OCW Presents: Black Out 2
LIVE! March 22nd, 2014
From Universal Studios, Orlando, Florida
2 Matches Streamed from Sea World

~Our feed begins as the OCW logo flashes onto the screen…it slowly dissipates, eventually fading to black. The numbers 3/31/04 flash onto the screen as a shot of the original Black Out from ten years ago appears on screen with Hood and Smith yelling in the background…Sex and Violence, OCW Hall of Famers based on their Tag Team accomplishments appear on screen destroying Extremely Dangerous~

Smith: Pete Parker and Mark Kelley are back, Hood!

Hood: I hope Pete Parker brought me some of those exxxtra special video tapes!

Smith: Everything is on DVD now, Hood…and, yes, the Pornstar probably did…no doubt, these guys are aiming for the tag titles…

~The date 3/31/04 pops up again…this time we see Terrence Black defeat six other competitors to become the brand new Television champion…he is shown celebrating with the screen pausing before fading out…we are then shown a shot of Kenshin Takamura and Scott Syren staring each other down followed but a dub job featuring Smith and Hood~

Smith: Kenshin Takamura has always dreamed of representing himself and his country with the utmost pride and respect within the squared circle. Everything he touches he hopes to bestow prestige upon…Kenshin Takamura is the quintessential purist of professional wrestling.

Hood: Scott Syren fucks people, does drugs and hangs out with transvestite hookers. Scott Syren always beats the shit out of people without breaking a sweat. Syren’s goal is to fuck people like Kenshin’s shit up…and he’s going to do that tonight, at Black Out 2.

~Kenshin and Syren fade out…3/31/04 pops up again…this time Scorpion is shown defeating Kevin Heat to win coveted gold within OCW. Scorpion, a hall of famer, celebrates his last title victory in his storied OCW career…he fades out, in celebration. Brianna Casablancas and Ian Bishop appear in present day action…it’s the infamous scene a few weeks ago where Ian is harming who he thought was Brianna’s father…the shot pauses as a dubbed voice takes over~

Voice: How far will one man go to prove his worth? One month ago, Ian Bishop fought for nearly an hour to be recognized as the Central Champion of OCW…what he go, was something else entirely. The so called Paper Champion of OCW has had to walk through gymnasium after gymnasium carrying the guilt and shame that comes with a Paper Champion. His exterior tells a lie…it says he isn’t bothered by the Paper Champion..it says he relishes the title, no matter how it was earned. His actions, however, tell a different story. Brianna Casablancas has effectively burrowed herself within the head of OCW’s Central Champion…her job of finishing Ian Bishop off is nearly complete. Can Brianna Casablancas finish the job she started one month ago, mentally crippling Ian Bishop? Or, will Ian Bishop redeem himself by defeating Brianna Casablancas and establishing himself as the true, unquestioned OCW Central Champion?

~Brianna and Ian vanish in the darkness…3/31/04 appears again…we see Top Dog defeating Jin Royale and Jack Sullivan for the OCW World Title and celebrating his colossal, career changing accomplishment. The scene pauses before fading into Pryde and Mario Maurako. Clips of the duo teaming up to defeating Damian Payne and Drew Stevenson along with their hard fought, questionable factory against Amber Ryan and Danny B are shown…the dub voice steps in once more~

Voice: The south, an area so rich in tradition watches its title placed on the line tonight in the most famous match in OCW history…a Hazardous Ladder Match. Mario Maurako, a two time OCW Hall of Famer…the first of his kind…has walked through OCW with an over the top sense of arrogance and self entitlement since returning. This match isn’t an opportunity for Mario, it’s a rite. Pryde, the mysterios masked wrestler taking OCW by storm, has humbled himself in an effort for career redemption. Mario’s antithesis, Pryde is looking for the opportunity to rid himself of the shame his past carries. Can Pryde climb to the top of the OCW ladder and remove the masks of past failure and shame by becoming OCW’s Southern Champion? Or, will Mario Maurako fulfill his self prophecy and take, what he believes, is his rightful place atop the OCW roster?

~Maurako and Pryde black out as the logo suddenly appears on screen for tonight’s event~

Voice: Tonight, scores will be settled…championships will be secured and, above all else, OCW will erase ten years of darkness, blacking out the past while moving forward to a bright and glorious future…OCW fans, get ready, Black Out 2 is here

~Our shot cuts to Universal Studios Islands of Adventure theme park in Orlando, Florida! Fans are standing around the theme park walk way cheering in their OCW gear…t-shirts range from the generic OCW logo, to Black Out 2 merchandise with a rare Richard=GOAT shirt making a cameo. Hood and Smith are standing in front of one of the theme parks signature rides, The Incredible Hulk as it roars overhead, blowing the announcers hair via a gust of air…Smith tries to fix his hair whereas Hood could care less. Smith is in a suit and tie while Hood is dressed like a tourist enjoying a day of fun. The sun is quickly setting as tall, bright lights have been rolled in to illuminate the event~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Black Out 2!!!! We are here LIVE, under the lights, at Universal Studios Islands of Adventure Theme park in Orlando, Florida and, Hood…man, it looks like you had a fun day.

Hood: Fuck yea, man, I rode that damn hulk coaster like five times…then I walked through Jurassic Park land and got all wet…after that, I hit that red and blue coaster thing where your feet hang…fucking wild, man…great day!

Smith: Did you, by any chance, do any research on tonight’s show?

Hood: No, but don’t worry, I’m prepared…shit will happen, people will bleed…you will say stupid, inappropriate things that I’ll have to correct on live air and…

Smith: Most would say you have that last part backwards

Hood: Nobody would fucking say that, idiot

Smith: Well…folks…not only are we here in Universal Studios…but we are also set up at SeaWorld where we will be simulcasting the Tag Team Turmoil match along with the Internet Title match…let’s take you to a live shot with Skytz!

~We cut to SeaWorld where Skytz is standing in front of the Shamu killer whale tank…a giant killer whale is behind him glaring menacingly at the camera. Also, a large, some might say obese, man in a Shamu costume is doing a weird dance around Skytz…fans are seated in the aluminum bleachers in front of him~

Skytz: Guys! I’m at SeaWorld!!

~A split screen suddenly forms with Smith and Hood on the left and Skytz on the right~

Smith: Yes, Skytz…we know.

Skytz: This is so cool! So, I’m like gonna feed this giant whale behind me later…and we’ve got a dancing Shamu who randomly showed up…I’m guessing compliments of the park…and chicks are wearing white tops…all I’ve got to do is get the whale behind me to do a few giant flips and I’ll be in paradise.

Hood: Yo, man, get me some High definition pictures, bro

Skytz: You got it!

Smith: Skytz! How about the matches that will be airing from SeaWorld tonight?

Skytz: Oh, yea, totally…

~The large Shamu person slaps Skytz on the ass…Skytz gives it a weird look before moving to the side in obvious fashion…the Shamu dressed man does a couple of pirouettes, showing great balance and tremendous athleticism for being that nimble with such a large frame~

Skytz: Yea, umm…anyway…we’ve got the Tag Team Turmoil match set to take place here in mere minutes! Behind me, in that giant Killer Whale tank, the top is going to be covered up and the ring will be placed over it…yea man, the fucking match is taking place on top of a killer whale tank!!

~The crowd cheers and begins to chant “Turmoil! Tumoil!”~

Skytz: Holy fucking shit, man…I’m so fired up, my dick is about to burst through my pants…we need to get his shit started!

~Skytz is squished from our view as the split screen becomes one again. Hood has a giant beer in his hand and sips on it liberally~

Smith: Did you hear that crowd?

Hood: Yea man, they were chanting Tilamuck!

Smith: No, it was turmoil!

Hood: No man, they were chanting for that giant killer whale…I’m pretty sure he’s the one that kills people.

Smith: Oh, wow…I had no idea

Hood: Yea, who would’ve thought it…a killer whale that kills.

Smith: Skytz failed to also mention that Kenshin Takamura defending his Internet Title against OCW Hall of Famer, Scott Syren will also air from SeaWorld!

Hood: Scott MUTHAFUCKING Syren!

Smith: Well, folks…I’m being told it’s just about time to start our Street Fight..unfortunately, nobody can locate The Lost Soul…

Hood: What? Is he really lost this time, like for real?

Smith: Well, Bobbinette Carey is out searching for him…let’s go to some live footage via Leo!

~Carey, dressed in her ring attire, is walking around the super hero portion of the park…she exits a giant Marvel arcade room, looking for The Lost Soul~

Bobbinette Carey: Where is he? Did he stand ME up? I’m ready for a street fight…has anybody seen him?

~Most of the fans shake their heads no…one fan, though, a kid deathly afraid of clowns, no doubt, speaks up~

Kid: Excuse me, Miss Queen of Epicness? I think I saw him over near the Dr Seuss stuff…

Bobbinette Carey: That makes perfect sense, thanks kid

~Carey takes off, in search of her opponent, The Lost Soul. We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Rest assured, fans, if Carey is ever able to locate The Lost Soul…we will bring you that match

~“Take Out The Gunman” by Chevelle hits asTrevor “The Great One” Kent appears to a chorus of boos. Mic already in hand he starts to speak~

TGO: Listen fuckers, I’m not here to take in the boos right now. Save that for when I win the tag titles.

~The boos get louder as TGO smiles and motions downwards with his hands to quiet the fans, but they fail to listen to him.~

TGO: Fine, I’ll talk over you. Tonight is a night filled with firsts. The first OCW Southern Champion will be crowned. The first time that you will see me hold a Tag Team Title in the OCW will happen. Not only that but the first time you will see Ian Bishop beat Brianna Casablancas will also happen. Yes, I hate them both but I can’t stand Casablancas anymore than you bastards can’t.

~The mere implication that the fans hate Casablancas is enough to send them into an uproar as Trevor continues on.~

TGO: But another first will happen. Tonight, history will be made in a very unusual form. That I can absolutely guarantee.

~”Take Out The Gunman” blares over the PA system once again as TGO issues a big smile to the audience as he turns around and heads back through the crowd~

Smith: Why does he hate Casablancas? Have those two EVER crossed paths? I don’t think Brianna even knows he exists…she’s too busy dealing with the top portion of our talented roster.

Hood: Maybe once in catering…but, yea, they have no real connection as far as I’m concerned

Smith: So, is it his job to just create these imaginary feuds?

Hood: He’s the great one, he can do whatever he wants…didn’t you get the memo?

Smith: I don’t know about some memo addressed to me…but he’d better get over to Sea World or he’s going to miss his tag title match

Hood: Oh, shit, you’re right!

Smith: Well as we wait for Mr. EGO to get over to Sea World…let’s cut backstage

~We cut backstage where the cameras catch up with Ian Bishop who is walking backstage with Mario Marauko, Sean Fuller, and Roach. He is in lead with his Central title over his shoulder. He busts out in laughter as he spies Brianna Casablancas walk toward him in a rush. His associates take a defensive position but he holds his arms up to motion to step back~

Ian Bishop: It is okay guys, I got this.

~He turns towards her~

Ian Bishop: Are you here to get your ass kicked early than expected? Or are you going to forfeit the match?

~She stops at him with a wide smile on her face~

Brianna Casablancas: Not quite, Love. You blokes watch a lot of mafia films, right?

~He chuckles with the rest of his crew~

Ian Bishop: Of course we do.

Brianna Casablancas: Good, then the context will not be lost on you.

~Casablancas grabs Ian by the shirt and pauses as Bishop just looks VERY confused. She follows up by planting a HUGE kiss on his mouth. This lasts about five seconds before she lets go of the embrace and pushes him into his stable. She smiles at him~

Brianna Casablancas: Ta Ta For Now.

~She walks off as Mario and Fuller hold him up. Ian looks on with great anger towards her. We head back to ringside~

Smith: Tempers are rising backstage, Hood

Hood: I’m so fucking ready for that match…tonight, Ian gets his

Smith: He may very well do just that…regardless, it’s going to be one of the best matches we’ve seen in OCW history

Hood: I can’t wait

Smith: Well, Hood…it’s time we get things started…from SeaWorld no less…it’s time to see who the brand new Tag Team champions will be

Hood: Let’s do this, Brutus!

OCW Tag Turmoil Match for the OCW Tag Team Titles

~The Power Couple's music hits as Jeremy Santos and his beautiful wife, Tiami-Tyler Santos make their way to the ring to a quiet reaction. They are holding hands as the spectators at Sea World have no idea what to make of these two.~

Smith: Apparently, The Power Couple drew unlucky number one for this tag team turmoil match. These two have just had a string of bad luck for the last few weeks. Hopefully they can bring it back here tonight.

Hood: But what are the odds of being able to do it at number one or number two for that matter?

Smith: ANYTHING can happen. We have seen some amazing feets in this profession.

Hood: Okay, what are the odds THESE TWO can make it to the end?

Smith: I really don't know due to there being some very impressive teams in this match. and even better question to ask is who will be entering at number 2.

Hood: An even better question is who is that black guy in the ring?

~In the ring is a bearded black man with striped shirt that it looks like he stole from footlocker ...the biggest give away is that it says Footlocker on it.~

Smith: That is our newest 'on location' referee, Gruff!

Hood: President Dean certainly has a type he likes to employ.

Smith:Dirt poor?

Hood: Yep!

~Before Tiami and Jeremy can make it to the ring, Noah and Trevor run down the walkway with steal chairs immediately the chairs into the backs of Tiami and Jeremy. Miranda and Gavin Reed are in tow right behind them. Noah slams the chair over Tiami's head as TGO irish whips Jeremy into the turnbuckle.~

Hood: And we know who the second entrants are now: the guys who are going to win.

Smith: Well, they certainly have a jump on the Power Couple right now. I don't like the way they are doing it, but it cannot be argued that it is effective. But they seriously need to get this in the ring and end this. The bell hasn't even rung yet.

Hood: That is the point. The longer the bell doesn't ring the more time they have to destroy their opponents.

~Noah whips Tiami into the droptoehold from TGO that plants her jaw right into the steel steps. TGO lays her on the steel steps before they both pull up Jeremy and DOUBLE POWERBOMB him onto Tiami crushing her between her husband and the steel steps. They pull her off the steps before lifting Jeremy up and hitting him with another double powerbomb onto the steps.~

Smith: And this is just a slaughter on the part of TGO and the Messiah of Mayhem.

Hood: But it is an intellegent slaughter on the part of these two.

Smith: I cannot argue THAT.

~TGO tosses Tiami into the ring as Noah slides Jeremy in. Once all four are in the Gruff calls for the bell. TGO pins Tiami while Noah hooks Jeremy's leg ...and Gruff makes the count.

...1

...2

...3~

~The bell rings as Noah and TGO slide the Power Couple out of the ring to make room for their next opponents.~

Belvadere: The Power Couple has been eliminated.

~"Lights Out" by Hollywood Undead hits the P.A as Jason Xavier walks out to the walkway looking to his side.~

Smith: It seems that the thrown together time of Jason Xavier and Craig Adams are up next ...but it doesn't seem like Xavier knows where Craig is.

Hood: Perhaps he had better things to do. We are at Sea World ...I hear the Shamu show is a REAL killer!

Smith: Now that wasn't in good taste.

~Jason sprints down to the ring as it seems as if he has accepted that he is going to have to go this alone. He slides in as Gruff makes TGO go into his corner. Jason Xavier ducks a clotheslin attempt and springboards off the ropes with a hurricanrana. Noah is back up and Jason hits him with his X-DDT to a huge pop from the fans.~

Smith: He is going it alone but maybe he is better off that way as Jason Xavier is taking it to Noah Mackenzie. They better get on the same page as it seems as if Xavier might beat both of them tonight.

Hood: I don't think so, Noah and The Great One have a score to settle with Amber Ryan and Danny B.

Smith: They have a LONG way to go before getting to that point. And they are struggling with ONE man right now.

~TGO gets the blind tag on Noah as Xavier reverses an irish whip. Jason X goes for a running elbow but TGO catches him ...BUT Jason X nails him with an STO. He then nails Noah with the elbow he was attempting before hand. He then rocks TGO with an exploder suplex. He hits a crescent kick on a recovering Noah Mackenzie to keep him at bay. But he turns right into a running knee from the Great One ...and Noah delivers a Spear to Xavier from behind.~

Smith: While he started out on fire, the numbers game has caught up with Jason Xavier ...but that isn't any fault of his but instead his tag team partner Craig Adams who has decided not to show up tonight.

Hood: Don't speak so soon. Look who is here.

~Craig Adams comes down the walkway with a stuffed alligator in hand while wearing a t-shirt that reads "I got a free t-shirt from Al's Discount Gator Barn" with a huge smile on his face. But before getting there he stops at the man in the shamu costume and both start dancing Gangnam Style in front of the fans.~

Smith: What the hell is he doing?

Hood: A very dated dance ...with shamu.

Smith: Perhaps he should be helping his tag team partner.

~Xavier flips away from an attack from TGO and in desperation, he then hits him with a superkick that TGO catches before nailing him with a rock bottom. The Great One tags in his partner,Noah. Noah is off the ropes with a leg drop to Xavier's chest ...but Xavier rolls out of the way. By this point, Craig Adams is making his way up the steel steps. Xavier yells for him to get in the corner because he is going to need to tag. Craig gives him the thumbs up. But instead of making the tag, he shows Xavier the cool stuffed alligator he won. Noah hits Xavier with a bulldog.~

Smith: What is this goofball doing?

Hood: Showing his partner what a great time he had at Al's Discount Gator Barn.

Smith: What does that even mean? All we know is that you can get a free t-shirt there and you can win stuffed alligators. Doing what exactly?

Hood: I dunno.

~Noah tags in the Great One.Trevor whips Jason Xavier into his corner as Craig Adams gets the blind tag. Xavier rolls out of the ring as TGO pulls Adams over the ropes and starts hammering him with lefts and rights. He nails him with a belly to back suplex. Outside the ring, Jason Xavier walks away and up the rampway.~

Hood: What is Xavier doing?

Smith: If you were to ask me, I would say that he is fed up with his partner, who he beat last week. If he is going to win the tag titles it is going to be with a partner he chooses AND a partner he trusts.Craig is none of those things. But I see him better suited to going after the Internet title after this. After quite a performance against two men, I would say that he might deserve a shot sometime down the road.

Hood: But he is still walking away from gold.

Smith: He is walking away from a dud of a partner. He is letting the johnny come lately get what he deserves.

~As Jason Xavier walks up the rampway, The Great One NAILS Adams with a Sit-out Underhook Piledriver.~

Smith: And Greatness IS personified as Trevor got all of that one on Craig Adams.

Hood: Looks like he is sending him back to Al's Discount Gator Barn ...where they are giving away free hats to infants, senior citizens, and the obese.

Smith: I think someone should sign up that dancing Shamu over there. He definitely qualifies and could probably use a free hat.

~The Great One makes the cover.

...1

...2

...3!~

Belvedere: Craig Adams and Jason Xavier have been eliminated!

~TGO tags in Noah as they await their next opponents. "Devour" by Shinedown hits as Drew Stevenson makes his way down to the ring to a pretty good pop for the OCW newcomer. He plays to the crowd as his music dies down and he stops at the edge of teh walkway. "It's Going Down" by X-cutioners plays and "Sadistic Insanity" Damian Payne comes out onto the walkway. The two partners stare each other down.~

Smith: Now here is another team that might have a hard time staying on the same page. After losing the Lethal Lottery they have been making some attacks on each other.

Hood: And now they have to team together again ...AFTER ALL OF THAT?

Smith: That seems to be the case. But we will see how they fare against The Great One and Noah Mackenzie who have been on a tear since this turmoil began.

Hood: Tag team titles are on the line, this one is too important to just let go. Trevor and Noah are in it to win it.

Smith: After the last two eliminations, I believe you could be right.

~Stevenson and Payne get in the ring and Payne lets Stevenson start for their team. Stevenson and Noah Mackenzie lock up with Stevenson winning the test of strength and hitting a beautiful t-bone suplex. Stevenson off the ropes with a fist drop to Noah's chest. Then follows up with a punt to his ribs. He quickly tags in Damian Payne who pulls the smaller Noah up and lays him out with a crucifix powerbomb. He pulls Noah back up and lays him out again with a pumphandle suplex. He makes the cover.

...1

...2

...TGO breaks it up.~

~Damian is quick to get the tag back to Stevenson who immediately whips Noah into the corner and follows up with a splash followed by a bulldog. Stevenson goes for a side russian leg sweep ...but Miranda is on the apron. Stevenson turns his attention to her as does the referee. After all three, Damian, the ref and Drew yell at her, Stevenson turns back to Noah and goes for the lock but Noah rakes the eyes and then performs a DDT. Noah then tags in Trevor again.~

Hood: Word to the wise, never get distracted by a fine piece of ass.

Smith: Or just don't get distracted in general.

~TGO mounts Drew and starts nailing him with lefts and rights. He pulls him back up and lays him back down with a spinebuster. He then lays in stomps to Drew's ribs. He pulls him right back up and locks in that Dragon sleeper ...but before that can even wear him down ...Payne is in with a boot to his head. Noah races in with a dropkick to Payne and TGO begins to yell at Damian. But when he turns back around, he is nailed with a German suplex from Drew Stevenson that garners another pop from the fans that are quickly getting behind him. The hold is locked in as he delivers a second and THEN a third. He goes for the pin.

...1

...2

...TGO kicks out.~

Smith: The crafty Stevenson turns the tables on TGO and almost pulls out the win advancing them to the next opponents which has to be the Wild Boiz at this point.

Hood: Stevenson and Payne have not advanced yet.

Smith: But they could. TGO and Noah have been in this since the beginning.

Hood: But they made short work of the first two teams.

~Steveson tags in Payne who comes in guns ablazing as he hits TGO with a reverse suplex. He pulls the Hall of Famer back up and brings him back down with a sit out power bomb. He hooks the leg.

...1

...2

...Noah breaks the pin with a dropkick to Damian.~

Smith: Another close one from the Payne and Stevenson combination, who have been working together much better than expected. I guess that is what tag gold can do to increase team work.

Hood: Yes, but Noah have team spirit in their bones.

Smith: Yes, because Gavin Reed forced them to have it.

Hood: Speakng of which look!

~Reed is on the apron and yelling at the ref to pay attention RIGHT as Miranda begins holding onto Stevenson's leg. Noah nails a spear on Drew as the ref's back is turned, making him fall to the mat. Payne, who was distracted by Gavin too turns back around ...right into GREATNESS PERSONIFIED! He is planted into the mat as TGO makes the cover.

...1

...2

...3~

Belvadere: The team of Damien Payne and Drew Stevenson has been eliminated.

~Payne slides out the ring and starts yelling Stevenson "Where were you?" Drew tries to explain himself as Payne starts to shove him. Stevenson shoves back. Then Payne shoves him again.~

Hood: Trouble in ...well ...hell!

Smith: Yes, these two held it together during the match but they just do NOT like each other.

Hood: I don't like either one of them.

Stevenson nails him with Sweet Chin Music and then locks in the Missouri Cloverleaf. Payne is in ...well ...Pain.

Smith: And Stevenson has finally had enough as he puts Payne in that Cloverleaf submission.

Hood: That is so disrespectful.

Smith: I think Drew wants to move onto bigger things at this point. Perhaps like Jason X, he could compete for the Internet title someday soon.

Hood: OR imagine if THEY teamed together for the tag team titles.

Smith: That could be an excellent team if they decide to do so.

~Stevenson lets go of the Cloverleaf and walks to the back as SeaWorld staff helps Payne out of there. TGO and Noah await their next opponents.~

~"Don't Stop" by Foster the People hits as Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris are out with Miss Madyson following behind. They slap hands with the fans before slowly circling the ring and trying to piece together how to take apart The Great One and Noah Mackenzie who have been on a roll throughout the whole turmoil contest. They slide into the ring and Dan immediately attacks TGO as Chris attacks Noah and both sides are trading blows back and forth as Gruff is having a hell of time keeping this match kosher.~

Smith: And with the tag titles two pinfalls away, both teams are at each other's throats to be the ones to meet Amber Ryan and The Ripper last in this turmoil match.

Hood: Why can't these Danger Boiz just get back to their corner where they belong?

Smith: Why can't Trevor and Noah do the same?

Hood: Because they are better than everyone else.

Smith: Ah yes, White Goodman logic.

~Dan whips TGO out of the ring and then gets a wild scream from the fans as he performs a plancha moonsault onto The Great One leaving Crazy Chris and Noah Mackenzie in the ring. Mackenzie nails him with a double arm DDT followed by a standing shooting star press ....which gets a good reaction from the fans despite his allegiance with Gavin Reed. He follows up by whipping Chris into the corner and hitting him with a shoulder tackle ...THAT CRAZY CHRIS MOVES OUT OF THE WAY FROM AS NOAH COLLIDES WITH THE POST. Chris lays him out with a swinging neckbreaker and follows up with a shining wizard. He then hits him with a running knee to the head.~

Smith: While we do not usually see Chris outside of tag team action, do not underestimate how adept he is in the ring as he is proving right now.

Hood: But remember his name is crazy ...that is a nice way of unreliable.

Smith: OH WILL YOU STOP?

Hood: Stop what?

Smith: Stop ...you know ...um ...doing stuff.

~Dan finds his way back onto the apron as Chris tags him in. Chris holds Noah on his knee as Dangerous Dan is off the turnbuckle with a cool looking shooting star leg drop that to head which gets a good reaction from the fans. Dan goes for the quick pin, hoping to eliminate this team early on.

...1

...2

...TGO breaks the pin attempt.~

~Chris is out of his corner and on TGO like white on rice. Dangerous Dan goes to grab Noah by the leg ...but he kicks him off. He goes for the leg again but again Noah kicks him off, Noah rebounds with a spinning neckbreaker. He springboards off the ropes with a moonsault ...but Dangerous Dan rolls of the way and springboards off the boards with a body splash that also misses. Noah goes for a dropkick ...that Dangerous Dan blocks. Dan goes for a spinning heel kick that Noah ducks. Noah goes for a leg sweep, that Dan jumps over. Dan goes a dropkick right as Noah does both negate the other. Noah locks up Dangerous Dan for an irish whip, Dan reverses it and sends Noah into the ropes. Noah goes for a tackle but Dan leapfrogs him. Dangerous Dan goes for a clothesline but Noah bends all the way backwards Matrix style dodging. Noah attempts a capeoria kick that Dan ducks out of the way of. Dan runs towards him but Noah hits him with an armdrag. Noah goes for the leg but Dan gets him with a single leg take down. Dan performs a leg drop but Noah moves out of the way. Noah runs at him with a hurricanrana but Dangerous Dan reverses it into a smallpackage.

...1

...2

...Noah reverses the pin into a pin of his own.

...1

...2

...Dangerous Dan reverses that pin attempt into another of his own.

...1

... Noah reverses it again.

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...Dan reverses it ...INTO A BOSTON CRAB!

~Noah struggles into the hold. He fights and wriggles in it as Dan applies the pressure. Noah starts fighting it and SOMEHOW reverses it into an inside craddle pin~

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...2

~Dangerous Dan kicks out and both roll away from each other into each other's corners ...ending with a stare down as the fans at Sea World were loving that exchange.~

Smith: DAMN! What a show of athleticism by both men. They were SO equally matched just now ...and the fans loved it.

Hood: They loved it ...I don't know what I just saw.

Smith: But both in their corners and both thinking the same thing, if they are so evenly matched that they need to switch to the other member.

~Noah tags in the Great One as Dangerous Dan tags in Crazy Chris. Trevor goes for a running forearm ...but Chris ducks and bounces off the ropes with a handspring splash that The Great One catches and is about to reverses and goes for powerbomb that Chris turns into a hurricanrana ...BUT TGO blocks it halfway through into a backbreaker position. But before he can nail him with the backbreaker ...Chris Sprays him with some green mist. The Great One drops him and Crazy Chris follows up with a buzzsaw kick.~

Hood: HEY! That is cheating.

Smith: I would call it more being creative with your surroundings. But speaking of cheating.

Hood: What she is doing isn't cheating ...its being hot. If that is considered cheating then that is something no one will ever accuse you of.

Smith: Um ...

~Miranda is on the apron attempting a distraction of crazy Chris ...but Madyson pulls her off the apron and the two girls start fighting and rolling around the ground.~

Hood: YES! I haven't seen one of these in ages.

Smith: I guess you are refering to a ...

Hood: CAT FIGHT!

Smith: Well, this setting back women's wrestling back a few years.

~Madyson and Miranda scratch and claw at each other as Gavin Reed attempts to break the two up. But then they are suddenly being informed by officials that all three of them need to leave. Gruff is in the ring ejecting all three managers as the fans give him applause for that decision.~

Smith: FINALLY! After several attempts to distract from the match, our newest referee Gruff, kicks Miranda and Gavin, along with miss Madyson, out of the match so this can continue clean.

Hood: You might want to re-think that.

~As Gruff is turned and Chris and Dan are arguing with Gruff over the ejection of THEIR manager as well, Noah rushes to the ring to hand the still blinded TGO something. Crazy Chris goes back to TGO while Gruff is making sure the managers are out of the way. But as Chris pulls him up ...TGO throws white powder in his face ...following up with ANOTHER Greatness Personified. He hooks the leg.

...1

...2

...Broken up by Dangerous Dan. Noah immediately spears Dan to the side.~

Hood: Did Trevor just throw cocaine at Crazy Chris?

Smith: I thought that was white powder?

Hood: On the street we just call it rock.

Smith: Well, if you get caught baby, it ain't nobody else's fault. SO DON'T DO IT

BOTH: FREEBASE!

~TGO goes to pin Crazy Chris again, now very much frustrated.

...1

...2

...Crazy Chris kicks out

~TGO tries pulling him back up but Chris nails him with an emergency straight jacket lungblower out of nowhere. Both men are down with their partners now in their corners with their arms outstretched.~

Smith: It is fairly obvious that both need to make the tag to their partners if they even want to last until our last entries of Danny B and Amber Ryan.

Hood: Come on TGO! Make the tag.

~Chris inches close and closer to his corner as The Great One does the same ...but in the end, it is Crazy Chris who makes the tag to Dangerous Dan. Dan pulls TGO backwards and hits him with a spinning heel kick ...that TGO catches. TGO sets him up for Greatness Personified ...BUT something catches his eye AND his ear.~

"HEY, I JUST MET YOU
AND THIS IS CRAZY!
BUT HERE'S MY NUMBER
So call me Maebe"

~Now right by the front is the man in the Shamu costume dancing for the fans with a boom box playing a popular chart topper from 2012. He is doing the running man as The Great One is taken off his guard momentarily. Dangerous Dan gets out of the move ...AND DELIVERS A BRUTAL SUPERKICK TO THE GREAT ONE! Crazy Chris is bursting out of his corner knocks Noah Mackenzie off the apron right as Dangerous Dan goes to the top turnbuckle. Cameras go off as it hits dusk at Sea World and Dan flies off with the turnbuckle with the Swanton bomb that he calls the ENDD!~

Hood: What the hell is Tilamuck doing out here distracting The Great One with the awesome power of Carlie Rae Jespen?

Smith: I don't know but it gave The Wild Boiz the advantage they needed, now can it pay off? And his name is Shamu.

Hood: He is just as troublesome as Tilamuck!

~Dan hooks the leg.

...1

...2

...3~

Belvedere: The Great One and Noah Mackenzie have been eliminated!

~Noah Mackenzie and The Great One are screaming at Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris but then start screaming at that the Sea World Mascot Shamu for costing them the match. Security holds them back from beating up the popular mascot in front of the kiddies while other security moves Shamu away from rinside.~

Smith: Yeah, Shamu had his fun and it is time for him to leave the area.

Hood: I would say so, he just cost Trevor and Noah the tag team titles after one HELL of a showing. Even you have to give them credit.

Smith: Yes, I do. And if shamu didn't accidently cause the distraction, they MIGHT be facing Danny B and Amber Ryan right now.

Hood: Who, by the way, are the last two to enter because they lost.

Smith: Yes, they lost the Lethal Lottery but they made it to the semi-finals ...and came SO CLOSE to beating Pryde and Mario. That earned them the final spot in this turmoil match.

Hood: So that gives them an unfair advantage?

Smith: No, that gives them an advantage ...but not much of one considering that the Wild Boiz are still fairly fresh here and coming off a good win just now, despite the interference. This ought to be a GREAT ending to this turmoil match.

~"Valentine" by Xandira hits the P.A as "The Ripper" Danny B is the first out for his team. He makes his way through the crowd out Sea World as he slaps some fives with the fans and then the Shamu mascot who just created all kinds of trouble. He slides into the ring for a stare down with the two Wild Boiz as he waits his longtime enemy turned partner.

~"Extrme" by Valora hits as "The Distorted Angel" Amber Ryan makes her way down to the ring as the fans give her praise and Danny B looks at his opponents proud of who he chose to be his tag team partner. She slides into the ring as they face off with Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris. Gruff, who exited the ring when entrances began, slides back in with the OCW tag team titles. He holds them up high as the two teams looks up at them.~

Smith: And that is what it is all about. One of these teams will be the new OCW Tag Team Champions joining a whole new Generation of New Champions that we have crowned since we re-opened!

Hood: I don't know ...I miss The Great One and Noah already ...and Tilamuck.

Smith: That was Shamu dammit.

~Gruff passes the titles out of the ring as he calls for the bell. Both teams huddle in their corners as Amber will start for her crew and Crazy Chris will start for his. The two walk up to each other shake hands before fighting. They shake and then quickly break before circling each other. Crazy Chris holds up his arm signalling a test of strength but Amber gives him a look that says 'sure whatever!' She locks up for his test of strength but, as expected, Chris wins ...but he doesn't predict her changing that into a small package roll up pin.

...1

...2

...Crazy Chris kicks out!~

Smith: WOW! Amber Ryan could have ended this one right there. Chris needs to get his head in the game here.

Hood: That one was almost stolen from the Danger Boiz!

Smith: I agree and Amber didn't need a dancing whale to do it either.

Hood: You know if people just tuned in ...they would think you were crazy by that last statement.

~Both roll to their corners and stare down again. Amber points to her forehead and Chris nods as if she pulled one over on him. The two lock up with Chris attempting a whip into the ropes that Amber reverses. He bounces off the ropes as she nails him with a cross arm neckbreaker. She quickly tags in Danny B who begins stomping on Chris's kneecap. He then hits a leg drop to said said area. He then pulls Chris up and lays him out with a back body drop.~

Smith: The Ripper and Danny B are already taking advantage of their cushy situation by isolating Crazy Chris from his partner.

Hood: But there is no sign of that Silverhaired man anywhere. Who could he be? Where does he come from?

Smith: What kind of cologne does he wear?

~Danny B follows up with a scoop slam to Crazy Chris. He tags in his partner, Amber Ryan, who goes to the top turnbuckle as Danny B lifts Chris onto his shoulders. They nail him with the Doomsday Device.~

Smith: Classic tag team wrestling right there from Amber Ryan and Danny B.

Hood: Thery are in control of the Danger Boiz so far, but you have to wonder if Amber being a woman will hurt this team?

Smith: It hasn't hurt any of the other female competitors.

Hood: Yes, but we haven't seen them when they hit that ...you know ...time of the month.

Smith: That has nothing to do with anything. Plus, you would think that would make them more aggressive and hard to beat during any match up.

~Chris is back up and Amber hits him with a shining wizard ...before making the quick tag to Danny B again. The Ripper pulls him and lands him back down with an electric chair drop. He waits for Chris to get back up and REAMS him with a Knee to the side of the head as the fans pop for that move and Amber races out her corner to intercept Dangerous Dan as The Ripper makes the pin.

...1

...2

...Crazy Chris kicks out.~

~Gruff makes both not legal people go back to their corners. Ripper pulls Chris up but Crazy Chris hits him with a headbutt ...then another ...then another ...then another ...he follows up with an atomic drop before rushing to his corner to tag in Dangerous Dan he explodes into the ring as the fans are on their feet. Dan fights Danny with lefts and rights and follows up with a kick that Danny catches but he turns that into an enziguri. Dangerous Dan runs to the top turnbuckle and is off with a FROGSPLASH ...THAT DANNY B ROLLS OVER INTO A PIN.

...1

...2

...Dangerous Dan reverses.

...1

...2

~...Should up by Danny B as both roll out of the pinning situation.~

Smith: Dangerous Dan has really upped the tempo here but The Ripper is doing a good job of keeping the pace with him.

Hood: Why Danny no roll up tight again?

Smith: Was that your attempt at an internet meme?

Hood: Not Sure if Serious or trolling.

~Dangerous Dan is off the ropes with a flying cross body to Danny B. Dangerous Dan pulls him up and sends him to the ropes as he performs a springboard bulldog. He goes for the cover.

...1

...2

...Broken by Amber Ryan~

Smith: Dan is making sure those pins comes fast and furious. He knows what his strength is and he is playing to it.

Hood: His strength is not getting a three count?

Smith: You know what I mean.

~Dangerous Dan is back up and springboards off the ropes again with a dropkick that again sends Danny backwards. Dangerous follows up with a running Senton on his opponent. Dangerous Dan is again going for that turnbuckle as he is off with an elbow that lands flush on Danny B's chest. Dangerous Dan hooks the leg.

...1

...2

...Amber Ryan breaks the pin as Crazy Chris arrives too late to intercept her.

~Dangerous Dan doesn't let that stop him as he hits The Ripper with what the kids in the 90's called an X-Factor. He tags in his partner as both go to the top turnbuckle. Cameras in Sea World go off again as the two perform a double moonsault onto Danny B that gets a nice reaction from the crowd.~

Smith: Tremedous Teamwork there by those two. That could end Danny B right then and there.

Hood: I got to hand it to these two weirdos, that was very inventive.

~Crazy Chris hooks the leg as Dangerous Dan knocks Amber Ryan off of her apron. Gruff makes the count.

...1

...2

...Ripper kicks out.

~Crazy Chris works on him with lefts and rights but Danny B fights back with his own series of punches. Danny B throws Chris to the ropes and when he comes back hits him with a flying headscissors. He rushes to his corner and tags in Amber Ryan who is in with her own burst of energy. She is in with a sit-out face buster to Crazy Chris. She follows up with a curb stomp, one of her signature moves.~

Smith: Ryan tells Crazy Chris to bite the curb as she takes over this match.

Hood: That isn't a curb that is a mat.

~She awaits for him to get back to his feet and delivers a beautiful Shinarnui to him. She slides him over to the ropes and catapults his neck into the bottom of it. She pulls him forward again for a snap DDT. She dares him to get back up but when she goes for a kick that Crazy Chris ducks. He is back off the ropes and she goes for leg drop, that he ducks. He is off the ropes again and goes for a shoulder block that she side steps. She attacks with a wheel kick but Chris gets out of the way of that. He goes for a clothesline that she spins out of the way and OUT OF NOWHERE GETS HIM IN ORIGINAL SIN POSITION ...but Dangerous Dan out of desperation is in and dropkicks her in the mid-section.~

Smith: She was THAT close from hitting that Original Sin DDT that would have ended this match and awarded Ripper and herself the tag titles.

Hood: That was some quick thinking from Dangerous Dan to save his tag partner like that.

Smith: But all hell is breaking loose now as The Ripper is in.

~Ripper and Dangerous Dan trade lefts and rights ...as Crazy Chris begins to fight with leg strikes that Amber blocks before hitting a spinning backfist ...RIGHT AS DANNY B KICKS DANGEROUS DAN IN THE GUT THAT WINDS HIM. Amber immediately puts Crazy Chris in Original Sin position. SHE NAILS IT RIGHT AS DANNY B HITS THE SKO ON DANGEROUS DAN! Amber Ryan immediately goes for the cover as Danny B covers her to make the make the weight so much that it would be VERY difficult to kick out of it.

...1

...2

...3

~Ding Ding Ding~

Belvadere: Here are your winners and NEW OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD ..."THE RIPPER" DANNY B AND AMBER RYAN!!!!!

~Gruff hands them both the tag titles witha brand new design. They embrace as these two former enemies have become tag team champions. Both go to a turnbuckle to celebrate their victory here at Sea World in Florida.~

Smith: And what a big win from a guy who who get eliminated from a battle royal at Resurrection and a person who wasn't even booked in a match because we assumed she was long gone. This is quite the come back story for these two.

Hood: Its a nice win ...when TGO and Noah did most of the heavy lifting during the turmoil ...they just came in took the spoils.

Smith: Those are tag team turmoil rules. If you don't like it, take it up with the commission of tag team rules.

~The Ripper and Amber celebrate in ring for a few more seconds before leaving the ring and celebrating with their tag team titles high up in the air. They pose one more time before going up the walkway. This leaves Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris outside the ring to contemplate their loss.~

Smith: It is a tough loss for these two ...they were SO close to winning this one. But Danny and Amber just had the advantage this time around.

Hood: I don't think it was THAT close. Plus, it looks like Tilamuck is consoling them.

Smith: That is Shamu!

Hood: That is what THEY want you to think!

~The shamu mascot is back at ringside and is apparently trying to console Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris. Both look weirded out by this man in a costume who seems to be way too heavily invested in a wrestling match. But he still consoles them as they both get up to leave ...BUT as their backs are turned, Shamu the whale smashes the the boom box he was using earlier over Crazy Chris's head. As Dangerous Dan turns around, he does the same by smashing it onto his forehead. Dan goes down as Shamu breaks teh whole thing over Dan's head again.~

Smith: WHAT THE HELL IS SHAMU DOING? That isn't how a popular mascot behaves.

Hood: I told you ...NEVER TRUST TILAMUCK! THREE TRAINERS TRUSTED HIM BEFORE AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM!

~The whale removes his head to reveal a familliar face.~

Smith: That is no Blackfish, it is a FATASS!

Hood: NO WAY! BIG BIFFORD IS BACK! FOR REALS THIS TIME!

~Bifford picks up Dangerous Dan once more and slams him into the steel steps for good measure. With both the Danger Boiz down at his feet, he raises his flippers in victory over taking out two men after they fought in a gauntlet match. The fans boo him as the feed cuts back to Universal Studios in Florida.~

Smith: This crazy right now…The Big Bifford has returned…we have new tag champions and the night is just getting underway!

Hood: Bifford…FOR THE WIN!

Smith: Yea, sure…let’s go backstage!

~We cut to a backstage area where Kaitlyn is occupying one of the corporate offices at Universal Studios and doing some busy work until it is time to make her entrance and announce her husband to the ring. She looks up from her work when there is a knock at the door. Soon enough the door opens to reveal Harlequin~

The Harlequin: “What's up, baby cakes?”

~Harlequin asks trotting into the room with both hands hidden behind her back. There is a devilish smirk on her face as she blocks Kaitlyn's only way out. Immediately Kaatilyn grabs her phone and dials security receiving a snicker from her brightly dressed visitor. Harlequin removes her hands from her back holding old fashion pistol and aiming it at Kaitlyn~

The Harlequin: “You've dealt with crazy too much, huh, sweet heart? Get up.”

~Kaitlyn rolls her eyes as she puts her phone away. Harlequin steps a few steps forward~

Katitlyn: “This is the part where I put my hands up I assume?”

~Both of Kaitlyn's hand lift above her head while Harlequin giggles skipping over rather close to the other woman. The gun is only a few inches from Katilyn's forehead. The only reaction is her lifting her eyes rather unimpressed~

The Harlequin:” I meant get up from the chair.”

~Harlequin's smile is gone. Her eyes are narrowing and her body language changes. Katilyn rolls her eyes once more and gets up from the chair~

Kaitlyn: “So why this charming visit to see me if I may ask?”

The Harlequin: “Oh, just wanted to say hello.”

~Harlequin takes a few steps back then pulls the trigger. There is a loud bang and the camera wobbles but instead of a bullet, a million tiny sparkles blasts all over Katilyn's body. As Harlequin is laughing like a mad person, Kaitlyn begins removing the pieces from her hair and face~

Kaitlyn: “Are you done?”

The Harlequin: “No reaction, huh? No anger.... No fear... Boy, what does your husband see in you?”

~When Kaitlyn opens her mouth Harlequin waves her hands in the other's face~

The Harlequin: “Don't tell me! I don't really care why he is with you!”

~She pulls the trigger again, a BANG flag popping out and this time Katilyn leaps backwards falling on her backside. Like with the first bang the camera wobbles away. Harlequin slaps her knee laughing as hard as ever before she leans down~

The Harlequin: “Gee, that security is sure taking an awfully long time to get here-- Oh wait! I think I saw them chasing a doggy around the building. Hmmm, I wonder who could have let loose a cute little man's best friend.”

Katilyn: “ You are so going to pay for all of this. You have no idea the torment I can bring you at the edge of a pen”

The Harlequin: “Oh, hm? Did you say something? It doesn't matter though. You see, my real reason for visiting you that no, you won't be with your husband during this match. It is very important that you just sit in here. Drink some tea and.... Staytiedup.”

~Katilyn stands up dusting over her butt obviously irritated with Harlequin now, however she doesn't have the time to retaliate because Harlequin pulls a rope off the back side of her belt~

The Harlequin: “I'm sure you're used to this in the bed room, huh? Then this should be totally normal for you!”

~Harlequin laughs again swing her foot into Katilyn's gut when she doubles down Harlequin is quick to go behind her and tie both of her hands up. Katilyn is struggling but isn't successful at getting away. Harlequin knees Katilyn in the back to knock her to the floor before hog-tying her feet and hands~

The Harlequin: “I'm sure your husband will love seeing you like this! Now, don't go anywhere, kiddie or you'll spoil the surprise! ”

Katilyn: “Cute... Real funny and yes.”

~Harlequin kneels down in front of Katilyn before literately slapping tape to her mouth. She wiggles her fingers at Katilyn then skips out of the door and slamming the door. Outside in the hallway is MJ Bell approaching. Harlequin squeaks before looping her arm with MJ's and herding her in the other direction~

MJ Bell: “What are you doing?”

The Harlequin: “Oooh, nothing, just being boring ol' me! Let's go get you ready for that match!”

~The two of the round a corner and disappear out of sight. We cut back to ringside~

Hood: Assault! Assault!

Smith: Stop screaming!

Hood: Assault AND Battery!

Smith: Call what you like…but Kaitlyn is looking to be a non factor in their match tonight

Hood: I’m no Sean Fuller fan…but that was terrible…all that tease, all that build up…and no kiss?

Smith: Whatever! Hood!

Hood: WHAT! Smith: Well, since Carey STILL can’t locate The Lost Soul…I guess it’s time we settle into our broadcast booth to call our first in-ring match of the evening from Universal Studios, Islands of Adventure!

Hood: Harry Potter land, really? Come the fuck on!

~Hood and Smith take a seat at a giant wooden announce table. Like really thick wood…if someone tries to go through this, they will probably die. Hood and Smith are each served a mug of butter beer by some weird lady with French braided hair and some old looking dress on. The ring is set up right in the middle of the main area…fans are standing all around it with an aisle way cleared via ropes. The surrounding area is a bunch of Harry Potter like buildings…people are even standing on the roof of these buildings, looking down. The ring, itself, is a normal ring…there is a metal structure hanging above which holds the OCW Mega Screen. Giant lights are set up around the ring, shining down, illuminating the area. It gives the entire scene a cool, fun vibe. The flooring around the ring…cobble stone~

Smith: You think Dean is trying to cull half the roster…having them wrestle under these conditions?

Hood: Only the ones he doesn’t like

Smith: How can he predict who might go head first into cobble stone?

Hood: He doesn’t have to…it’s natural selection…the un-dumb survive

Smith: Whatever…folks, it’s time for our special Grudge Match as Sean Fuller takes on MJ Bell! Hood, this all started when Sean Fuller injured MJ Bell, forcing her and Kenshin to withdraw from the Lethal Lottery.

Hood: Oh boo-hoo

Smith: Why are you shrugging that off? Many people had Tsunami Sunset as the favorite to win the Lethal Lottery! They are a combined 11-0!

Hood: They were never the favorites…they were up against The Family…and Sean Fuller did what a good brother would do, he cleared the path for Don Maurako.

Smith: Whoa, that sounds oddly familiar

Hood: Fuck yea it does

Smith: MJ fired back, though, placing Kaitlyn in a highly dangerous situation only to…well, show Fuller that when given a tremendous amount of power, she’s responsible enough to understand when and how to use it.

Hood: She showed weakness, Smith and tonight, it’s going to bite her in the ass.

Smith: Folks, before we head to ringside…let’s cut to a message from Sean Fuller which we received moments ago

~We cut to darkness…a figure is moving about within the darkness, but it is too vague to make out. A voice cuts through the darkness giving us audible light~

“This isn’t about a victory or impressing anyone, Madeline. You’ve taken a strip through my mind and you have come out worse for wear. You are melting… shedding what you used to be before you met me. The whole point is I pushed you. I drew you up to the Heavens and should you emerge victorious then deep down it will fester. You owe me all of the thanks in the world. You in fact did break to my touch. There was not much that needed doing quite honestly. You were ready to pop. Think of everyone who tried and tried to help you. All of those offers and yet you remained focused to the bone…… literally. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Have you really listened to anything I have said? I am not the man with the grand plan. There is no grand design for me, but there might be one. The world needs to burn and who better than me to light the match. You gave me the excuse, yes. You gave me the reason, yes, but I was just a dog chasing cars. The difference between me and a dog chasing a car is when I catch the car I rip it to shreds. I know exactly what to do with it. You ran at me full speed and that was only the beginning for you.”

~We figure out the voice belongs to Sean Fuller and it’s obvious who he’s addressing~

Sean Fuller: “Now, in just a few moments you will make your entrance and come down to this ring in an attempt to slay the dragon. The fans will cheer every strike against me and cry at every strike I take to you. So what if you manage to pin me? You will not feel better inside. You will not jump for joy because deep down you will be dead. I peeled back your skin and set your insides on fire. There was no kicking and screaming this time, Madeline. I took you by the hand and guided you Down The Alley. I lead you to a week of solitude. There was only one thing on your mind and that made me the winner before this match was even booked for tonight. You were beaten and that will eat at you… that idea will fester deep inside until you are not just alone for one-week, but the rest of your life. Go ahead and pin me tonight if that will make you feel better. I am eternal and I bounce back. It is not about the victory for me, but the journey that comes before. I defeated you Madeline-June. That is what I will put on your tombstone when your end finally comes. This match is just a formality so try to win and maybe you will. You are good in the ring, but again; you’ve already been defeated.”

~The feed cuts as we head to ringside, ready for their match~

OCW Grudge Match
Sean Fuller (7-0) vs. MJ Bell (4-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is being advertised as a Grudge Match!!!

~The crowd surrounding the ring located in the middle of Harry Potter land goes wild, ready to watch Sean Fuller and MJ Bell lock up. Belvedere quiets down…suddenly, “Soul Wars” by Awolnation begins to play and MJ Bell walks out rather excited. The drop down screen over the ring flashes different lights. She interacts with the crowd by touching their hands and giving high-fives as she walks down to the ring. She makes her way up onto the apron then into the ring. When the song sings the word, "Amen" MJ throws both hands down causing fireworks to go off near the stage. After this has occurred she hops onto the ropes near the turnbuckle with her arms out~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Paradise, Michigan…standing 5’5 and weighing in at 113 lbs…MJ Bell!!!

~MJ’s music does down and she hops back onto the mat and begins to stretch her arms, loosening up for her Grudge Match. "Circus for a Psycho" by Skillet picks up as Sean Fuller steps out from behind the curtain with his head bowed. The crowd goes silent as the lights are low so to make it rather hard to witness anything he might do as he walks down to the ring. Sean climbs into the ring and over to the corner furthest from him at the time. He rests his arms over the top rope and smirks after turning his head to the right; a smirk so unsettling the fans still dare not boo or make a sound that might cause him to go off~

Belvedere: And her opponent, from Parts Unknown…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 245lbs…OCW’s resident Sociopath…Sean Fuller!!!

~Belvedere exits the ring and grabs a butter beer from a fan for a tasty refreshment…an electronic bell sounds for speakers above the ring as the fans go crazy, ready for this match~

Smith: Here we go Hood…I’ve been waiting for this match all week!

Hood: You ALWAYS fucking say that!

Smith: Okay, maybe that is a bit overused…however, you have to admit…this is going to be a good one.

Hood: I don’t have to admit anything…but, I will state…see, state, not admit…that they are both undefeated and, I guess, talented.

Smith: Now, was that so hard?

Hood: Not as hard as drinking whatever the fuck this shit is called.

Smith: Butter beer!

~Fuller turns around, leaning against the corner and looks over at MJ Bell. MJ is standing in the middle of the ring in a poised position, ready to lock up. Fuller stands upright and slowly saunters his way towards the middle of the ring, showing MJ a total lack of respect. He extends his arms in an inviting gesture, asking MJ to give him what she’s got…MJ obliges and drills Fuller with a forearm shot to the face! She does it again and again and unleashes an amount of anger and frustration she’s held in ever since he attacked her and kept her from competing for the Southern Title. Fuller did not expect such an offensive effort from MJ and is completely caught off guard, he stumbles and almost falls down…the corner he was previously hanging out in holds him up. His arms are hanging over the top rope. MJ stays on him, she knees him in the midsection several times, each time digging deeper and deeper into Sean’s internal organs. Sean winces with pain after every blow. MJ then leaps up in the air, showing great athleticism, she wraps her legs around Sean’s head and neck and tosses him across the ring with a Huricanrana!! Sean is laid out in the middle of the ring, clutching his abdomen as the fans go wild chanting “MJ! MJ!”~

Smith: That is weeks of frustration pent up inside that fiery red…or orange haired woman, Hood! She’s letting it all out and handing Sean Fuller an ass kicking!

Hood: I did not expect that…bitch be crazy, man!

Smith: Yep, but she needs to stay on Fuller…he is as dangerous as they come here in OCW.

~MJ gets back to her feet, in the corner…she quickly yanks herself to the top rope and maintains perfect balance while up there. Fuller slowly gets to all fours as he is trying to return to a standing position, he gets to his feet with his back to MJ…he slowly turns around as the fans stand in anticipation…MJ leaps off and drills Fuller in the face with a Missile Drop kick!! Fuller falls to the side with his body crashing into the ropes. His body ricochets back into the middle of the ring where he rolls over onto his stomach, hoping to avoid a pinning situation~

Smith: Nice awareness by Fuller, rolling over so MJ might have to put some effort into pinning him.

Hood: Look, I’m no MJ fan, okay…but surely she’s not dumb enough to think Sean is pinnable this early in the match

Smith: You never know, that girl is taking it to him!

Hood: Look, Mr. Women’s lib…just chill your pants down…Sean will get back in this.

~MJ stands with her back to Sean, as he is still lying on his belly. MJ leaps in the air and lands on top of him with a Standing Moonsault!! She quickly pops back to her feet and grabs Fuller’s legs…MJ locks in a Sharpshooter!!! Sean begins to yell out in pain as MJ cranks back with the hold! Scruff slides in and asks Fuller if he wants to give it up…Fuller reaches out and grabs Scruff by the neck..the shoves Scruff away from him~

Smith: I guess we can take that as a no

Hood: More like a fuck no

Smith: Indeed

~Scruff crawls back over and asks Sean, but making sure he’s outside of Sean’s reach. Sean begins to crawl towards the ropes…MJ’s 113 pound frame isn’t offering much resistance and she begins to feel the urge to try something new. She releases the Sharpshooter and in one motion locks in an STF!!! Sean’s pain only increases as his body continues to be contorted and pulled in uncomfortable directions. The length he had with an outstretched arm has been effectively cut in half as he tries to reach the ropes, but is several inches shy of attaining a grip~

Smith: MJ Bell is pulling out all the stops!! She’s really trying to make a statement here tonight!

Hood: First a Sharpshooter…now an STF…when did she become this submission specialist, all of a sudden?

Smith: Hood, when you’re facing a challenger nearly twice your size, it’s imperative you come up with a game plan to neutralize his build in advantage.

Hood: Yea, or maybe Sean is letting her to do it to him, we all know he digs the pain.

Smith: Does that look like a man enjoying what’s being done to him?

Hood: To some, sure

~MJ cranks back, contorting Fuller’s neck in the most uncomfortable, most unnatural position possible. Fuller can sense this is reaching serious levels of pain and he gives his journey towards the ropes one more ditch effort…Fuller extends and snags the bottom rope!! The fans boo loudly as MJ is forced to release the hold. She refuses at first, wanting to inflict as much pain as possible. Scruff starts to count…he reaches four and a half and MJ releases. She then drags Sean back into the middle of the ring, hoping to lock in the STF yet again. Fuller, though, flips over onto his back and kicks MJ away from him. MJ staggers back, Fuller sits up, MJ runs at him, sits out and kicks him right in the face!! Fuller falls back, covering his face in pain~

Smith: Sean Fuller may have lost a tooth…the handsome features of Sean Fuller are being rearranged by MJ Bell!

Hood: Oh well, he probably hates being good looking anyway…may as well have the face match the brain.

Smith: What, all twisted up like a Picasso?

Hood: Is that some kind of pasta?

Smith: Nevermind

~MJ quickly gets back to her feet and yanks Fuller to his, we see a trail of blood trickling from Fuller’s mouth as MJ’s kick did some aesthetic damage. MJ whips Fuller into the ropes, he bounces off, MJ goes for a superkick, Fuller ducks and hits the ropes again, MJ throws a back fist at him, Fuller ducks that and hits the ropes a third time, MJ leaps in the air going for a spinning wheel kick! Fuller catches her in mid air, he positions himself, adjusts his grip and tosses her over his head with a Capture Suplex! Fuller throws her right into the corner where MJ’s body crashes into the turnbuckles!! Her body gets hung up in the ropes like a bug stuck in a spider web…or something. Fuller falls to one knee and places his palm up to his mouth…he slowly pulls his hand back and finds a puddle of blood in his hand. A smile creeps across his face as Fuller’s eyes slowly slide towards MJ~

Smith: Oh no

Hood: The psycho is about to be unleashed on MJ

Smith: This is what I was afraid of…MJ’s back can’t be fully healed after that attack…it HAS to be vulnerable.

Hood: Hey, the doctor…or the doctor she paid off…cleared her to wrestle. That’s nobody’s fault but his and hers.

Smith: How can you be so cold?

Hood: Because I rode that damn Jurassic Park ride and got all wet…I didn’t realize how stupid that was until the sun went down…FUCK

~Fuller heads over to MJ, she has untangled herself from the ropes and is on her knees in the corner. MJ responds with a punch to Fuller’s gut!! Fuller staggers back…MJ yanks herself to her feet with the ropes and she knees Fuller in the face!! Fuller staggers into the middle of the ring…MJ steps back into the corner and charges at Fuller…Fuller catches her, lifts her up high and drops her back across his knee with a huge backbreaker!!! MJ screams loudly in pain, grabbing her back as the fans cover their mouths in horror~

Smith: No!! That’s her injured back!

Hood: Cracked that bitch in half!

Smith: Get medical out there, we need to stop this right now!

Hood: Fuck that shit, this match just got interesting

~MJ is lying on the mat, her hand on her back with her face buried in the mat…it can’t be seen whether or not she’s crying or just in an extraordinary amount of pain. Fuller walks up and looks down at her, smiling…he kicks her around playfully. Then, without warning, he stomps down on her back! MJ screams out in pain…Fuller stomps again!! MJ yells out in pain again! Fuller drops down on one knee, driving the knee into her back, MJ yells out in pain. Scruff, looking concerned, rushes over to check on MJ as Fuller continues to drill the knee into her back~

Smith: Call the match, Scruff so this young woman can fight another day.

Hood: Fuck that noise, she wanted this…she’s got it…she’s not so big and tough now that Fuller isn’t cuffed to the ropes, is she?

Smith: You heartless bastard…she injured that back saving YOU

Hood: I take offense to that…I know exactly how my father is.

~Fuller reaches down and grabs MJ’s arm…he locks in a tight arm bar while keeping his knee jammed into MJ’s back. MJ’s screaming has ceased as the tremendous amount of pain shooting through her body has almost acted as some sort of immunization. MJ lays there with tears in her eyes…she can feel her career slipping away knowing that every second Fuller stays on top of her, the chances of a career halting injury increases tenfold. Scruff asks her…she shakes her head no, her eyes tell another story. Fuller laughs and yells at MJ “Don’t quit yet…we’re not finished”. Scruff looks up at Sean, even he seems to want to punch the guy in the face. Scruff asks MJ again…again she shakes her head no…Scruff shakes his head and looks over at the fans as if to say “I can’t do anything”~

Smith: This young woman is too stubborn to give this one up…she’s going to cost herself and these fans the joy of watching her compete for the next several years!

Hood: You act like her retiring is some fucking reek tragedy. My goodness, Smith…she’s barely a blip on the radar.

Smith: I am going to reach over and smack you…your insensitivity is sickening tonight.

Hood: I’m sorry, maybe it’s the fact I’m sitting in Harry Potter land…but I really want to see somebody get hurt so they can feel my pain.

~MJ begins to squirm, trying to find a way out of this career threatening predicament. She begins to try and roll over on her right side…rolling over on the shoulder Fuller doesn’t have a grip on…the shoulder that’s pinned to the mat. MJ is successful…she rolls over and, by doing so, is able to grab Fuller and lock him into a loosely applied small package!! Scruff slides in for the count as the fans rise to their feet~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Darn it!! I thought she was going to pull one out of her hat there!

Hood: You mean that hat she used last week to trick Fuller?

Smith: No, I’m speaking figuratively here

Hood: I wonder what happened to that hat…is it in the Cuthbert lost and found?

Smith: Forget about the hat!

~Fuller and MJ both get to their feet at the same time…MJ stumbles as her back is weakened and not offering the support she’s used to. As she stumbles, Fuller grabs her and drops her to the mat with a swiftly devastating DDT!! MJ is lying face down on the mat as Fuller sits up, next to her. He starts to get up and, as he does, he jams his elbow into her back for leverage. MJ pounds the mat with her fist from the pain as the fans boo Fuller~

Smith: You’re going to get what’s coming to you, Fuller…I promise you that!

Hood: Maybe, but not tonight

Smith: We’ll see about that!

Hood: Quit grasping at straws to keep these people tuned in…they all know this match is over.

~Fuller grabs MJ’s legs and he flips her over onto her back…he starts to apply a Texas Cloverleaf…Sean bends over to apply the hold properly, as he does, MJ delivers a well placed knee under Sean’s jaw! MJ then wraps her legs around Sean’s head…she leans forward and locks the back of his head into a Triangle Choke hold!! Sean’s arms suddenly flail about as he’s been caught in this smothering submission. MJ bears down…she winces as she does, showing that her back is still severely weakened. Sean begins to kick and extend his legs, blindly looking for the ropes…Scruff comes into see if he wants to give it up…the fans are going wild for this reversal of fortune~

Smith: Triangle! Triangle! She’s going to choke Sean Fuller out!!

Hood: Triangles? When did Geometry enter the world of pro wrestling?

Smith: The move, Hood, the move

Hood: Oh, you mean that leg choke thingy?

Smith: Sure

Hood: I dunno, it looks like Sean Fuller, assuming he’s a heterosexual male, might be getting the better end of that deal.

Smith: That is gutter talk, you rat!

~Fuller’s oxygen has been severely limited…he can feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness. The roar of the crowd tells Fuller all he needs to know about his current predicament. Fuller gathers himself, mustering all the energy he can…he stands up right, lifting MJ off the canvas. MJ keeps the Triangle locked in, cinching it in deeper and deeper. Fuller staggers back, almost falling on his ass…but he finds a corner…he begins to climb, holding MJ up in the air. MJ looks around, side to side nervously…she consider letting the hold go, but she can feel Fuller’s energy leaving his body. Fuller gets to the top rope and he stands upright with MJ curled up, holding onto the Triangle. The fans hold their breath in anticipation…Sean’s legs nearly give out due to a lack of oxygen…he regains his balance…inches away from falling to the cobble street outside the ring. Sean then lunges off the top rope and he slams MJ’s back into the mat with a top rope powerbomb!!! MJ immediately releases the Triangle as her body goes limp! Sean rolls around, holding his throat in pain from the impact it received via the powerbomb…the fans don’t know how to react outside of buzzing and cheering the high impact move~

Smith: Oh my goodness!!!

Hood: Well, that’s one way to break a leg choke thingy

Smith: Fuller’s larynx may be crushed!

Hood: It’s a good thing the voices in his head do most of the talking then

~Fuller, holding his throat with one hand, looks over and sees MJ unconscious, lying flat on her back. He slowly crawls over towards her and toss his arm over her chest. Scruff slides in and makes the count~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!!

Smith: Wow!

Hood: Did the wind blow her arm off the mat?

Smith: No, she got her shoulder up…purely out of instinct, I think…either way, what guts!

Hood: Instinct and guts aren’t the same thing, quit over-hyping this broad

~Fuller gets back to his feet and he waits for MJ to get to hers. MJ slowly reaches her feet…she staggers around, still feeling the effects from the top rope powerbomb. Sean charges in with a running knee but MJ ducks and rolls Sean up as he loses his balance from missing the knee!! Scruff slides in and makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: MJ continues to show extreme determination and uncanny desire to win this match!

Hood: Yea, had Fuller nailed her with that knee, she would’ve been done

Smith: Indeed!

~Fuller’s kick out sends MJ flying into the nearest corner. She hits hard and Fuller gets to his feet. He charges in with an attempted running high knee to MJ’s face. MJ quickly ducks and Fuller propels himself into the top turnbuckle…his knee rams into it. He grabs it in pain, staggering out. MJ flips the stunned Fuller over with a fireman’s carry. He lands on his knees in the middle of the ring. The crowd rises to their feet as MJ charges at him and goes for her Shining Wizard!!! MJ connects with a Shining Wizard!!! The crowd goes nuts as Sean falls to the ground and MJ goes for pin~

Smith: MJ looks like she has this all wrapped up!

Hood: Get back up Sean!!!

1…

~All of a sudden “Acid Rain” by Liquid Tension Experiment blasts throughout the area as MJ’s concentration is broken as she slowly gets up and the crowd is shocked to see OCW Central Champion “The Incredible” Ian Bishop step out from the back and stand there staring at her. His music fades as MJ throws her hands in the air and starts to scream “What do you want, Ian?” but Ian just stands there breathing heavily and not moving a muscle~

Smith: Umm… what is Ian doing out here?

Hood: It’s obvious Smith, the champ’s got a thing for red heads!

Smith: Judging by the way he looks I don’t think it’s a healthy “thing”.

~MJ obviously frustrated turns around to go back for the pin but Sean Fuller in this time has gotten to his feet connects with a quick Down the Alley! Sean covers MJ as the crowd begins to boo~

1…

2…

3!!!

Smith: Are you kidding me? MJ had that! They stole this victory form her!

Hood: I don’t think there was any stealing Smith. Ian came out to admire her and she got distracted. I don’t see how it’s his fault!

Smith: Really? You actually think Ian would just come out for his own benefit and not to help his fellow Family member?

Hood: A coincidence if I ever saw one!

Belvedere: And the winner of this match by pin-fall… SEAN FULLER!!!!!

~Sean nods to Ian with a smile on his face as Ian heads back through the crowd~

Smith: No!! NO!!! She was SOOOO Close!!

Hood: Fuller got her…the family is 1-0 ya dumb fucker!

Smith: There is no justice in this world if Sean Fuller can act the way he does and, not only get away with it, but prosper in OCW.

Hood: Since when did justice ever prevail in OCW? Open your eyes Smith, this is anarchy central.

~Fuller is in the ring, enjoying his victory...he looks over and spots MJ, still on the mat. The fans start to boo~

Smith: Oh no, leave her alone! Isn’t the victory enough???

~Suddenly a GONG is heard which halts Fuller in his tracks. The four ring posts suddenly explode, shooting fire out from them as Fuller staggers back!! This delay gives MJ the opportunity to slide out of the ring and exit the ringside area. The flames go out and Fuller is left standing in the ring, confused~

Smith: What was THAT?

Hood: I don’t know, but somebody is either a huge Sean Fuller fan and likes to party with fire…or they hate Sean Fuller and want to burn him alive!

Smith: Glad you narrowed it down

~The scene cuts to the back as we see TGO walking into the office of a frantic Gavin Reed. Gavin is busy sorting through paperwork as he’s surprised to see the man who’s walked into his office. He quickly stops and starts speaking.~

Gavin: I don’t have time for you Trevor.

TGO: Of course you don’t. You have a deal to make for the next region. I’m sure your investors will be EXTREMELY disappointed if you don’t sign a deal with Dean.

Gavin: That’s an understatement.

TGO: I won’t take long. I just want to thank you for letting me use Mia last week. She came in rather helpful.

Gavin: Good, then the debt is settled.

TGO: Not by a long shot. Keep Mia handy, and if I were you, I would start getting more backup. The OCW signing for another month with your investor doesn’t seem too likely.

~TGO turns and leaves the office as Gavin quickly picks up his cell phone that’s on his desk and starts dialing.~

Gavin: We have a problem…

~The scene cuts back to the announce table~

Smith: Gavin is under a time crunch…however, so are we! No deal is signed!

Hood: What is Dean doing? He’s toying with our emotions!

Smith: Obviously, he does not want to re-up with Gavin…but, at this point, is there any other option?

Hood: Maybe…maybe Dean has something already tucked away…or, shit, I don’t know…maybe he’s been too busy trying to flirt with the chick dressed as Minnie Mouse without knowing it was really a guy under there.

Smith: You mean they aren’t all females?

Hood: Haha, no

Smith: That is terrible news...anyway, I’m super stoked for our next match as Roach will take on Alice Knight in a hardcore match…a stipulation surprisingly requested by…Alice Knight.

Hood: Hey, we all gotta die sometime…I guess Alice figured Black Out 2 was a great resting place.

Smith: Regardless of how this goes down…Alice has quickly become one of the most popular OCW superstars of the new era. In fact, she was spending time browsing around Universal Studios today in the Jurassic Park area…sneaking into bushes and hanging out with fans.

Hood: Sneaking into bushes? What the fuck?

Smith: Yea, I don’t know…I’m guessing she was looking for food or a lost stray cat

Hood: A lost stray cat…the fuck…

Smith: Yea…let’s go to ringside for this entertaining encounter

Hardcore Rules Match
Roach (5-2) vs. Alice Knight (4-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is a Hardcore Rules match scheduled for one fall!

~The crowd goes crazy, ready to watch Alice Knight take on Family Member, Roach. ”Oblivion” by M83 featuring – Susanne Sundor begins to play as the fans turn and cheer the rapidly rising fan favorite in OCW, Alice Knight. She makes her way to the ring with a bubbly demeanor. Alice has a small pound in one hand and a wand in the other. She enters into the ring and kind of skips around for no apparent reason. She rushes to the ropes, drops the pouch onto the mat, in the corner and heads to the middle turnbuckle and waves to the fans as her music fades out. She accidentally points the wand at the fans and quickly pulls it back with an apologetic look~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Bethel, New York…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 125 lbs…Alice Knight!!!

~”King Nothing” by Metallica starts up and the crowd boos loudly with the appearance of OCW’s dirtiest star and member of the Family, Roach. He enters into the ring and looks over at Alice with a confident look on his face~

Belvedere: And her opponent, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 265 lbs…Roach!!!

~The ring bell sounds over the PA as Belvedere quickly exits~

Smith: Roach seems confident…

Hood: No shit, Alice is basically handing him a win by issuing the Hardcore Rules challenge

Smith: I wouldn’t count Alice out

Hood: I would

~Roach heads towards Alice…she quickly sticks her wand at him and says some kind of spell. Roach stops out of sheer confusion, trying to figure out what Alice is doing. Alice’s eyes are closed…she slowly opens one eye to check on Roach and finds him unharmed. She stomps her foot on the mat, yells at the wand and throws it out of the ring~

Smith: Okay, maybe you’re right

Hood: There goes her monthly wage…all on that stupid harry potter wand that a five year old could tell ya wouldn’t work.

Smith: She’s been talking about her big plan all week…I pray that wasn’t it.

Hood: I’m pretty sure it was…unless there’s an army of cats waiting to scratch Roach

~Roach rushes towards Alice, not wasting any time. Perhaps the wand freaked him out. He is able to corner Alice against a set of turnbuckles…Alice attempts to bend over and pick up the pouch she carried to the ring, but Roach prevents it. He straightens her up and grabs Alice around the throat. Roach squeezes as hard as he can as Alice’s face starts to turn red. Alice responds by kicking Roach right in the groin. Roach lets go, staggering back. Alice hops up on the second turnbuckle and jumps over Roach and goes for a sunset flip! Roach, though, sits out and lands right on top of Alice! He quickly gets up and laughs as Alice rolls around on the mat, holding her chest in pain~

Smith: Alice needs to keep her distance from Roach if she has ANY chance in this one.

Hood: Yea, well that’s not working out so well for her right now, is it?

Smith: It’s far from over…but, yea, thus far, she’s in trouble

~Roach yanks Alice to her feet and whips her into a nearby corner. Alice slams into the corner hard and Roach charges in…Alice gets her feet up and she kicks Roach in the face. Roach staggers back…Alice throws a kick into Roach’s face, causing him to stagger more. Roach is now leaning against the ropes, Alice rushes in but Roach puts his head down and he lifts Alice up over the top rope and to the outside! Alice lands on her feet but falls to the cobbled surface. Roach catches his breath as Alice grabs her ankle in pain~

Smith: She landed on that ankle pretty hard…plus, there’s no give out there.

Hood: Cease the dramatics, Smith…we all know where this is heading…to a glorious Roach win!

Smith: Perhaps, but I’m still concerned for Alice’s well being.

Hood: She’s a fucking bum, man…she probably cares less about her well being than you do at the moment.

~Roach heads outside…he looks under the ring and grabs a steel chair. Alice, crawling on her hands and knees spots something…she scurries over there. Roach chases her down and grabs Alice by the hair. He yanks her to her feet…Alice, though jams something in Roach’s eye as she turns around on her feet. Roach grabs his eye in pain and yells “FUCK” as loud as he can. Harry Potter land has never been more besmirched. Alice reveals her wand from earlier. She then jams it in Roach’s ear! It remains stuck in Roach’s ear as he grabs for it and yanks it out. Alice takes the chair from Roach and she hits Roach in the head!! Roach staggers back…Alice takes a bow for the cheering crowd, proud of her resourcefulness. Roach, though, never to be underestimated, lunges forward and drills Alice with a right hand! Alice falls to the cobble pavement as Roach falls back into a seated position. He is covering his eye while blood oozes out of his ear. He snaps the wand in half with his free hand and hurls it as far away as possible~

Smith: The one advantage to being a homeless pro wrestler…you know how to make use of your surroundings.

Hood: I guess that wand proved useful after all…although, she did get decked for gloating.

Smith: Alice was simply paying respects to all her loyal fans

Hood: If they were so loyal, why can’t they hook a sista up with a place to stay? Why is she always leeching off of Brianna?

Smith: She’s hitched rides with people before…the fans help her out

Hood: I know…I keep hoping she’ll catch the wrong ride and wind up across the country or something

Smith: That would be terrible!

~Alice begins to crawl away from Roach, having recovered, mostly, from the impact of his punch. Roach gets to his feet and he sees Alice crawling away. He slowly stalks her down. Alice crawls right out of Harry Potter land and suddenly enters Jurassic Park. The epic theme from Jurassic Park plays as the fans from Harry Potter land have followed the duo. The cobble walk way has turned to some kind of fossilized looking surface…but, rest assured, it’s equally tough and unforgiving. Thick bushes line the walk way as Alice heads for one bush in particular. Roach reaches out and grabs her foot before she can get to it~

Smith: They have wondered into Jurassic Park!

Hood: No! Don’t follow her down the rabbit hole, Roach!

Smith: Too late, Roach has traveled back in time

Hood: This match could use Doc Brown and his awesome hair

Smith: Any situation could use more Doc Brown

~Alice lunges forward with Roach’s hand wrapped tightly around her ankle…Roach twists it…he realizes it’s the ankle she landed on before…Alice winces, but is able to grab hold of something in the bush. She yanks it out and it’s a long, metallic object…she turns around and smashes Roach in the head with it!! It ‘clangs’ off of Roach’s skull!! Roach staggers back, releasing his vice grip on Alice’s tender ankle. The fans go crazy~

Smith: What is that? Is that…is that a bumper?

Hood: Fuck me sideways…it’s the fucking bumper to her stupid ass car

Smith: The car/home Roach destroyed?

Hood: Really? Like she has two fucking cars? Yes, genius

~Alice gets to her feet and she slams Roach in the back with the bumper!! Roach arches his back in pain as he slowly trots away. Alice runs at him, jumps in the air and slams the bumper into the back of Roach’s head!! Roach falls to one knee…Alice then smacks him in the face with the bumper as Roach falls onto his back, grasping his face in pain! The fans go wild for Alice~

Smith: It’s all coming together, Hood…Alice had a plan!

Hood: It’s a scary world when the homeless are the ones prepared

Smith: Forward thinking…maybe next she’ll upgrade and get a couch with wheels…to make it easier to transport.

Hood: That’s too much too fast…I’m thinking like the cushion from a couch…gotta start small. If she’s lucky, maybe there’s some loose change stuck to the bottom of it.

~Alice tosses her bumper to the ground and she heads around Jurassic Park. She sees a fake dinosaur stature and she waves at it. Some fans rush over, wanting to get a picture…Alice negotiates a photo in exchange for what’s left of their hot dog. The parents agree and snap a quick photo of Alice with their kids. More people want photos with Alice…Roach gets to his feet and sees what’s going on. He grabs the camera from the first group of parents and slams it into the ground…it shatters. He then goes after Alice…Alice rushes for another bush. Roach secures the bumper Alice had used on him for protection and he approaches her. Alice reaches into the bush, turns around and hurls a steering wheel at Roach as if it were a Frisbee. It slices through the air and hits Roach in the face!! Roach staggers back…Alice reaches into the same bush again and pulls out a side mirror. She sprints at Roach and slams the mirror into Roach’s head! It shatters on top of Roach’s head and Roach falls to the ground. Alice then turns her attention back to the dinosaur statue~

Smith: A unique way to use a steering wheel

Hood: She’s getting more use out of that car now than she ever has. She owes Roach a giant thank you.

Smith: She seems more interested in that dinosaur, though

Hood: Does she think it’s edible?

Smith: I don’t know…maybe she’s taken back due to the fact it’s a wild animal that isn’t following her around.

Hood: Yea, you don’t see too many stray dinosaurs roaming the streets.

~Alice leaps up and grabs the open mouth of the dinosaur…she pulls herself up and climbs on top of the dinosaur’s head. Alice leaps off the top of the dinosaur’s head and drills Roach with a flying headbutt!! Alice hits hard and rolls around, holding her stomach and knees in pain…we can hear her say “That was a BAD idea” over and over as fans walk up looking to help the charismatic star. Roach, meanwhile, hasn’t moved as the headbutt clearly hit its mark~

Smith: Well, there’s something you don’t see every day

Hood: I don’t get why the bitch went all kamikaze there…she had the match under control

Smith: She just really hates Roach…he destroyed her home, after all

Hood: Yea and now he’s paying for it…turnabouts fair play

~Alice finally gets back to her feet, having shaken off most of the pain from her crazy ass plunge. She walks over to a nearby bush and drags out the hood to her car along with her muffler. Alice sets the hood up on the ground and then walks back over to Roach. Roach is lying on his side, starting to come to…Alice yanks Roach to his feet and starts to bash him in the head with her muffler. Roach staggers near the hood of Alice’s car…with his back to it. Alice kicks him in the gut, twirls him around and drops him on the hood with a DDT!!! Roach is laid out with the fans cheering for Alice…they start to throw French fries at her. Alice rushes over, picking the fries up and eating them~

Smith: A sound strategy by Alice has given her a clear advantage in this one.

Hood: Yea, but maybe she should quit worrying about eating fucking French fries…fries that have hit this nasty ass ground and focus on pinning Roach.

Smith: I actually agree…besides, those fries are less than the best I’ve ever had.

Hood: What are you talking about? They are frilly…I love frilly fries…it’s a fact, frilly fries have more flavor.

Smith: No they do not!

~Alice has spent an ill-advised amount of time eating stray fries…Roach has regained his stance on two feet, albeit a shaky stance. Fans alert the, apparently ADD wrestler, that her opponent is back on his feet. Alice smiles and rushes over to another bush…she yanks a tire out! Alice rolls the tire at Roach and then she runs behind it. Roach grabs the tire before it hits him and he rolls it back at Alice…Alice leaps over the tire, showing great athleticism…but as she jumps in the air, Roach catches her on his shoulders and then drops her to the mat with his F5 into a DDT!! Alice’s head hits the pavement with a sickening ‘crack’ as her body goes completely limp. The fans boo with Roach getting to his feet, smiling as his tongue hangs out~

Smith: No! D.O.A….on that pavement…NO!

Hood: It’s a good thing she doesn’t ever have to use her brains

Smith: That is rude and uncalled for…that young lady could be seriously injured.

Hood: She requested this match, Smith…in my eyes, she was asking for it.

~Roach gathers himself before pulling Alice to her feet…Alice wobbles back and forth before Roach delivers a big boot to Alice’s face!! She falls down to the ground again, barely moving. Roach walks up and he starts to kick her while she’s down. Over and over and over, Roach stomps away on Alice until some fans look eager to jump in there and take him on~

Hood: Easy there tough guy ticket holders…Roach isn’t some insect you can just swat away.

Smith: Yea, but I get where our fans are coming from…Alice is just so likable…and to see her in this condition can be quite upsetting.

Hood: It’ll all be over soon, Roach will get her to the ring, pin her and then crack some beers with the Family!

Smith: I’m holding out hope…Come on, Alice…I think you still have a rear view mirror somewhere.

~Roach pulls Alice to her feet again…he then lifts her up for a Gorilla Press Slam…he walks a few feet, pressing her up and down…Roach then hurls her forward as her body slams into the cobble pavement of Harry Potter land. The duo has officially left Jurassic Park and re-entered the realm of Harry Potter. The ring is still several feet away, but they are making a slow return. Roach rushes up to Alice, as she is lying on her back, and stomps his foot into her abdomen….she rolls over, holding her stomach in pain~

Smith: This is getting hard to watch

Hood: Show NO MERCY!

Smith: Can we just turn this into a Street Fight so Roach can pin her and be done with it?

Hood: I’m cool with that

~Roach kicks Alice’s shoulders down and he places his foot on her chest…Roach mocks like he’s pinning her. The fans boo him as loud as they can. Roach bends over to say something to Alice…Alice suddenly springs to life and grabs Roach by the hair. She pulls so hard, she rips several of the strands out. Alice then nails him in the face with an elbow. Roach staggers back, blinking several times while shaking his head. Alice slowly gets to her feet and she rushes at Roach…he responds by drilling her with a lariat! Alice falls back, her head snaps back into the cobble pavement~

Smith: Oh no…I thought, for a moment, she had a shot to turn the tide.

Hood: I think she’s jealous of Roach’s hair…you see how she tried to rip it all out?

Smith: That was survival, Hood…not some premeditated act of vanity.

Hood: I don’t really care as long as it doesn’t turn into a fucking cat fight.

~Roach yanks Alice back up…he drags her near the ring, ready to end the match. He whips her into the ring apron…Alice, though, hops onto the ring apron and leaps off, going for a Codebreaker! Roach catches her, pushes her into the ropes, twirls around with the momentum from the ropes and he drops her with a sit out powerbomb on the cobble pavement!! Roach shoves her legs away from him as he gets to his feet…he kicks Alice a few times for good measure~[

Smith: She keeps fighting…you have to admire that.

Hood: Do you? Do you have to admire an idiot who keeps fighting a losing battle?

Smith: Yes, you do…it shows a lot of heart.

Hood: You know what they say about people with big hearts?

Smith: What’s that?

Hood: Small brains

Smith: Whatever!

~Roach picks Alice to her feet and he hurls her into the ring under the bottom rope. Alice slowly gets on all fours and tries to crawl to a corner. Roach gets into the ring and he grabs Alice by a leg and pulls her back into the middle of the ring. He then proceeds to drop several elbows across the lower portion of her back. Each time, though, she works to get back on all fours...Roach seems surprised by her tenacity~

Smith: He can’t keep her down

Hood: That’s because he’s fucking with her…finish it off, Roach!

Smith: It’s dangerous to let your opponent hang around

Hood: No shit it is…especially one who is probably really good with a shank.

~Roach kicks Alice around as she tries to crawl into her corner, perhaps for cover or protection. The fans boo as this scene has turned into a sympathetic one. The giant, muscular Roach towers over the small, diminutive Alice Knight. He’s kicking her around, laughing at her…her body is visibly injured and it’s becoming apparent that the longer this goes, the worse it will be for her. Alice finally reaches her corner as Roach rolls his eyes. He reaches down to grab Alice…we see her grab the pouch she brought with her earlier and quickly open it up. She reaches in and grabs a handful of something~

Smith: What’s in that pouch?

Hood: Fucking shit…Roach, watch out!

~Roach yanks Alice to her feet, as he does, she hurls what looks to be sand into his eyes!! Roach grabs his eye and screams in pain. We see ants covering his face!! The fans go crazy as Alice quickly rolls him up with a Small Package…Scruff slides in an counts…the fans chant along~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~Roach kicks out nanoseconds after the three count…but, it’s too late…a thunderous ovation is heard as the bell sounds and Belvedere makes the announcement~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…ALICE KNIGHT!!!!!

~Alice quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs her pouch…she fastens it, keeping the remaining ants safe. She looks into the ring at the ants she threw into Roach’s face. They are scattered and crawling around. She blows them a kiss and thanks them for their help before high tailing it away from our view and, more importantly, away from Roach~

Smith: She did it! I can’t believe she pulled it off! You have got to be impressed with Alice Knight!

Hood: Are you serious? First the tag match and now this??? I just wanna fucking go home now…happiest place on earth, my ass.

Smith: That’s another company’s slogan…not Universal Studios.

Hood: What the fuck ever, man

~Roach is angry as Alice has left the ringside area. He exits the ring and moves to leave when, suddenly, the GONG hits that we heard earlier! Roach stops in his tracks on the cobble pavement as a lightning bolt shoots down, hitting the surface right in front of his feet! Roach jumps back and looks around, nervously~

Smith: There’s that sound again! Who is this?

Hood: Is that some kind of Harry Potter wizardry shit? Cause, if it is, I am not amused

Smith: No, Hood, I think it’s something much more relevant in the works

~Roach looks around, anxiously as he heads away from ringside…almost as though he is expecting something else~

Smith: Strings things are afoot at the Circle K, Hood

Hood: I miss those gas stations...I actually tried to come up with a knock off chain

Smith: Did you now?

Hood: Yea, Circle O…it never caught on, the logo confused people.

Smith: Riiight…let’s go backstage

~We cut to some backstage area where we see President Dean walking down the hallway, talking on his cell phone. He's all business. He turns the corner and almost runs into the masked wrestler, Pryde~

Dean: Woah! Pryde! Try not to wait around corners, okay? I don't like running into a masked man in the hallways. That hasn't always ended well for me.

Pryde: I need two minutes of your time, Dean.

~Dean is already walking on, looking at his cell phone~

Dean: I've got to keep working on something, can it wait?

Pryde: No, it can't. I've been trying to reach you all week but you've been ducking me.

Dean: What? No I haven't. It's a pay per view week, I have a lot to do. You didn't call my secretary?

Pryde: You have a secretary?

Dean: Nevermind. Talk to me while we walk.

~They walk around another corner heading for Dean's temporary office~

Pryde: I need something from you for tonight's match. I have my hands full with Maurako already. I need the rest of the Family banned from ringside.

Dean: And what makes you think I can do that for you?

Pryde: You owe me. You were the one who put me with him in the first place.

Dean: And look at you now! You're in the main event! Sounds more like you owe me a favor, not the other way around.

Pryde: So you're not going to do anything to stop the Family?

Dean: What can I do? The contract is already signed. You know the kind of lawyers that the Family has on their side. They'd never allow it. But I have faith in you. You can take that sucka down.

~Dean tries to put an arm on Pryde's shoulder, but Pryde shrugs him off~

Pryde: You're not leaving me many options, Dean. I will not let the Family cost me this chance. Remember, this was your doing. ~Pryde leaves the other direction. Dean watches him go, puzzled at what Pryde meant. We head back to ringside~

Smith: Hood, I wonder what Pryde is referencing?

Hood: I don’t know, but with the mask and his ominous, vague wording…I’m beginning to think he’s like a Man in Black

Smith: Excuse me?

Hood: Or, perhaps he’s Elvis…maybe even Tupac

Smith: Stop it! I think he’s just making the point clear that he’s got this tremendous opportunity and he’s going to ensure that The Family don’t rob him of it

Hood: Easier said than done my friend

Smith: Well, coming up next is our epic Internet Title encounter…let’s cut to some pre-match interviews featuring two of OCW’s biggest stars

~We cut over to SeaWorld where Skytz is standing in front of the killer whale tank. Syren is underwater, completely naked. His crotch is blurred out. It appears Syren may be bathing…or something, we’re not quite sure~

Skytz: I am here with Scott Syren as he is preparing for his huge match tonight with Kenshin Takamura…a match that will decide who leaves Black Out 2 as the OCW Internet Champion…Scott…how do you feel about your match tonight?

~It’s impossible to hear him from underwater, so Syren does some sign language…or, well, he moves his hands around…we are by no means sign language experts. Skytz nods and nods until Syren stops~

Skytz: Uh-huh…yea…and, so, what if Kenshin is able to force you into a game of technical wrestling?

~Syren continues to sign through the water…the killer whale swims by and playfully nudges Syren…Syren slaps it away, the whale swims off~

Skytz: Ahhh…yea, I see…and, one final question. Is there any chance you lose tonight’s match?

~Syren gives us the one form of sign language we all understand. He flips his middle finger at Skytz~

Skytz: Okay, there you have it folks…strong words from Scott Syren

~We quickly cut to a dark aquarium tank inside Sea World. We can see many different types of fish and other things swimming throughout the blue waters. A rather intimidating shark moves past in the water. Luckily all of these animals are behind the glass, keeping us safe from them. The camera pans down a few feet to show that Kenshin Takamura is sitting on a bench in his ring gear with his OCW Internet Championship hanging over his broad shoulder. His eyes are directed at the ground and his knuckles are clasped together and spinning in a circular motion. After a moment, his hands cease moving and release from one another as his eyes rise up to meet the camera~

Kenshin Takamura: "A few weeks ago, Scott Syren became the number one contender to the OCW Internet Championship..."

~He shifts the belt just a bit on his shoulder as he addresses it once more~

Kenshin Takamura: "MY Internet Championship. Both Syren and myself started our Internet Championship paths in much the sameway, with Battle Royals, but just because we began our journeys in similar fashion, that does not mean we will end them in similar fashion. As I said a few days ago, the time for talk has ended, the insults no longer matter, and your entourage cannot help you. I would honestly be surprised if any of them could swim. Well, if they show their face during our match, I will be sure to give them a personal swimming lesson. Well, I guess it's more like some assistance into the pool. As for you, Syren, take the Internet Championship..."

~Takamura rises to his feet, revealing his full 6'1" stature as another shark passes behind him. His dark eyes stare into the camera for just another moment before he goes to walk away. He halts before going too far though as the camera stops on him once more. Kenshin turns back for only a second to say one last thing~

Kenshin Takamura: "If you can."

~This time Kenshin actually does walk out of the aquarium area that he was in, leaving the camera to pan around to show the various sea life surrounding it currently, thanks to the fact that the match was taking place at Sea World...We head back to Smith and Hood in Universal Studios~

Smith: In all my years calling matches…I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a contrast in styles and those promos we just witnessed, perfectly illustrates what we’re in for later tonight.

Hood: Yea, well, Syren actually went in to the water with the sea life, so advantage Syren

Smith: Not so fast…Kenshin has been unbeatable so far in OCW…he has tremendous motivation to keep that Internet title around his waist.

Hood: No doubt, Syren will break a sweat

Smith: Hopefully, for your boy’s sake, he takes Kenshin more seriously than you are. And if he hasn’t started now…it’s too late…cause that match is NEXT

OCW Internet Championship Match
Kenshin Takamura © (7-0) vs. Scott Syren (c?) (4-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…turn your eyes to the screen as it is now time for our next match…simulcast live from Sea World and it is for the OCW Internet Championship!!!

~The fans turn to the giant screen hanging above the ring…it is slowly lowered to give them a better view of the simulcast. Our, own personal view, cuts to a feed from Sea World where the same OCW ring from before is nestled atop the Killer Whale tank…a surface made of some kind of material, a material we aren’t really sure of, separates the ring from the water and a giant killer whale. Suddenly, “I am Warrior” by Cruachan begins to play as the fans rise to their feet in the Killer Whale auditorium and watch as Scott Syren emerges from the back. He make his way down the cement steps with the REAL OCW World Title around his waist. He is entering alone and, for the first time since his return, appears to be the old focused Syren from nearly a decade ago. He is carrying a silver pale in his right hand as he walks up the steps, on top of the killer whale tank. The whale beneath it is nowhere to be seen at this point…perhaps he’s napping…or, maybe he’s glued to a TV set in the back, wanting to watch this match up close a personal. Either way, wondering aloud has allowed Syren to get into the ring. Belvedere’s voice is heard over the Sea World PA System~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from The Plain of Fear…standing 6’8 and weighing in at 287 lbs…he is the self proclaimed Real OCW World Champion…he is an OCW Hall of Famer…a 2 time OCW World Champion…ladies and gentlemen, Mr. OCW himself…Scott Syren!!!

~The crowd goes wild as Syren leans back in his corner with his metallic pale nestled quietly on the outside, against the steel ring steps. Syren’s music comes to an end. The crowd quiets down in anticipation of the OCW Internet Champion. The lights fade in the arena as the beginning chorus of "Guren no Yumiya" begins. The crowd rises to their feet in anticipation for who they know is entering. Red lights under the entrance ramp kick on casting a red glow from the entrance ramp and entrance stage. As the chorus suddenly picks up in a frantic song, spotlights scan everywhere through out the arena to the speed of the music until finally the lead singer of Linked Horizon begins singing. Those lights focus in on the entrance stage where Kenshin Takamura emerges from atop the ramp to a huge pop from the crowd. He has the Internet Championship hanging over his left shoulder with the support of both of his hands holding it to his chest. Upon reaching the top of the entrance ramp, Kenshin takes the title with one hand and lays it down in front of him on the stage. For a moment, he looks around at the crowd which is buzzing loudly before dropping to his knees and raises his open hands wide and high as his eyes shut gently. White pyrotechnics fire off behind him, meanwhile the red lights under the entrance stage and ramp, light up his muscular form, showing off how good of shape he's in. After a moment, in an impressive display of agility, he leaps from his knees up to his feet then scoops up the OCW Internet Championship before making his way toward the ring. As he does, he puts the Internet Championship on his waist. Upon finishing with that, he approaches the steps which lead atop the whale tank jogs up them followed by the ring steps then across the apron. For a moment, he looks out at the crowd, who cheer him on before he steps through the ropes and takes his corner while clasping his fingers together then rotating his wrists as the lights return to normal~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Tokyo, Japan…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 235 lbs…he is the OCW Internet Champion…the Undefeated Kenshin Takamura!!!

~The crowd goes wild as OCW’s second homeless referee, Gruff, takes the Internet Title from Kenshin and he holds it up. The crowd continues to cheer, ready for this match to get underway. A bell sounds over the PA System as this match is set to begin~

Smith: Alright folks and for the second time this evening we will be announcing this via satellite feed from Universal Studios.

Hood: Why did we have to be stuck at the secondary location tonight?

Smith: We are in the primary location, Hood!

Hood: No fucking way…Killer Whale tank crushes Harry Potter world.

Smith: Be that as it may…huge match tonight, the obvious favorite would be Syren…but, if you think about it, Kenshin has never been beaten in front of an OCW audience.

Hood: That is true…but Syren hasn’t lost in like one hundred years.

Smith: More like ten

Hood: I think your math may be off there

Smith: The fact is…we know Syren can lose, we’ve seen it happen…but can Kenshin lose? Until we see it happen, you have to wonder.

Hood: Anyone can lose, Smith…and by anyone, I mean Kenshin Takamura.

~Kenshin and Syren meet in the middle of the ring as the fans are at a fever pitch…it’s obvious this has been a match up the entire OCW fan base has been anxiously awaiting for a few weeks. Kenshin starts to nail Syren with chops and kicks, displaying a disciplined and effective martial arts assault. Syren is impacted slightly by the blows, however, his roided up physique is hard to crack. Syren retaliates with punches and kicks of his own as Kenshin staggers back into the nearest corner. It becomes clear that a battle of punches and kicks will be won by Syren. Syren has Kenshin into the nearest corner, Gruff rushes over to try and get them to separate, Syren shoves Gruff away…Gruff falls to the mat hard. The fans sigh, fearing a DQ, but there is no way Gruff is going to DQ a match over something like that. Syren continues to assault Kenshin with punches to the head as Kenshin sags in the corner. Syren then hooks Kenshin under the arm, lifts him high and slams him into the middle of the ring with a hip toss! Kenshin hits hard as Syren falls to the mat and does some pushups, being a total dick in showing off his upper body strength~

Smith: Kenshin Takamura will not win a brawl with Syren…not a karate brawl, not a martial arts brawl…not a back street brawl…no brawl, not now, not ever.

Hood: Damn straight…listen, kids, if you’ve got some muscular asian bullying you at school, hit the roids…it works.

Smith: That’s a terrible message to send out to our younger audience.

Hood: The truth hurts, Smith

~While Syren is doing his pushups, he takes his eyes off of Kenshin. Kenshin, having great awareness of his surroundings, quickly rolls over to his knees and locks Syren in a front face lock while he was in the middle of another push up! The fans cheer the agility and awareness of Kenshin as Syren moves his hands around, trying to find a way out of this predicament. Kenshin bears down as you can see the muscles in his biceps and back contorting…he’s really hoping to do some damage with this hold. Syren gets to one knee with Kenshin holding on for dear life…Syren stands up and lifts Kenshin high in the air…Kenshin kicks his legs as Syren tries to throw Kenshin off…Kenshin’s grip is too strong and, instead of flying across the ring, he pulls downward and drills Syren’s head into the mat with a DDT!! Syren’s head hits hard and he just kind of stays in an awkward position with his forehead on the mat while still on his knees…Kenshin, on the other hand, rolls away from Syren and quickly gets to his feet to an ovation from the crowd~

Smith: Great counter by our Internet Champion!

Hood: Syren must have laid off the pre match roid bowl…he normally tosses chumps like that all the way to L’Ardanth

Smith: Is that even a real place or just some elaborate hallucination?

Hood: I see it…what are you trying to imply, Smith? Are you trying to imply that I’m on drugs?

Smith: No, not at all it, it was simply a relevant question

Hood: Because if that’s what you’re implying…I’m cool with it.

~Syren gets to all fours as Kenshin rushes over, hops on Syren’s back and rolls him over…Kenshin wraps his legs around Syren’s waist and locks in a sleeper. Syren struggles to try and get Kenshin off…Kenshin, however, has it locked in deep. Syren, though, uses his superior size and is able to get to his feet. He reaches up with his hands and grabs Kenshin’s hair…with one ridiculously strong downward thrust, he flips Kenshin off of his back and over his head. Kenshin, though, lands on his feet and he retaliates with a superkick to Syren’s jaw!! Syren staggers back into a corner…Kenshin sprints in and drills Syren again under the jaw with a high knee. Kenshin then knees Syren in the gut causing Syren to double over, he double underhooks Syren’s arms, lifts him up with all his might and drops Syren onto the mat with a Double Underhook suplex!! Syren lands hard as the fans appreciate Kenshin’s tenacity and surprising display of strength~

Smith: Excellent display here by Kenshin Takamura…he came to fight tonight!

Hood: Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Suplexing Scott Syren? Are you kidding me?

Smith: It could get worse, Hood…he may bodyslam Scott Syren

Hood: Shut that cock holster you call a mouth right now

~Kenshin gets to his feet and rushes to the nearest corner, it’s obvious there is a sense of urgency in his movements tonight. Syren gets to his feet as the big, muscular legend is hard to keep down. Kenshin is perched at the top, looking down at Syren. Syren turns and faces Kenshin, Kenshin leaps off with a dropkick, but Syren catches Kenshin’s legs! Kenshin’s back hits the mat, Syren then falls back, catapulting Kenshin towards the nearest corner. Syren’s strength creates tremendous elevation for Kenshin…enough so that Kenshin lands on his feet at the top turnbuckle. Syren turns around to assess the damage but, instead, is greeted with a moonsault from Kenshin Takamura!! Syren falls back on the mat as Kenshin hooks his legs. Gruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: That completely caught Scott Syren off guard!

Hood: Scott Syren’s strength almost beat Scott Syren! Kenshin has discovered Syren’s kryptonite…Scott Syren.

Smith: Whatever!

~Kenshin hops to his feet with Syren still on his back, Kenshin tries to stomp Syren in the face but Syren moves out of the way. Syren shows some agility in reaching his feet, he goes for a lariat, Kenshin ducks. Kenshin pushes Syren from behind, this causes Syren to stagger into a corner. Kenshin rushes in, going for a knee to Syren’s back…Syren moves and Kenshin knees the corner! Kenshin grabs his knee in pain which allows Syren to finally drill him with that stiff lariat. Kenshin hits the mat hard, clutching his chest in pain~

Smith: That look painful

Hood: Yea man, like trying anal on a dry run

Smith: Yeouch!

Hood: Know a lot about that don’t you?

Smith: Leave me alone!

~Syren starts to head for the ropes, wanting to exit the ring for some reason. Kenshin notices this and he reaches out, grabbing Syren’s leg. He yanks Syren’s leg, causing Syren to get caught in the ropes. Syren rolls over, trying to kick Kenshin off of him…Kenshin gets to his feet and secures both of Syren’s legs under his arms. Kenshin falls back and Syren’s throat is slammed under the top rope!! Syren grabs his throat in pain as he gets out of the ropes and stands on his feet. Kenshin does some karate type thing before lunging with a thrust chop to Syren’s throat!! Syren falls over, coughing and holding his throat in pain~

Smith: Kenshin may have just done the impossible…he may have silenced Scott Syren.

Hood: Dude, you don’t poke another guy in the throat, that’s worse than punching them in the dick.

Smith: Against Scott Syren, you do whatever it takes

Hood: Oh, please…and if Syren were to, I don’t know, rip Kenshin’s dick off and feed it to the whale you’d probably be saying how out of line that is, right? You’re so fucking biased.

Smith: Um, well, that would be out of line

Hood: See!

~Syren rolls over and coughs, we see spurts of blood being spit up as considerable damage may have been done to his throat. Syren, however, has been through worse as he gets to his feet and looks for Kenshin. Kenshin responds with several kicks to Syren’s legs…he nails Syren in the shins, then in the knee, then in the back of the knee…Syren responds much like someone would if they were stepping on thorns without shoes on…he quickly and painfully lifts each leg up after receiving devastating kicks from Kenshin. Kenshin then goes for a high roundhouse kick, to cap things off. Syren, however, catches Kenshin’s leg and punches him right in the face!! Kenshin falls to the mat, grasping his nose in pain as the portion of the crowd cheering for Syren go wild. Syren looks out and sees all the people guzzling beer and wearing cheap colored visors, wife beaters and smoking menthols yelling his name. Syren smiles~

Smith: A stiff right hand as Syren caught Kenshin

Hood: Man, you don’t want to take a straight right hand to the fucking nose from Scott Syren...especially lover boy Kenshin. I doubt MJ is gonna fuck some banana nose shaped asian man.

Smith: It’s not all about looks, Hood

Hood: Good fucking point, man…if it was, MJ would be with Brianna or Alice or Kaitlyn or…

Smith: I don’t think MJ is a lesbian

Hood: I’m just saying, they are the best looking people we got

~Syren spits out a thick, dark red glob of blood onto the mat. He then smears it around with his boot for fun, we suppose. Syren finishes and we see he spelled out “Kenji Sux”…Syren laughs at his juvenile humor before climbing through the ropes and dropping to the outside. He searches under the ring for something. Meanwhile, Kenshin has returned to his feet inside the squared circle and see’s the top of Syren’s bleached blonde balding head peaking out above the apron. Blood is oozing out of Kenshin’s nose as it appears to be broken. He ushers over quickly and reaches through the ropes. He grabs Syren by the throat and yanks him upright….as he does, Syren unveils and Kendo Stick from under the ring and flings it back, nailing Kenshin in the face!! Kenshin falls back, holding his face in pain as Syren holds the Kendo stick up…the extremely drunk, loud and untamed crowd of Syren fans go wild. The refined, well dressed and affluent Kenshin fans start to boo~

Smith: Syren did that on purpose!

Hood: No shit, dumbass…it’s not like he accidentally found that weapon under the ring and the wind made it hit Kenshin the face!

Smith: No, he’s digging into Kenshin’s past…touching on a sensitive subject.

Hood: Yea, well, shit happens…if you don’t want people to fuck with your past, don’t talk about it.

Smith: At least Kenshin got his, Syren’s throat is pretty messed up.

Hood: That ain’t blood, yo…he just bit into a large cherry gusher candy or fruit snack or whatever

Smith: Erroneous!

~Syren enters into the ring and climbs the nearest corner…he looks out to the crowd, puts the Kendo stick between his legs and uses it to simulate whacking off. The pro Syren crowd goes wild. As they do, the crowd begins to separate…the refined Kenshin crowd moves to the right…the riotous, crazy, psycho Syren crowd moves to the right. Syren then turns around as Kenshin is on his feet…Syren settles in on the second rope and leaps off, he smacks Kenshin between the eyes with the Kendo Stick! Gruff walks up and yells at Syren…Syren just shrugs~

Smith: Disqualify him Ref, come on, that was clearly right in front of your eyes!

Hood: Dude, Gruff is color blind

Smith: What are you talking about?

Hood: He can’t see things like Kendo Sticks or Chairs or Tables or…random wrestling weapons

Smith: Those are items…not colors

Hood: Well then he’s…Conveniently Itemed Blind

~Syren walks over to cover Gruff’s mouth as Gruff is obviously upset with Syren’s lack of respect. Syren clamps down on Gruff’s mouth and nose hard, though…Gruff quickly passes out from a lack of oxygen. Syren smiles as the left portion of the crowd goes fucking ape shit. The right side of the crowd boos…one patron yells “Someone get security”…he is quickly urinated on by someone from the left side. Meanwhile, Kenshin is on all fours…Syren begins to lash him with the Kendo Stick…each whip sends Kenshin back to the mat…Kenshin, however, keeps getting back to all fours~

Smith: Look at the determination within Kenshin Takamura!

Hood: Just kick him in the face or something…forget the fucking stick! Sticks are for queers!

Smith: What are you talking about?

Hood: They resemble dicks…kinda

Smith: Backwards ridiculous Hood logic there

~Syren continues to whack Kenshin with the Kendo Stick…Kenshin, though, gets up quicker and quicker after every hit. It’s almost as if he’s drawing strength from the abuse. Syren looks confused as he’s never seen someone take such abuse from him only to bounce back and find an unlimited source of inner strength. Syren reaches back as far as he can and gives Kenshin the hardest possible Kendo shot imaginable…the stick shatters from the blow. Kenshin’s back is covered with red lines, blood oozing from cuts. Kenshin hops to his feet instantly after that final, attempted fatal blow and he begins to punch Syren in the face! Syren staggers back into the nearest corner…Kenshin’s punches have more behind them than any punch we’ve ever seen him throat. The lower half of Kenshin’s face is covered in blood as his nose is gushing. His back is leaking blood as well…none of this matters as Kenshin has unleashed an inner force we have yet to see within him. Syren is in the corner, completely dazed…Kenshin quickly whips around with a spinning wheel kick into Syren’s head!! Syren’s body whips back into the corner as he slumps down. Kenshin then delivers a snapmare to Syren, sending him into the middle of the ring, where he’s in a seated position. Kenshin quickly rushes into the ropes, bounces off and drills Syren in the face with a knee!! Syren falls back onto the mat in a considerable amount of pain. Kenshin looks out to the crowd…the right side emits a loud, composed cheer…it’s fairly organized as “Kenshin! Kenshin!” can be made out. The left side throws beer cans and half eaten ketchup covered French fries at them~

Smith: Unbelievable! Kenshin Takamura has the OCW legend, Scott Syren, on the ropes!

Hood: What the fuck did I just witness??

Smith: A force that not even Syren could handle…Kenshin Takamura has been unleashed…Tsunami Warning!!

Hood: WHAT THE FUCK?

Smith: Sorry, figuratively

Hood: Shit, man, don’t be fucking joking about tsunamis at Sea World, fucking moron

Smith: Well, technically we’re seated in Universal Studios

Hood: Oh, yea, you’re right…damnit, I just get too carried away calling these matches

Smith: Indeed!

~Kenshin kicks the severed halves of the Kendo Stick out of the ring. He walks over to Syren who has returned to one knee. Kenshin lifts Syren to his feet and quickly applies a clutch behind Syren’s head. Syren tries to fight out of it but a combination of being weakened by Kenshin and Kenshin’s impeccable form make it impossible. Kenshin starts to delivers knee strikes to Syren’s face. Each strike more vicious than the previous one. Kenshin finally finishes and shoves Syren into a corner. Syren’s face now matches Kenshin’s, covered in blood. Syren, showing his defiance, spits a wad of blood into Kenshin’s face. Kenshin responds by drilling Syren with a forearm smash! He then hooks Syren and drops him with a Cradle Kneeling Belly-to-Belly Piledriver!! The right side of the crowd claps and cheers loudly and in uniformed fashion as Kenshin goes for the pin. Gruff, lying on the mat, looks over and sees the pin attempt…he rolls over and slowly slaps the canvas~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Dang it! I thought Kenshin had it after drilling Syren with Takamura Driver II!

Hood: Hey, a little professionalism would be nice!

Smith: That’s funny coming from you

Hood: Because I’m a funny guy…ha ha ha

Smith: Stop it with the over the top, sarcastic laughter!

~Kenshin yanks Syren to his feet and he drags him to the nearest corner. Kenshin lifts Syren up and places him on the top turnbuckle. Kenshin climbs up there with Syren. The crowd rises in anticipation. Kenshin is going for a superplex…he nails Syren in the ribs a couple of times to try and soften the roided man up. Syren, though, grabs Kenshin by the hair and headbutts the shit out of his face! It leaves a giant bloody mark on Syren’s forehead from Kenshin’s badly damaged nose. Syren then stands up on the top turnbuckle, he lifts Kenshin up in the air and he powerbombs Kenshin from the top rope all the way to the outside!!!! Kenshin hits hard on the surface, a loud “THUMP” is heard as the crowd stands in shock. The left side goes wild. Several women expose their breast while men reach into their pants. The right side shields the eyes of their children while filing formal complaints via their smart phones about Gruff’s officiating~

Smith: Oh no! Someone needs to go check on Kenshin!

Hood: Nope, not gonna happen…OCW could only afford one physician and he’s over here in Harry Potter world…I think because Dean thought Alice Knight might die during her match tonight.

Smith: That obviously didn’t happen…however, Kenshin could be severely injured!

Hood: I doubt it

Smith: Why? Did you see him land safely?

Hood: No, I just know my luck isn’t that great tonight

~Syren hops onto the apron from the top and calmly walks down the steel ring steps to the outside. He picks up the metal bucket he carried to ringside earlier and heads towards Kenshin. Kenshin is slowly moving around…it’s obvious he’s injured pretty badly and has little to no comprehension as to his whereabouts. Syren, standing over Kenshin, dumps the buckets contents over his head. The contents appear to be chopped up fish and various other sea creatures…almost like food for a giant predator. Syren finishes and slams Kenshin in the head with the bucket before tossing it into the left portion of the crowd. Some giant Syren fan pours the rest of her beer in there for an authentic Syren experience. She begins to vomit violently before passing out. Meanwhile, Syren gets on one knee and he punches down into the surface shielding them from the tank…his fist goes right through, making a hole several times the size of his fist. Syren removes his hand and looks at his fist…his knuckles are cracked and bleeding from the punch…Syren could care less. He reaches over and grabs Kenshin by his hair, which is soiled with fish guts. He dunks Kenshin’s head into the water of the whale tank through the hole. The left side of the crowd goes crazy while the right side boos and yells at Gruff. Gruff is seated in the ring, still regaining himself after being smothered by Syren’s hand~

Smith: What on Earth??

Hood: Dude! Look! He’s going to feed Kenshin’s head to that fucking whale!

Smith: At least the whale is nowhere to be found…but, seriously, this is low, even for Syren

Hood: If by low you mean totally fucking awesome then, yea, we agree

~A grayish cloud surrounds Kenshin’s head as the fish entrails begin to filter into the water. We have a clear view of Kenshin’s submerged head…all seems calm until, out of the corner of our eye…the giant killer whale appears from wherever he was chilling. The odorous intrusion has caught his senses and he looks ready to investigate. The left side of the crowd looks on with baited breath, almost as if they were seated watching their all time favorite sophisticated comedy, Jackass. The right side looks on in horror…children begin to cry as women shriek in terror~

Smith: Somebody do something! Get him out of there! That whale will kill him!

Hood: Holy fucking shit…this…this…I don’t think we’ve ever seen this before at an OCW event!

Smith: I’m totally HIV levels of positive that we’ve never seen a guy try and feed another man’s head to a killer whale during one of our broadcasts.

Hood: Gotta fucking love America, man

~The giant killer whale swims up to Kenshin’s head…it’s lips press up against Kenshin’s forehead as it investigates. People in the audience are freaking out and screaming. You even get the sense that some of the average intelligence people on the left side are feeling a strong “this is fucked up” vibe. The whale’s tongue comes out as it touches Kenshin’s head. This action, suddenly, alerts Kenshin as we see him open his eyes underneath the water and he is met with the eyes of a giant killer whale. Kenshin reacts by thrusting his elbow back…it nails Syren in the throat!! Syren releases Kenshin and falls backwards on his ass. Kenshin jerks his head out of the water…most everyone in the crowd feels a sense of relief at this point. Kenshin looks incensed…he gets on top of Syren and starts to choke the OCW legend with his hands grasped around the throat. Blood starts to ooze from Syren’s mouth and flow down his cheeks as Kenshin looks ready to black out the life which exists within Syren’s body~

Smith: Don’t do it, Kenshin! You’re better than this

Hood: Chill, man, Scott Syren can’t be killed…he’s like Jason Voorhees, only less killable

Smith: Whatever…at least we didn’t witness another reason for a sad killer whale documentary to be filmed. It would be tragic if that innocent mammal developed a taste for humans.

Hood: That wouldn’t happen, man

Smith: What are you talking about? It happens all the time when an animal eats a Homosapien

Hood: First off, it’s human, you fucking weirdo. Second, Japanese aren’t real people

Smith: Whatevs!

~We can see the light leaving Syren’s eyes as they begin to roll into the back of his head. Kenshin, a man possessed, continues to choke Syren, long after he’s gone limp and unconscious. Suddenly, Kenshin snaps out of it and he quickly rises to his feet. Kenshin looks down at Syren. Syren’s face is covered in blood…there is a puddle under his head as a result of the choke job. Kenshin then touches his face with his hand and looks at it…he sees a large amount of fresh blood belonging to him. He can then feel the sting of cuts and welts on his back. Kenshin lets out a sigh as he evaluates the situation~

Smith: It appears as though Kenshin has just realized how far things have gone in tonight’s contest. Is this really what it’s all about? Is this the kind of legacy Kenshin wants to pass on?

Hood: What the fuck, man…drop the philosophical bull shit…it’s about winning and, right now, Kenshin…as much as I hate to say it, is in pretty good shape.

Smith: Still, this goes deeper for Kenshin…Kenshin is a man of honor and, right now, what he’s seeing is a less than honorable scene.

Hood: Man, shit happens when you party naked

~Kenshin decides to make the best of a less than desirable situation. Regardless of how they got here, he is still focused on the honor that resides in keeping the title out of Syren’s hands. Kenshin yanks Syren to his feet and over his shoulder. He carries the large OCW legend to the ring and rolls him in under the bottom rope. Syren’s body winds up on its back, near the middle of the ring. Gruff is back on his feet, looking like a normal hobo again. Kenshin climbs to the top rope, looks down at Syren and jumps off, drilling Syren with a frog splash!! Kenshin hooks the leg of Syren as Gruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!!

Smith: You’re right, he IS Jason Voorhees!

Hood: No, man…fucking listen…less killable than Jason Voorhees…so, like Jason Voorhees but with unlimited lives and a really cool band of misfits.

Smith: Be that as it may…he’s still in a ton of trouble. While Kenshin’s High Fly Flow may not have done the job, he’s still got plenty of devastating moves up his sleeve to try and finish the job.

Hood: Yea and I’m sure he’s going to fucking use them. He seems like the kind of guy who likes to use his finishers on opponents.

Smith: Doesn’t ever wrestler that wants to win?

Hood: Why can’t we ever sign a guy who only wins via small packages or roll ups?

Smith: Could call him Lucky Louie, Fluky Frank or Surprising Sebastian

Hood: You fucking ruined it…I guess that explains why we’ve never seen one

~Kenshin quickly reaches his feet…Syren is moving, but slowly…it is at least progress, seeing that the man is alive. Kenshin yanks Syren to his feet and looks ready to finish things off. He hooks Syren’s legs and is going for the Small Package Driver…he tries to lift Syren up…Syren, though, counters it and lifts Kenshin up on his shoulders and drops him to the mat with a Death Valley Driver!!! Kenshin hits hard and quickly clutches his head and neck! Syren, on the other hand, lies on the mat quite motionless, despite the surprising counter~

Smith: Kenshin was going for Takamura Driver IV…that’s the move he used to win the Internet Championship!

Hood: Scott Syren is no Noah Mackenzie…going to take like an Atomic Bomb to the face or a chainsaw to the ass.

Smith: I hope to see neither.

Hood: Yea, there’s a joke in there about Kenshin using a bomb on Syren…but I’m too lazy to figure it out.

Smith: Fans at home, when Hood says lazy, what he really means is politically correct!

~Syren quickly sits up and gets to his feet…Kenshin is still on the mat. Syren yanks Kenshin to his feet and he gouges Kenshin in the eye…he follows that up with a kick to Kenshin’s knee cap and he rounds this assault off with an elbow to the head!! Kenshin falls to the mat and Syren goes for the pin, Gruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Dead Man’s Dance! Kenshin survived the Dead Man’s Dance!

Hood: The eye gouge looked a bit off…I think he caught more cornea than retina.

Smith: Are you serious?

Hood: Yes, I’m really big into the optical structure

Smith: Ha, well I always figured you had to have a decent hobby, good for you

Hood: Fucking idiot

~Syren gets to his feet and he quickly yanks Kenshin back to his. Syren goes for a big boot to Kenshin’s face, Kenshin ducks and he then throws a punch as Syren…Syren catches Kenshin’s arm and he drags Kenshin to the mat…Syren then quickly grabs Kenshin’s other arm, jams one knee into Kenshin’s neck and the other into Kenshin’s back!! Syren yanks back as hard as he can to try and rip Kenshin’s arms out of socket!! Kenshin remains silent, but his face tells the story…he is in an considerable amount of pain. The left side of the crowd begins to high five and yell “Forest of the Gobs!” while the right side sits quietly, with looks of despair~

Smith: Ignore the Syren fans, folks…that move is called Forge of the gods, not Forest of the Gobs.

Hood: It SHOULD be called Forest of the Gobs

Smith: In any event, Kenshin Takamura is in a bad way here…that is Syren’s finishing hold and, well, I don’t see how Kenshin could possibly get out of it.

Hood: Turn out the lights, this party is fucking over!

~Syren continues to pull back as hard as he can...Kenshin has zero hope of breaking this hold. Technically, he could maybe bite the bottom rope with his teeth to force a break, but his teeth are normal and in no way resemble the dental structure of a horse, so it’s highly unlikely they will render themselves as an asset in this troubling situation. Meanwhile, Syren seems intent on dismembering Kenshin. Gruff gets to one knee, he can see Kenshin’s body about to break and asks the proud warrior to give it up. Kenshin refuses…it’s quite clear that he’s gone some place mentally…a place where all pain is blocked out…that’s the only explanation as to why he hasn’t thrown in the figurative towel at this juncture~

Smith: C’mon, Kenshin…I want you to win, but give it up…

Hood: Nah, let him be all stubborn and have Syren rip his arms off. Then he can learn some cool karate kicks and become our first ever armless wrestler. Could you imagine him trying a drop kick? That would be some funny shit!

Smith: That is sick, man…and in Harry Potter land of all places.

~Syren yanks back some more, Kenshin’s left shoulder suddenly dislocates with a loud ‘pop!’ Fans in the seats cringe. However, the unexpected jolt causes Syren to lose his balance, Kenshin rolls over with his right arm being freed…he gets on his back and reaches up and jabs Syren in the throat! Syren coughs up some blood as he becomes stunned…Kenshin then hooks Syren for a small package before standing up with Syren in his arms. His left arm is dislocated, however, with the strength of his right arm and positioning his body just right, he’s able to keep Syren in place. He jumps in the air and drops Syren with the Takamura Driver IV!!!! The right side of the crowd explodes with cheers as the left side yells, screams and some leave. Syren’s body goes limp as Kenshin falls to his knees. His left arm is totally useless, lying at his side~

Smith: Takamura Driver IV!! That’s the finisher that won him the Internet title!! I can’t believe it!

Hood: FUCK THIS! How did he pick him up with only one arm?

Smith: Adrenaline, Hood…that’s about the only way you could explain it.

Hood: That arm is spaghetti limp now…I hope it’s broken forever!

Smith: Bones don’t break forever, idiot…besides, I think it’s merely dislocated.

Hood: Well, then I hope they never find it.

Smith: Dislocated not mislocated or…well, nevermind!

~Kenshin grabs his left arm and feels the shoulder, it’s completely out of socket and just looks weird. Kenshin knows his body is in bad shape…but he also realizes he’s three quick seconds away from sweet victory. With Syren’s carcass lying over his right shoulder, he tosses his body in that direction and quickly gets on top of Syren. Gruff slides into view and makes the count~

1!

2!

3…..SHOULDER UP!!

Smith: No! No! Not three….Syren’s shoulder got up!

Hood: I fucking told you, he IS Super Shredder Jason Voorhees! Holy fucking shit, man!

Smith: I can’t believe this match! Both men have given each other everything they’ve got…Forge of the gods…Takamura Driver IV…yet, both men refuse to let this one go.

Hood: All for the title Liljungleman once wore.

Smith: I think we can safely say the Internet Title has significantly increased in prestige via this match alone.

Hood: Ugh, yea, okay, I can agree with that.

~Kenshin gets to his feet and backs into a corner…he places his arm on the top rope and then jerks it…it suddenly pops back into place as people in the crowd groan with disgust. Kenshin rotates it, wincing…but, overall, it seems fine. Syren, meanwhile is slowly returning to his feet...he gets to his feet and sees Kenshin working his shoulder. Syren rushes at Kenshin to clothesline him, but Kenshin ducks and lifts Syren over the top rope and to the outside! Syren lands on his feet, surprisingly…he then begins digging under the ring. The educated Kenshin fans yell and point..Kenshin quickly climbs to the top rope and he leaps off with a drop kick from the top, nailing Syren in the back of the head!! Syren does a front roll forward, holding the back of his head in pain. Kenshin then searches under the ring and pulls out a harpoon. Kenshin looks at it and holds it up…there is this image of Kenshin standing over the whale tank, near the hole Syren created with the killer whale swimming peacefully under him, the crowd begins to freak out~

Hood: He’s going to harpoon the whale!

Smith: No he’s not…that’s such a stereotype

Hood: No man, I have cable…I know what Takamura’s do with harpoons when whales are around.

Smith: Stop it!

~We zoom in on the harpoon it reads “Property of L’Ardanth”…Kenshin casts it aside, off the stage and near the crowd. Some SeaWorld whale trainer rushes over, retrieving it rather quickly. Kenshin goes back after Syren, he kicks Syren in the face as Syren is on all fours…Syren staggers back against the ring steps. Kenshin grabs Syren by the back of the head and slams him face first into the steps…Syren goes reeling. Kenshin rolls Syren back into the ring as the Kenshin portion of the crowd gets excited~

Smith: I have never seen anyone take it to Syren like this…Kenshin is dominating at this point.

Hood: What the hell is going on? Fuck this SeaWorld place

Smith: Hey, you seemed excited about it earlier

Hood: Yea but that was before Danny B and Amber Ryan won the tag titles…and DEFINITELY before this shit.

~Kenshin gets back into the ring as Syren slowly returns to his feet. Kenshin nails Syren with lefts and rights, Syren can’t do anything. Syren falls back into the corner. Kenshin motions to the crowd, taking his eye of Syren for a split second…Syren reaches out and he grabs Kenshin’s left shoulder…Syren pulls back on it as hard as he can and dislocates it again!! Kenshin bends over in pain…Syren then lifts Kenshin up and he powerbombs Kenshin to the mat!! Syren goes to pin Kenshin and he holds Kenshin’s good shoulder down with both hands. Scruff comes in to count as Kenshin tries to get his left shoulder up…but it’s completely immobile~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings as the Syren crowd goes apeshit…the Kenshin crowd looks on with concern at their injured hero~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….AND THE NEW OCW INTERNET CHAMPION….SCOTT SYREN!!!!!

Hood: Syren for the WIN!

Smith: I’d like to see a rematch…especially with Kenshin’s shoulders both functioning

Hood: Yea and some people would like to see a remake of The Dark Knight…but why fuck with a classic?

~Syren reaches down and helps Kenshin to his feet. He slaps him on the back and says something inaudible.~

Hood: If I can read lips as well as I think I can, Syren just added insult to awesome by calling Kenshin a "white dyke."

Smith: He said "nice fight" you idiot.

Hood: Agree to disagree.

Smith: No. No agreeing to anything. He definitely said "nice fight." The one time in his life your hero says something halfway human and you want to bastardize it and make it all... all...

Hood: All Syren-like?

Smith: Well... yes.

~Syren looks at the Internet Title belt in his hands. He holds it up against the One True OCW World Title around his waist... the Internet belt looks puny and ridiculous in comparison. Syren slams it down onto the ground disdainfully.~

Smith: Our new internet champion already showing tons of class representing a belt that many talented men have fought and bled for in the course of pursuing and defending it...

~Syren takes out a small vial of some unidentified liquid. He pours it on the Internet Title, soaking the face of the belt. Clubbin' Man has made his way through the crowd and suddenly appears at Syren's side. He hands Syren a cigarette. Syren puts it in his mouth; Clubbin' Man lights it for him.~

Smith: Okay, apparently our new Internet Champion poured some sort of cleaning solution on his new belt, and is now settled in for a smoke break, so let's turn our attention to--

Hood: Don't turn your attention anywhere! Look!

~After a few deep drags, Syren flicks the lit butt onto the Internet Title. The belt bursts into flames thanks to the highly-flammable liquid on its surface. Within mere seconds, it is reduced to a warped, half-melted heap of ruined leather and charred metal. The flames recede somewhat, but the belt continues to burn.~

Smith: Fans, I'd like to say this is an outrage, but we've come to expect these sorts of disappointments from Scott Syren over the years. There are some great memories behind that title, and if his intention was to retire that belt and petition Dean to unify it with his so-called World Title... well he's certainly gone about it in a classless and offensive way.

Hood: Speak for yourself. I pretty much love anything with fire. And Anything with Scott Syren.

~Syren and Clubbin' Man dance around the flaming belt like spooky witches doing some sort of summoning. For a moment, it seems like the ghost of LilJungleMan flashes across the screen, but it might have been nothing. Scoot Time is now seen crawling towards the burning belt. He is outfitted with dogsled harness, which is attached to a wagon piled high with whale feces. He looks at the smoldering belt suspiciously. Syren points at it and shouts something demanding. Scoot Time winces and reaches out for the belt. He grabs the burning wreckage with his bare hands and screams like a teenage girl getting double penetrated by Zac Efron and Cody Simpson in the front row of a One Direction concert. He plunges the belt--and his burned-up hand--into the heaping pile of whale shit and sighs with relief. His task accomplished, he looks to his master for approval. Unfortunately for Scoot, Syren and Clubbin' Man have already lost interest in events. They are walking away, discussing football and pussy. Scoot Time buries his head in the smoking pile of whale shit and starts to cry for no real reason.~

Smith: As awful as that all was... I have to admit I appreciate the way that Scott Syren can make a clear statement without ever picking up a microphone.

Hood: He can do anything. He's OCW World Champion.

Smith: Well... not really. But he has proven himself to be a top-tier roster member once again.

Hood: Hey. He just won a title match on pay-per-view, and he has a title belt around his waist. So unless you want to get together with Scoot and dig up the burned-up remains of the Internet Belt, you better get used to the sounds of OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... SCOTT SYYYYYYYYREN!

Smith: I won't go quite that far... but after tonight, it's definitely getting harder and harder to question the legitimacy of his title claim.

~The crowd picks up again as Kenshin slides into the ring and stomps the flames out on the charred Internet Title. He picks it up and simply shakes his head in disappointment~

Hood: Hey! What’s he doing in there?

Smith: Kenshin is respectful, Hood…he lost, fair and square…he let Syren have his moment…but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. That title…a title he actually took pride in, was just desecrated before his very eyes.

~The entire crowd, looking on at the proud warrior as he holds what remains of the Internet title in one hand…his other hangs limply at his side…his shoulder is still out of socket. The crowd begins to clap and cheer for Kenshin~

Smith: This crowd is showing the respect he deserves…he almost did what so many people have never come close to doing…he almost pinned Scott Syren

Hood: Yea, I guess I’ll give him credit…he did pretty fucking good

~Kenshin holds the charred title up in the air one last time, appreciating the fact the fans accepted him as their Internet Champion now and universally accept him moving forward~

Smith: It may seem like a somber moment…but you know bigger and better things are coming for Kenshin Takamura.

Hood: I hate to say it, because you know, he tried to harpoon a whale tonight…but the guy will probably be World Champion one day.

Smith: I wouldn’t bet against it.

~We cut backstage and see “The Incredible” Ian Bishop smacking a vending machine with his injured hand trying to get a bag of chips out when he hears Leo the High School Intern come by. Ian begins to hold his hand and cry out in pain as Leo runs over with an ice pack as the crowd begins to boo~

Leo: Ian! Are you okay? Let me get those chips for you!

Ian Bishop: Thank you Leo, at least someone understands my handicapped situation right now.

Leo: There was breaking news bulletin mid-week that your hand was severely injured during the brawl at the end of Massacre, something about being cut open by that giant Silver dudes hair!

Ian Bishop: I don’t remember much Leo, it all happened so fast and most of it was a blur…

Leo: Can you confirm or deny Ian that doctors have said you cannot compete tonight? I mean your hand compared to your other hand looks so inflamed and oddly shaped!

Ian Bishop: I won’t deny it Leo, yes, the doctors do not want me to compete tonight. My hand is in INCREDIBLE amounts of pain right now… but fuck the doctors. This is one of the biggest matches of my career tonight and I’m not going to let my hand come in the way of retaining the championship that I rightfully won a month ago.

Leo: Ian you’re crazy. You could easily get your hand even more injured and what if you can’t compete ever again? I mean… just LOOK at your hand. It looks you either haven’t changed the bandages since you had them or it is still bleeding!

Ian Bishop: Calm down Leo! Yes, my hand is in SEVERE AGONY and maybe you’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t compete. But I’m not a pussy. If anything I’ll beat Brianna senseless with this hand until it’s dead and can’t move. Fuck the doctors, I’m having this match even if I only got one hand… now, my chips?

~Leo quickly puts in some money and gets Ian a bag of chips. He hands them to him as Ian nods~

Ian Bishop: Thanks Leo… now run along and tell your President that his second main event is still a go...

~Ian rips open the bag with his teeth and shoves a handful of chips in his mouth as he walks away with Leo still looking very concerned about the situation. We head back to ringside~

Hood: What a true champion we have…a champion everyone should be proud of…despite a crippling injury, he is going to compete tonight

Smith: Well, I do feel for his hand…but crippling is a bit of a reach

Hood: He could barely open that bag of chips…the guy may as well be a vegetable…if he can last 5 minutes with Brianna, he deserved the medal of honor

Smith: So many things wrong with what you just said…but I don’t have the time to address them

~”Vodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix suddenly begins to play as Dean makes his way down to the ring area in the middle of Harry Potter land. The fans go crazy when they see the OCW owner head down to ringside. Dean steps inside the ring and receives a mic from Belvedere…the fans quiet down as Dean begins to speak~

Dean: What a night of action so far, huh?

~The crowd goes wild, appreciating the in ring product OCW has put forth so far~

Dean: I’d love nothing more than to get you suckas back to what makes OCW great…the wrestlers performing in the ring and working their way up the ladder to success. Unfortunately…business is at the forefront of my mind at the moment. And…seeing as how this all affects each and every one of you…I decided to make this announcement right here, right now.

~The crowd quiets down…a nervous angst filters out through them, concerned that OCW’s death blow may have been served~

Dean: Now, as you’re all aware…we came into this evening with no deal heading into April. Sure, Gavin Reed’s investors have another offer on the table but, like, fuck that guy, ya know?

~The fans begin to boo as Gavin Reed suddenly makes his way down to ringside~

Gavin Reed: Dean, listen…before you go and do something stupid…

~Gavin is suddenly cut off when the jumbo screen above the ring comes on and the sound of music and a beach can be heard. Dean points up at the screen for Gavin. We see Jimmy Buffet on his island with a drink in his hand~

Jimmy Buffet: Hey everyone…I hope you’re all enjoying a nice day at Universal Studios…and make sure to check out Margaritaville as you exit…great food, great merchandise and great fun! Now…onto this Kevin guy

Gavin Reed: It’s actually Gavin…

Jimmy Buffet: Kevin, I’ve known Dean ever since his college days…trust me, that’s a long time. Never before have I ever seen the man so down…whatever you are doing, in regards to financing OCW…it isn’t working. I don’t know how they do business where you come from, Kevin…but where I come from, we like to actually provide an entertaining product for our customers which, in turn, benefit us financially.

Gavin Reed: Yea, well I had this idea that...

Jimmy Buffet: So, Kevin….as of half an hour ago, Dean and myself officially agreed on financing terms for the month of April AND May…that’s right, OCW…you guys are coming out west to party with Buffet and crew!

~The crowd goes wild as Gavin is irate. Buffet takes a sip of his drink and waves ‘bye’ to everyone as the feed comes to an end~

Gavin Reed: Fuck you, Dean! You’re going to regret this…I don’t know if you’re aware…but OCW still has ONE show left to run in the South…my financers territory...and, our first order of business…OCW owner Dean will be banned from attending the show.

Dean: Technically, I don’t think you can do that

Gavin Reed: Technically I can do whatever I want or technically you guys won’t have a show next week. Enjoy watching it from the cheap seats, bitch.

~Gavin drops his mic and walks off, still furious as Dean is left standing in the ring, wondering if now was the best time to spring the Jimmy Buffet news~

Smith: Yes! A new financier and one that is going to give Dean FULL control!

Hood: Does this mean free margaritas?

Smith: Probably so

Hood: And unlimited chips at one of his casinos?

Smith: Maybe

Hood: I am so fucking for this!

Smith: Alright, folks…well apparently we have an update on Carey and TLS…let’s head to Dr Seuss land to see what’s going on!

Hood: Cat in the hat creeps me the fuck out

~We cut over to Dr Seuss land as Carey is standing in the center of it…fans line the streets, hoping to witness a street fight. She has her hands on her hips, waiting for TLS. He is nowhere to be found~

Hood: What the fuck, I thought we were about to have a match?

Smith: So did I…apparently he’s still, lost.

Hood: Damnit

~Carey heads into a couple of shops and searches for TLS, wondering if he’s hiding somewhere. Leo steps into our view~

Leo: Sorry guys, we had good reason to think he was over here…after all, young children at universal studios never lie. Apparently, he’s nowhere to be found…we’ll continue to search out The Lost Soul and as soon as we find him, we will bring you the match!

~We cut back to Hood and Smith in Harry Potter World~

Smith: I hope they find him soon…we don’t have all night.

Hood: They aren’t going to find him…he skipped out on us, man…isn’t it obvious? That or he’s riding the Haunted Mansion over at Disney World.

Smith: Hood!

Hood: WHAT? Stop yelling!

Smith: Sorry, I’m just so excited for our next match!

Hood: Oh yea? Is Richard making a surprise in ring appearance tonight?

Smith: No…it’s time for our long awaited OCW Central Championship Rematch!

Hood: Oh, shit…that’s right, the first ever defense of the Paper Title

Smith: Or the Central Title…if you want to look at things from a logical perspective.

Hood: Fuck that, we’ve got whales and ex wrestlers dressed as Shamu…logistics went out the window from the word “Go”

Smith: This is one of those rare matches, Hood, where the champion has more to lose than the challenger. Ian NEEDS this match…Brianna has one upped him every step of the way and, tonight, if she is able to regain the title she GAVE him…it’s all over. She’s slamming the door in his face for any and all future rematches.

Hood: Sounds rough

Smith: Let’s go down to ringside!

Black Out 2 Co-Main Event: OCW Central Championship Match
”Incredible” Ian Bishop © (3-2) vs. Brianna Casablancas (4-1)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our first Co-Main Event of the Evening!!!

~The crowd begins to buzz with excitement, knowing what is about to take place. The beginning piano chords of “Good Old Fashioned Nightmare” by Matt and Kim blasts the ring area as there are some loud cheers …and a small section of boos from hardcore wrestling fans …throughout the area. Brianna Casablancas appears with the wide smile on her face and a whole lot of enthusiasm as she enters the ringside area. She is wearing her robe as she waves at all of the people standing around. As she makes her way down to the ring, she takes her time making small talk with the fans, giving advice, shaking hands, and even signing autographs. She climbs up the steel steps and, on the apron, undoes her robe to reveal her dark blue tow piece wrestling gear with matching elbow, knee pads and boots. She takes off the robe and leaves it on the apron. She climbs inbetween the ropes and immediately goes to the turnbuckle to play up to her fans again. She hops off into the middle of the ring and awaits for her match to begin with her wide eyes and joyful smile~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Your Happy Place…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 126lbs…Brianna Casablancas!!!

~Brianna’s theme comes to a close. “Acid Rain” by Liquid Tension Experiment begins to play as the OCW Central Champion, Ian Bishop, makes his way down to the ringside area. He’s got the Central Title strapped around his waist and the Paper Title draped over his shoulder. Ian reaches the ring and slowly climbs the steps, staring across the ring at Brianna. Brianna just smiles at him, eager to get this match underway. Ian enters into the ring and hands Scruff both his titles…he uses only his right hand to remove them as his left hand is heavily taped from the injury he suffered at Massacre~

Belvedere: And her opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235 lbs….he is the self proclaimed OCW Paper Champion AND the OCW Central Champion….”Incredible” Ian Bishop!!!

~Belvedere takes the two titles from Scruff and exits the ring…the bell sounds over the loud speakers as the crowd grows restless, ready for this match to begin~

Smith: Here we go, Hood…I know the Southern Title is headlining tonight’s festivities…but, in my opinion, this is the biggest match of the evening.

Hood: Feud of the Month in February, Smith…Ian has been mocked and ridiculed since Resurrection with his paper champion moniker. But, you gotta fuckin admire the guy, he’s embraced the scorn!

Smith: Indeed he has, for whatever that is worth

~Brianna and Ian step up towards the middle of the ring with Scruff in the middle. Scruff steps back, waiting for them to begin their long awaited rematch. Ian begins to talk trash to Brianna…several ‘fucks’ and ‘cunts’ can be made out from his lips. Brianna sits there, nodding her head and smiling a bit…keeping her cool. Ian takes his right hand and smacks the shit out of Brianna’s face! Brianna’s face jerks violently to the right with her hair smothering her features. Ian smiles and laughs with the crowd booing him profusely. Brianna responds quickly with a vicious forearm smash to Ian’s face! Ian is caught off guard…Brianna nails him again and again as the fans boos turn to cheers!! Ian is leaning up against the ropes, Brianna whips him off the ropes, Ian reverses…Brianna hits the ropes, bounces off and Ian goes for a boot the face…Brianna catches his leg! She then takes Ian down with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip!! Ian clutches his knee with pain as his body is whipped down violently~

Smith: Ian Bishop came in ready to fight…but, he forgot one very important thing…so did Brianna.

Hood: That statement made absolutely no sense

Smith: Sorry, I think it’s all the Butter Beer

Hood: You know there’s no alcohol in this shit, right?

Smith: Dangit

~Brianna goes right after Ian’s knee…she grabs his leg and kicks him in the back of the knee several times. She then drops a couple of elbows across the knee before dragging Ian into the center of the ring. Holding his tender leg, she yanks it far back over his head until it can’t reach any further and snaps it! Ian grabs his knee in pain, squirming about on the mat…Brianna takes her foot and then stomps right on Ian’s head…he squirms less as the kick did some serious damage to his mental faculties. Brianna then grabs his tender leg again, flips Ian over and hooks a Single Leg Boston Crab!! Ian’s arm flail around as a severe amount of pressure is being applied to the increasingly tender area…Scruff asks Ian if he wants to give it up…Ian responds by shooting Scruff the bird. This doesn’t offend Scruff…not much does, actually~

Smith: Brianna Casablancas using that brain power we’ve all grown accustomed to and injuring another limb of Ian Bishop

Hood: For real, he’s already got a crippled hand…isn’t that enough??

Smith: What is wrong with his hand, by the way? Did the doctors ever specify?

Hood: Yea man, I think it’s “Hurt Really Bad”

Smith: I’m sorry, but that isn’t a legit injury

Hood: Dude, I’ve hurt my hand really bad before and, trust me, it’s fucking legit

~Ian refuses to give in…Brianna gives up on the single leg Boston Crab and flips Ian back over where she drops a few more elbows across his tender knee!! Ian tries to kick her away, but it has little effect. Brianna drags Ian near the ropes, holding onto his injured leg. She starts to climb the ropes, right in the middle…holding onto his leg…she then jumps over the top rope, holding onto his leg and to the outside…Ian’s knee gets hung on top of the top rope with all the force of Brianna’s body tweaking it in an unnatural position…she lets go and Ian’s leg snaps back with his body remaining on the mat!! Ian holds his knee, wincing in pain as Scruff comes over to take a look at the knee. Brianna, meanwhile, is being cheered by the fans…she looks over and high fives a few of the younger spectators~

Smith: There has to be an ACL tear or something in that knee…I just don’t see how it’s functional after THAT.

Hood: What is this bitch’s fucking problem? She wants the title…she doesn’t want the title…now she wants it again and wants to maim the guy while trying to win it?

Smith: Look, she’s respecting the injured left hand of Ian, what more do you want? To me, that shows a lot of class…someone like, say, Syren would probably have bit the hand right off the bat.

Hood: Syren wouldn’t have bitten the hand…who do you think he is, some kind of animal? That’s a job for Scoot or Liljungleman

Smith: Indeed

~Brianna slides back into the ring as Ian is testing out his knee…he looks up at Scruff and says “I think I’m done”…Scruff heads over and talks to Brianna as she re-enters into the ring. Brianna has an angry look on her face…the fans begin to boo as Ian gets to a seated position holding his knee with his right hand while his heavily taped left hand is resting on the mat~

Smith: Is he saying he’s done? Is this match over?

Hood: What a cock tease!

Smith: Ian would show Brianna no such grace if the roles were reversed, I hope the match continues!

Hood: You fucking sadist…Ian is half the man he used to be right now

~Brianna shakes her head ‘no’, obviously not happy with a potential forfeiture. Scruff goes over and talks to a physician with a universal studios hat on, obviously a park physician being rented for the evening by OCW. As he consults, Brianna walks over to Ian, angry…she looks at him like she knows it isn’t that bad. Ian yells at her, angry with her demeaner…gingerly, he gets to his feet, hopping on his good leg. The two engage in a heavy debate while Scruff continues to chat with the physician, his back turned to the competitors. Ian, suddenly, drills Brianna in the head with his taped left hand!!! Brianna falls to the mat unconscious as the fans boo heavily!! Ian puts weight on his injured leg, it’s obviously good enough to go…he looks into the camera and smiles, pointing to his head “Who’s the smart one now?”~

Smith: That hand isn’t injured, it was all a ruse…a clever trick to gain the advantage in this match!

Hood: I fucking LOVE it…that a boy, Ian…now you get it…win at all costs!

Smith: Brianna is out, Hood…this match is over, I can’t freakin believe this…I need some more Butter Beer!

Hood: More like Butter TEARS ha ha ha ha

Smith: Gee-zus, that was bad

Hood: Sorry, been watching too much Monday Night Rainbow

~Ian walks over and taps Scruff on the shoulder, he displays limited but usable function within his knee. Scruff ushers the physician away as Ian rushes over and pins Brianna. Scruff, at first looks quizzical at the situation, not really sure how things changed so drastically with his back turned. But, Scruff being Scruff decides to count the pinfall anyways…the fans are booing and throwing trash in the ring~

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SHOULDER UP!!

Smith: Yes! Yes! Brianna isn’t going down without a fight tonight!

Hood: The fuck is in that bandage, a banana? Rubber dildo? Shit, son, if you’re going to cheat, do it RIGHT!

Smith: Listen to these fans, talk about a change in attitude!

Hood: I bet the guy who threw his twenty dollar signature cup in the ring is really regretting that impulse decision now.

~Ian slams the mat with both hands…Scruff looks at his left hand with a puzzled look, wondering how he can hit the mat with so much force due to the severity of his supposed injury. Ian sees Scruff’s reaction and then begins to sell the left hand. The fans boo as Scruff asks if Ian is okay…Ian nods “I’ll live”. Meanwhile, Brianna has managed to sit up…unfortunately, her faculties haven’t all returned. Ian gets back on her…he yanks her to her feet and whips her into the ropes, Brianna bounces off…Ian goes to punch her in the face with his left hand, Brianna ducks, and hooks Ian from behind…she has him hooked around the waist...Ian tries to break free, Brianna moves her arms up into a Full Nelson, Ian continues to try and figure a way to regain control of the situation, Brianna releases the Full Nelson, leaps in the air, grabs hold of the back of Ian’s head and drops him face first into the mat with a Bulldog!! Ian’s face hits hard as the fans cheer wildly. Brianna grabs the signature cup in the ring, walks over and tosses it back to the fan who threw it inside…he is ecstatic to have received his overpriced piece of cheap theme park merchandise back…the fans clap for Brianna~

Hood: That is so fucking gay

Smith: What are you talking about? Brianna is a wrestler of the people…a wrestler for the people…that man made a rash decision and she’s simply bailing him out.

Hood: Whatever, that’s a stupid cup anyway…I hope he winds up drinking water out of it from a fountain where a guy with AIDS cut his lip and in turn, gets AIDS

Smith: A bit extreme, man

~Brianna hops onto the apron as Ian is back on his feet, Brianna leaps up onto the top rope and jumps off, looking to hook a Huricanarana on Ian…Ian blocks it, though and is able to yank Brianna back into the air! He carries her into the nearest corner and sets her onto the top turnbuckle. Ian climbs up there with Brianna…Ian is standing on the second rope…Brianna nails Ian with a straight right hand…Ian reaches back with his ‘injured’ left hand but Brianna blocks it!! Brianna grabs Ian’s head and flips over the top of him, yanking him off the second rope and dropping him onto the mat with a top rope flipping reverse neck breaker!! The fans go crazy for Brianna~

Smith: The Dreaded Top Rope Flipping Reverse Neck Breaker!

Hood: Holy shit, did we just fucking make that up?

Smith: Well, technically Brianna did…but yes…or, well, as far as I know

Hood: True, I’m sure some random luchador wrestling in Del Taco’s on the west coast has accidentally done it before.

~Ian is clutching the back of his head and neck in pain. Brianna pops to her feet and runs into the ropes, she bounces off and drops a quick leg across Ian’s throat and chest…Brianna goes for the quick pin as Scruff slides in for the count~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Nope, not yet… “The Incredible” Ian Bishop isn’t going to give up the fight of his life this easily.

Hood: I think we need to see more of that left hand in action

Smith: No! That reminds me, I need to notify Scruff

Hood: You will do no such thing you Benedict Arnold!

Smith: Hey, you remember a historical figures name…I’m proud.

Hood: Fucking Judas…I never forget a backstabbing bitch

~Brianna, never one to show visible frustration, gets back to her feet and scales the nearest corner. She gets to the second rope and stands upright, waiting for Ian to get to his feet. Ian does and Brianna leaps off, Ian catches her though and slams her to the mat with a quick snap body slam!!! Instead of pinning her, Ian rolls over and leans up against the bottom turnbuckle in the nearest corner, catching his breath~

Hood: Smart fucking decision, Mr. Incredible…you aren’t beating anybody with a body slam.

Smith: What about the element of surprise?

Hood: Dude, he already fucking tried that with his injured hand…it’s pretty obvious he needs to bury this bitch.

Smith: Agreed

~Ian reaches up, grabbing the top rope with his hands and, in one motion, pulls himself to his feet. He walks over to Brianna who is on all fours…Ian reaches down to grab Brianna by her hair…she punches him in his weak knee…Ian staggers back, into the ropes. Brianna hops to her feet and runs at Ian, going to clothesline him over the top rope…Ian ducks his head and lifts Brianna over the top rope…Brianna’s body goes completely vertical in the air…perfectly perpendicular to the ring before tilting over and sending her body crashing against the cobble walk way outside of the ring!! She lands with a sickening thud as the fans near ringside go silent. Ian rushes over to the nearest corner, he climbs and looks down at Brianna…he yells at her as she lies motionless on the outside “That’s right bitch, I’m fucking Incredible! That’s what you get for fucking with me!”~

Smith: This is bad, Hood…there is literally NO padding out there

Hood: The end of Brianna is near, Smith…we can all rejoice.

Smith: I will do no such thing…get that physician back out here!

~The same physician from earlier rushes out to check on Brianna..he lifts the back of her head up off the pavement, her eyes are shut as she’s clearly unconscious. Meanwhile, in the ring, Ian has hopped off the top rope and is standing in the middle…Scruff is outside with the physician. Ian begins to unwrap his left hand…the fans are booing him loudly. When he’s finished, we see a metal rod that was taped to his to the top of his hand…he casually tosses it over his shoulder, it lands on the mat and he heads outside. Ian shoves the physician out of the way and grabs Brianna. He lifts her over his shoulder, carries her to the ring and hurls her in under the bottom rope. Scruff yells at Ian to let the physician look at her…Ian shakes his head ‘no’ and says “Not until I’m done”. The fans boo Ian, who replies by giving them a middle fingered salute~

Smith: Show some class! Brianna stood back while Ian tended to his injured leg…this is a FAR worse situation and he’s acting like a total jackass.

Hood: Brianna started this the moment she made him the paper champion. If you create a fucking monster, don’t try and act like a victim when that monster comes back and rips your fucking head off.

Smith: Doesn’t mean I have to like it!

~Ian heads over to Belvedere…Belvedere, the unflappable pro just stands there, statuesque in nature. Ian snags the paper title, which is lying on top of the Central Title so it doesn’t get crumpled. He carries it and throws it into the ring…it floats to the mat. Ian reaches under the ring and pulls out a giant lighter. Ian rolls in under the bottom rope~

Smith: Oh, now what is he going to do with THAT?

Hood: Ian’s a pyromaniac, who knew?

Smith: Another Tommy Flamer

Hood: I fucking hope so and not at the same time

~Ian goes after Brianna and pulls her up…he quickly knees her into the gut, hooks her under his arm and lifts her up for a Brainbuster…Ian holds her vertical for well past ten seconds before dropping her with that Brainbuster!! Brianna’s body is laid out with the fans booing Bishop. He walks over and grabs his paper title and lighter…he heads towards the corner facing the largest amount of people~

Smith: What now? Hasn’t he proven his point already??

Hood: Not even close, Smithers

Smith: I am not a character on the Simpsons!

~Ian raises his paper title, he uses the lighter and sets the paper title on fire!! The title is quickly engulfed in flames as Ian holds it up as high as he can for as long as he can as the title is burned to ashes in front of everyone. The crowd continues to boo as Ian finally releases the last few inches of the paper title before the flame reaches his fingers. As it falls to the ground, it is erased in flames…the paper title now only exists in memory~

Hood: Yes! Yes! I fucking love it…Paper Champ no more…he is now the TRUE Central Champion!

Smith: He’s still got to pin Brianna

Hood: Fuck, man, that’s academic at this point…bitch be dead

~Ian walks back over to Brianna and he looks at Scruff, he motions that he’s ready to end the match. Ian covers Brianna, Scruff gets on his knees and makes the count~

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KICK OUT!!

~The crowd erupts in cheers as Ian, wide eyed, looks at Scruff. Scruff, with a wry smile on his face, simply shrugs. Ian gets to his feet and heads over to the ropes, kicking them as he is visibly angry~

Smith: So much for the creative imagery he just put on display…all for naught as Brianna Casablancas, again, ruins his plans!

Hood: Hey, fuckwad, he’s only one more Incredible Drop away from this being over…whether he pinned her there or not…his days of being OCW’s Paper Champ are over.

Smith: We will see

~Ian walks back over to Brianna and pulls her to her feet…Brianna falls back to her knees, weakened from the abuse she’s received in this match. She reaches out as Ian struggles to get her up and grabs the metal rod with her right hand. Ian hooks her and lifts her up for a powerbomb. While up in the air, Brianna drills Ian in the head with the metal rod, then positions her legs in front of his face and drops him with a Codebreaker!! Ian falls onto his back as Brianna gets to her knees, still in bad shape~

Hood: Cheater! Cheater! Ring the bell, that bitch cheated!

Smith: Give it a rest!

Hood: Did you not see her use that foreign metal object to bash our champ in the head?

Smith: You mean the same metal rod Ian used while it was taped to his fist?

Hood: What are you talking about? Ian’s fist was heavily taped due to injury

Smith: Okay, where did that rod come from then?

Hood: I don’t know, fucking Taiwan?

~Brianna gets to her feet…her balance is less than stable. She staggers into a corner and uses the ropes to brace herself as she’s taken some serious trauma to the head area. Ian is slow to get to his feet…Ian spots Brianna in the corner and he rushes in, going for a huge splash, Brianna moves and Ian slams head first into the top turnbuckles!! He remains in the corner, dazed…Brianna is in the corner across the ring…she climbs onto the top rope and runs across it, leaping off before she gets to Ian and kicking him in the head!! Ian falls face first onto the mat as the fans begin to rally behind Brianna~

Smith: Perfectly executed Blazing Arrow!

Hood: So much for her equilibrium being all off

Smith: People can do extraordinary things when under extreme pressure, Hood

Hood: Bullshit, she’s faking it just like every other woman

Smith: Sounds like a personal problem

Hood: You son of a bitch

~Brianna is right back on her feet, going after Ian…she yanks him to his feet and lifts him up and drops him across her knee with an Atomic Drop!! She then yanks back on Ian’s head, hooks it under her arm and, in one seamless motion, drops him with a reverse DDT!! Ian’s body goes flat as Brianna make a pinning attempt~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Close, but not quite

Hood: I just figured out how Brianna got the metal rod…that fan she high fived slipped it to her!

Smith: That’s ridiculous!

Hood: Shenanigans! This match is rigged!

~Brianna gets to her feet with Ian still on his back…she rushes into the ropes, bounces off and rolls on the mat, attempting a Rolling Thunder. Ian quickly gets to his feet as Brianna goes to flip and he catches her in mid air! Ian attempts a Northern Lights Suplex…Brianna, though, hops over his shoulders and pushes Ian away, she goes for the Super EGO Kick!! Ian Ducks! Brianna turns around as Ian kicks Brianna in the gut! He hooks her and goes to deliver his second Incredible Drop! Brianna, though, knees Ian in the head…he drops her behind him, she lands on her feet…Ian turns around and is drilled with the Super EGO kick!!! Ian is near the ropes, the kick sends him through the ropes and crashing onto the cobble stone on the outside! The fans go wild as Brianna heads to the outside to retrieve OCW Central Champion~

Smith: What a series of moves…that’s nearly the identical series which won Brianna the match at Resurrection!

Hood: Are you kidding me? Ian! Haven’t you learned anything?

Smith: All she has to do is get him in the ring and this one is over!

~On the outside, Brianna yanks Ian to his feet and rolls him in under the bottom rope…Brianna quickly slides in and goes for the pin on Ian. Scruff slides in as the fans count along~

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SHOULDER UP!!!

~The fans gasp in shock as Brianna sits up with a frustrated look on her face…first during their entire feud when she seems to, perhaps, be at a loss for words or ideas~

Smith: Noooo!!!

Hood: Look at that fucking face…she can’t win this one and she fucking knows it!

Smith: I will admit…I did not see that coming

~Brianna hops back to her feet and rushes to the nearest corner with Ian still on the mat. Brianna reaches the top and leaps off attempting her 630 splash!! Ian rolls out of the way as Brianna lands hard on the mat! Brianna gets back to her feet through, injured from the fall. Ian gets to his and he quickly scoops up the injured Brianna, hurls her over his shoulders and drops her to the mat with a Death Valley Driver!!! Ian goes for the pin as Scruff makes the count~

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Kick out!!!

Smith: Another kick out!

Hood: INCREDIBLE DROP! Come on, Ian, you’re making it more complicated that it has to be!

Smith: He already did that, Hood…it failed.

Hood: Well, he needs to fucking do it again and this time not read War and Peace before making the cover.

Smith: Great book and a surprisingly fast read

~Ian yanks Brianna to her feet and he kicks her in the gut causing Brianna to double over. Ian is obviously going for the Incredible Drop, he hooks Brianna’s head and lifts her up, Brianna, though, wiggles out and lands on her feet behind Ian, she grabs his head, twists him around and drops him with an Implant DDT into the mat!! The fans cheer as Brianna gets to her feet and stands, waiting for Ian to get to his feet so she can nail him with another Super EGO kick~

Smith: Alright, here we go!

Hood: Damnit, Ian…fucking focus!

Smith: Hey, he was simply following your advice

Hood: No he didn’t…I said nail her with the Incredible Drop…not the “Incredible Going to Lose This Match Because I fucking lose focus Drop”

Smith: Longest finisher name ever

Hood: I’ve seen longer

~Ian rolls over and spots the metal rod near him…sneakily, he grabs it without anyone noticing before slowly getting to his feet. Ian reaches his feet and Brianna charges him with the Super EGO Kick…Ian throws a punch with the metal rod…Ian’s punch and Brianna’s kick connect at the same time!!! Both competitors fall on their backs in the middle of the ring with the fans cheering wildly. Scruff FINALLY sees the metal rod…he picks it up and looks at it, curiously~

Smith: Oh my goodness…they are both knocked out!!

Hood: Ten count coming…that is, if Scruff will quit looking at that thing like it’s the baby alien from Men in Black

Smith: Oh, that thing was so stinkin cute!

Hood: Of course you’d say that

~Scruff, being Scruff, has no recollection of the rod being used and, if it was used, who may have used it. So, he just hurls it out of the ring into the crowd. Scruff then looks over and sees both competitors on their backs, shoulders to the mat, breathing heavily. He administers a ten count~

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Smith: C’mon, somebody has got to get up!

3!

Hood: Ian is stirring!

4!

Smith: So is Brianna…c’mon, girl!

5!

6!

Hood: Shit, Ian fell back down!

7!

8!

Hood: He’s back moving again…

Smith: Brianna is nearly there!

9!

~Scruff is about to count to ten when Brianna reaches her feet and yanks Ian to his, breaking the ten count~

Hood: The fuck? Why didn’t she just leave him on the mat to get counted out?

Smith: This isn’t about cheap victories, Hood…this is about ending something.

Hood: Fucking stupid in my book, but, whatever…my boy is still alive in this one!

~Brianna leaves Ian wobbling on his feet…she takes a few steps back and goes for another Super EGO Kick…Ian ducks!! Brianna turns around and Ian kicks her in the gut…he lifts her up for the Incredible Drop!! The fans in attendance rise to their feet…Ian staggers back and begins to lose his balance. He stumbles back into the ropes and lets go of Brianna! She latches onto the top rope and hangs on, keeping her body from taking another nasty fall onto the cobble pavement. She pulls herself back onto the apron as Ian stumbles forward, nearly out on his feet. Brianna takes in a deep breath and she hops onto the top rope…she leaps off at Ian, going for a huricanarana…Ian catches her!!! He drills her into the mat with a poweromb and then he flips over, holding her legs down for the pin…Brianna is folded up so tightly her knees are nearly touching the mat…Scruff makes the count~

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Kick Out!!!

Smith: She did it! She kicked out!! This one isn’t over yet!

Hood: Ian had her knees up against her ears and she still squirmed out of there…that fucking bitch!

Smith: I believe she may have seen the error of her ways last month…she wants that Central Championship, Hood

Hood: If all is right in this world, Ian will retain the title

~Ian gets back to his feet and he quickly kicks Brianna while she’s done. Ian then bends over and winces as he’s in serious pain from the toll this match has taken on him. Ian looks down on the mat and sees some of the ash from his Paper Title. His eyes light up, not literally, as the fire within him to prove himself begins to rage and eases any physical pain he may be feeling at that particular moment~

Hood: Oh fuck, look at him…he’s ready to end this

Smith: You can finally see how much the Paper Champion moniker has been weighing on him…he’s ready to shed it.

Hood: Drop that bitch on her head, Ian…do it!

~Ian yanks Brianna to her feet and he lifts her up…Ian staggers around again, trying to hold her up there for his Incredible Drop. He’s holding out for ten seconds, he gets to a little over five before Brianna starts to knee him in the head. Ian staggers near the corner and Brianna is released from his hold…she falls onto the top turnbuckle…she winds up seated there. Ian is still on the mat with Brianna’s back to him~

Smith: Brianna is in a precarious position

Hood: Damnit, why can’t he execute the Incredible Drop?

Smith: You try wrestling for over half an hour and take all the head shots he has…then you try lifting someone in the air for ten seconds…it’s tough

Hood: Oh, so you’re an Ian fan now? Sweet…I love you defending him

Smith: Uhh…no, I’m just saying

~Ian quickly regains his senses and he crawls to the top with Brianna. He lifts Brianna to her feet and positions her, ready to try what appears to be a suplex from the top~

Smith: The Incredible Drop!! He’s going to try it from the top rope!!

Hood: There goes her psychology career!

Smith: That would be devastating

Hood: Not really, she has connections in the homeless industry…I’m sure Alice could hook her up with a few cats or some shit.

~Brianna fights Ian off, both competitors are standing on the top turnbuckle. Brianna, using the balance she gained as a ballerina, is able to get enough force behind her to nail Ian with the Super EGO Kick!! Ian falls off the top and hits the mat hard!! The crowd goes wild! Brianna leaps off the top rope immediately after he hits and drills Ian with a 630 splash!! Brianna goes for the pin as the crowd counts along~

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3!!!!

~The bell sounds over the PA as the crowd goes wild! Brianna rolls off of Ian in tremendous pain as she’s presented the OCW Central Championship. Ian slowly rolls out of the ring as Brianna gets to her feet with her arm raised~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….AND NEW OCW CENTRAL CHAMPION…BRIANNA CASABLANCAS!!!!!

~Brianna climbs to the top rope…in obvious pain, but she has enough left in her to raise the title high, acknowledging the support she’s received from the fans all month long. It’s obviously a very nice moment for her as she basks in what the hard work this past month has earned her~

Smith: What a moment for Brianna!

Hood: Seriously? If it meant this much to her, why did she drop it in the first place?

Smith: You mean to tell me you’ve never made a mistake? She’s got a second chance now..she now realizes what she gave up and has another opportunity to run with it.

Hood: Well whoop-a-dee-do

~Brianna has exited the ring now, leaving Ian in the ring, alone. Ian sits on the mat with his arms around his knees…the expression on his face is one of disgust and anger. He slams his ‘injured’ hand into the mat before moving to get to his feet. The fans try to show him respect for the match he just put on…but Ian will have none of it, flicking them off and hurling obscenities~

Smith: Stay classy, Bishop

Hood: The guy just fucking lost to his arch rival…you expect him to want an Ice Cream sundae?

~Suddenly the GONG sounds again as druids emerge from the crowd, lining the pathway from the ring to wherever the wrestlers are located~

Smith: It’s that sound again!

Hood: I wish they’d stop, it’s hurting my ears!

Smith: Look! Druids!

Hood: What? Like the religion?

Smith: No, not Jewish…Druid! Get it straight

Hood: Sorry, bite a guy’s head off, geez

~ As Bishop stares at the druids, trying to figure out who these men are, Roach and Sean Fuller come through the crowd and slide in the ring to join their Family Comrade. Sean was armed with his favorite bat, Roach with a lead pipe. Sean is shouting up at the curtain, demanding explanations.~

~The gong sound again and the lights in arena dull down, becoming nothing more than a soft dull. The melodic sounds of ‘God’s gonna cut you down’ by Johnny Cash creeps around the arena. After a moment a giant of a man steps through the curtain, a mane of silver hair draped down his back. White and silver armour plates covering his body. The giant steps into the dull light, illuminating wrinkled features, he walks slowly down towards the ring, stopping before it, bringing his arm into the air, and swiping it across his chest. The stairs begin to move, creeping across the floor. They stop in front of him, allowing him to climb them, and step over the top rope, into the ring where the three family members are waiting. The steps creep back to their original position. The man begins to speak, his voice booming around the arena, with no microphone in sight. ~

Silver Haired Guy: For too long now you have decided that you own this company belongs to you, attacking competitors, tormenting staff and attacking personal lives of the people around us. I have come to this company because of this, to allow you to see the error of your ways. I have a family of my own, and we are here to make sure that your reign of tyranny no longer continues.

~ Bishop smiles, he looks around him comically, mouthing something towards the giant. ~

Silver Haired Guy: I do not need an army, I have a family. Please, I give you this opportunity to stop your ways now move away from your angry demeanour.

~ This time Fuller laughs, he steps forward, brandishing the bat. The tranquilly eerie atmosphere in the arena is destroyed as ‘Valentine’ by Xandria blares through. Through the curtain dashes the mystery Asian woman from the previous week, followed by ‘The Ripper’ Danny B. Both slide into the ring and stand alongside the giant~

~Fuller backs up behind Bishop. He puts his arms out, stopping Roach and Fuller from making a move. He backs them up, never taking his eyes of the giant man in the middle. All three Family members step out of the ring, and walk around, still never taking their eyes off the three in the ring. They back out of the arena, past the druids and through the curtains. Danny and the mystery woman jump out too, walking up to the curtain themselves, linking hands just before they vanish. The giant is left alone in the ring, he watches as the druids now leave, smartly vanishing in single file~

~A gong resounds again, turning the lights out completely. When they return, the giant is gone once again. Roach, Fuller and Bishop look at one another confused~

Smith: It looks like the Family has some competition!

Hood: That Silver Haired Dude is menacing…but the Family can’t focus on him now…Mario’s got his match coming up.

Smith: Indeed…arguably the biggest match of his storied career

Hood: He’s got this, I just know it

Smith: Well, folks…it appears as though it’s time for our Main…

~We suddenly cut away from Smith and to the entrance of the park as Bobbinette Carey is shown exiting and she doesn’t look pleased~

“Queen of Epicness” Bobbinette Carey (4-1) vs. The Lost Soul (1-2)

Smith: Umm, okay…apparently we aren’t ready for the main event…look, Hood…it’s Carey and she’s leaving.

Hood: Did we miss the match? Who won?

Smith: If you would pay attention, you’d see her appearance hasn’t changed…that would indicate no match.

Hood: Oh, okay

~Carey walks up to one of the metal things with the arms that spin around…used to keep track of who enters and who exits. She tries to go around it…but they demand she goes through it to keep an accurate count~

Smith: I guess even Bobbinette Carey must adhere to theme park protocol

Hood: I hate those things…someone should rip those little arms off and throw them at people.

Smith: That could be a highly dangerous situation

~Carey is arguing with the theme park employee as this obviously hasn’t been her night. Suddenly, we see a blur in the corner of our screen and a loud “BANG” as someone’s head is SLAMMED into the metal exit machine. A giant dent is left from impact, along with traces of paint. Carey turns around and looks…as does our camera man…we see TLS laid out on the ground, unconscious~

Smith: There he is! He’s here!

Hood: Did he trip and fall into that thing?

Smith: I don’t know…I doubt it, TLS is not that clumsy

~Carey looks up and sees one of OCW’s newest signees, K. Carlton Davison III (KC3) standing a few feet away, glaring down at TLS~

Smith: Hood…that’s KC3…one of OCW’s newest acquisitions…he apparently took TLS out!

Hood: So, TLS was going for an ambush and he got ambushed?

Smith: Apparently

Hood: Wow, talk about your bad luck

~Carey squints while looking at KC3…it appears as though he looks familiar to her. KC3 nods in her direction before heading off and disappearing in the crowd of people who have suddenly gathered around the area. Carey watches as he disappears before making her way out of the park, leaving The Lost Soul laid out on the ground~

Smith: She totally recognized KC3, Hood…these two have a past.

Hood: Interesting…but…what I want to know is, like, sooooo what happened to their match?

Smith: I think the official decision is Carey wins due to TLS not being able to compete any further.

Hood: Okay, I guess that makes sense…poor TLS…that KC3 guy really knocked him the fuck out

Smith: Yea, he just can’t get it going here in OCW…who knows. Maybe he’ll find the groove he needs to get things going again.

Hood: So, now is it time for the Main Event?

Smith: Almost, but first…let’s go backstage

Hood: Argh!

~We cut backstage where there is click of heels but it stops short. The camera moves from two heels to see The Harlequin comes face to face with the new girl Ana Archia. Both women freeze and stare at each other. Every movement one does the other follows at least with their heads. The Harlequin tilts her head to the left and Ana tilts her head to the right~

The Harlequin: "Whoa..."

~She lifts her left hand and at that moment Ana lifts her right hand. They press their palms and fingers against each other and then jump back simultaneously again mirroring each other. The Harlequin moves on step closer but quickly pulls back seeing the exact same thing from Ana~

The Harlequin: "This is a good lookin' mirror!"

~Finally the mirror ends and Ana smiles. Harlequin tilts her head back laughing a bit before taking another step back. Her index taps against her painted red lips, eyeing the other girl. All expression is gone from her face as the joker-esque woman sizes up the other~

The Harlequin / Ana Archia: (simultaneously) "Quite the amusing trick you did there. Have a name or should I call you mini?

~Harlequin gives another high pitch laugh which Ana mimics but only in movement. She reaches over to pat Ana Archia on the shoulder. Ana pats The Harlequin on the shoulder~

The Harlequin / Ana Archia: "You are adorable! I think I'll keep you!"

~The two of them grin at each other~

The Harlequin/ Ana Archia: "Boo!"

~Ana breaks the routine and offers The Harlequin a can of her Raviolis that she had in her lime-green fanny pack~

Ana Archia: “Eat! Then we shall be deities together!”

~Ana says enthusiastically! MJ walks over and notices her friend taking a shine to this new girl and shakes her head from side to side~

MJ Bell: "What are you doing?"

The Harlequin: "I didn't do anything!"

~Harlequin hides the can behind her back receiving a confused look from MJ. MJ dismisses the comment taking a moment to smile and nod at Ana before addressing Harlequin again~

MJ Bell: "I'm going to ignore whatever you two are doing as long as you tell me if this is yours..."

~MJ gently tugs a leash that is attached to a black labrador retriever. The dog barks at Harlequin before running around to bonk his head against her knee. As the dog wags his tail, Harlequin looks everywhere but the animal.~

The Harlequin: "Sit, Jester!"

~Harlequin looks from MJ, the sitting dog then Ana before she shaking her head as Ana is also sitting (like a dog)~

The Harlequin: "Never seen that dog in my life."

~The dog, Jester, barks in protest but MJ just hands to leash to Ana.~

MJ Bell: "I need to go talk to someone... I trust that you three will behave."

~Ana looks over at MJ like a sad doe, leaning her head to one side~

Ana Archia: “Mom… momma?”

~MJ looks confused~

Ana Archia: “MOMMA!”

~She leaps towards MJ and hugs her like a bear… or a bear cub actually. While Harlequin is laughing MJ peels Ana off of her and stands her next to Jester and Harlequin~

MJ Bell: "I can't deal with anymore crazy. Just... Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

~With that MJ walks away from them. Harlequin puts an arm around Ana's shoulders, taking the leash and herding her and Jester in the other direction~

The Harlequin: "I say we go cause some trouble!"

Ana Archia: “In the name of RAVIOLIS!”~She says excitedly while throwing up her left hand balled into a fist. The camera fades out and back into the announce team~

Smith: Well that was, umm, interesting

Hood: The females in this federation…sheesh

Smith: They are something, aren’t they?

Hood: I guess you could call it that

Smith: Well…next month, folks…OCW brings you Total Demolition…here, take a look

~We cut to an ad for OCW’s April Pay Per View~

Voice: Since OCW’s Return, one driving force has stood above all. One group has made their intentions well known…the intent to maim and harm everything good about OCW. One family has, thus far, stood ahead of the pack…on April 27th…it all comes to a head. As OCW’s first Family declares WAR

Voice: Who’s going to accept the official war decree issued by the Family? Who is willing to play their game? War Games comes to OCW on April 27th…Live from Tombstone, Arizona…OCW Presents…Total Demolition…

~Our feed cuts as we focus back on Smith and Hood~

Smith: War Games!

Hood: Whoa…I don’t think we’ve ever seen those in OCW…plus, Tombstone, Arizona? That’s pretty damn cool…I’m digging Jimmy Buffet already!

Smith: But who is going to challenge The Family?

Hood: Idiots, most likely

Smith: Well, Hood…it’s time…time for our Main Event

Hood: Fingers crossed, let’s gooooo Maurako

Smith: Let’s get down to ringside…

Main Event: Hazardous Ladder Match
OCW Southern Championship
Mario Maurako (5-0) vs. Pryde (3-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!! This match will be a Hazardous Ladder Match and it is for the OCW Southern Championship!!!!

~The crowd goes wild, having been anticipating this great match up all night long. “Dangerous” by Within Temptation begins to play over the PA System in Harry Potter World as Pryde makes his way through the crowd, down to the ring. As he’s walking down, he sees three ladders stashed near ringside…he looks down at them for a few brief moments before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope, climbing the nearest corner and posing for all the fans around ringside~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, standing 5’8 and weighing in at 200lbs…Pryde!!!

~Pryde’s theme ends and “Godfather Waltz” by Slash begins to play. The cheers of the crowd slowly fade away and quickly transform into aggressive jeers as OCW Hall of Famer, Mario Maurako makes his way through the crowd and down to the ringside area. He, too, stops and looks at the ladders. Mario takes it one step further, he kicks the ladders, attempting to get a feel as to which two are hazardous and which one is sturdy. Mario then climbs the ring steps and enters in through the ropes~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Rome, Italy…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 260lbs…he is a Two Time OCW Hall of Famer…Mario Maurako!!!

~Belvedere quickly exits the ring as a bell sounds over the PA system with Mario’s theme having come to an end. Mario is standing in his corner while Pryde stands in his, the crowd buzzes for excitement with this bout set to get underway~

Hood: I think Mario knows which ladder is true!

Smith: That’s impossible, those ladders are designed to only show weakness when a competitor has nearly reached the top.

Hood: I’m telling ya, he knows

Smith: No way!

~Mario and Pryde meet in the middle of the ring. Mario looks up at the Southern Title hanging above their heads. Pryde does the same, as Pryde does, Mario kicks him right in the gut! The crowd boos as Mario hooks Pryde’s head and he lifts Pryde in the air for a suplex…Pryde, though, wiggles free and lands on his feet behind Mario. Mario turns around and Pryde kicks him right in the head! Mario staggers against the ropes…Pryde whips Mario off the ropes ,he rushes across the ring, bounces off and Pryde nails Mario with a dropkick!! Mario falls back into a corner, slouched down. Pryde rushes in for a splash, Mario moves! Pryde lands on his feet on the second turnbuckle and back to Mario. Pryde jumps off and spins in the air with a cross body, Mario catches him! Mario then tosses Pryde over his head with a fallaway slam!!! Pryde lands hard and arches his back in pain~

Smith: Fast and furious action here early on…if this pace keeps up, you’ve got to think the advantage will favor Pryde.

Hood: Not if Mario keeps tossing him around like some kind of rag doll

Smith: It was one move, Hood

Hood: Yes, one move…the move that ended the sequence…how many matches, Smith, end with one move?

Smith: I’m just saying, Pryde has much more stamina…is younger and he can wear Mario down if this match goes as long as we expect with a frenetic pace.

Hood: Yes and Mario can absolutely crush Pryde with one move

~Mario yanks Pryde back to his feet…Pryde headbutts Mario in the abdomen! Mario staggers back, doubling over. Pryde then grabs Mario’s head and goes for a DDT…Mario blocks it and shoves Pryde off of him. Pryde falls back and hits the ropes, he quickly shoots off and drop kicks Mario in the knee! Mario lifts his knee up in pain. Pryde kicks up and drills Mario in the head with a roundhouse kick! Mario, on one leg, staggers back…he puts his other leg down, stabilizing himself. Pryde leaps into the air and hooks his legs around Mario’s head, going for a huricanrana…Mario utilizes his strength and keeps Pryde from executing the rana. Mario then goes to powerbomb Pryde…Pryde, however, places Mario’s head in between his knees and rams them into Mario’s head! This dazes Mario. Pryde then places his knees in front of Mario’s face and drops him with a codebreaker!! Mario, again, staggers and falls back into a corner…the ropes keep him on his feet. Pryde rushes in again for a splash, Mario lifts Pryde over the corner, high in the air…Pryde lands on his feet on the apron. Pryde quickly hops onto the top turnbuckle, Mario turns around and Pryde leaps off and drills Mario in the face with a missile drop kick!! Mario finally falls to the mat as the crowd goes wild~

Smith: He did it! He got the muscular Mario off of his feet!

Hood: Calm down, you act like he just walked on the moon or some shit.

Smith: Hard to beat a man if you can’t knock him off his feet.

Hood: I don’t know about that…but we should definitely test Pryde for cocaine or speed or something…nobody is that active.

Smith: Why are you so against Pryde? You do realize he may very well be our Southern Champion by the end of the night?

Hood: I never trust a man I can’t look in the eye.

~Pryde heads outside quickly where the ladders are located. Instead, he searches under the ring and unearths a steel chair! The crowd goes wild as Pryde slides it in under the bottom rope. He then goes for a ladder…Pryde looks at all three quickly and makes a rushed judgment over which one might be true. He carries it over to the ring and sets it up on the apron and ropes. Pryde then slides in under the bottom rope and grabs the steel chair. Mario is back to his feet and Pryde goes to nail him with the chair…Mario catches the chair, though and kicks Pryde away. Mario yanks the chair out of Prydes hands and takes a homerun swing at Pryde’s head…Pryde ducks and does a leg sweep on Mario! Mario falls backwards and drops the chair to the mat. Pryde quickly secures the chair as Mario gets to all fours…Pryde nails Mario in the back with the chair…a loud “CRACK” is heard as Mario falls face first onto the mat…the fans cheer loudly for the masked wrestler~

Smith: Pryde is going to pull out all the stops tonight

Hood: When did this become a Hazardous Ladder with the use of Steel Chairs match?

Smith: Nowhere in the rules of this match does it say weapons are illegal.

Hood: I can’t believe…we’ve got what we assume to be a human being…nobody really knows because his head is always covered up…running around, using weapons against our own Mario Maurako. Where is the justice?

Smith: To me, Mario losing tonight would be justice

~Pryde stands back, waiting for Mario to get to his feet…Mario does and Pryde drills Mario in the head with the steel chair! The crowd cheers as Mario falls to the mat. Pryde looks at the chair as it’s dented severely from the two massive shots. Pryde drops the chair and heads for the ladder. He reaches over the top rope, grabbing the top of the ladder…Pryde yanks it over the top rope and into the ring. Meanwhile, Mario is on all fours and shaking the cobwebs from his head…while shaking his head, he spots the chair nearby. Mario reaches out and grabs it. Pryde turns around with the ladder in his hands as Mario makes it to his feet with the chair. Mario hurls the chair at Pryde, it smashes into the ladder which sends Pryde against the ropes. Mario rushes up and grabs the top part of the ladder while Pryde hangs on to the bottom half. There is a bit of a tug-o-war going on with Mario obviously winning. Pryde switches up his method and, instead of pulling on the ladder, he shoves it forward and right into Mario’s midsection. Mario doubles over near the ropes. Pryde then takes his hands and slams them into the ladder causing the top half (mario’s end) to shoot up and slam into his face!! Mario’s head and neck snap back with such force that he goes over the top rope and crashes onto the outside~

Smith: Pryde continues to be one step ahead of the OCW Hall of Famer!

Hood: That ladder has to be true, Smith…you see how hard it hit Mario without breaking? Fuck, man, this shit might be over.

Smith: A well earned win for Pryde

Hood: Man, fuck this Pryde guy…Pryde..more like…Gay…err…Gay-ride…

Smith: Yea, good job, Hood

Hood: Fuck off, it’s been a long night

~Maurako is on one knee outside the ring, on the cobbled walk way, blood is dripping from his face as the ladder shot busted him wide open. We get another angle and see Mario’s upper lip has been split open and looks nasty. Blood is all over the top rope of his teeth and is oozing down his chin. Mario feels his upper lip tenderly…pulling his fingers away every time it makes contact due to the sensitive nature of the wound. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Pryde has the ladder in his hands and he looks up at the belt. The crowd rises to their feet and cheers from him to make the climb. Pryde carefully situates the ladder under the Southern title. Once set up, Pryde starts to climb the ladder…he takes his time with each rung, making sure the ladder isn’t going to go out from underneath him. This meticulous climb gives Maurako ample opportunity to get back into the ring, which he starts to do. Mario rolls in under the bottom rope, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He gets to his feet and walks up to the ladder as Pryde is halfway up. Pryde looks down at Maurako and braces his hands around the side of the ladder in anticipation that Mario is going to push it. Instead, Mario grabs the ladder with his hands and displays tremendous strength in lifting the ladder up with Pryde on it! The fans look up in awe as Pryde is high in the air…so high, he can reach the title. Pryde throws his right arm up and it grabs the gold plate of the Southern Championship. Maurako quickly carries the ladder away from the title, forcing Pryde to miss that, umm, golden opportunity. Maurako then throws the ladder, with Pryde on it, over the top rope!! Pryde lets go in mid air and tries to brace himself…unfortunately, the cobble pavement is impossible to brace for and Pryde lands hard! The ladder lands on top of him, remaining intact. Mario walks over to the ropes and looks down at Pryde with blood still pouring from his lip~

Smith: I can’t believe what I just saw…is Mario really that strong?

Hood: Fuck yes he is…man, that was awesome!

Smith: I think he’s stronger than Syren

Hood: Whoa, let’s not go and say something we can’t take back

~Mario steps through the ropes and heads to the outside. Pryde has rolled over onto his side in tremendous pain. Mario throws the ladder off of Pryde and yanks the masked man to his feet. Mario jams his finger into the wounded upper lip on his face and smears the blood onto Pryde’s mask. Mario then shoves Pryde’s head away from him. Pryde staggers back and falls to one knee. Mario walks over and grabs a second ladder, different from the one they had just used. He carries it over to Pryde and slams it across Pryde’s back!! Pryde gets up on both feet and arches his back in pain, walking away from Mario and away from the ringside area. The fans scatter, creating a walk way for Pryde as he ventures through Harry Potter world. Pryde staggers up to a stand where they serve the butter beer…he grabs an empty mug and turns around, attempting to smash it into Mario’s head…Mario, though, uses the length of the ladder to keep Pryde at a safe distance and rams the top of the ladder into Pryde’s midsection! Pryde drops the glass mug onto the ground, it doesn’t break. Mario then rams the top of the ladder into Pryde’s face, causing him to stand upright and lean back. Mario then charges and rams the ladder into Pryde’s chest!! Pryde falls backwards, landing hard on the cobble walkway~

Smith: That ladder looks sturdy as well

Hood: Don’t you fucking remember the Cyanide/Murray match? They all look sturdy until you get near the top…that’s the fucking point. They wouldn’t haul two ladders out here that fell apart when a gust of wind picked up…it’d defeat the purpose ya moron.

Smith: Hey, that tone is not appreciated…nor is the slander.

Hood: Yea and I don’t appreciate your face…so we both have shit we’ve got to deal with

~Mario looks over and he spots a chain linked fence several feet away. It is set up around a construction area where Universal Studios is obviously building something new. Mario drags the ladder over to the fence and leans it up against it. The top half of the ladder peeks over the top of the fence, making it an easy obstacle to clear. Mario then heads back over to Pryde, who is still laid out on the cobble street. He yanks Pryde to his feet, as he does, we notice Pryde has the glass mug in his hand…Pryde swings it at Mario’s head but Mario jerks back, causing Pryde to miss. Pryde stumbles in the direction he swung, which brings him near the chain linked fence. Mario rushes up and he kicks Pryde in the gut…Pryde drops the glass mug to the ground and falls to one knee. Mario grabs Pryde by the head and tries to lift Pryde up…Pryde responds with a low blow to Maurako!! Maurako falls to his knees as Pryde gets to his feet. Pryde looks over at the ladder leaned up against the fence, he then lifts Mario up…as he does, Mario grabs the glass mug…Pryde gets Mario to his feet and goes to whip him into the ladder, Mario, though, reverses it and drills Pryde in the head with the glass mug!! The mug shatters from impact as Pryde stumbles forward, falling into the ladder. The ladder leaning against the fence is the only thing keeping Pryde from falling down~

Smith: And there goes a glass mug who failed to serve his purpose in life.

Hood: He? Could’ve been a she, ya chauvinistic bastard

Smith: Mugs are guys and wine glasses are girls

Hood: What do you call a shot glass?

Smith: Uhhh…pass

Hood: Or, what if you pour beer inside a wine glass…is that like two people fucking?

Smith: No, that is just uncultured

~Mario heads over to Pryde, who is leaning face first against the ladder. Mario grabs Pryde by the head and turns him around where his back is on top of the ladder. We see gashes on top of Pryde’s mask where cuts are visible into his scalp from the mug shot. Mario hooks Pryde’s feet into the rungs of the ladder. Mario then lifts the ladder from the bottom up and hurls it over the chain linked fence with Pryde locked into the rungs! The ladder spills over the fence and onto the ground up dirt on the other end with Pryde falling off the ladder and onto a big pile of dirt. Mario then takes in a deep breath before turning his attention to the ring and heading back that way~

Smith: I have to give the devil his due…Mario is playing this smart.

Hood: Yep and that other ladder looked pretty stout…if that IS the ladder, this one is over.

Smith: Indeed

~Mario makes his way back to the ring as Pryde is still lying in the dirt with the ladder he fell in on lying next to him, completely over the fence. Mario reaches ringside and he snatches the ladder Pryde was climbing earlier. He throws it like a spear through the air and over the top rope, it lands hard on the mat and stays intact. Mario nods and mouths “Good enough for me” and he heads towards the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Meanwhile, back inside the fence, we see Pryde’s hands clutching the chained links of the fence as he tries to get back to his feet. Several fans are yelling at him and giving him a play by play of what Mario is doing in the hopes it will urge him to move with more haste~

Smith: C’mon, Pryde! You’ve worked too hard to lose it with your head in the dirt…get over that fence and make a run for it!

Hood: I’m calling it…that ladder is totally true…did you see how it jackknifed into the ring mat? Fucking sturdy as hell…this one be over, Smith

Smith: It isn’t over until…

Hood: The morbidly obese woman sings some incomprehensible tune at an extremely overpriced affair

Smith: Not a fan of the opera?

Hood: I was talking about an Aretha Franklin concert

~Mario sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring underneath the Southern Title. Pryde begins climbing the chain linked fence…he gets to the top and hops over, landing on the cobble pavement on the other side. He falls on impact due to the pain inflicted upon him earlier by Mario. Undaunted, he gets to his feet and heads towards the ring. Mario, meanwhile, is halfway up the ladder and looking up at the Southern Championship. Mario gets near the top as the crowd begins to boo, expecting him to grab the title. Suddenly, the ladder begins to shake as Mario gets an “oh shit” look on his face…in an act of defiance against the logic behind these faulty ladders, Mario tries to quickly ascend and grab the ladder before it breaks. The ladder suddenly falls to pieces and Maurako fails in his quest falling all the way to the mat and landing on the mat hard! The crowd cheers wildly as Pryde has made his way through the people and is back at ringside~

Smith: The ladder was faulty!

Hood: No fucking shit, captain obvious

Smith: Pryde is back in this! Yes!

Hood: Why don’t you just put a fucking mask on and make it official…announce you’re a member of Pryde’s clan.

Smith: I don’t recall him having a clan.

Hood: All masked people have clans…it’s like one of the main requirements to wearing a mask

~Pryde shows off his athleticism by hopping onto the apron from the cobble pavement. Maurako is lying on the mat in pain from his fall. Pryde steps through the ropes and kicks around the varying pieces of the shattered ladder…he picks up one of the long black sides of the ladder…the piece held together by the rungs. It is tall and heavy enough. Mario gets to his feet and Pryde slams Mario in the side of the head with it! Mario falls into the nearest corner. Pryde hurls this piece out of the ring and grabs two rungs. He walks up to Mario with a rung in each hand and begins to slam them into Maurako’s head, one after the other…Mario slinks down in the corner until he’s seated on the mat, up against the bottom turnbuckle. Pryde tosses these rungs out of the ring and then begins to stomp away on Mario as the crowd cheers him on~

Smith: Not only is it bad news when you fall off a faulty ladder…but, once you hit the mat, there’s all these weapons for your opponent to utilize.

Hood: How the fuck is Mario the bad guy? Pryde is using chairs, beer mugs, pieces of fucking ladders…if you ask me, Pryde is a total douche.

Smith: All a matter of perspective I guess

~Pryde finishes stomping Mario around and he yanks Mario up to his feet and hip tosses him into the middle of the ring! Mario’s body lands harshly on the remains of the faulty ladder! He grabs his back in pain, wincing. Pryde heads to the top rope and climbs it successfully…Mario gets to his feet and turns around, Pryde leaps off with a front flip into a huricanrana!! He sends Mario’s body flying across the ring…it slides under the bottom rope and falls to the cobble pavement. Pryde, meanwhile, has his back hit a couple of loose rungs…he reacts painfully~

Smith: It’s a warzone in there...

Hood: That’s a pretty fancy move by Pryde

Smith: Yes, he uses it to win his matches…in fact ,he’s used it twice before…I guess you didn’t notice.

Hood: I’m sorry, but I can’t even be sure that was the same guy…you know, due to the mask

~Pryde gets to his feet and kicks all the debris from the old ladder off of the mat and to the outside, clearing the surface from any future harsh landings. Pryde then looks outside at the third ladder, nestled nearby. He hops over the top rope, landing on his feet on the outside and heads for it. Maurako’s hand reaches up, grabbing the ring apron as he pulls himself to his feet. He looks across the ring and sees Pryde snatching the ladder. Pryde slides the ladder in under the bottom rope and he quickly crawls in after it. Maurako rolls into the ring as well. Pryde sees Mario and he leaves the ladder alone, turning his attention to Maurako. Mario gets to his feet and he throws a stiff right hand at Pryde, Pryde blocks it and twirls around, drilling Mario in the side of the head with a spinning elbow!! Mario staggers around…Pryde leaps up, grabs Mario’s head under his arm and drills him into the mat with a Tornado DDT!! Mario is laid out as Pryde hops to his feet and goes back after the ladder~

Smith: This title is there for the taking…all Pryde has to do is climb up there and get it.

Hood: Yea and fucking hope that ladder isn’t faulty…otherwise, well

Smith: Oh, yea, the third ladder

Hood: Yep, it’s in the construction site

~Pryde sets the ladder up directly under the Southern Title and he goes to climb it again. Pryde, remembering what happened to Maurako earlier is careful as he scales the ladder. Mario is motionless on the mat, so Pryde has plenty of time. Pryde takes it one rung at a time…stopping immediately if he senses something about to give. Pryde continues to climb, nearly reaching the top…he suddenly feels the ladder start to shake…Pryde quickly steps down a few rungs…the ladder stops shaking. Pryde quickly hops off of the ladder and goes after Maurako~

Smith: Smart move by Pryde…he is not going to fall victim to that faulty ladder.

Hood: Shit, so that means the true ladder is in that construction area.

Smith: Indeed it does

Hood: When are people going to learn never to take one of these ladders away from ringside? It’s ALWAYS the good one.

Smith: Indeed

~Pryde yanks Maurako to his feet…Mario is slightly out on his feet…Pryde shoves Mario in the face, trying to rile him up. Mario, instinctively, responds by throwing a punch with about half of its regular force at Pryde. It drills Pryde right in the face and Pryde falls straight to the mat and lays there, motionless. Mario looks down at Pryde curiously, wondering why that was so easy. He then shrugs it off and turns his attention to the ladder in the middle of the ring~

Smith: He’s gonna fall for it and then…literally…fall!

Hood: I’m not sure what’s more insulting…you thinking Mario is that stupid or your attempt at humor.

Smith: What, that didn’t hit your funny bone?

Hood: Shut the fuck up!

~Mario grabs the ladder and shakes it around…he finds it to be sturdy…however, the first faulty ladder appeared sturdy as well. Mario then looks down at Pryde and continues to struggle with how easy it was to knock him out. Mario then hops through the ropes and to the outside…he grabs a long piece from the first faulty ladder and re-enters into the ring with it. He begins to climb this ladder with that piece. He gets to the point where the ladder would start to shake if it were fake and he extends the piece of the old ladder up to the title and starts to work on the strap. The fans begin to freak out as they see it working and the strap slowly coming undone. Pryde tilts his head ever so slightly and sees what Mario is doing. He suddenly kicks up and rushes towards the ladder~

Smith: I guess you were right, Mario was smarter than I thought

Hood: Well no shit, he’s a two time Hall of Famer, ya dick bag

Smith: I assumed most of that was due to Triple P and Silver Cyanide

Hood: Ohhhh, you fucking douche…I am going to tell him you said that!

Smith: What, you weren’t a Triple P fan?

Hood: I don’t think we’re allowed to say his name…pretty sure that was written into Syren’s contract.

Smith: Whatever!

~Pryde quickly climbs the other side of the ladder and drills Mario with a forearm smash under the chin. Mario drops the ladder piece he was using..he then retaliates by punching Pryde in the head, much harder than before. Mario then grabs Pryde and hooks him kind of off to the side of the ladder with Pryde’s legs still on the rungs. Mario lifts Pryde up in the air for a suplex…the ladder begins to shake and it falls apart!! Mario falls to the ground and winds up sort of dropping Pryde with a half brianbuster, half DDT. Either way, Pryde’s head and neck take a tremendous blow onto the mat! Mario lands hard as well, knocking the wind right out of him~

Smith: Pryde’s neck may be broken after that!

Hood: Cool move by Mario! I wonder what he calls it…

Smith: Nothing, it wasn’t a move he pre-planned, it was an accident.

Hood: I’m betting he calls it Super Mario…wait for it

Smith: Ugh

Hood: SMASH!

Smith: No

~Both Maurako and Pryde are laid out with pieces of the faulty ladder scattered around them. Mario rolls over and looks outside of the ring in the direction of the construction area…he realizes what he has to do to get the correct ladder. Meanwhile, Pryde hasn’t budged since the fall, clearly taking the worst spill of the two~

Smith: We’re at a stale mate here, Hood

Hood: Stale mate…the fuck does that even mean? Is that like a marriage gone bad?

Smith: I have no clue

Hood: Or is it like a bag of Australian chips left open over night?

~Maurako rolls out of the ring and heads down the cobble pavement to the chain linked area. He peers inside and sees the ladder through the links…Mario realizes he’s going to have to climb. Suddenly, the crowd boos loudly as Roach appears…he’s got one eye swollen and the other bandaged from his match earlier. He hands Mario a set of wire cutters…Mario nods as Roach starts to head to the ring. Mario stops him “Not tonight, this one is on me” Mario instructs. Roach complies with the leader of The Family and exits the scene. Mario begins to cut the chain linked fence, creating a hole he can maneuver through~

Smith: Oh, sure, tell him to leave AFTER he gives you wire cutters.

Hood: What an honorable man Mario is

Smith: Are you kidding me? Are you blind?

Hood: Is that some knock against Roach?

Smith: Absolutely not!

~Mario enters into the fenced area and quickly grabs the true ladder. He drags it through the hole and back towards ringside. Pryde is on his feet, rotating his head back and forth, hoping to find out that his neck is okay. Mario sees Pryde nearly fully recovered and hurries…he rushes up to the ring and slides the ladder under the bottom rope. He goes in behind it, picks the ladder up and swings it at Pryde...he nails Pryde right in the head, sending Pryde through the ropes and to the hard outside. Maurako then starts to set the ladder up under the belt. He kicks the pieces of the old ladder out of the way while doing so~

Smith: For the first time, I think Mario can taste victory

Hood: Nah, that’s just some weird mist in the air

Smith: No, figuratively…he’s close to winning

Hood: Oh, okay…but, seriously, what just blew in my mouth.

Smith: Well, that guy over there is urinating

Hood: FUCKING GROSS

~Mario begins to climb the ladder…he gets about halfway up. Pryde, suddenly, pops up on the apron..he looks over and sees Maurako close to reaching the title. Pryde jumps up onto the top rope and springs from the top rope, landing on the ladder, opposite of Maurako. Pryde quickly climbs and reaches the title first! Mario then climbs and slugs Pryde in the head…Pryde kicks Maurako in the thigh from around the ladder. The two begin an all out brawl at the top. The ladder begins to tilt…it starts to fall! Mario grabs onto the title…so does Pryde! The ladder falls down, leaving the two men hanging onto the title, dangling in the air~

Smith: Oh my goodness!!

Hood: Look at Pryde’s little legs kicking around!!

Smith: How is that funny? This is a serious moment, broadcast partner, act like it!

~Mario reaches up and begins to undo the belt strap…Pryde grabs onto the title himself with both hands…the title comes undone! Both men fall to the mat and slams into the canvas! The title falls to the mat as well…but untouched…it lies near both men as they remain laid out, apparently unconscious from the fall~

Smith: Who held it last? Did you see?

Hood: I didn’t see shit…all I know is they fell

Smith: Well, what is the ruling then?

Hood: A fucking draw? Nah, fuck that…just give it to Mario

Smith: One thing is for sure, Scruff has no idea

~Scruff stands back, just kind of watching…he’s apparently going to let the match continue until someone secures the belt. The crowd begins to boo as Sean Fuller comes out from the back, his eyes are fixated on the belt in the middle of the ring~

Smith: What is THIS?

Hood: Mario ordered them to stay in the back…why is Fuller out here?

Smith: I think we know why he’s out here…to help Mario. The question is, how will Mario react?

Hood: He should know by now, there’s no controlling Sean Fuller

~Fuller quickly slides into the ring, he grabs the belt and rushes to give it to Mario. Pryde gets to his feet and he kicks Fuller in the gut. Mario rises behind Pryde, he lunges forward with a lariat to the back of Pryde’s head. Pryde ducks and Mario drills Fuller!! Fuller drops the title and falls to the mat, he rolls out of the ring ~

Smith: Mario decked Fuller! It backfired!

Hood: Oh crap, don’t tell me this masked freak is going to win

~Pryde leaps onto the top rope, Mario turns around…Pryde goes for Pryde Cometh Before the Fall..he performs his front flip, but Mario catches him! Mario powerbombs Pryde to the mat, yanks him up, turns him around and quickly locks in La Omerta! The crowd boos fiercely as Mario shakes Pryde around like a rag doll~

Smith: La Omerta!

Hood: Fuck that, grab the damn belt…it’s lying right there!

Smith: They are so caught up in the action…this is intense!

~Pryde sees the belt near his feet…he extends his foot and kicks the belt up…Mario sees Pryde messing with the belt and he loosens his grip…Pryde is able to free one of his hand and grab the belt in mid air, after kicking it up. He then turns around and drills Mario with the belt right between the eyes!! Mario falls back on the mat, knocked out. Pryde clutches the Southern Title and he falls to the mat, completely spent the bell rings and the crowd goes wild~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…here is your winner…AND THE NEW OCW SOUTHERN CHAMPION….PRYDE!!!!! Smith: He did it! Pryde did it!!

Hood: Son of a fucking bitch ass whore mouth douche bag jerk off mother fucker

Smith: Not happy?

Hood: This sucks

~The crowd remains on their feet, cheering enthusiastically in a show of respect for the two men who gave it their all in the brutal main event.~

Smith: Every single fan here in Orlando still on their feet, and for good reason. Tonight's main event is going to go down as a defining moment in OCW history. What an incredible contest we've just witnessed. It's nights like this when I feel truly blessed and humbled just to have the opportunity to sit at this table.

Hood: I'm trying hard to disagree with you, Smith, but you're absolutely right. That match was the fuckin' shit.

~As Pryde and Maurako gather themselves, the crowd's ovation abruptly shifts to a mixture of confused murmuring and violent booing, with some exasperated groans sprinkled throughout. The camera switches to a shot of the entrance ramp, where TGO can be seen making his way to the ring.~

Smith: Oh, come on! Why does Kent have to ruin it every time anyone else accomplishes something remarkable around here? I wish we could just go off-air, but somehow I can't help but feel our “financial partners” are intent on forcing whatever TGO has to say on our audience. Darn him! Whatever he has to say could have been said earlier in the night... what gives him the right to steal this moment?

Hood: His wallet, for one. Chill out, Smith, it makes perfect sense...

Smith: It doesn’t make ANY sense?

Hood: You know he feels entitled to be in every big moment, whether or not it’s actually deserved.

Smith: Actually that makes sense.

~TGO makes his way into the ring slowly and deliberately, an unreadable expression on his face. He stands at a point equidistant to both Pryde and Maurako who both eye him warily, as does Sean Fuller from outside the ring. The three men in the ring commence a triangular stare-down as the crowd hums with tense anticipation.~

Smith: So he came out here to stare at people then... seems totally necessary.

Hood: Nobody likes a Sarcastic Susan, Smith.

Smith: Says the pot to the kettle.

Hood: What is this, some lame ass Dr Seuss bit?

~In the ring, TGO nods almost imperceptibly towards Pryde. Suddenly, the two of them lock arms and lunge at Triple M with a flying double clothesline! Unprepared for the surprise attack, Triple M takes the full force of the devastating blow and goes down hard. The crowd explodes with cheers.~

Smith: What is going on here? This is an outrage…can’t these two competitors just shake hands and respect one another after such a great match?

Hood: Well, Smith, this is known as a “beatdown”... and it serves to beat someone down.

~Back in the ring, TGO is delivering several hard kicks to Maurako's ribs. Fuller slides in under the bottom rope and is met by Pryde's boot to his face. He never has a chance to get to his feet. Pryde grabs him by the hair and whips him back out of the ring, where he lands hard. Pryde then retreats to a corner of the ring to rest against the turnbuckles, still obviously worn out from the title match.~

Hood: Fuller not able to accomplish much there. His own match earlier tonight obviously took its toll.

Smith: Where is the rest of The Family?! Where is our referee?! Somebody do something!

~Scruff is nowhere to be seen, apparently wanting no part of this. TGO gets down on all fours and puts his face right up into Triple M's. We can't hear what he is saying, but it looks none too nice. He spits at Maurako before getting back to his feet. Maurako is almost completely immobile. He tries to push himself up, but Trevor immediately stomps on his back, putting him flat on the mat once again. We cut backstage where we see a forklift parked up against a dressing room door. Someone is violently slamming against the door from the other side, but it cracks open only an inch or two before ramming up against the forklift. Frantic shouting in familiar voices can be heard from within.~

Hood: I think that's your answer... I believe that's the room where The Family was gathered to watch their leader compete in the main event.

Smith: For the love of all that is fair and just, somebody go move that forklift! Which one of Trevor's faceless lowlife stooges got their hands on a freaking forklift?! This is despicable.

~Suddenly the crowd lets out a huge pop as Scott Syren is seen sprinting from the back and towards the ring because, well, they will always cheer for Scott Syren.~

Smith: Finally! We’re going to get that TGO Syren show down we were anticipating all month long! You won't hear me say this often, but thank goodness for Scott Syren!

Hood: And he’s going to save Mario…wait…is Syren…in The Family?

Smith: Oh no…I hope not

Hood: Hope not? It’s Scott Syren…every time he’s on TV ratings literally jizz all over themselves...and now he’s just given The Family a huge steroid shot in the arm!

~Syren reaches the ring quickly and leaps up onto the ring apron. With a fluid, continuous movement, he grabs the top rope and propels himself into the ring. He runs right past Pryde, who does nothing to stop him. He steams towards TGO and Triple M, leaps up high into the air and delivers a massive running frog splash to the already-battered Triple M!!!~

Smith: WHAT THE HECK?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!

Hood: Hahaha! YES!!! ALL THE YES!!! SYREN SWERVE!

~Syren rolls out of the way, making room for TGO to fall onto Triple M with a big elbow strike. TGO rolls away in turn, and Syren begins putting the boots to the back of Maurako's head. After a few stomps, he turns away. He removes The One True World Title from his waist and raises it up to the crowd. Outside of the ring, Fuller has managed to get up to his knees. Syren quickly slides out and begins to whip him with the belt.~

Smith: NO! For the love of all that’s good in the world!

Hood: I guess Syren didn’t get enough of Fuller in that Battle Royal

Smith: Maybe he wants his armor back

Hood: I’d fucking give it to him if I were Fuller

Smith: Doesn’t matter…focus on the relevant task at hand…Syren and Pryde and The Great One…

Hood: TGO has joined Syren’s Stable!

Smith: Is Syren in charge?

Hood: He HAS to be! He’s the guy winning all the matches!

Smith: What about Pryde…he could be the leader.

Hood: True…good point…but I’m still going with Syren

~TGO calls for a microphone from the ring announcer, Belvedere. Before he can deliver it, Syren yanks it out of his hands and slides back into the ring. Syren goes to hand the mic to TGO, but TGO puts his hands up and smiles. He then extends his hand and handshakes take place as Pryde stands side by side with the two icons of the OCW. TGO motions for Syren to speak.~

Syren: What uuuuuup, Six Flags Kentucky!!!

~The fans are baited into booing at the cheap provocation. It's all too easy.~

Syren: You may be asking yourselves... why would Scott Syren--the One True OCW World Champion, the man who is, in all ways, OCW incarnate--align himself with a soulless, mean-spirited fuck like TGO? Why would Scott Syren--a transcendent spirit who heeds no mortal man's laws and bows to no kings--fall into line with a mean jerk who has spent the last ten years saying mean jerk things about me? Well, it's simple. They say the enemy of your enemy is your friend. They also say you can choose your friends, but you can't choose The Family. They also say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Well, that has nothing to do with anything, so fuck all of that. The reason I'm out here acting like a dickhead, hanging out with this other dickhead and this spooky mask-wearing motherfucker, is because I'm the goddamn best, and I don't need any other reason than that to do whatever the fuck I want. We are the greatest power trio since Jimi Hendrix and those other two guys, and this is what happens when you don't give legends what is due them. I'm sorry, Dean... I know you don't want this. But at the end of the day, this can only be on your head. You think you can mid-card Scott Syren into obscurity? Please, the fucking Internet Title?! This is what happens, Dean. This is what happens when you fuck a legend in the ass. Peace out, Sacramento!

~As the crowd mutters in total confusion, Syren holds the microphone out in front of him and then lets it drop it to the floor, battle-rap style. TGO frowns like "what the fuck man?". Syren bends down and picks the microphone back up, mouths the words "my bad, dude" and then blows the dust off the microphone--causing a terrible screeching noise to rip through the PA system--before handing it to Trevor.~

TGO: Well…

~TGO is suddenly cut off as our feed switches. We hear an announcement which says “This clip was brought to you by Jimmy Buffet.” We cut to a taped feed from an old OCW event where The Big Bifford has suddenly hit TGO with the Biffend and goes for the pin…the ref makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

~The crowd goes wild as Bifford is proclaimed the winner after defeating The Great One. The feed ends and we cut to a shot of Bifford, smiling at the camera…the following words appear beneath him~

”The Big Bifford RETURNS to Monday Night Massacre NEXT week”

~The image of Bifford slowly fades out as we cut back to our live feed. TGO is finishing up his speech~

TGO: BEST!

~Scott Syren slaps TGO rather hard on the back. He stumbles forward slightly from the force. TGO looks at Syren, but Syren just laughs. TGO smiles and looks at Pryde and offers him the mic. Pryde shakes his head to the side. TGO shrugs as he drops the mic. The three men raise their arms in unison as Blackout 2 begins to come to a close. The crowd begins to cheer the group, enjoying the beat down that they gave Maurako~

Smith: This crowd is CHEERING TGO?

Hood: Well, yea man, he did just beat up the biggest villain in our company…that makes him a good guy, right…so, I guess…I should hate him now

Smith: I’m confused

~TGO yells at the fans to quit cheering him. Our show comes to an end with the camera slowly zooming in on Scott Syren's One True World Title Belt.~

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OOC: Alright guys…there it is…hope it reflected the work you put in.

Credits:
Tag Team Turmoil: Brianna
Total Demolition Family Banner: Alice Knight
Total Demolition PPV Banner: Kenshin Takamura

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