Paul Paras: Ladies and gentlemen, your World Champion. He looks a lot bigger on TV, don't you think? Bottom line, Syren, The Perfect One put up with your third grade antics for the last month without responding whatsoever. You see, Triple P is a busy man and simply doesn't feel the need to waste his precious time on you and your silly little band of men whose combined talent doesn't match up to my left pant leg. Luckily for you, my good friend TRIPLE M is more than willing to waste his time on you, because you have something he wants that OCW World Heavyweight Title. Rest assured, Syren, Triple M left OCW for one reason and one reason only to get himself focused on winning gold once again!
~Paras is shown standing, arrogantly, in the middle of the OCW ring. We then view an image of Scott Syren, retaliating~
Syren: Yeah, that's right. Fuck you all and fuck your hero. Did you like it, Triple P? Did you like it when I broke you? Did you like it when I made you use chairs, canes and weapons on me? Did you like it when I made you make me BLEED? Did you like it when I SHATTERED YOUR WHOLE BULLSHIT "CLASS ACT" FAÇADE?! I think you DID like it, Pee Pee Pee. I think you enjoyed letting go. Of course... in the end, the only thing you really let go of is this World Title that's around my waist right now. Funny how shit works, hey dickhead? Does it hurt, Triple P? Or does the constant oral sex and salad-tossing from Cyanide and Triple M help to ease the pain of defeat?
~Syren pauses for a moment, before continuing~.
Syren: The funny thing about Triple M... he doesn't realize that the only reason anybody wanted him back in OCW was to get rid of Triple P's arrogant, boring ass. Triple M--idiot--you've signed your fucking death warrant. Not when you peed on me, not when you tried to drown me... but as soon as you aligned yourself with Pussy-ass Paul Paras. Because you can't really call him "perfect" anymore, can you? Because if his worthless ass measures the standard of "perfection"... well shit, what does that make me? A god? A GOD~!?
~We continue on with our montage of the final show…we see Annie Alvarez defeat Kenzie Raye…we see clips as Silver Cyanide defends his LightWeight Title against Andy Murray’s relative, Cayle. We watch as former OCW World Champion, Top Dog, defeats Dillen Jaymes. We see Hardcore Champion, Eliminator dominate the free agent, Charlie Mac, with ease. Clips are shown of the great match between BUFF member Rob Torborg and Hall of Famer, Triple M, takes place…we see Torborg nearly steal it before Matt Denton informs the referee of Syren’s interference…the match is restarted with Triple M earning the win. We are shown Syren and BUFF distracting both Dean and Bifford in an effort to take over the show~
Dean: Damn, I just can't think what to book for next week.
~Suddenly there is a knocking upon Dean's office door.~
Dean: Go away, sucka, I'm busy.
~The door opens anyway. It is Torborg and Scoot Time. Dean groans loudly. Torborg and Scoot grin at him widely~
Dean: What are you doing--
~But he doesn't finish his sentence. Five reasonably-priced yet moderately-attractive strippers file into the room behind Torborg and Scoot. Two immediately begin giving Dean a tandem lap dance. One gets behind him and massages his shoulders. The other two get up on his desk and begin dancing and making out with one another. Scoot Time gets up on the desk and starts dancing too, bouncing his ass in Dean's face, but Torborg quickly pulls him off the desk and slaps him in the mouth.~
Dean: Ohhhhhhh
~Dean gives Torborg the "thumbs up." His thumbs aren't the only thing that... oh, never mind~
Torborg: Consider this a present. From the World Champion to the best president ever.
Dean: Tell Mr. Syren thanks! Now get the hell outta here, suckas! Can't y'all see I'm busy?!
~We cut from Dean’s office to Bifford backstage~
Syren: Bifford! Biff! Man am I glad to see you!
Biff: What's on your mind, champ?
Syren: A dead body!
Biff: WHAT?! WHO?!?!
Syren: It... it... it's...
Biff: For God's sake man, tell me!
Syren: SCORPION!!!
Biff: Scorpion?! Dead?!?! Here?!?!?!
Syren: Over on the loading dock!!!
Biff: This calls for an investigation!!!
~Biff runs off to investigate. When he is out of sight, Syren begins to laugh. TC Larcen appears from around the corner, also laughing, and gives Syren a cool-dude high five. The cameras follow Bifford all the way to the loading dock. He doesn't find Scorpion dead, though. Instead, he finds a mannequin, poorly dressed-up as Scorpion. The mannequin is surrounded by delicious hams. Bifford is speechless. He sits down on the concrete and begins to eat one of the hams…we then see a shot of Syren, having taken over the show, standing in the ring~
Syren: You see, Dean and Biff are both really busy with important OCW shit in the back right now and so they told ME--being that I'm the World Champion--to come out and book the July 11th Monday Night Massacre for them!
~The fans boo louder, impervious to Syren's lie because they saw it all on the OCW-Tron~
Syren: So let's see... the first match of the night will be Rob Torborg and TC Larcen.
Smith: Two BUFF members fighting each other?!
Syren: Torborg and Larcen AGAINST Kenzie Raye in a two-on-one match!!!
~The fans boo in protest.~
Syren: Okay, okay... you're right... two on one isn't fair. Let's make it THREE on one!!! We'll add CLUBBIN' MAN to the mix and make him an honorary BUFF member for a night!
Hood: What a great match!!!
Syren: Now let's see... lots of veterans... lots of new guys... so for the second match of the night, let's go with the old versus the new and try Goldie vs. Matt Denton!
~The fans applaud, pleased with this match~
Syren: By the way, this will NOT be a normal match. This will be a MIME MATCH!!! That's right, the ring will be filled with one-dozen genuine French mimes, being stupid and getting in the way!
~The fans are speechless. And well they should be: mimes? I mean what the hell, really~
Syren: Next... I know everyone--well, everyone except Scoot Time--has been DYING to see the return of the whack-off match! So let's have Zeke Carmichael take on Alexander H. Mary in a WHACK OFF MATCH!!! And if you boys don't know what a whack-off match is, you better read up on your OCW history!
Smith: Somebody stop this nonsense!!!
Hood: Somebody quiet this FAG sitting next to me!!!
Syren: Now... how about some title matches? You all like title matches, right?! Let's try "Pornstar" Pete Parker defending against Sean Clarks... IN A WEIGHT-ROOM MATCH!!! That means weights, treadmills, bowflexes... whatever... if you can use it to get huge muscles, it's a legal weapon!
~The fans cheer for this match~
Syren: And hey, how about those vacant tag titles? We need some fuckin' TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS around here, don't we?!
~The fans go wild~
Syren: So let's have The Legacy taking on... hmmm... the team of Annie Alvarez and Danny Wright!!! You know, since there aren't any other actual tag teams in OCW besides The Legacy!
Smith: What?! What about Sex and Violence?! What about Perfectly Marvelous?! What is Syren trying to pull here?!
Hood: Everyone makes mistakes, Smith. He must have forgot about those other teams.
Smith: I doubt it! Annie Alvarez and Danny Wright?! Do they even like each other?!
Hood: Shit, I don't even think they KNOW each other! Ha! Ha! This is great!
Smith: No! No it is NOT great!
Syren: And one final match... I know, how about I prove that I'm a REAL champion?!
~The fans go nuts again~
Syren: Yeah, I'll defend my World Title!!! But not in an arena... we'll take it to the ZOO!!! AND we'll have a special guest referee: THE HARDCORE CHAMPION, ELIMINATOR!!!
~The fans are going super-fuckin-crazy just trying to comprehend this match~
Syren: And my opponent?! None other than Hunter McKay!!!
~The fans boo sooooo loud. Several fans kill themselves on the spot~
Smith: SCOTT SYREN IS DESTROYING OCW!!!
Hood: No way! He's booking a PPV-caliber Massacre for next week! This rules SO hard!!!
~Syren stands in the ring, with a smile of approval…we fade out…the words “THE Investigation” pop up…we are then shown various clips throughout the night of the OCW Murder Investigation~
Bifford: See.. I knew they couldn’t kill Scorpion.. OH SHIT!
~Bifford looks down at his wrist-watch and drops the ham. He jumps to his feet.~
Biford: OH SHIT! We’re running out of time! Massacre only has so much air time! MY GOD! We haven’t even started the Murder Investigation! I promised the world that this thing would be ended tonight.. Where’s that stupid Fairy!?
~Bifford looks down at the remaining hams and grabs them. He shoves one in his mouth, and looks kind of like when a roast-pig has an apple in his mouth, as he runs down the hallway, with two other hams in his hands. He drops them suddenly when he sees Toothfairy. He pulls the ham out of his mouth.~
Bifford: Care for some ham, Toothfairy?
Toothfairy: No thanks. I just want to get this business out of the way and get home to my family. I haven’t seen my wife, sister or children in a week.. I just want to get home to them.
Bifford: Yeah, well just to business the right way okay? No funny business. Your family will be waiting for you when you get home.. They’ll be happy to see you and your big fat OCW pay cheque.. So just go out there, take your time, don’t worry about your family, and do this right. Your family will get to see you every night for the rest of your life, OCW only gets you one more evening.
~Bifford drops the remaining ham on the floor and pats Toothfairy on the back encouragingly. Toothfairy walks off, and Bifford drops again to the concrete floor and begins enjoying Syren’s hams again…we cut to The Toothfairy standing, in the ring he is laughing maniacally and pulls a handful of teeth out of his bag and lets them drop onto the ring mat. He laughs and kicks them about.~
Toothfairy: Those were Oratonic’s teeth.. He won’t need them now because I KILLED HIM! Just like I killed Twiztid Z and Spectre.. Just like I killed that meddling son of a bitch Cocco Ricci. I did it all for one man. I did it for Silverfreak.
~The crowd, now really stunned, is silent.~
Smith: He.. Did.. It.. For.. Silverfreak?
Toothfairy: I hear that you’re confused.. Maybe you didn’t hear me. I KILLED THEM for SILVERFREAK~
~We cut to a view of Silverfreak, holding a contract in his hand~
Silverfreak: This contract says that if I win, you will go willingly with the police.. Are you going to honor that?
Toothfairy: Of course.. Just sign it and then show me those pearly white teeth of yours..
~Silverfreak continues looking the contract over.~
Silverfreak: Wait a second.. This isn’t signed by you.. It’s signed by Theodore Bryan Benson. Who the hell is that?
Toothfairy: Duh. My legal name isn’t really Toothfairy is it? Just sign the freaking contract, you coward.
~Silverfreak signs the contract and hands it back to an OCW employee. The employee jogs back out into the arena and hands the contract to Toothfairy in the ring. Toothfairy looks it over.~
Toothfairy: Excellent.. No Limits.. Excellent.
~The side of Toothfairy’s mouth stretches.. He looks slightly uncomfortable and then confesses to Freak~
Toothfairy: But Freak.. Now I’ve got to be honest with you.. I’m really sorry.. I never killed anyone.
~Toothfairy looks at the camera.. He suddenly looks more human than he ever has. Remorse and sadness cover his face.~
Toothfairy: And I’m not Theodore. I’m sorry Freak. He had my freaking sister taken hostage.. He had my wife kidnapped. My children were screaming on the phone. He told me I had to do this or they’d all die. Freak, I’m not a wrestler anymore.. I’m a family man. I just want to go home and see my family safe and spend time with them..
Silverfreak: What? WHO!? WHO IS THE REAL MURDERER!?
~The lights go out in the arena. Lowly, but slowly building Outside by Staind begins playing. The crowd, in complete silence listens.. The arena is so dark nobody can see anything.~
Smith: What is going on..? I think Silverfreak is as confused as we are.. Who?
~The lights come back on. The camera shows Toothfairy, lying face down on the mat, his back covered in blood, a dagger in his back. Toothfairy is completely motionless and dead..~
Smith: But..but..but.. Who?
Hood: Look.. behind.. him.. oh.. my.. god..
~The camera pans out to show a huge black leather jacket.. It sways in the wind, going all the way down to the attacker’s feet. The camera slowly pans up until The Big Bifford is visible. He’s clutching the contract in his hand. A sick smile goes over Bifford‘s face~
Bifford: I did it all for you, Freak.. Three years I’ve waited for this.. I did it all for you. I have no limits Silverfreak.. No limits at all.. See you at No Limits.
Smith: TOOTHFAIRY IS DEAD! BIFFORD IS THE MURDERER! NO LIMITS! MY GOD!
~Bifford pulls something out of his pocket, which is apparently a smoke bomb and throws it. It hits the ring mat and smoke covers the ring.. As it clears, Bifford is gone and just the dead body of Toothfairy is left…we slowly fade out from this scene, as it was the final scene in OCW history. The music stops…and we see, in the same, plain white lettering, a message pop up on screen~
~Suddenly, the Addiction logo flashes onto the screen…’Asylum’ by Disturbed begins to play…we are shown quick shots of President Dean…we see him order Scoot Time to pin Josh Allen, we watch him bring in The Great One to try and screw Scorpion…we witness Dean and the MoB destroy Andy Murray, Goldie and Titan 3. We see Vice President Lurrr…we see Lurrr downing shots of Crown Royal…we see Lurrr defeating Andy Murray for the World Title…we watch Lurrr beat up a married couple who were ringside. We finally see The Great One…we see TGO win his first World Title over Allen…we see TGO take Scorpion out during his World Title match…our final shot of TGO is him holding mass amounts of cash in his hands, smiling. We then see various images of OCW’s new superstars…Andrew and Anthony Logan, Chris Wrestling and his Corporation stable, R.M. Strong, The Danger Boiz, Lorenzo Demarco, Trent Steel, Roandy Zorrilla, Steven Osbourne, Mr. Re, Aaron Styles, Jordan Layman, Plethora and Arachne, Dylan Nitro, Miss Madyson and Waylon Ewing…they are all shown together, in one final image…we then fade into a jam packed Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota!! The fans are going nuts!! We see various signs reading “Corporation 4 Life!” as well as “Electricity Rules” and “Aaron Styles #1 Fan!” along with “I’ll make a film with Steven Osbourne” and, finally, “I know where Bifford is!”…after panning through the crowd, ‘Asylum’ by Disturbed ends and we settle in on the announce team of Smith and Hood~
Smith: Holy crap…holy freakin crap…we are back!!!
Hood: Mother fucker…I never thought I’d see the day…OCW is back, baby!
Smith: Amen…and, as much grief as you give me, Hood…it’s great to be sitting next to you, once again.
Hood: I wish I could say the same, Smith…I was seriously hoping your homosexual lifestyle would’ve given you the AIDS virus by now…that way Deano would go out and hire someone else…but alas, I guess dreams don’t come true when you wish upon a star…
Smith: You wished for my death on a shooting star?
Hood: Relax, brochacho…it wasn’t a shooting star…it takes too much effort to wait for those…nah, it was that huge, giant ass star that’s in the sky every single night.
Smith: Which one would that be?
Hood: You know, that giant fucking star…it’s like halfway lit sometimes…
Smith: Are you talking about the Moon?
Hood: Yea, that’s the one!
Smith: Unbelievable…I can’t believe you got a job during our hiatus, and I didn’t…
Hood: Hey, TGO and Ace know a talent when they see it…GCWA was better off with Hood behind the announce table.
Smith: Well, I’m sure you did a Hoodesque job while in GCWA, no doubt…but now, you’re home…in OCW…
Hood: Damn skippy and, I must say, I got a little misty eyed watching that montage from our last show…such great, epic moments…
Smith: I, for one, am glad that horrid Massacre Syren booked never took place…seriously, a Mime Match?
Hood: Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, Smithy!
Smith: There are some things you don’t have to try in order to know they will be a failure, Hood.
Hood: Geez, for a man of the gays, you sure are close minded.
Smith: Annnnnd that’s about enough of that…it says here that Dean is about to be joining us…so let’s take our attention down to ringside!
~ “Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix begins to play as the fans go crazy…we see OCW President, Dean emerge from behind the curtain. He is wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath…the top few buttons are undone. Dean takes in the cheers for a few moments before making his way to the ring. He walks up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and finds himself standing in the middle of the OCW ring. The fans chant “OCW! OCW! OCW!” Dean nods along and raises one hand, along with the cheers…Dean then receives a microphone from an employee outside the ring…he pulls it up to his mouth, the fans quiet down and he speaks~
President Dean: Suckas…WHAT’S UP!!! Welcome BACK, to O…C…W!!!
~The fans go nuts with numerous ‘OCW’ chants ringing throughout the crowd. Dean smiles and continues to speak~
President Dean: Believe me when I tell ya…I’m as shocked as anyone that we are back…but, hey…here we are and we are set for our best run ever!! It all starts tonight with, what should be, a tremendous show! A tremendous opening night for everyone here in Minneapolis, Minnesota!! The exact, same arena where we held out last OCW show…
~The fans cheer, excited that OCW has returned~
President Dean: I’ve been asked by several people about why I chose Minneapolis for our return show. Hell, I had offers from cities all over the World…Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Houston, New York City, London…even fucking Amsterdam…however, I had to return to the scene of the…crime.
~A slight boo begins to emanate from the crowd, as they remember OCW’s final moments of 2005~
President Dean: After finding out that our very own Vice President was the murderer HE had been searching for all along, OCW came under a tremendous amount of scrutiny. Arenas dropped out booked dates, wrestlers were asking out of their contracts…fans were wanting refunds for tickets and merchandise…we became a sinking ship. This is the very reason we were forced to shut our doors a day later…it became obvious that, until we sorted this shit out, OCW was the proverbial ‘Dead Man Walking’.
~The crowd remains surprisingly quiet, interested in what Dean is saying~
President Dean: It’s taken five years to repair our image…I don’t know if you suckas have taken notice of the banners flying above ya…ya know, the one’s that read ‘Addiction’. That’s right, suckas…Monday Night Massacre is dead…OCW Addiction has been born…signaling a new, murder free era of OCW!
~The fans cheer, happy with this announcement~
President Dean: We have a roster full of new faces and a Championship Tournament to find out which of these ‘new faces’ will rise to the top of OCW. I, for one, cannot wait to get tonight’s action underway…however, before we do…there is a slight matter of business that I need to discuss with all of ya…and, it has to do with, Bifford.
~The fans boo loudly at the mention of Bifford’s name~
President Dean: Seeing as I employed an obese murderer on my OCW staff…I have made it my personal mission to seek out and find this homicidal maniac and, finally, give him the comeuppance he deserves. His list of kills reads like a ‘Who’s That’ of OCW wrestlers…Cocco Ricci, Oratonic, Spectre, Twiztid Z and Toothfairy. Now, with OCW occupying most of my time, obviously…I have hired someone to aid me in my quest to find Bifford. This man has all the motivation in the world to find our murderer on the loose…his name…Scott Masters!
~ “Creep” by STP begins to play as Masters emerges from behind the OCW curtain. He has a dirty beard…greasy hair, is wearing dirty, torn jeans, a pair of chewed up flip flops and a an old, worn sports coat. The fans watch, in shock, as the former OCW superstar heads to the ring…his head is down as he marches towards the ring. He rolls into the ring, underneath the bottom rope…Dean hands him a mic…Masters slowly lifts his head, we see several scars on his face as he begins to speak~
Scott Masters: It was 8 years ago, at Total Demoltion II, when my wrestling career reached a pinnacle of success…OCW Interim President, Bifford, awarded me the OCW Intercontinental Title. It was my first OCW Title and, being a man of the cloth, helped spread the word of my faith with previously unparalleled success. I was riding high, with a wave of success…I walked into Sinful Nature 3: The Celtic War, ready to defend my title against House of Pain and Outcast…it would be the beginning of the end for me as a wrestler, a priest and, as a person.
~The fans begin to boo, remembering what happened~
Scott Masters: The very man who I felt was responsible for my success, was ultimately the source of my demise. Bifford turned on me, humiliated me, cheated me…gave my title to House of Pain and turned me into a mockery. As bad as that was…it wasn’t enough…there was a murder investigation going on, a murder investigation started by Bifford and led by his handpicked detective, Cocco Ricci. A few Massacres later and Ricci was going to drop a bombshell on OCW, he was going to unveil the identity of the murderer…later that night, he made his announcement. Ricci pointed the finger of guilt at me…Scott Masters. Bifford would then have me arrested and I was thrown into jail, locked up for the remainder of my existence…for a crime I, simply, did not commit.
~The fans stop booing and watch in sympathy, for the story being told by Scott Masters~
Scott Masters: I was left in jail to rot, NOBODY believed that I was innocent. My wrestling career was over…my family disowned me…my church, banished me…I was left with nothing. Even the inmates had it out for me…apparently prisoners are big wrestling fans and, under the false illusion that I had murdered some fan favorites, they proceeded to torture me when given the chance. These scars on my face…each one tells a horrific tale of prison abuse…
~OCW fans in the crowd wince when imagining how some of those scars came to pass~
Scott Masters: I remained in prison for 3, long years…until, finally, a hint of justice came about…the final Massacre, where Bifford revealed he was the true murderer. This proved my innocence, I was released a few days later…and, for the past 5 years, I’ve plotted my revenge on the man who was responsible for ruining my life. Bifford, thanks to Dean, I’ve been given the opportunity and the funds to seek you out and pay you back for the damage you have caused…there is nobody more determined to search the ends of the Earth for your whereabouts. I will get the job done, Bifford and, when I do, you will pay for everything you’ve done…
~Masters drops the mic in the ring and exits…he walks back up the ramp and finally disappears behind the curtain…Dean picks the mic up and speaks into it, as the arena has been quieted by Masters promo~
President Dean: Dude had a lot to get off his chest, I suppose. Either way, I’m sure Scott Masters will be able to locate Bifford before too long…and there’s no way, once he finds him, it can go bad, right?
~The fans begin to chant “Biff’s a Dead Man!”…Dean shakes his head ‘no’ to the chants~
President Dean: No, no, no, no…the murders within OCW are over! Masters is a man of the cloth…or, well, a former man of the cloth…he wouldn’t do something so heinous as murder Bifford. Trust me, everything will be cool…but, hey, let’s not worry about this tiny investigation any longer…we’ll wait until we receive an update from Scott Masters before bringing this up again…until then, let’s focus on the now…let’s focus on tonight! We have three great matches for your viewing pleasure…so, sit back, grab a beer…light up a smoke…and enjoy the rebirth of OCW!
~ “Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix begins to play as Dean exits the ring to a thunderous ovation, accompanied by more “OCW!” chants…Dean exits through the curtain and we focus back in on Smith and Hood~
Smith: A somber start to tonight’s broadcast…however, it is business that MUST be dealt with.
Hood: Yea, I knew Bifford was the murderer all along.
Smith: No you didn’t!
Hood: I did so!
Smith: Okay, so you’re telling me that you KNEW Bifford was the murderer and just sat back and watched Cocco Ricci and Toothfairy’s murders without saying anything…doesn’t that make you an accomplice?
Hood: Oh…hmm…so, Biff’s the murderer?
Smith: Uhhhh…YEA!
Hood: Holy Shit! That blows my mind, I can’t believe Biff would do such a thing…he HAS to be stopped!
Smith: Ugh…whatever!
~We cut backstage where a young Latino male by the name of Roandy Zorrilla is walking around. He has a grin on his tan skinned face as he eyes the ladies cleverly. They obviously ignore the young newcomer as Zorrilla continues to walk into the ring
Smith: Well, it looks as though we’re about to be visited by one of the new faces of OCW!
Hood: He needs to work on his game, those ladies barely paid him any attention!
~The crowd chatters about the Bifford search and Scott Masters return. The lights then dimmed down to low shine of light. The TitanTron then starts showing numbers counting down from 5, at the same time, a revving from a motorcycle is heard~
Hood: What the Hell? Is that a motorcycle? Who’s riding a motorcycle? The American Bad Ass??
Smith: Maybe the next contender?
Hood: Shut up Smith... I would know who that was...
Smith: *Scoffs and Chuckles to himself* Sure...
~The crowd slowly counting down with the clock. 5...4...3...2...1! The ‘tron then shows Zorrilla’s Highlights in past federations, as the “Mexicool’s Theme” plays. About less then a quarter of the fans cheered. Recognizing the supreme Dominican as he came out, dancing as if he was in a festival~
Hood: Well, we know he’s not the next contender... in fact, he’s that rookie-kid...
Smith: Well from his video on the tron, it looked like he kicked ass before in other feds
~He then points to the sky and silver fireworks bursted from the stage. The pyrotechnics faded away and Zorrilla jogged to the ring, pointing at some of the fans reaching out. He then climbed on the ropes and looked at the fans, grinning at them. He jumped over the ropes and into the ring, having a Mic in his hand. He signals the fans to keep quiet. They do so. Before Roandy spoke he looked around, seeing that some fans are confused~
Roandy Zorrilla: Heh... I see... that hardly any of you know me.... But some of you out there...
~Points at part of the crowd~
Roandy Zorrilla: Some of you know who I am... BUT SOME ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH!!! When I wrestle, I plan to entertain EVERYONE!! Because my part of my wrestling, runs on the enthusiasm of the audience... And no one likes boring esses...
~He repeadiatly shakes his head as he says no…the crowd watches as Zorrilla drops the mic in the ring and his theme begins to play again. He heads backstage~
Smith: Well, an interesting debut from Mr. Zorrilla…he vows to be entertaining.
Hood: Well, I certainly hope he is just that…we’re all about entertainment in OCW.
Smith: Very true…while we’re on the topic of new faces in OCW…I feel compelled to mention one new face who, I think, is going to take OCW by storm.
Hood: And who is that, oh wise one.
Smith: I’m not going to give his name away yet…but I will tell you that this man is a former World Champion and has been a top notch veteran in this business over the past five years.
Hood: Okay…and…
Smith: And he will be making his debut, tonight!
Hood: Well, when he shows up, be sure and point him out to me…I need to see this man who is going to take OCW ‘by storm’
Smith: Sure thing, buddy!
Hood: I’m not your buddy, guy!
Smith: Whatever you say, Hood…well, OCW fans, we are long overdue for this next segment in our show…it has been five years since the last OCW match and, well, I believe it is time to end that drought! Up next is the very FIRST match of the NEW OCW!!
Hood: Fuck yea!
Smith: Before we get started, I must explain to everyone that this is the first match of the first round of OCW’s Championship Tournament. The tournament was announced last week by an OCW press release where, and I quote, all OCW singles titles will be decided…I…
~ “Cocky” by Kid Rock blares throughout the arena, interrupting Smith. The fans stand and watch the entrance ramp, expecting someone to emerge…however, the OCWTron turns on instead. We see OCW Hall of Famer, Former World Champion and current Vice President, Lurrr, seated in his new office. He is jamming to his own theme music…behind him, see various framed photographs of him defeating Andy Murray, beating up Josh Allen and laying out Scorpion. Lurrr signals for the music to end…it does and he speaks~
Lurrr: That’s right, OCW…Lurrr is back!! My buddy, Deano, appointed me Vice President of this company, the one I built from the ground up and I’m ready to exercise that authority. I couldn’t help but overhear Smith struggling to explain the tournament we have laid out for the month of September, so I thought I’d step in and help the dude out for a minute.
~Lurrr stands up, out of his chair and walks over to a large, pinned up set of brackets. The camera zooms in on them~
~The camera pans back, from the brackets, allowing Lurrr to continue speaking~
Lurrr: Here we have a standard set of brackets, with sixteen slots. Each slot is filled with a different wrestler…the first round of the tournament starts tonight and it will end next Wednesday. That will leave us with 8 wrestlers in the second round, the second round will be completed at the September 22nd edition of Addiction. That will leave us with a final four. Those final four wrestlers will go on to Titan’s Collide where a champion will be crowned.
~We hear the fans cheer wildly at this announcement, Lurrr continues speaking~
Lurrr: Wait a minute, people, I’m not finished yet…the finals will headline Titan’s Collide, where the two remaining wrestlers will compete in a match to be announced later. The runner up, the man who falls short in the final match will not walk away empty handed…nope, he will be crowned the new OCW Intercontinental Champion!! As for the winner…well, he will be the leader of the new OCW era as he will be crowned the OCW World Heavyweight Champion!
~The arena goes crazy at Lurrr’s announcement and clarification of the tournament~
Lurrr: Thank you, thank you…you guys don’t have to tell me what a great idea this is…I helped come up with it!! Now, that it’s been properly explained…let’s continue on with the show…back to you, Hood!
~The OCWTron shuts off as we focus back in on Smith and Hood~
Hood: You got it, Lurrr!
Smith: Why did he send it back down to you? I’m the professional here!
Hood: Because I’m cool and you’re gay.
Smith: Hate is a strong word, but, in this case, it may not be strong enough.
Hood: Whatever, bro, let’s just get to our first match…
Smith: Alright, good idea…
Hood: Whoa, who in the hell is THAT guy!
Smith: Oh, yea…I’m supposed to explain who he is…well, due to Warrick’s great success in GCWA, he’s super rich now and feels as though ring announcing is beneath him. And, being who Warrick is and how he ‘rolls’…he didn’t inform Dean that he wasn’t going to return until an hour ago. So, Dean had to scramble to find a new ring announcer at the last minute and, well…he found this guy…simply known as…Predator.
~We focus in on a man wearing thick, dark, aviator shades…he has a thick mustaches, long, greasy hair and is wearing a wrinkly, 70s style shirt along with jean shorts. He has a pair of sandals on, with socks…he is also sporting a trucker hat, on top of his greasy hair. He enters the ring, with a microphone in hand~
Hood: Can you say Unabomber Child Molestor?
Smith: Give the guy a chance…maybe he just needs an extreme makeover.
Hood: More like he’s looking for an extremely inappropriate makeout.
Smith: Whatever…let’s go down to ringside!
Aaron Styles (0-0) vs. Mr. Re (0-0)
Predator: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match up in the OCW Championship Tournament!! Introducing first making his way to the ring standing at 6’4” and from Chicago, IL…MR. RE!!!!!
Smith: This should actually be a pretty good match!
Hood: Smith, you’ve been out of the game for WAY too long…
Smith: I’m a bad ass!
~”Line in the Sand” by Motorhead now blasts over the arena’s sound system as out walks Mr. Re, another new face to the OCW. Mr. Re walks out with a mostly mixed reaction but the boos from the audience you can hear a little more predominantly. Mr. Re gets into the ring, as he is stepping through the ropes, Predator reaches over, caressing Mr. Re’s knee…Mr Re leaps through the ropes quickly and jumps back from Predator…Predator stands, watching and Mr. Re asks someone on the outside for a mic~
Hood: Didn’t Motorhead die?
Smith: I don’t think so.
Hood: Well they should!
Smith: Shhhh!! Mr. Re is about to speak!
Mr. Re: Well, hello OCW fans
The fans boo loudly as Mr. Re addresses them in a loud sarcastic, and arrogant voice~
Mr. Re: Well, I’m guessing that you all saw the “Mystery Note” this week didn’t you? Well, if you didn’t let me give you a recap, my name is Mr.Re, straight edge superstar, and an individual that is better than you. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, and I don’t do drugs, and most importantly, I don’t allow myself to become a loser like each and every one of you. Unlike all of you, I’m a winner, and I’m only here for one reason, and that’s to become World Champion, and tonight I make my first step to doing that. Bring out the lackey!
~Mr.Re then puts the mic down, Predator announces Styles~
Predator: And, his opponent, making his way to the ring weighing in at 285lbs, from Westerville, OH…AARON STYLES!!
~”Cinderella Man” by Eminem plays over the PA system as the former GCWA Hardcore Champion makes his way out to the ramp to a mixed reaction from the audience. Styles raises his arms up in the arm for another mixed reaction as he heads to the ring. He enters the ring, as he does, he walks by Predator, Predator extends the back of his hand and strokes it down Styles face. Styles backs away, immediately in shock~
Hood: Oh Lord, two jobbers…
Smith: How do you even know they’re jobbers?!
Hood: You forget I’ve seen Styles before and didn’t Re come from the CWF?
Smith: I think so…
Hood: Well then I rest my case
~Predator, exits the ring…As the referee starts to call for the bell “Here We Are Juggernaut” by Coheed & Cambria screams onto the sound system as a chorus of boos erupt from the crowd. Signaling the Minority Shareholder Trevor “The Great One” Kent. TGO makes his appearance on the ramp smirking, dressed in an all black suit with a white shirt and blue tie. TGO already has a mic in hand as chants of “You Suck” come from the OCW audience. A slightly audible chuckle comes from TGO as he puts the mic to his mouth and begins to speak.~
TGO: Show some respect! You’re looking at an OCW Hall of Fame member here!
~The boos intensify as TGO completely expected it, chuckling once again. He motions for the crowd to settle down a little bit, but to no avail.~
TGO: I’ll make this quick. Not only did I come out here to add SOME excitement to this match I came out here to also announce that this match will be a HARDCORE match! Have fun guys…
~TGO walks off the stage as the crowd goes nuts over the sudden announcement. The referee calls for the bell as the match gets underway.~
Hood: HA! I knew he would save the day!
Smith: Save your ass kissing for another time.
~The two men are now torn at the sudden announcement, knowing that everything has suddenly changed, but nonetheless they both charge at each other with Aaron Styles going for a clothesline, but Mr Re ducks and stops in his tracks right behind Styles. Styles turns around only to be met with alternating rights and lefts to the face sending Aaron staggering into the corner where Re continues to the punishment by dishing out some kicks to the solar plexus. Re starts to deliver another right hand to the face of Aaron Styles, but Styles blocks this one and delivers a shot of his own. Re tries once again, but Styles once again blocks the blow and lands a right hook that sends Mr Re reeling this time. Styles quickly reverses positions and throws Mr Re into the corner and hits some knife-edge chops sending the crowd into a frenzy of “Whoo!”s.~
Smith: A la Ric Flair!
Hood: I’m tired of the Whoos…
Smith: I’m already tired of you!
Hood: I can easily have you replaced.
~Aaron Styles then whips Mr Re into the opposite corner. Styles follows Re closely behind and delivers a running knee that has Re grabbing his stomach after impact. Styles immediately follows up with another knife-edge chop that sends Re now grabbing his chest. Styles quickly pulls Re out of the corner and hits a snap suplex.~
Smith: The big man is showing some speed here!
Hood: TAKE OUT HIS KNEES!
~Styles pulls Re up by his hair, but Mr Re counters with a quick kick to the gut sending the big man crouching over. Re backs up Styles against the ropes as he runs to the opposite side of the ring and bounces off of the ropes there, he runs full speed towards Styles and leaps with a flying cross body block connecting to the dazed Aaron Styles, sending both men out to the floor.~
Hood: HA!
Smith: You’re suddenly rooting for the CWF jobber?
Hood: I have to choose some side here, and there’s not much to work with.
~Both men are down on the outside, but it seems like Mr Re is trying to make his way up to a vertical base by pulling up on the announce table. Re is definitely the first man to his feet as Styles is just now trying to get up. Re hurriedly runs to the apron and ducks down, lifting the apron up and grabbing for something underneath. Mr Re pulls out a barbed-wire bat as the crowd sees it and starts to go crazy. Mr Re perches behind Styles as he waits for him to get up. Styles finally does make it to his feet with his back turned towards Mr Re. Aaron Styles turns around still a little dazed as Mr Re immediately charges at Styles and takes a running swing with the baseball bat, but Re misses. Re turns around quickly, but is met with a boot to the face sending him down to ground.~
Smith: That bat is illegal!
Hood: Hardcore match Smithy!
Smith: Damn that TGO!
Hood: You watch your mouth!
~Styles picks up the fallen baseball bat and swings at the downed Mr Re, but Re moves out of the way at the last moment. Styles starts to swing once again at Mr Re, but this time Re kicks the knee of the big man causing him to drop the bat and grab his knee. Re quickly gets up and whips Styles into the ring post face first, Style collapses holding his head. Mr Re now picks up Aaron who’s having trouble getting to his feet, but Re persists finally getting him to a vertical base. He positions Aaron Styles with his back on the ring post. Mr Re grabs the baseball bat and rears back and lands a shot to the stomach of Aaron Styles. Mr Re yanks the baseball bat out of the stomach of Aaron Styles and you can immediately see a gash. Mr Re goes for the pin. 1...2...3! NO! Aaron Styles kicks out!~
Hood: Obviously a slow count
Smith: Don’t blame the referee! Such a cop out.
~Re obviously thinking that it should have been over gets a little perturbed and goes for the chair that the time keeper is sitting in. He then proceeds to bash the legs of Aaron Styles with the chair, not once, not twice, not even three times, but FOUR times in a row. The crowd is on their feet with excitement from the damage that is getting done~
Smith: O! M! G!
Hood: Did you really just say that?
Smith: Yeah, I guess I did…
Hood: Never again…
~With Aaron Styles down on the ground Mr Re puts the chair on top of the stomach of Aaron and climbs on the apron looking down at his fallen opponent. Re shakes his head “No” and looks at the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top with his back to the ground outside. He leaps off in a moonsault and lands on top of Aaron Styles. Mr. Re grabs his stomach in pain as it looks like he took the majority of the damage, but Aaron Styles seems to be unconscious from a stray forearm that seemed to have caught him squarely on the head. Mr. Re regains some composure and makes the cover~
1!
2!
3!!!!
Predator: Here is your winner and the man who will move on in the OCW Championship Tournament….MR. RE!!!!!
~Predator, after raising Mr. Re’s hand in victory, slides his hand down Mr. Re’s arm, seductively…Mr. Re yanks his arm away and gives Predator a “WTF?!” look before exiting the ring as “Line in the Sand” by Motorhead blares throughout the arena~
Smith: Great win for Mr. Re…he looked very impressive!
Hood: Yup and he moves on to the second round.
Smith: One step closer to OCW glory…
Hood: But, I have to ask…what the fuck is with this Predator fellow?
Smith: I’m just trying to ignore him and praying he doesn’t come over here.
Hood: Surely he won’t be a permanent fixture in the new OCW, will he?
Smith: He’s apparently working for free…stating that the ‘thrill’ of being in the ring with all these ‘wrestlers’ is pay enough…and, we all know how Dean likes to save money.
Hood: Fuck me…this guy’s gonna be around forever, isn’t he…
~We cut back to the backstage area, where we see two men making their way towards their locker room. The fans can be heard cheering as they're shown to be Crazy Chris and Dangerous Dan, the Danger Boiz. The brothers are talking as they near the camera.~
Crazy Chris: This is going to be great, Dan. The Danger Boiz are going to be the superstars of OCW!
Dangerous Dan: The OCW World Heavyweight Title is going to be mine, Chris. You just wait and see what I do to Waylon Ewing next week!
Crazy Chris: And once you have that belt, I'm sure we'll be adding plenty more. We're Hall of Famers already, now it's time to get ourselves into another one!
Dangerous Dan: Hey, have you seen Madyson?
Crazy Chris: She's supposed to meet us here. I bet she's already in the locker room.
~Chris and Dan head around the bend in the hallway, but then stop in their tracks. The two men look suddenly cautious, as the camera moves around to get a shot of what's in front of them. We see Andrew Logan standing there, his arms crossed as he looks over the two guys with a concentrated stare. He doesn't say a word, as he seems to be studying the tag-team. Behind him, a cough is heard, and then Anthony Logan appears, stepping around his larger brother.~
Anthony Logan: Well, hello there, Danger Boiz. I thought we'd be running into you here sooner or later... Andrew, man, take a breath before you pass out!
~After a second, Andrew shakes his head and moves over to the far wall. It's hard to tell exactly what the big man is thinking. Meanwhile, though, Anthony extends his hand to Dangerous Dan, as the two knew each other pretty well in their old federation. Dan, after a moment, returns the gesture, showing respect.~
Dangerous Dan: It's good to see you, Anthony. I heard you and Andrew were going to be wrestling again, instead of continuing as a referee and... where's Andrew been all this time again?
Anthony Logan: Still trying to figure that one out myself. But look, we wanted to talk to you guys about... future opportunities.
Crazy Chris: Is this about the OCW World Tag-Team Titles? Because we're not going to back down from going after them...
Anthony Logan: And we wouldn't ask you to. That's not our style. No, Chris, Dan, we actually wanted to talk to you about... an alliance. You see, back in the day, Andrew had a pretty good group here. With the support of friends, he was even able to become the OCW World Heavyweight Champion for a time. Now that OCW's back... we're thinking that the group needs to return as well.
~Andrew's shown in the background again, still apparently considering the Danger Boiz' potential. He didn't have as much time alongside the two wrestlers as Anthony did.~
Anthony Logan: Look, Dan, the point is, I think we can help each other out, and really make a name for ourselves here. But it's up to you two. Let us know. We'll be seeing each other soon enough, I'm sure.
~Anthony hands Dangerous Dan a card, with Dan studying it for a moment before looking up, surprised. But Anthony's already turned and is walking away, falling into step with his brother. The two Logans immediately start talking with each other, heading off down the hall, as Crazy Chris comes up next to Dan. He looks over Dan's shoulder, with the two looking at the card. The cameraman zooms in, showing the graphic displayed on it, along with two words: Explicit Content. We head back to ringside.~
Smith: Explicit Content!! Returning!
Hood: Well, only if the Danger Boiz accept.
Smith: Why wouldn’t they? This is a perfect team!
Hood: Calm down there, Smithy…those don’t look like cheap pants.
Smith: Well, thanks for noticing…I did happen to make my way down to…
Hood: Yea, I don’t care.
Smith: Jerk off!
~The camera cuts to another area backstage. It is shown on the video screen to everybody. People suddenly look at the screen. He had been hyped by the crowd for a long time. Dirtsheets had been swirling on who this mystery signing would be.. Jordan's face is shown. The crowd suddenly cheers insanely for the former champion. He shrugs as if he didn't expect it~
Smith: ...Goldeneye? Goldeneye is our newest recruit? This is amazing... ASW United States champion, regarded as a major competitor in LSW and NCW...
Jordan Layman: Alright... first thing's first... I want to be called something different.
~He looks more into the camera, almost holding it~
Jordan Layman: My name is Jordan Layman.
~He holds the camera now, waiting for the crowd to die down~
Jordan Layman: I want to show I'm not "2-D", or whatever you guys want to call me. I am pure. I am Goldeneye.
~Jordan waits while another pop subsides. The Crowd chants his name as he holds the camera close to his face~
Jordan: I will win for you fans. I respect you all, I know you guys decide my battles. I want you guys with me this whole time I'm here. And so, OCW... I hope to win a title or two here. I want to be known all over Dallas, San Antonio, Orlando, San Fransisco, to the heights of NYC, the Seattle Needle, EVERYWHERE.
~He then drops the camera. The camera shows him walking off down the hall as he walks down the hall after that speech. The crowd cheers insanely for it. He dropped a note and the camera shows it. It says, "The OCW crowd will in their first championship; you are my everything."~
Smith: Wow. What a statement from a great signing! I can't wait to see what Jordan "Goldeneye" Layman has in store for us! A title shot? Possibly!
Hood: Well, he certainly sounds impressive.
Smith: This is MY pick to be the newest OCW sensation!
Hood: Yea, I heard you hyping him earlier.
Smith: Goldeneye!!
Hood: Well, he may be your pick…but it’s time for our second match of the evening where the man I have pegged as the next OCW superstar is set to make his debut!!
R.M. Strong (0-0) vs. “Super Sexy Boogeyman Slayer” Steven Osbourne (0-0)
Predator: Our next match is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the OCW Championship Tournament!!! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, standing 6’4 and weighing in at 268 lbs….R.M. Strong!!!
~ “Sound of Madness” by Shinedown begins to play as the fans stand and watch former CWF superstar, R.M. Strong make his way down to the ringside area. He steps inside the ring, through the ropes and walks by Predator…Predator reaches out to grab Strong’s ass…Strong avoids Predator’s hands fairly easily, shooting him a menacing look. Predator continues to speak~
Predator: And, his opponent, from Sexville, Population….ME! Standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 218 lbs…he is the “Super Sexy Boogeyman Slayer” Steven Osbourne!!!! Yea…
~ “Fever for the Flava” by Hot Action Cop begins to play as Steven Osbourne makes his way to the ring…several fans cheer while others, rather than dishing their cheers out like some cheap whore, wait to see what Osbourne is all about. Osbourne nods at a few young girls in the crowd before sliding into the ring. Predator offers to help Osbourne to his feet, Osbourne accepts, unknowingly of Predator’s intentions. Predator grabs Osbourne’s hand, pulls him to his feet, as he does, Predator’s other hand finds Osbourne’s hairy chest. Osbourne, trying to play it off, works to yank Predator’s hand out of his chest hair without the fans noticing. Predator, however, grips Osbourne’s chest hair, tight, forcing Osbourne to deliver a strong chop to Predator’s arm…Predator pulls his arm back, shaking it in pain, before exiting the ring~
Smith: Dean needs to fire Predator…before OCW gets sued again.
Hood: We get sued after every episode, I’m sure we’ll be just fine…but, man, this Steven Osbourne guy is a total pimp, did you see him woo those ladies on his way to the ring?
Smith: Those weren’t ladies, Hood…those were girls…young ones.
Hood: If there’s grass on the field, pound her until she bleeds.
Smith: OH MY GOD! WHAT IF THAT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER!
Hood: I don’t have a daughter, so that scenario is an impossible one.
Smith: Whatever! Oh and I must correct Predator…
Hood: Geez, first day on the job and he’s already fucking up.
Smith: Osbourne is from Sexville, Population You…not Population Me…apparently Predator got a little excited.
Hood: Shocker.
~The bell rings as Osbourne and Strong measure one another up…Strong lunges in, going for a traditional lock up, Osbourne ducks out of the way. Strong turns around, quickly, to locate Osbourne, as he does, Osbourne smacks him in the face. Strong grabs his chin and glares at Osbourne with anger...Strong then goes for another lock up attempt...just as before, Osbourne uses his quickness to dart out of the way. Strong turns around, once more to, yet again, have Osbourne smack him in the jaw. Osbourne smirks at Strong as Strong has a look of frustration plastered on his face.~
Smith: Pretty evident that Osbourne has the advantage in quickness.
Hood: Yea, I’m guessing R.M. Strong has him in the strength category?
Smith: That’s an astute observation, Hood…did you research that fact?
Hood: His last name is Strong, isn’t it?
Smith: For the love!
~Strong stalks Osbourne, one more time, going for another lock up. Strong lunges for it, Osbourne, tries to dart out of the way again…however, this time, Strong is ready for it and, instead of lunging all the way for a lock up, he throws his arm out to the side and drills Osbourne with a clothesline! Osbourne’s back and head slam into the mat…Strong starts to stomp away, with a vengeance on Osbourne as he lies on the mat…we hear a smattering of high pitched boos as the women in the crowd protest Strong’s beat down~
Smith: Strong caught Osbourne!
Hood: Yes, and the wimmens are not happy about it!
Smith: A strong female contingent behind Steven Osbourne!
Hood: I’m shocked you’re not cheering for him, Smith.
Smith: Is that some kind of ‘witty’ jab at me, insinuating that I’m gay or woman-like?
Hood: Why yes, Smith, yes it is.
~Strong bends over and grabs Osbourne by the hair, he yanks Osbourne to his feet and whips him into a nearby corner. Osbourne hits hard and grimaces in pain…Strong rushes in and delivers a huge splash!! Strong backs out, allowing Osbourne to stumble out from the corner…Strong scoops him up, lifts him up high and slams him onto the mat with tremendous force! Strong then drops a leg across the neck of Osbourne…remaining on the ground, Strong grabs Osbourne’s head and locks him in a headlock. Osbourne looks to be in tremendous pain as Strong applies more and more pressure~
Smith: R.M. Strong in total control early on.
Hood: A Strong showing.
Smith: Yes, indeed it is
Hood: Making a Strong case for advancing in the tournament.
Smith: Uh Huh
Hood: Flexing his Strong muscles as he applied that headlock.
Smith: Mmmmhmmmm…
Hood: Strong with a Strong showing will present a Strong argument that Strong and his Strong muscles should…
Smith: Okay, that’s enough!
Hood: Just trying to do my job, asshole.
~Osbourne works to fight his way out of the headlock, he has made it to his feet and, as a result, Strong is on his feet. Osbourne begins to deliver several elbow shots into the midsection of Strong, Strong winces in pain and loses his grip on the headlock. Osbourne breaks free, he runs into the ropes, bounces off, Strong goes for a lariat, Osbourne ducks…Osbourne bounces off another set of ropes, leaps into the air, Strong turns around and eats a flying forearm!!! Strong falls backwards as Osbourne leaps back to his feet and smiles to the crowd, they cheer~
Smith: And, just like *that*…
Hood: What the fuck was that?
Smith: What do you mean?
Hood: Was that supposed to be a snap?
Smith: Uhh…
Hood: Was it??
Smith: Well, I mean
Hood: Cause I heard no snapping noise…
Smith: Well, I did eat greasy fried chicken in between…
Hood: You can’t snap, can you?
Smith: It’s not that I can’t, it’s just.
Hood: Dude, what a fucking loser…you can’t snap your fingers…that has to make you slightly retarded.
Smith: Shut up! It’s a disability, would you make fun of someone in a wheelchair…would you? Hood? Where are you going…come back here!! That wasn’t a dare!
~Osbourne heads over to the nearest corner and climbs to the top rope. He looks down and notices that Strong has made it back to his feet, Osbourne leaps off the top rope, going for a double axe handle. Strong catches him, however, and tosses Osbourne over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex!! Osbourne hits the mat hard and arches his back in pain as the fans begin to boo Strong~
Hood: Great action so far, right Timmy?
Kid: My name isn’t Timmy, it’s…
Hood: Go with it, kid…Timmy works perfect for someone in your condition…didn’t you ever hear of Tiny Tim?
Kid: Uhm…
Hood: Anyways, poor Tiny Timmy here has been relegated to a wheel chair due to being hit by a drunk driver.
Kid: Actually, sir, I’m just here temporarily due to a broken…
Hood: SHUT THE FUCK UP TIMMY, YOU WERE CRIPPLED BY A DRUNK DRIVER!!!
Kid: ….
Hood: And, you know what, Timmy? I was that drunk driver! I hit your car and I crippled your pathetic little ass…how do you like that?? AHAHAHAHA
Man: You can’t talk to my son that way, you piece of shit!
Hood: Whoa…
~Hood darts away from the large, angry father as little ‘timmy’ is crying. He rejoins Smith at the announce table. Meanwhile, back inside the ring Strong has Osbourne back to his feet and is delivering some vicious right hands, sending Osbourne leaning against the ropes. Strong lifts a knee into the midsection of Osbourne, he then whips Osbourne across the ring, off the ropes…Osbourne bounces off the other set of ropes and Strong drills him in the face with a big leg!! Osbourne falls to the mat, Strong goes for the pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Smith: Osbourne kicks out!!
Hood: Security!! I want that man escorted out of here, he accosted me!
Smith: I’m pretty sure you provoked him, Hood.
Hood: I’m the talent, you don’t TOUCH the talent!
Smith: Whatever, it’s a moot point…how about you do your job and help me call this match?
Hood: Okay, sure…so, what’s going on?
Smith: Strong almost got the pin fall.
Hood: Ahh, so it was a Strong 2 count, huh?
Smith: *heavy sigh*
~Strong gets to his feet and stares at the ref, believing the count to be a tad slow. He yanks Osbourne to his feet, as he does, Osbourne pokes Strong in the eye. Strong grabs his face in pain and loses his grip on Osbourne. Osbourne takes a few moments to get his wits about him, he then delivers a vicious spinning heel kick to the side of the head of Strong!! Strong staggers against the ropes…Osbourne rushes in leaps onto Strong, Strong grabs him, Osbourne hooks Strong’s head, going for a Tornado DDT…instead of dropping him with the DDT, though, Osbourne turns it into a small package!! The ref slides into view to make the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Smith: Osbourne almost pulled it out there! The quickness…lightning like!
Hood: I hope he isn’t that quick with his lady friends.
Smith: I doubt it…or he’s a compulsive liar.
Hood: This is OCW, people don’t lie in OCW.
Smith: Nah, never.
~Osbourne quickly makes it back to his feet, Strong gets to his knees, Osbourne delivers a crushing knee to the face of Strong! Strong falls to his side, holding his face in pain. Osbourne stands over him, taunting Strong a bit…he delivers some kicks to the midsection of Strong before posing for the crowd a bit, they cheer him on~
Smith: Osbourne is starting to feel pretty confident about this one.
Hood: I like his style.
Smith: He’d better be careful, though…R.M. Strong showed in CWF that he’s capable of defeating anyone, anytime, any place.
Hood: OCW isn’t ‘any place’.
Smith: We shall see.
~Osbourne, standing near the ropes, is flirting with some women who are seated near ringside. With his back to Strong, we see that Strong is on all fours, making it back to his feet. The girl points at Strong, causing Osbourne to turn around and notice that Strong is back to his feet. Osbourne smirks and walks up to Strong and goes for a dropkick. RM Strong blocks the dropkick attempt by Osbourne. He grabs him by the hair and tosses Steven over the top rope to the arena floor. He turns his back to Oz to taunt the crowd by raising his hands in the air. However Steven has landed on his feet. He runs.. over to the announce table~
Hood: Steven Osbourne just came over to our announce table and what the fuck? He just stole a pen and a piece of paper? I thought he was just a player not a kletomaniac!
Smith: Steven takes his pen and paper and goes over to the front row and it looks like he's trying to get a number from that rather chesty redhead.
~Steven however gets shot down to good natured boos from the crowd. So Steven approaches a blonde two seats over, drops to a knee and says "You're hot, I'm hot, let's have hot sex" and surprisingly enough gets the number to a rousing cheer.~
Hood: Some people have no standards! And look at that idiot celebrating wildly.
~Strong however isn't amused and reaches over the top rope grabbing Osbourne by the throat and pulling him back in. He tosses Steven off of the ropes and backdrops him. However the Super Sexy Boogeyman Slayer tries a sunset flip. RM grabs onto the ropes to stop any hope of that working. The ref notices the hands on the ropes and kicks them which allows Steven to strike.. he drives the pen right into the groin of Strong while the referee was looking at the hands. He goes for the cover~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The ref calls for the bell as Osbourne leaps to his feet with his arms up in victory~
Predator: Here is your winner and he will advance to the second round of the championship tournament…. “SUPER SEXY BOOGEYMAN SLAYER” STEVEN OSBOURNE!!!!!
Smith: Steven said he was a master of cheating and I have to say I've never seen anything like that before.
Hood: Most wrestlers aren't that cheap. Clearly Osbourne has no standards either!
Smith: So, how do we record that…Osbourne wins via…
Hood: Ball Point Stab to Strong’s Testicles.
Smith: I’m going to put ‘shenanigans’.
Hood: Shenanigans is such a gay word.
Smith: I like it, it’s fun!
Hood: It sounds like what you’d call an afternoon at Neverland Ranch.
Smith: A moment of silence, for Michael.
Hood: I need a beer!
~In the backstage area, Crazy Chris is in his locker room drinking a bottle of water. There is a knock at the door and Chris looks up at it. Another knock comes, very quickly. Chris takes a step towards the door when a loud thud thunders through the room and the door swings open, being kicked in by a huge man covered in a black robe from head to toe. The man walks in, throwing down a scythe with a huge metal blade that crashes on the floor. Crazy Chris looks at the huge man, who seems to be over 6'5 and well over 400lbs, though the robe makes it difficult to see the specifics.~
Crazy Chris: Woah... dude... What the-
~The robed man swings his fist and connects with Chris's face. Chris goes down to the ground hard and the hooded man swings his knee and throws it into the falling man's head. Chris connects with the floor and the Grim-Reaper-type figure begins kicking and stomping at him. Rolling to try to protect himself, the man is relentless and continues kicking him. After a moment he stops and looks down at the prone Crazy Chris.~
Plethora: I am Plethora the Perilous and you don't want to mess with me. Where is your brother? Where is Dangerous Dan?
~Chris rolls over and begins crawling, trying to get away, but does not answer. Plethora jumps forward and kicks Chris's face, which slams forward into the hard concrete floor. Chris rolls over, his nose busted and his face covered in blood and looks up at the dark figure.~
Plethora: This isn't GCWA. There isn't anyone here to protect you. You're here trying to play with the big boys? You're going to get hurt. Tell me where Dan is. Now!
~Plethora waits a moment and when Chris doesn't immediately speak, he slams his foot into Chris's face. Chris rolls over, trying to protect himself, but Plethora is quick to grab the scythe off the floor.~
Smith: Oh dear God no... He's got a scythe! Put that down!
~Plethora walks over and stands above Chris and slams the wooden-staff part of the scythe against his back. The scythe breaks in half and Chris cries out in pain.~
Plethora: You should have told me where he was... You should have spoken and not been Mr. Tough Guy. He's going to pay eventually. He's going to pay the ultimate price.
~Plethora drops the two broken pieces of scythe on each side of Chris and lifts him up. He nails a kick to the stomach and sets Chris up for a piledriver. Chris, however, hits a low blow. Plethora leans over in pain and Chris stands up, his face covered in blood, coming from multiple wounds. Chris swings his fist and hits a punch. Plethora moves back a few steps and then runs forward, but Chris steps out of the way. Plethora hits the locker behind him and Chris jumps at Plethora with a super-kick. Plethora moves out of the way, though, and Chris kicks the locker, yelling in pain. Plethora catches him and sets him up again for a piledriver and then piledrives him into the concrete floor.~
Smith: Oh... holy shit.. That looked like a jumping piledriver onto that concrete floor... I don't know how you get up from that.
~Plethora gets back to his feet and looks down at the broken scythe, the steel locker dented in several places, and the broken and bloody body of Crazy Chris.~
Plethora: This isn't like anyplace you've been before... and it's not going to be a fun ride.
~Plethora walks off, leaving Chris motionless. As he does, we cut to another shot backstage where Lurrr is seen seated in his office, having witnessed what just went down. He picks up a phone, in his office, dials out to a number and speaks~
Lurrr: Get some paramedics to the Danger Boiz locker room immediately…do it now!
~Lurrr hangs the phone up and shakes his head…as he does, we see Dean enter. Lurrr stands up and shakes hands with Dean, they speak~
Lurrr: What’s up, Dean…did you just see that shit? Plethora put a vicious beat down on Crazy Chris.
Dean: Nah, missed it, sucka…I was walking through the hall way, heading to your office…which is where I am now. Did you call the OCW paramedics?
Lurrr: Yup, they should be tending to him right now.
Dean: Awesome…Plethora did it, huh…I guess he’s trying to make an impact.
Lurrr: I guess so…it was pretty fucking vicious, almost as if he wanted to end Chris’ career…he was looking for Dan, as well.
Dean: Hmm…well, sounds like a rookie wanting to make an impact, if you ask me.
Lurrr: Probably, I remember beating the shit out of people when I was new…it’s awesome.
Dean: Great job explaining the tournament earlier tonight…I can’t wait to see who emerges as the new World Champ.
Lurrr: Yea, it’s been a great night so far…better than I could have anticipated…well, aside from The Great One changing the rules of the match earlier…how long do we have to put up with his shit? He isn’t authentic OCW…he’s just some douche bag with a lot of money…no way he should be running OCW with us…it isn’t right.
Dean: Don’t worry, Lurrr…right now, his money is talking, however, in the coming weeks, after we make his life a living hell…he’ll have no choice but to leave and then we’ll run things like we always have…the way we want.
~The abrupt halt to the conversation was cause by the monitor in Lurrr’s office playing “Here We Are Juggernaut” by Coheed & Cambria. Both Dean and Lurrr look to the monitor as we cut ringside to see the lights off in the arena as the letters “T” “G” and “O” all one by one flash on the OCWtron. Pyro blasts from the stage as out comes the Minority Shareholder of the OCW to another chorus of boos, this time it seems like it’s louder than the ones that he received the first time he made his appearance. Trevor slowly walks out to the ring smirking the whole way down.~
Hood: WOOT! He graces us with his appearance once again!
Smith: I was actually interested in what Lurrr and Dean were saying.
Hood: Tough “sucka” his highness has made another appearance!
~The Great One climbs into the ring and makes his way to the middle of it. He holds the microphone up to his mouth as the OCW Hall of Famer starts to speak.~
TGO: What a fan-f’n-tastic card we’ve had so far tonight huh? Of course it’s not as great of a card as it was back in the day where I was headlining all of the shows, but that’s not why I’m out here tonight. I’m not out here to harp on my past accomplishments and to tell you all that I’m the reason why the OCW is held in such high regard in the wrestling community. No. I’m here to let you ALL know what my plans are in the OCW this time.
This isn’t the federation it used to be. This federation has a new generation of athletes that are going to be led by ME! That’s right, I said it…ME! Dean and Lurrr can talk all they want about what they have planned, but little do they know that I hold the power here. They can’t make a single decision without having to go to the board and running it by all of us.
~The crowd starts an “asshole” chant as once again TGO snickers~
TGO: Really? Do you REALLY think that phases me? You people have to remember who I am, a snide remark won’t hurt me people. Here’s how this iteration of the OCW is going to be different…actually think again I’m not ready to tell you people quite yet…next week though, next week…
~TGO gets ready to walk out of the ring, but turns around abruptly and starts to speak again~
TGO: One more thing. Dean. Lurrr. You two are going have your hands full next week…
~”Here We Are Juggernaut” by Coheed & Cambria once again as we cut back to the office of Dean.~
Lurrr: Fuck that guy…seriously, fuck him…let me beat his ass, come on!
Dean: Listen, Lurrr…there’s nothing I’d like to see more than the TRUE Icon of OCW, Lurrr, lay The Great One out with the Wake Up Call…however, we simply cannot touch him right now…he’s too powerful. We just need to sit back, deal with his stupid ideas and overblown ego and, when the time is right, take him out…
Lurrr: You always did have more patience then I do…okay, fine, I’ll do my best…but I don’t know how long I can last with him running his mouth like that.
~Dean nods as we head back to ringside~
Smith: First show and there’s already friction amongst the staff members.
Hood: Lurrr and The Great One, two of my all time favorites…it’s hard for me to pick a side, Smith…here’s hoping they both win!
Smith: I doubt that’s going to happen…neither man’s ego will stand for a co-existing partnership.
Hood: Sad, but true…which is why they are both awesome!
Smith: Sure…now, onto something else we saw…the debut of Plethora, as he laid Crazy Chris out…with vicious intent.
Hood: Definitely the most violent moment of the show, so far…almost as if Plethora had some sort of vendetta against Chris.
Smith: Well, he was looking for Dan.
Hood: True that…the Danger Boiz had better team up with the Logans…in OCW, you need all the help you can get.
Smith: Double True! Folks…I’m being told another OCW newcomer is backstage, ready to make an announcement!!
~We cut backstage where we see a very plain looking man in a plain, white t-shirt, plain blue jeans, plain shoes and a plain haircut, standing, ready to cut a promo. He speaks~
Plain Guy: Hey there, OCW, my name is Terry B. Anderson and, next week, I will pull double duty as I face Trent Steel AND Arachne in the Championship Tournament…I gotta tell ya, I’m super excited to be competing in OCW…big thanks go out to Dean for giving me not one, but two spots in the tournament, I won’t let you down, Dean….
~The lights go out backstage, we hear the sound of someone struggling, we hear TBA screaming in a high pitched tone followed by a sickening thud. Footsteps are heard, walking away as the lights come back on. We see TBA, lying, face down in a pool of his own blood…we then go back to ringside~
Smith: Poor guy, he seemed so excited about his match next week…doesn’t look like he’ll make it now.
Hood: At least the mystery has been solved, we now know who TBA really is.
Smith: We wish him a speedy recovery…who do you think laid him out?
Hood: Shadow Stalker? How the hell should I know, it was dark!
Smith: Okay, okay…fine…well, it’s time for our main event!! Let’s head to the ring for the action!!
“Canadian Perfect” Chris Wrestling (0-0) vs. Lorenzo Demarco (0-0)
~ “Sinner” by Drowning Pool begins to play as Chris Wrestling makes his way to the ring the fans stand and watch as he reaches the ring, climbs in and stares into the crowd. As he does, Predator walks up, behind him and begins to massage his shoulders…Wrestling violently shrugs Predator off and gets away from him as quick as possible…Predator smiles and continues with his announcing duties~
Predator: And, his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, standing 6’4 and weighing in at 240 lbs…he is a former GCWA World Tag Team Champion….Lorenzo Demarco!!!!!
~ “Things Done Changed” by Notorious B.I.G. begins to play as the crowd erupts when they see Lorenzo Demarco make his way down to the ring. Demarco makes his way to the ring, he enters through the ropes, walks by Predator, Predator goes for a nut tap, Demarco dodges Predator’s wandering hand and rears back, like he’s about to punch him. Predator quickly exits the ring~
Smith: Great ovation for Lorenzo Demarco!!
Hood: He did great things in GCWA, we’re hoping he continues his success in OCW!
Jones: Man both men look in tremendous shape guys, this is a match I had circled when President Dean announced the first ever Addiction Card.
Hood: What the fuck…JONES?!
Jones: Yes, it is I, Jones.
Hood: The fuck are you doing here?
Jones: Dean gave me an opportunity to earn a job here in OCW, by broadcasting the main event with you guys!
Hood: Are you fucking kidding me?
Smith: Wow, that’s great to hear, Jones…good luck!
Jones: Thanks Smith, I love working next to ya.
Hood: There he goes again ladies and gentlemen, proving me right when it comes to my assessment of Jones being in the closet…..
Smith: Whew… Hope the wife and kids aren’t watching tonight’s telecast Jonesy!!!
Jones: Let’s quit this silly stuff and turn our focus on the two men inside the ring.
Hood: Haha, oh man if you could hear yourself right now!!!
~The bell rings as the crowd waits in anticipation for this one. Chris Wrestling begins by moving around the ring shuffling his feet as almost mocking Lorenzo Demarco. Demarco begins to look at Mr. Wrestling with a peculiar face. Suddenly Demarco throws his hands up in the air and charges leveling Mr. Wrestling with a clothesline. Mr. Wrestling is caught off guard and retreats to the corner where he makes sure his half his body is outside the ring. Demarco begins to go on the attack again but the referee steps in to stop Demarco and beginning his count telling Wrestling to get back into the ring. Mr. Wrestling gets up from the corner and tells the referee to keep an eye on Demarco by pointing towards him~
Jones: Lorenzo Demarco comes into his first OCW match highly regarded from his run in the GCWA, where he made a tremendous impact over the last few months.
Smith: Well he has done many good things over the last few months that’s for sure but Chris Wrestling didn’t come by himself but with a group, the Corporation, which word around back says this collections of wrestler’s could rival the days when the MoB rules our great company.
Hood: Oh man I loved the MoB that was THE faction back in the day!!!
Jones: Let’s please not relive the moments when a faction try to take out all of us and this company.
~Wrestling now begins to size Demarco up and goes for a kick to the stomach. Demarco quickly blocks the kick shaking his head at Wrestling; he takes his elbow and drives Wrestling down to the mat. Demarco gets back up with Wrestling still on the ground and goes for a quick leg drop to the neck of Wrestling executing it perfectly. Demarco picks Wrestling up and swings him to the ropes going for quick drop kick but misses as Wrestling holds onto the ropes. Demarco hits nothing but air and hits the mat hard he begins to slowly get up with his back to Wrestling. Wrestling now sees an opportunity to use his technical style, he quickly runs into the ropes flying feet first into Demarco hitting both feet into the lower back of Demarco. Demarco goes back to the mat in a ton of pain. Wrestling swing towards the ropes again with Demarco laid out face first on the edge of the ropes with his head hanging out. Wrestling slides through under the mat and lays a hard right hand punch to Demarco face which was hanging outside the ropes. Demarco goes flailing back into the ring hopping up and down holding his jaw~
Jones: Well Mr. Wrestling looks great early on with the offense here, he is known as a technical style wrestler using the mat to his advantage.
Smith: Yeah he needs to keep Demarco on the mat because Demarco is known for his Brawler style and if he can get you to fight his style Mr. Wrestling could be hurt in a bad way.
Hood: Hurt in a bad way like Ms. Jones when she goes outside of the box with a guy like me!!
Jones: Oh come on Hood that’s below the waist!!!!
~Wrestling slides back into the ring where Demarco has now got up to his feet where he is still slouched over holding his mouth. Wrestling continues on the attack as he hits Demarco with a running clothesline to the back of Demarco’s head. Wrestling picks Demarco up and swings him into the ropes once again but this time Demarco reverses the offense and lays a huge clothesline on Wrestling going for a quick cover. The referee begins to count~
1!!!!!
2!!!!!
~Wrestling kicks out and rolls away~
Smith: Oh my!!! That was a huge shot given by Demarco.
Jones: That looked to be like there was a lot of frustration in that clothesline with how this match has started.
Hood: Yeah Wrestling needs to be careful here….
~Demarco begins to stomp away on Wrestling looking like a lot of frustration is being taken out on Wrestling. The crowd now begins to cheer getting behind the former GCWA wrestler. Demarco picks Wrestling up and stands him up in the nearest ring corner. Demarco climbs the ropes and begins to land one head blow after another. The crowd begins to count with each head blow that is landed by Demarco. After the seventh head blow Demarco jumps down to the mat and Wrestling falls down face first in front of Demarco. The crowd loves it as Demarco begins to play to them a little, maybe a little too much showing no concern for Wrestling. While Demarco continues to play to the crowd Wrestling has now slowly found his feet after the massive head blows. Demarco slowly turns around and sees Wrestling has found his feet, now realizing he might have enjoyed the crowd a little too much. Demarco charges towards Wrestling from the opposite corner but Wrestling catches him with a quick spear. The crowd reacts to the violent spear. Wrestling falls to the mat and covers Demarco. The Referee begins his count~
1!!!!
2!!!!
~But Demarco quickly kicks out with the crowd cheering thinking they might have saw the newcomer steal one there~
Jones: Wow that was close what a recovery by Wrestling!!!
Hood: Man I tell you what Demarco sure is getting on my nerves with all this playing to the crowd shit!!!
Smith: Well when they love you it’s nice to show your appreciation.
~Wrestling picks Demarco up and begins to go on the attack again with quick punches to the face, he then swings Demarco into a corner and begins to lay some serious chops to the chests. The chops to the chest let out a loud slapping noise with the crowd reacting to every chop knowing that Demarco must be taking in some serious pain. Wrestling turns his head spits in the air catching it with his hand and landing one more chop to the chest. Wrestling backs up as Demarco falls to the mat, the crowd now has a few choice words for Wrestling with his last chop. Unlike Demarco he ignores the crowd~
Hood: That a boy Wrestling just have to ignore the appreciation unlike Demarco.
Jones: Man if you call those words of appreciation I would hate to hear how you give any words of encouragement.
Hood: Well Jones ask your wife and she will tell you my methods of appreciation and encouragement.
Smith: Man like I said earlier Jonesy hope the family isn’t watching tonight!!!
~Wrestling goes to pick Demarco up but Demarco knocks his hands away and lays another blow to Wrestling’s head. He then grabs him and swings him over the top rope where Wrestling hits the outside very hard shoulder first. Demarco slowly climbs through the ropes and stands over Wrestling from the mat. Wrestling slowly gets up with his back turned to Demarco and the ring. The crowd begins to get up out of their seats waiting to see what Demarco has in store for Wrestling. Demarco begins to signal like he is asking Wrestling to turn around. Wrestling still shaken from his fall slowly does and suddenly Demarco leaps from the mat and goes airborne flying on top of Wrestling taking him down to the ground. Both him are now outside the ring on the ground. The crowd loves the unusual high flying move by the Brawler cheering wildly~
Jones: Wow what a move by Demarco he really took a chance there but a great leaping takedown now puts Wrestling in a situation he didn’t want to be in.
Smith: Yeah outside the ring is the perfect setting for a brawler like Demarco.
Hood: You guys shut up Wrestling has him just where he wants him. The only situation that Jones doesn’t want to be in is a party at the Playboy Mansion!!!
~With both men on the outside now Demarco is the first man up and slowly finds the strength to pick Wrestling up. He takes Wrestling by the neck quickly turning it into a swinging flying neck breaker. Wrestling looks severely injured as the referee now goes to the outside to see if he is okay. Wrestling comes to it but he looks badly hurt the referee continues to ask if he can continue. Demarco is now trying to continue his attack but with the referee in between them he can’t. Wrestling slowly moving now shoves the referee away telling him he wants to continue~
Hood: Leave him alone ref!!! He wants to beat this joker let him continue!!!
Jones: Wow that was another aggressive move by Demarco, it almost looked like he broke Wrestling’s neck!!!
Smith: Well Wrestling is back up so he must be fine.
~With Wrestling now back to his feet he sees Demarco in front of him with ref now back in the ring starting his count. Demarco lays a blow to the back of that injured neck of Wrestling’s but he fights it off grabbing Demarco by the waist and driving him into the ring back first. Demarco immediately grabs his back that was worked on earlier by Wrestling. Wrestling picks up Demarco and swings him violently into the railing. Demarco once again goes back first. By this time the referee’s count is to 5…. Wrestling notices this and quickly slides into the ring breaking the double count out but Demarco is till laid out from his visit to the railing. The referee continues his count~
6!!!!!
~Demarco slowly gets up but has no idea that the referee is counting.~
7!!!!!
8!!!!!
~Demarco has slowly come to it and realizes that the count is at 8!!!~
9!!!!!
~Demarco leaps for the mat and slides in just barely before the count can be completed. You hear the crowd go wild as they know Demarco just avoided the count out~
Jones: Wow that was so close, I almost thought we had a winner via count out!!
Smith: Man what a match we have had here tonight!!! This one is back and forth big blow after big blow!!!
Jones: Man this Demarco guy has shown a lot here tonight but Mr. Wrestling is fixing to show you guys why he could become the next great star here in the OCW watch this coming up.
~Wrestling quickly grabs Demarco and swings him to the rope where he executes a perfectly timed DDT. The crowd can’t believe how perfectly timed it was. Demarco looks out cold, Wrestling moves over Demarco going for the cover~
Hood: What did I tell you boys this is over!!!
Jones: Wrestling going for the cover after that ridiculously timed DDT!!!
Smith: He has him guys what a great statement this is going to be!!!
~The referee goes for the count~
1!!!!
2!!!!
3…….. NO!!
~Demarco gets his hand up barely the crowd groans!!!!~
Hood: How the hell did he get up from that DDT!!!!!
Jones: What a match Demarco barely gets his shoulder up on that count!!!! The crowd is loving it!!!
~Wrestling gets up with both hands on top of his head in total shock. Still in disbelief he gets up grabbing the ref by the shirt begging for a quicker count~
Jones: Oh Wrestling be careful here don’t ruin this great match with a DQ!!!
Hood: Fuck it beat the holy hell out of that guy what a slow fucking count!!!
Smith: Meanwhile Demarco is slowly moving around in the ring Wrestling you better turn your attention to him!!!
~Wrestling turns back around and sees Demarco slowly going for the ropes. Wrestling slides him back towards the center. The crowd knows what next as Wrestling signals for the “Perfect Shooter.” He grabs Demarco by the legs and looks like he is going to get it hooked~
Jones: Oh man now it is over the “Perfect Shooter!!!!”
Hood: Lock it in Wrestling!!!!!!!
~Wrestling sets up for the submission move, he tries to lock it in trying to turn Demarco over. Demarco is fighting the move. He quickly turns it back over and gets his legs free using his legs to kick away. Wrestling goes flying into the turnbuckle. Demarco gets up with Wrestling still dazed from hitting the turnbuckle. Demarco now up to his feet moves to the opposite corner of the ring. Wrestling now sees Demarco up to his feet where he charges, but it’s too late Demarco is already flying towards him and he lands the “Paid in Full!!!!”~
Jones: Oh my what a kick to the head by Demarco!!!
Hood: Get up Wrestling!!!!!
~Wrestling is laid out after that brutal running kick to the head!!! Demarco goes for the cover and exhaustingly throws his arm over Wrestling. The ref begins his count~
1!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!
~The bell rings as the crowd erupts with a thunderous ovation~
Predator: Here is your winner and the man advancing to the second round of the OCW Championship Tournament….LORENZO DEMARCO!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Predator goes to raise Demarco’s hand, Demarco, however, avoids Predator and exits the ring as “Things Done Changed” by Notorious B.I.G. blast throughout the arena~
Smith: Demarco did it!! He defeated Chris Wrestling and is moving on!!
Hood: Wow, what a match!
Jones: Man, it felt great calling that one? How did I do?
Smith: I don’t know how you did, Jones…but I do know that Chris Wrestling put up a hell of a fight and he looks to be a force in OCW.
Hood: Yea, that Canadian Perfect guy is going to be a star, regardless of what happened tonight.
Jones: But, what about me? How did I do???
~In the backstage area, Arachne of Solesmes sits reading through a book of Catholic poetry. The monk, dressed in a cassock (black vestment) seems relaxed. Suddenly another figure in black emerges from the darkness behind him. Plethora the Perilous looks over Arachne's shoulder. Arachne jumps and smiles nervously at the sight of Plethora~
Arachne: Oh! Plethora.. um.. how good to..err.. see you.
Plethora: Yes, good to see you... Sad to see that you're still reading that crap...
Arachne: Um.. sorry.
Plethora: Did you hear what they said at the beginning of the show? Bifford is banned from OCW because he's a murderer. You're going to need a new tag team partner. Plethorachnephobia can step in right where Biffarachnephobia left off..
Arachne: Oh.. you want to partner with me... Oh... Sure....
~Arachne looks very uncomfortable~
Plethora: Good, I'm glad you see it my way.
Arachne: I know we only met once before.. but you seem... bigger...
Plethora: I'm not. Never say that again.
Arachne: Okay. My mouth is sealed.
~Two stagehands walk past Plethora and Arachne, talking in quieted voices, though the camera is close enough to pick them up~
Stagehand: Did you hear they found someone dead here tonight..?
Stagehand 2: Yeah... I hear Dean is trying to keep it quiet... he doesn't want the talent freaked out or anything. Plus, nobody knew this guy.
Stagehand: Yeah, seems weird... Must not have been Bifford... he only killed people who were slightly important.
Stagehand 2: Yeah.. the only thing that anyone mentioned about the dead guy was that he looked REALLY strong and that he had the most amazing blue eyes anyone had ever seen. His eyes were wide open when they found the body.
~The two stagehands continue talking as they leave the scene. Arachne's eyes are full of fear and he begins swallowing nervously.~
Plethora: Never say anything about my size again..
Arachne: Yes sir...
~Plethora walks off, leaving Arachne with his book of poetry. Arachne sets the book down and rubs his forehead, as though the stress weighing upon him is too much and that he cannot read due to his mental distractions.. He reaches into the pocket of his cassock and pulls out a hand-rolled cigarette and looks at it.. For a moment it looks as though he will lift it up to his mouth, but then he shoves it back into his cassock and makes the Sign of the Cross. He looks up to the sky, his eyes full of tears, and whispers something inaudible. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: Did…uhhmmm…is there really…
Hood: Shut your mouth, Smith…do you want them to take us off the air again?
Smith: No.
Hood: So, just pretend like you didn’t see anything…kind of like when you walk in on your wife with another man.
Smith: Okay.
~Suddenly, the OCWtron flashes on and we see Dean, standing, inside his office~
Dean: What a great show we’ve witnessed thus far…three great matches, a ton of great debuts…we are certainly set for one hell of a ride! Now, onto a few items of note for next week…due to TBA being taken out earlier tonight, he has been replaced next week. By who, you ask? Well, I have decided, since Chris Wrestling put up such a great match…I have granted his request from earlier this week…his stable mate, Corporate Raven will be placed in one of TBA’s slots. As for the other slot…well, why the hell not…R.M. Strong, you get one more chance, sucka…don’t make me regret it!
~We see a shot of the updated brackets for next week~
Dean: As for Crazy Chris…an update…he appears to be doing okay and should be back next week to cheer his brother on against Waylon Ewing. Other than that…I believe we’re just about out of time, suckas…catch ya next week!!
~The OCWTron cuts off and we focus back in on Smith and Hood~
Smith: Wow, R.M. Strong with a second chance to make a first impression and Corporate Raven hoping to do what Chris Wrestling could not…advance.
Hood: Where did Jones go? Is he houdini or something?
Smith: Well, I don’t know about all of that…but it appears he didn’t pass the test.
Hood: Sucks for him.
Smith: We’re just about out of time…don’t forget, next week…we have FIVE first round tournament matches…Andrew Logan makes his GCWA return, GCWA Hall of Famer Dangerous Dan makes his debut, former CWF World Champion, Trent Steel debuts as well as the always interesting…Arachne.
Hood: Yes and OCW rookies Waylon Ewing, Roandy Zorrilla and Dylan Nitro all get a chance to show us what they’re made of.
Smith: Don’t forget Jordan Layman, the FUTURE of OCW!
Hood: How could I? But you seem to be forgetting TGO’s announcement…that is going to be all kinds of awesome.
Smith: Yes and, hopefully Bifford is found and finally brought to justice for the crimes he has committed.
Hood: Well, if Masters is as good a detective as he was a wrestler…it might take awhile.
Smith: Indeed…I can’t wait for next week…see you guys then!!!
~Show comes to an end~