: I already made plans to head near the Midwest…we’re all set…are you telling me that if I can’t find one more bankable OCW superstar that all those arrangements…all those plans are wasted? I don’t want to sound like a charity case, but I spent every last dime I owned on those plans.
~Dean is cut off and reverts back to listening. He cuts the other person off and continues arguing~
President Dean: You have got to be joking…did you not see ‘Ripper’ Danny B or Amber Ryan? How about the fact Bobbinette Carey is in the main event? We’ve got PLENTY of star power, sucka…I…
~Dean is cut off by the other end. He maintains his composure and looks up at the ceiling, searching for answers~
President Dean: Alright, fine, I understand. I’ll find someone by the end of the show tonight, no problem. Thanks, bye
~Dean hangs his phone up and looks down at his manila folder. He kicks it out of his sight, sending papers flying everywhere. Our clip ends as Leo zooms out and back on Hood~
Hood: And just when things were looking up…
~Hood slides his water away and goes back to beer. He takes a deep sip and looks at the lens~
Hood: Looks like I picked the wrong night to quit drinking.
~Average Bar Waitress enters the ring becoming an old pro at this gig. She stands in the center of the ring and reads from her cue card~
Average Bar Waitress: Alright everybody, tonight’s next match is a Tag Team match…
~Destiny cheers wildly hearing the word Tag Team. Average Bar Waitress glares at her until she quiets down~
Average Bar Waitress: Ya done? Yea? Finally…geez. Anyway, our next match is a Tag Team bout scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from…Olympus? The Underworld? What the shit? Standing at a combined weight of 295lbs…they are former OCW Tag Team Champions…The Greek gods!
~”Enter Sandman” by Metallica hits as Zeus and Hades make their way from the kitchen out to the ring. Both appear to still be banged up from last week’s beating. Bar patrons laugh at them, expecting the Greek gods to at least be of average height…the delusional duo of course have no idea what these ‘peasants’ are laughing at. They enter the ring as their theme dies down. “Don’t Stop” by Foster the People starts up as the fifteen fans near ringside go wild~
Average Bar Waitress: And their opponents, from Smithville, Tennessee, weighing a combined weight of 453 lbs…former 3 time GCWA Tag Team Champions and current GCWA Hall of Famers…The Danger Boiz!!!
~Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris burst out of the kitchen and rush into the ring. They hop around the ring with tremendous energy and excitement. They motion towards the fifteen fans going wild, remembering the Danger Boiz from OCW and displaying their unending fandom for the duo. Zeus and Hades stand back and watch, looking at the Danger Boiz as if they were beneath them. Average Bar Waitress quickly vacates the premises. The Danger Boiz theme ends and Destiny slaps her hands together. The match is underway~
Hood: Ah, yes, the Danger Boiz…so popular…so damn hyper…it’s really hard to keep up with when you’re like ten beers deep. As a side note, it’s nice to see Zeus and Hades were cleared for action…oh, wait, what’s that? They weren’t cleared for action? So, what happens if they, like, die? A shrug? That’s it…a fucking shrug? I can only assume Greek gods cannot die, therefore medical clearance was not needed.
~Dan and Chris consult with one another with Dan stepping through the ropes, allowing Chris to start the match. Zeus and Hades meanwhile argue with one another about who gets the start tonight. Hades seems angry as Zeus points up to the heavens. Angrily, Hades steps through the ropes with Zeus beginning this match. Zeus and Chris meet in the middle of the ring and quickly lock up. Chris snares Zeus in a headlock as Zeus pushes Chris against the ropes. Zeus shoves Chris off the ropes, Chris runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes and Zeus goes for a spinning heel kick. Chris ducks. Zeus is left with his back to Chris…Chris stands, poised for attack. Zeus turns around and Chris nails him with a few forearm uppercuts, staggering Zeus against the ropes. Chris whips Zeus off the ropes, Zeus reverses, Chris hits the opposing ropes, bounces off and blocks a clothesline attempt by Zeus and turns it into an armdrag! Zeus body goes flying near a corner. He crawls fully into the corner and sets there for a moment, staring at Chris who waves his arms, attempting to get the 15 fans in attendance into the match. They cheer as loud as they can~
Hood: Zeus apparently pulled the “I’m the god of gods” card on Hades there. And, talk about some fast paced action…these Danger Boiz leave it all out there, that’s for sure.
~Zeus makes it to his feet with Chris standing back, showing good sportsmanship in allowing him to do so. Zeus walks up to Chris with his hand extended, appreciating the sportsmanship of Chris. Chris goes to shake the hand of Zeus~
Hood: Oh, come on, Chris…you should know better than that!
~As he does, Zeus pulls his hand back and attempts to smack Chris in the face with his other hand. Chris, however, was expecting this and blocks the smack attempt by Zeus. Chris responds with the bitch slap to end all bitch slaps across Zeus’ face. He falls to the mat holding his face and looking up at Chris. He begins to crawl for Hades with Chris following and laying some boots to his back. Zeus is able to make the tag. Hades uses the top rope to propel himself into the ring, Chris catches him in mid air though, as he was attempting a cross body. Chris then tosses Hades into the middle of the ring with a fall away slam! Hades hits hard and holds his back in pain~
Hood: The great king of Olympus crawling into his corner…welcome to the 21st century, Zeus. Now, if only he’d check himself into reality.
~Chris grabs Hades by the hair and drags him into his corner, he tags Dan in. Chris knees Hades in the gut, temporarily paralyzing him. He then picks Hades up and places him on his shoulders. Dan jumps up and balances himself on the top rope. He leaps off and clotheslines Hades from Chris’ shoulders all the way to the mat! Hades lands on his head and is left lying on his neck and shoulder. Chris exits the ring as Dan checks on Hades~
Hood: Now we find out if a Greek god can die.
~Showing compassion for a fellow competitor, Dan helps Hades to a seated position where Hades moves his head back and forth, obviously feeling some numbing in his body. Dan looks to Destiny who is flirting with Zeus. Zeus laughs and tells her stories of his son, Perseus. Destiny’s nipples get hard. Dan finally yells at Destiny who snaps out of it and rushes over. Destiny checks on Hades who reaches out and accidentally gropes her. She determines he’s okay. Dan rolls his eyes and helps Hades to his feet. He begins reasoning with him~
Hood: I don’t know but it looks like Dangerous Dan is asking Hades to forfeit the match…obviously he’s still injured from last week. Fuck that noise, I say you live dangerously here Dan, kick his ass! He’s some kind of underworld lord or some shit…he can handle it!
~Dan places his hand on Hades shoulders. Hades looks up and responds with a thumb into Dan’s eye! The fifteen fans boo and hiss as loud as possible. Hades then says something about never trusting the lord of the underworld. Dan looks at him with his one good eye and socks him in the chin while Hades is laughing. Hades falls to one knee holding his chin in pain. Dan then tags Chris back in. Chris sprints to Hades, still on one knee and dropkicks the crap out of his face. Hades flies backwards into his corner. Zeus looks down at him and then back at Chris, unsure if he wants to tag in or not~
Hood: Zeus doesn’t seem to keen on entering the waters here…c’mon, big man, what have you got to lose? Not like dignity is on the line here.
~Zeus finally tags the shoulder of Hades and enters into the ring. He sprints full speed at Chris with a lariat attempt. Chris dodges it and drops Zeus with a trip. Zeus falls and smacks his face on the mat. He stumbles to his feet with Chris scooping him up and slamming him down, hard. Zeus lies there for a moment, wincing. Chris stands over Zeus, jumps up and drops a knee across the face of Zeus. Zeus clutches his face in pain as Chris kneels in the middle of the ring, looking over at Dan~
Hood: This one appears to be just about over. The extremely lazy chick who never works out and eats candy all day is about to sing.
~Chris gets to his feet and tags Dan in. Chris rushes over to a nearby corner while Dan perches himself at the top rope. Chris leaps off with Zeus on his feet and drills him with a diving reverse side kick!! Zeus drops straight to the mat, barely conscious. Dan then leaps off and hits Zeus with a perfectly executed Swanton Bomb!! The fifteen fans go wild as Dan makes the cover. Destiny, thankfully, is paying attention as she slides her slutty self into position for the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings as “Don’t Stop” by Foster the People begins to play and the Danger Boiz celebrate their first OCW win. They cater to the fifteen fans for a few moments before exiting the ring. Hades starts to tend to Zeus until he sees Destiny licking her finger after having caught a chili cheese fry tossed her way by a drunk patron. Hades finds this attractive and he starts chatting up Destiny while Zeus moans in pain. Average Bar Waitress is finally alerted as to what’s going on~
Average Bar Waitress: Here is your winners….THE DANGER BOIZ!!!!
~Average Bar Waitress goes back to work with Hades securing a number from Destiny. He then tends to his partner Zeus, helping him out of the ring~
Hood: The Greek gods have scored a phone number ladies and gentlemen! Let’s just hope they have the crack back at their hotel room they promised in order to get those digits. Fucking strippers…oh, speaking of cheap ass shit…this blackberry is lighting up again.
~Our attention once again focuses on the stock room where Dean is seen standing up this time. He waits patiently when a well dressed man enters, holding a green folder in one hand. He uses his free hand to greet Dean~
Well Dressed Man: Dean, good to see you again.
President Dean: Gavin Reed, what’s it been, like ten years?
Gavin Reed: Something like that. You’ve got a show currently going on and a lot on your plate so I’m going to make this quick. Some investors of mine are interested in backing OCW for the foreseeable future.
~Dean suddenly perks up, finding the news to be the ray of hope he has been searching for~
President Dean: Really? Well, that’s great news, sucka! Let me see the paper work!
~Dean reaches for the green folder under Gavin’s arm, assuming it to be the contract which will bring OCW back to prominence. Gavin jerks his hand back, keeping Dean from getting his hands on it. Dean’s expression drops~
Gavin Reed: Hold on, Dean, my investors are concerned.
President Dean: Concerned about what, sucka? You see the talent we’re bringing in, right? They’re kicking ass tonight!
Gavin Reed: True, but my investors simply feel that it’s not enough.
President Dean: Heh, not enough? The Danger Boiz? Bobbinette Carey? Amber Ryan? “Ripper” Danny B? What more do they want? It’s only been one week…
Gavin Reed: Talented superstars in their own right, sure. But my investors feel that OCW needs a superstar from its past. One that will cause fans to remember the great and storied history OCW enjoyed all those years ago. A Scott Syren or a Silverfreak…if you can pull that off, then we have a deal.
~Dean pauses having hit the wall he’s been unable to scale since last week. More OCW star power is the only thing keeping him from putting his federation back on the map. Suddenly, he’s hit with an idea~
President Dean: TGO…The Great One, you’re friends with him, right?
Gavin Reed: A long time ago I managed him, yes.
President Dean: What I’m asking is…are the two of you still friends?
Gavin Reed: *sigh* I wouldn't consider us friends. There's a lot of bad blood between us...
President Dean: Bring him in. He’s exactly what you’re looking for.
~Gavin moves to shoot down Dean’s idea. Dean, in a mode of desperation, cuts him off and attempts to sweeten the deal~
President Dean: We…we…we can offer him the biggest contract possible. He doesn’t even have to work every show. The guy can just show up once in awhile and dominate jobbers. We can put him on this huge winning streak setting up a World Title match where he can tie Lurrr’s record for three World Title wins. Come on, tell me this doesn’t sound like a great idea!
Gavin Reed: Trevor is a multi millionaire, Dean. He runs Kent industries, technically he already holds 3 World Title reigns, since he had one against Andy Murray in the Omega Era. You’re operating out of some hole in the wall bar in the middle of nowhere Texas. There's no reason for him to come back. He’s not coming here, Dean. Not for anything.
~Dean lowers his head, feeling rejected~
Gavin Reed: There is another way.
~Dean looks up, hope renewed~
Gavin Reed: Sign over half interest in OCW. If you do that, then the investors will put up the money OCW needs to get back on its feet again.
~This is not the other way Dean was hoping for. Giving up any interest in OCW is something is absolutely against. However, given the position he’s in and the fact he’s willing to do anything to keep OCW alive, Dean finds himself at a crossroads~
President Dean: I…I…I just can’t do that. I gave OCW up once, biggest mistake of my career. I’m not doing again. We will survive with or without your money, Gavin. And, when we survive, it will be with me as sole owner.
Gavin Reed: Very well then, good luck.
~Gavin and Dean shake hands as Gavin exits the stock room. Dean takes a seat back on his box and talks to himself, staring at the manila folder from earlier~
President Dean: Come on, Dean-o…you’ve got until the end of tonight to make it happen. That contract expires when the show does and if you can’t get it signed, OCW is fucked. You can do this…figure this shit out, let’s go.
~The video clip comes to an end as our camera view zooms back out focusing on Hood once again~
Hood: Well, OCW fans, it appears as though we’re under the gun here. Our main event is minutes away and Dean has yet to sign a deal with a financial backer. Let’s hope Carey and Cisco have like a triple iron man match or some shit.
~The Blackberry lights up again, Hood’s expression picks up~
Hood: Hell fucking yes! This will kill some time…Leo, get your lens over here, let’s see what’s going down!
~Hood starts the video. Our view is taken Away from all the action inside the "bar". Somewhere outside, "Ripper" Danny B takes a final long drag of his cigarette before slowly letting the smoke seep through his lips. Behind him a figure approaches but before they're even in view Ripper has sensed them there~
Ripper: Stealth never was your strong point Amber.
~ The "Distorted Angel" steps into view as Ripper turns around, still wearing that cocky smile.~
Amber: Who says I was trying to sneak up on you. Paranoid?
Ripper: I know you didn't come here just for chit chat, perhaps a kiss goodnight?
Amber: I'd rather kiss a toad. At least it'd have more class. I didn't just come out for cheap insults though- what you said before, about burying the hatchet and all that crap. Did you mean it or am I to expect another sneak attack as soon as I turn around.
Ripper: I'm offended, you don't think I could keep my word?
~ Ripper mocks being offended but Amber stands her ground, dubious of the sudden good will.~
Ripper: Honestly though Amber, I mean it. There will come a time again where we crave each other's blood. I'm in a more devil you know than devil you don't kinda mode at the moment... Now if you'll excuse me I really have to be going. Better head back inside and enjoy the rest of the show.
~Ripper flashes her a cheesy smile as he flicks the smoldering butt to the ground, crushing it out emphatically with his boot before turning and walking away. Leaving Amber contemplating what is to come next. Our view point pulls out with the video coming to an end. Arryk has returned to ringside and, having just seen the footage and remembering Ripper’s words from earlier, appears to be angry. He moves to head for the parking lot, Hood stops him~
Hood: Whoa, there dark and sulky one…I believe we still have one more match and it’s featuring the extremely angry and militant Cisco Sheppard. Not the time to be leaving a smallish, drunk, loud mouthed announced unattended.
~As bad as Arryk wants to walk into that parking lot and confront Ripper, he maintains his position at ringside, staying true to his word~
Hood: Sweet…well, interesting chemistry between these two…I can honestly say I’ve only had a chick sneak up on me in a parking lot once before…and it went far worse than that. So, Ripper is already ahead of the game in his OCW career. Anyway, invisible people watching this show…it’s main event time!
~Average Bar Waitress is back inside the ring, ready to call her last match of the evening~
Average Bar Waitress: Alright everyone, this is the main event of Addiction! If Cisco Sheppard loses this match, he will be fired from OCW!
~Literally no reaction towards the fate of Cisco Sheppard being up for grabs in this match. “Hypnotize” by Notorious BIG begins to play as the belligerent OCW superstar makes his way to the ring. He jaws with a few bar patrons attempting to look heelish. They, however, are too busy watching the game on the big screen. He enters the ring and is booed by the fifteen OCW fans~
Average Bar Waitress: Introducing first, from Washington, DC, standing 6’0” tall and weighing in at 195lbs…Cisco Sheppard!!!!
~Cisco’s theme comes to an abrupt end when “Circus” begins to play and The Queen of Epicness, Bobbinette Carey makes her way to the ring. The fifteen OCW fans climb all over each other, wanting to get a glimpse of the HOW Hall of Famer making her OCW debut. She steps into the ring, ready for action~
Average Bar Waitress: And, his opponent, from Parma Heights, Ohio, standing 5’5” and weighing in at 165 lbs…she is a former HOW World Champion…a current HOW Hall of Famer…she is the “Queen of Epicness” Bobbinette Carey!!!!!
~Destiny claps her hands as Average Bar Waitress exits. The fifteen fans in attendance are excited to see Bobbinette Carey’s debut…as an extra, they may get to see Cisco fired at the end of the night. Cisco begins the match talking crap in Carey’s direction. Carey stands there listening to him, obviously waiting for the loud mouth to shut up~
Hood: Cisco obviously didn’t get the memo on Carey’s credentials. He’s not taking her lightly..most likely due to the fact she wears a bar…and not due to a weight problem.
~Cisco arrogantly walks up to Carey and tosses a slap her way, Carey blocks it and unleashes a barrage of punches into Cisco’s head. Cisco staggers back with his head bobbing back and forth with each blow. The fifteen fans go wild as Cisco leans against the ropes with Carey applying all her weight on him, keeping him there. She then steps back and delivers a knife edged chop to the bare chest of Cisco! His mouth falls open as he gasps in pain. Carey shoves him back against the ropes and chops him again! Cisco screams loudly this time and hops around the ring in pain. Carey waits for him to stop, he finally does and she leaps in the air and dropkicks Cisco right on the chin! Cisco falls over on the mat, grabbing his jaw in pain~
Hood: Hot damn, she wasn’t lying calling herself the Queen Bitch…she just unloaded on poor little Cisco. Don’t write checks your dick can’t cash, Sheppard.
~Carey wastes no time in walking over toward Cisco and kicking him in the face. Cisco grabs his face in pain and attempts to crawl away. He ends up trapping himself in a corner. He sits up against the bottom turnbuckle and looks up at Carey, standing over him. He holds his hands up, asking her to give him a time out. Carey kicks his arms out of the way and then stomps the hell out of his midsection. Cisco attempts to cover up at first but, after several stomps, just goes limp and lies in the corner with the fifteen OCW fans chanting “Carey”~
Hood: Well, she’s won the neighborhood OCW watch party over…I’ll be interested to see how she does in a bigger venue…if that opportunity ever comes.
~Carey yanks Cisco out of the corner and delivers several forearm upper cuts sending the spaghetti legged Cisco leaning against the ropes. She shoves him against the ropes as he shoots off…however, before he can cross the ring, Carey drops him to the mat with a short arm clothesline! Cisco’s head bounces off the canvas violently. Carey goes for a pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Hood: Well fuck me sideways…it appears bitch ass Cisco will continue to fight for his job.
~Carey pulls Cisco off the mat and delivers an irish whip into a nearby corner. She follows him into the corner and drills Cisco face first into the turnbuckle. Then, in one seamless movement, she flips in the air and drops Cisco with cattle mutilation!! The fifteen fans go as wild as their voices possibly can with Carey standing over Cisco~
Hood: Stick a spork in him…he’s fucking donezo
~Carey gets Cisco back to his feet once again and knees him in the gut. Cisco doubles over. Carey places her leg over the back of his neck and delivers an Over Drive!! Cisco is laid out in the middle of the ring with Bobbinette Carey going for the pin. Destiny saunters her way over with several bar patrons whistling her way. She gets down…low…and makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
~The bell rings, Destiny goes to raise Carey’s hand. Carey, like most clean, disease free humans, has no idea where that hands been and decides to raise her hands without Destiny’s aid. The fifteen fans cheer in unison. The Average Bar Waitress uses her mic for the last time~
Average Bar Waitress: Here is your winner… “The Queen of Epicness Bobbinette Carey!!!!!
~’Circus’ plays as Bobbinette Carey looks at the kitchen, then the drunk patrons and decides to exit through the front door. Her music ends as Cisco remains laying on the mat~
Hood: Holy shit, that is one badass bitch. As for Cisco, well, that brother is going to have to hit up the unemployment line…
~Hood finds that he’s on the final few sips of his last beer. He searches for the Average Bar Waitress, wishing to get one more bucket on the house. Before he can snag her, his blackberry goes off again~
Hood: Mother fucker, really? The main event is over…I’m off the clock…here, intern, you hit the damn play button…this bitch is going to get drunk and then some skanky, smelly, suspect stripper action.
~”Last Call” is yelled by the Average Bar Waitress causing Hood to fly from his seat, leap over the rope and rush to the bar. Arryk realizes he should probably follow Hood, to keep him safe but decides against it. Leo zooms in on the blackberry for a final shot of Dean in the stock room, pacing and talking to himself~
President Dean: It’s time, bitch…quit wavering and debating…you have to make a decision right now. Swallow your pride and take the guaranteed deal or hold your head up high and risk pissing away all the momentum you’ve gained since last Monday.
~Dean knows what the correct decision to be made is…however, he’s always been a prideful man. He bows to nobody…under any circumstance. Internally, he’s struggling…he curls his upper lip and winces~
President Dean: FUCK!
~Dean pulls out his cell and angrily dials a number. He places the phone to his ear, waiting impatiently as it rings. His expression picks up as someone evidently picks up on the other end…rubbing his forehead, he speaks with his eyes tightly shut~
President Dean: Give me Maurako.
~Our show comes to an end~
OOC: Alright guys, hope you enjoyed it…I realize the matches were short but this was a show for angle purposes and without any rping…it was hard to justify the jobbers getting much offense in on the legit wrestlers. Anyway, leave some thoughts on the OOC board…the card for next week will be posted on there as well. Thanks for hanging in there while I shake this rust off!
