OCW Presents: Christmas Chaos
LIVE! December 24th, 2023
FROM: PWA-OCW Dome
St. Louis, Missouri
~The crowd is in stitches as we pan down to the newest OCW Commentators since Hood is on a bender, Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro. Jon is decked out in green suit with ornaments printed all over it and Brian is wearing a Christmas sweater that says “All I got from Tamika was this crappy sweater” as they start our broadcast!~
Jon McDaniel: Welcome OCW Faithful to our first of our monthly shows, Christmas Chaos! So, Brian, are you on Santa’s naughty list?
Brian Rentfro: You know I am. Especially if he went through my browser history.
Jon McDaniel: Gross. Anyway, we have quite the show for you tonight!
Brian Rentfro: Do we? Seems fairly basic white bitch to me. Where’s the pumpkin spice?
Jon McDaniel: We have Vincent and Alexander Lyons aka THE PRIDE making their tag team debut. Plus, Mika Attano and Damien Calaway making their debuts as well! Plus returning to the ring is The A-Lister Dylan Thomas, Outsiders Streaming Service Champion in Donnie Harris, the last OCW Champion SYNN and brand new TPW International Champion and (most importantly) PWA Community World Champion Matt “The Raven” Knox returning to an OCW ring since Masters of Macabre as his last match was in the parking lot of the OCW Arena down in Key West, Florida where his best friend threw him through the door of an RV.
Brian Rentfro: Bet Knox is gonna love that opening video.
Jon McDaniel: It is good to see Tamika hasn’t changed after all these years.
Brian Rentfro: She definitely got meaner but I won’t lie, I like this meaner version better.
Brian Rentfro: Oh lord.
Cara Strader: Who’re! What up girl? You been naughty or nice this season?
Who’re: I’m ok, Tamika invited me to the show, said she had some kinda gift for me.
Cara Strader: I think I have it right here!
~Cara drops her bag and starts rummaging through it and pulls out a box that has “Who’re” written in pink on it. It’s a strap-on, mandingo sized! Cara hands it to her and Who’re raises her eyebrow?~
Who’re: Well, I guess the straps on my old one weren’t staying hooked. So, thanks.
Cara Strader: Naw, bruh. Open the box. There’s two gifts in there!
~Who’re opens the box and pulls out a rolled up paper document. She unrolls it and her eyes go wide.~
Who’re: Wait, is this for real?! Tamika is making me an Executive Vice President of OCW?!
Cara Strader: Welcome home, br’uh!
~The fans in the Dome cheer loudly as the two hug.~
Cara Strader: Strap that thing on and let’s get you notarized!
Who’re: Wait, is that even appropriate? Ahh, screw it!
~Who’re straps on her, well, strap-on, and the two make their way down the hall as Hood randomly appears leaning against the wall, bottle of bourbon in his hand and looks at us.~
Hood: Classic OCW, baby!
Brian Rentfro: There’s a chick here named “Who’re” huh? Well, this isn’t the PWA I remember. Are all her gifts gonna be sex toys and contracts?
Jon McDaniel: Maybe. Follow her X or Twitter or whatever and it’ll make more sense. Also, this is OCW. I know you pretty well, Brian. I bet you want Who’re to use that on you, don’t ya?
Brian Rentfro: Don’t you kink shame me!
Jon McDaniel: Well folks, up next is the team of former PWA stars Draven and Tamara Onassis, the twin sister of AOWF legend the Huntress! They are taking on a team that could very well bring a new set of tag team titles back to the OCW in The Pride! Looks like Belvedere is almost ready.
Brian Rentfro: I do like this guy better than Emerson.
Belvedere: Our first match of the evening is a tag team match! Already in the ring is the team of Draven and Tamara Onassis! And their- - -
~Belvedere is interrupted with the lights go out and the words Launch PRIDE.exe appear on the titantron along with a loading bar, which once loaded “Virus” by Deltron 3030 starts playing.~
#I want to devise a virus
To bring dire straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus#
~The three members of The Pride stand on stage, Victoria in the middle of Alex and Vincent Jr, after standing in a triangle formation on the stage for a moment they make their way down the ramp and into the ring, all making disgusted looks at the ringside fans. As they get near the ring, Vincent and Alex hop on an apron and open the ropes for Victoria as she climbs the stairs and enters the ring. Once all three are in the ring, they make the same triangle formation with Victoria in the middle, they all raise a fist to the sky and some pyro shoots off.
Once the fans stop reacting, and the music stops playing, Victoria requests a microphone.~
Victoria: So this is OCW. I have to say, I’m not impressed. But now that The Pride has arrived, the rebuilding of this place is going to actually matter because the real talent has shown up.
~The crowd jets and boos at the arrogance of Victoria’s comment.~
Victoria: For those living under a rock and don’t know who we are. My name is Victoria Lyons, to my left is my twin brother Vincent Lyons Jr, and to my right is our dear cousin Alexander Lyons. We are The Pride, and we’re not just here to add some more championships to our name but to help educate all of you to stop being blind, and open your eyes to the truth of reality.
~Victoria is interrupted by some loud boos, but they settle quickly.
Victoria: Let’s take into account the wonderful holiday season and what a complete joke it is. Every year we’re forced to empty our wallets and break the bank as we give into consumerism so we can give our loved ones a material possession to profess just how much we care. We make up lies to our children about a magical man flying his sled through the sky to bring them toys. But only if they behave. It’s a trick to play mind games on children to make them behave and become what society dictates them to be.
~The crowd boos and heckles some more.~
Victoria: You know what’s even crazier? We just celebrated Thanksgiving, spending the entire day giving into gluttony and boasting about what we’re thankful for. The VERY NEXT DAY people trample one another, get into fights and resort to all sorts of violence, just so they can get a Smart TV for 85 percent off. It’s sickening, and we need to change!
~The crowd starts chanting SHUT THE FUCK UP at her, causing Alexander to angrily snatch the microphone from her hand.
Alexander: YOU SHUT THE HELL UP WHEN SHE’S TALKING DAMMIT!!!!!
~As the crowd boos some more, Victoria snatches the mic back and glares into Alexander's eyes.~
Victoria: I appreciate the support Alex, but NEVER take my microphone again like that do you understand?
~Alex scowls slightly but nods, as Victoria continues her sermon.~
Victoria: It is not their fault, they were raised and bred in a system that demands they obey, and follow a certain code of rules. They’re told open thinkers like us are the bad ones, because we dare to go against what they tell us. It’s up to us to open their eyes to the truth, it’s up to us to unify and unite because all they want is division and fighting, left against right, black against white, vax against unvax. It’s all a design to keep us under, but if we can unify and stand together, we will be unstoppable. Because if one thing is for sure, we are in fact…STRONGER TOGETHER.
Vincent and Alex repeat the “Stronger Together” mantra, and raise their fists., as Victoria drops her mic. “Virus” plays again on the PA and the three of them make their way down to the ring with Draven and Tamara watching them come down the ramp.~
Jon McDaniel: Well, here they come.
Brian Rentfro: That Victoria reminds me of a young Vanessa Strader.
Jon McDaniel: Now that you mention it.
Brian Rentfro: Always fear the team lead by a domineering woman.
Jon McDaniel: Speaking of domineering women, Tamara shouldn’t be underestimated being a PWA veteran herself. Draven as well.
~DING DING DING~
Jon McDaniel: And we're off to a Pier 6 brawl right away!!
~Tamara charges Vincent and tackles him down, laying down the hammer with lefts and rights as Vincent covers up. Alexander, meanwhile, throws Draven into his corner, peppering his face and midsection with jabs and haymakers. Scruff tries to pull Alexander away, but he pushes him aside to continue the assault on Draven. Scruff then tries the same to Tamara, but the same result occurs.~
Jon McDaniel: And it looks like Scruff might not even be able to get this match started properly!
Brian Rentfro: That's too bad. The bell already rang.
~Tamara drags Vincent to his feet, and then whips him into the ropes. Vincent rebounds, and eats a lariat from Tamara. Alexander doubles Draven over and turns around, his back to the corner, and then lifts him up for a powerbomb. Draven nails a pair of downward elbow thrusts, and Tamara, seeing her makeshift partner in danger, and rushes over. She nails a diving forearm into Alexander's gut, stunning the giant, and Draven takes this opportunity to reverse the powerbomb attempt into a hurricanrana. Alexander rolls out of the ring alongside Vincent, albeit on opposite sides, regrouping with their manager.~
Brian Rentfro: If I didn't know any better, I'd say that this is an old-fashioned grudge match.
Jon McDaniel: But they haven’t met until like minutes ago.
~Tamara hits the ropes, and then flies over the top towards Vincent, nailing him with a boot to the head.
Jon McDaniel: HEAD TRAUMA!
Brian Rentfro: When did you get clever?
~Tamara doesn't just walk away from Vincent, however, and instead just pounces on him, taking turns with shots from each hand, and occasionally using both to choke him. Alexander Lyons slides back into the ring as Draven charges. ducks underneath a lariat attempt by Alexander. The big man turns, and Draven eye rakes him.
Brian Rentfro: Eye rake? Niiiiice.
Jon McDaniel: Cheap.
~Draven takes this brief opportunity to start nailing Alexander with everything he can. Roundhouse kick to the side of the head, a spinning back elbow, a pair of forearms, and then some clinch knees to cap it all off. Draven backs off, and then hocks a lugie right onto Alexander's chest. Alexander wipes it off, and then immediately rushes out from the corner and slams Draven down with a vicious lariat.~
Jon McDaniel: And Alexander Lyons connects with the move he just tried a minute ago!
~Alexander reaches down and grabs Draven by the hair, lifting him quickly up to his feet.~
Jon McDaniel: Alexander off the ropes...
~Alexander lifts up his leg and DRILLS Draven with a vicious Yakuza Kick, the impact causing Draven to backflip. Alexander rolls Draven over and drops down for the cover, hooking a leg.
1!
2!!
3!!!!
Belvedere: And your winners via pinfall....THE PRIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: When you win a match without your finisher, you know you have what it takes to make it in this promotion.
Brian Rentfro: Yeah, I have to say, this is a tag team that will be first in line whenever tag titles are brought back in.
Jon McDaniel: Definitely. I am hearing from the back that the boss has an announcement regarding Technical Difficulties 2 in February! Let’s see what she has to say.
Brian Rentfro: Do we have too?
Jon McDaniel: She gave us all Christmas Bonuses.
Brian Rentfro: Well shit what are we waiting for? New Years Eve? Get us the boss lady!
Tamika Strader: Hope everyone is having a wonderful time and enjoy the Matthew Knox in ladies underwear bobblehead promotion tonight! It’s my great pleasure to announce another match up for PWA’s Technical Difficulties 2 Premium Mega Show! As you all know a couple months ago Cyph3r made his return from his prison sentence and was looking for a second chance. As the head of the Strader family, I know just how important second chances are, especially in this industry.
Not only is he controlling the IT Department and Cyber-Security for Strader Incorporated, the conglomerate behind the return of the PWA and MY OCW but he also signed a PWA Exclusive Contract to wrestle at all Premium Mega Shows. I do hope he does return to OCW but a wrestler of his infamy and talent is a get no matter which way you look at it.
Originally, I was going to announce a huge grudge match between him and Lissie Hope, but unfortunately Ms. Hope had to back out and I was left without an opponent for Cyph3r. Well, my darlin’ OCW Faithful, it’s with great pleasure that I can say we have found an opponent for him at Technical Difficulties 2, and I know the Faithful are going to explode like Randy Marsh at a computer...
~Tamika pulls out a big red button, placing it on her desk and looks back towards the Knife Man.~
Tamika Strader: Knifey, you have the honour of pressing the big red button.
~Knifey nods excitedly and slams the butt end of his knife onto the button and the OCWTron lights up with the announcement.~
~The PWA-OCW Dome erupts with them all imitating an OWL.~
OCW Faithful: HOOT! HOOT! HOOT! HOOT! HOOT!
~We flip back to Tamika and we see her squinting at a monitor off screen and she shakes her head.~
Tamika Strader: Hacka vs The Hooter? Damnit, Cara. Ahem, yes that is right! OCW Hall of Fame member ALICE KNIGHT is returning to face Cyph3r at Technical Difficulties 2! I am beyond excited to welcome back the Hoot Queen herself! Now, please, enjoy the rest of the show!!!
~Tamika looks back over to The Knife Man.~
Tamika Strader: Find Cara and send her to my office, please and thank you.
~We fade down to ringside to Jon and Brian as the fans are waving their pantie clad Knox Bobbleheads while doing the Owl dance and hooting away like the maniacs they are.~
Jon McDaniel: That’s a huge match, Brian! The return of two OCW talents in Cyph3r and Alice Knight!
Brian Rentfro: She that mustard chick?
Jon McDaniel: Yes, she is.
Brian Rentfro: Hood told me she is a succubus and to avoid her like the Black Plague.
Jon McDaniel: Really? Smith told me she is an absolute delight. Anyway, on with the show!
~A door opens in the distance, and footsteps can be heard on the cold cement floor. Synn doesn't even seem to register the fact that someone--or something--is now sharing this space with her. She continues to rock, muttering to herself. A shadow of a body appears in front of her. The camera pans up to show Donnie Harris standing there, looking down at her.~
Donnie Harris: "SYNN, why the fuck are you still here? Your match is soon.
~He takes a knee next to her, not questioning her methods; after all, it's not like she, or anyone that laces up the boots, is normal.~
Donnie Harris: What's keeping you here?
~She couldn’t speak. Just stared into the abyss, rocking back and forth.
~Donnie seemed concerned despite his competitive rivalry with her, he still had respect for the woman who helped pave his way to where he is now. The one who believed he could be a star, even at her own expense.~
Donnie Harris: Synn, is everythin—-
~Synn’s lip curls and she looks at Donnie. She smiles.~
SYNN: Does rocking back and forth burn calories? I've always wondered that.......
~Donnie seems perplexed by her question but when he goes to answer she puts an index finger up to his lips. Donnie just blinks as her finger rests there to shush him. He takes her hand and shakes his head.~
Donnie Harris: I honestly don't even know why that matters. You'll be burning plenty of those calories when you incinerate Matt Ryan tonight. That's something I'm looking forward to see: SYNN, you, once again holding aloft a world title, only for me to chase after it and you, all over again.
~Synn continues to rock. When he says world champ, she stops and looks up at him.~
SYNN: This is my home. The place I started. The place that made me who I am. The place I first met you. Now, what am I? What have I become? You did something I haven’t been able to do. You beat Alexandra Calaway. Sure, I beat her too, handedly, but she won on a technicality. Call it home cooking. But you Donnie, you took the Anarchy strap off of her in a fashion I have never seen. You dominated. You are in the upswing, the world is in your palm. I can’t even compete in the fed I helped create. Men like Knox have made that impossible for me. Self entitled brats like Calaway leave when I need them most over something so small and petty, a misunderstanding.
But you, Donnie. You have remained that rock. Everyone has forgotten about the girl in the facepaint. Tonight is no exception. I come back home and face Knox, for what? A name? Vanity? The scrolling marquee out front? What do I get out of going out there, Donnie? Tell me.
~Donnie sits down next to SYNN, his body turned to face hers. He's close enough that, as she rocks, SYNN kind of leans into him.~
Donnie Harris: You go out there, every time you're on that card, whether it's here or Outcast, and you be you; you be SYNN. You continue to be one of the hottest, both attractive and attraction, talents between those ropes. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you pushing me, and you're why I signed that Outcast contract. Men like Knox have made nothing impossible for you, because that word is not realistically in your vocabulary, and you, deep down, know that.
~Donnie places his hand on her shoulder, looking her dead in the eyes.~
Donnie Harris: Nobody will forget you, and I know I will never forget you, just like how I'd never forgive you if you ever gave up. Brooke won't forgive you for giving up either, because you brought her up personally; she'll never forget you. You go out there to be SYNN. You go out there to fight. Win or lose, you're still a champion, because you're still on that pedestal for me. And you know I'll be watching; you know I have your back. I owe you that much.
~Synn begins to twitch, her face contorting. She hisses. Her voice changes as she looks at Donnie with cold eyes.
SYNN: Silly girl. Sometimes Juniper decides she wants to be alive, but that girl will never come back. The good inside, that chapter is over. You want me to be honest Donnie? You want me to be honest?!
~She laughs, her giggle turning into a growl.~
SYNN: I will die. You will die. We all will die and the universe will carry on without care. All we have is that shout into the wind—how we live. How we go and how we stand before we fall. This pitiful girl, your muscle bound frame, Brooke….all will die. But SYNN……SyNN will live forever.
~She tilts her head to one side.~
SYNN: She is in there, you know. The epitome of everything wrong. The epitome of fear. A scared little girl who’s lost in a whirlwind because she tasted defeat. Win or lose tonight, Synn is OCW. Synn is PWA. Synn is all of us…….Synn is..........human.
~She points behind Donnie, into the shadows.~
Donnie Harris: Oh yeah, we will all die, but it doesn't mean we can't enjoy the ride, does it?
~Donnie glances over to where she points, turning back to face her without so much as a twinge of fear or apprehension.~
Donnie Harris: If SYNN's going to live forever, she had better make sure that Juniper is taken for the ride properly. After all, you two are practically symbiotic now, aren't you? It's one thing I've learned watching you two go out there. Which means you too, Juniper, need to carry SYNN as well. Besides, if she's this epitome of wrong, then why do you cling to her still? Clearly your own words are falling flat, because you know your kinship with your possession runs much deeper.
~Donnie leans in, almost nose to nose, his eyes still locked on hers, unmoving, facing whatever fear she is trying to conjure. He starts growling back.~
Donnie Harris: I was a beaten, abused kid, and it will never escape me. My past is mine to deal with and to battle and to embrace. You? The fact I hear pain in your voice, even as slight as you try to make it seem, when you bring up our deaths, it shows that something still matters and you share that sentiment with Juniper. SYNN may be forever, but SYNN was damn lonely until Juniper, until Brooke, until me. And you can't say that Juniper is the only one lost to despair over losing. It wasn't just Juniper who faced outrage and insult when Britlyn took the OCW World Title away. Or do I need to remind you that it was SYNN that faced the brunt of the revelation and not Juniper?
~Synn points behind him again, to a poster on the dingy concrete wall. It was a Christmas poem, written in crayon.~
But the very next day
You stuffed it underneath the floorboards
With the rest of my corpse
Until the sound of my heartbeat
Intensified your descent into madness
~She laughs.~
SYNN: Just ask REDACTED.
~She smiles wickedly.~
SYNN: Sometimes a loss tells a better story than a win ever could……
~A she stands up and boops Donnie on the nose before walking into the shadows.~
Donnie Harris: Telltale Heart, huh?
~Donnie gets up and dusts himself off.~
Donnie Harris: Either way, I promised to watch the match, but first, I have my match to wash off.
~Donnie looks down and leaned up against the door to the locker room is a replica Sahara pocket pussy “Merry Christmas, Donnie add lots of lube, totally dry, bruh” and a pair of Almond flavoured edible panties with “To Synn Love Cara Claus” on the package. Donnie heads back to the locker room shaking his head.~
Mika's eyes, twin pools reflecting the abyss she embraced, held a depth that seemed to absorb the very essence of the dim backstage lighting. Casting a sidelong glance at Damien, she acknowledged his emergence with a subtle nod.~
Mika Attano: The shadows.
~Her voice was a soft murmur that resonated with an uncanny allure.~
Mika Attano: They have a way of devouring everything, don't they? The light struggles, fights against the encroaching darkness, but in the end, it succumbs.
~Damien, now partially revealed, stood at the periphery of the shadows, a silent sentinel bathed in a muted glow. Mika continued, her words carrying a weight that transcended the mere observation of light and shadow.~
Mika Attano: But, you see, the shadows and the light, they dance together in an eternal waltz. One cannot exist without the other. They are intertwined, locked in an everlasting embrace. The shadows give depth to the light, and the light provides contrast to the shadows.
~As she spoke, Mika's hand gracefully gestured towards the backstage area, where the interplay of light and shadow created a canvas of chiaroscuro. Damien remained a stoic figure, his presence an extension of the enigma that surrounded them.~
Mika Attano: We are like the shadows, Damien.
~Her gaze fixed on the play of shadows that adorned the walls.~
Mika Attano: Silent, elusive, but essential. In the grand tapestry of existence, we are the threads that weave through the fabric of reality. The shadows may overtake the light, but without one, the other loses its significance.
~She turned her gaze towards Damien, a glint of understanding passing between them.~
Mika Attano: Embrace the shadows, for they are our allies. They are the silent orchestrators of chaos, the guardians of the mysteries that elude the light. And as we step into Christmas Chaos, let the shadows cast their spell, for it is in their realm that our true power resides.
~Damien, his countenance veiled by the remnants of shadow, inclined his head in acknowledgment. The symbiotic dance of light and shadow continued, a silent acknowledgment of their intertwined existence as they prepared to step onto the canvas of Christmas Chaos, where the shadows would unfold their enigmatic tale.~
Brian Rentfro: I hear she banging Damien Calaway.
Jon McDaniel: That’s one way to put it.
Brian Rentfro: Just looking out for you, man.
Belvedere: The following match is for one fall! With Wreck in the ring already, it’s time to introduce his opponent!
Jon McDaniel: The dirtsheet lovers will know this, but Wreck is Steven Smyth, the man the late Meghan Strader used to think was her biological father.
Brian Rentfro: Man, two sets of lips was all Scott Nash Strader cared about it.
Jon McDaniel: Highly inappropriate, Brian... but not wrong. Still can’t believe him and Meghan are both gone.
Belvedere: Hailing from London, England... she is the one... the only... MIKA ATTANO!!!!!!
~The music starts and flashes of blue, green and white fill the arena. Mika heads out to the top of the ramp and jumps around before running to the ring and sliding in from under the bottom rope. Mika gets to her feet and runs to the corner, climbing up on the second turnbuckle and raises her arms.~
Jon McDaniel: Veteran OCW referee Gruff is the official for this match up!
Brian Rentfro: Why are they all some form of “Uff”?
Jon McDaniel: Have to ask Tamika.
~DING DING DING~
~Mika and Wreck stare across the ring from each other. Wreck stares back with respect and determination on his face. Lockup and Mika forces Wreck back into the corner, referee Gruff administers a count of four before Mika breaks the hold. She stares into Wreck's face as she backs up and motions for him to step forward and lock up again. In the middle of the ring, another lockup and Mika forces Wreck back into the corner where Gruff again administers a four count and Mika breaks the hold.~
Jon McDaniel: Mika proving something here.
Brian Rentfro: Yeah, she has big eyes.
Jon McDaniel: Oh, Brian...
~A third lockup and Steven with a go behind into a rear waistlock into a side headlock, that he turns and delivers a DDT down to the mat. Steven up quickly dropping a forearm across the back of Mika's neck. He quickly pulls her up to her feet and whips Mika into the ropes, he springboards from the middle rope with a flying clothesline. Mika with a duck, twist and an arm bar takedown to the mat on Wreck. She quickly turns the arm bar into a cloverleaf arm lock and applies pressure especially to the shoulder area of Steven “Wreck” Smyth. Steven yelps out in pain and surprise and begins to crawl for the ropes. Mika tries to prevent the crawl to safety, but Steven reaches out with his foot and the hold is broken. Mika allows Steven up to his hands and knees before she delivers a vicious kick to his face which flips him through the ropes and onto the ring apron. Mika hits the ropes and comes back with a baseball slide that misses Steven as he sits up. Steven is quick to roll back through the ropes before Mika can grab a hold of him and put him through damage on the floor.~
Brian Rentfro: Wreck with a smart move there getting back into the ring while Mika is outside of it.
Jon McDaniel: Mika can do alot of damage inside the ring, but outside I am betting is even more dangerous.
~Mika hops to the apron but Wreck is there with a right hand, Mika ducks it delivering a shoulder into Wreck's midsection. Mika uses the top rope to springboard herself up and over Wreck with a sunset flip over powerbomb onto the mat as he gets up he is hit with a REALITY CHECK (Stone Cold Stunner, Hell yeah!). Gruff falls to make the count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... MIKA ATTANO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: Well, Wreck is a 30 year veteran and Mika Attano showed him what’s up.
Brian Rentfro: That she did.
Jon McDaniel: I bet Tamika pushes her towards the OCW Great North Championship.
Brian Rentfro: Everyone on the roster has the chance to make history to become the first champion of one of the three titles. How long before tag titles are back?
Jon McDaniel: You know the tag division. It will heat up in April, and we all know Tamika with her Cowgirls From Hell history, has a deep love for the tag team division so it won’t be long before she introduces new tag titles.
Brian Rentfro: Maybe the boyfriend/girlfriend duo will head that way.
Jon McDaniel: Time will tell, Brian!
~The opening notes of “God in Extension” by Jack Daw hit as the former GCWA World Heavyweight Champion and 2022 OCW Rumble in the Bronx runner-up Shane Donovan steps onto the entrance ramp. He’s dressed in his ring gear, with a “Society” t-shirt and his trademark hooded leather jacket on. The fans let their displeasure be known as the man walks towards the ring, smirking at the reception he’s receiving. Once he hits the ringside area he takes a microphone from the ring announcer before walking up the stairs and taking center stage.~
Shane Donovan: Well well, what a year 2023 has been! I’ve been a busy man, traveling the world and helping train the next generation of competitors to step between these ropes. Meanwhile, OCW… Hmm. How do I put this? The bloated corpse was left to rot in the sun, wasn’t it?
~Shane laughs as his comment quickly draws the ire of the crowd, who rain down boos upon him. He takes a moment, drinking it in before he continues.~
Shane Donovan: Too easy. Anyways, I’ve been sitting back, watching as Tamika Strader hooked up jumper cables and made the body twitch for Halloween. An amusing show, but not enough to get me to act. Fast forward a couple of months, and I’m sitting in my office, getting ready to change my calendar and prepare for the holidays when my phone rings.
~Shane reaches into his pocket, pulling out a cell phone and holding it to his ear.~
Shane Donovan: Hello? Hey Tamika, it's been a while since we last spoke. What’s that? You got that shambling monstrosity you had out back to move? And you need someone with actual talent to come in and help steer it before it stumbles back to the depths of Hell that you pulled it from? Let me think that over.
~Shane puts the phone back into his pocket, stepping over to lean forward against the ropes, his arms draped upon them.~
Shane Donovan: I told her no. Why the hell would I want anything to do with this abomination? None of you deserve that.
~The fans jeer the man as he grins, stepping back to the center of the ring.~
Shane Donovan: Then I thought about it. I thought about this.
~As he speaks, Shane pulls open his shirt and points to the Society logo on it.~
Shane Donovan: I thought about all the neophytes out there who need a true example to follow. I thought about all those competitors who squander the opportunities presented to them that need to be shown how it’s done. Then I knew it needed to be done. Merry Christmas OCW, I’m the present you didn’t know you wanted but absolutely needed. Be seeing more of you soon.
~Shane winks towards the riled up crowd, flipping the mic down and exiting the ring as “God in Extension” begins to play once again.~
Brian Rentfro: I heard he got into the crack and needs the money.
Jon McDaniel: Really? Crack?
Brian Rentfro: Well, that’s what I heard.
Belvedere: The following match is for one fall! With Eric Emerson in the ring already, it’s time to introduce his opponent!
~"Say The Phrase" sounds from the system, the arena lights go dark, pitch black. When a blue light hits the ramp, Damien Calaway is standing in the middle of the top of the ramp. He poses there for a few moments, before he starts to strut down the ramp towards the ring.~
Belvedere: Please Welcome from Dallas, Texas. The Angel of Death, DAMIEN CALAWAY!!!
~He makes his way down the ramp and slipping under the bottom rope. He poses in the center of the ring, before smirking and then moving to his corner and waiting for his opponent. Slipping down onto the mat and watching Eric Emerson who is dressed like Oleg from 2 Broke Girls, mesh shirt and all.~
~DING DING DING~
~Damien stands up, and stares a hole right through Emerson who is psyching himself up.~
Jon McDaniel: Think Eric will need the Captain America super soldier serum.
Brian Rentfro: or maybe just a blast of crack.
~Eric comes charging in but he hits the mat hard when Calaway hits IN YOUR GRAVE (Spinning Heel Kick). Damien lets out a scoff as he pins the former PWA Announcer. Scruff drops down for the count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
Belvedere: And your winner... and possibly the fastest win in OCW history.... DAMIEN CALAWAY!!!!!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: Well... that went as expected.
Brian Rentfro: Hahahaha.
Jon McDaniel: Come on, Brian. That’s our friend.
Brian Rentfro: That’s what makes it funny.
Jon McDaniel: Here comes Ghostknife and Machete Phil with the stretcher.
Brian Rentfro: Why does Ghostknife’s cloak flutter when he is standing still?
Jon McDaniel: It doesn’t... holy shit. Let’s just keep our distance.
Alexandra Calaway: 'Tis the season, they say. A season of joy, of giving, and of reflection. And here I am, doing a bit of the latter.
~She ran her fingers over the polished surface of the PWA United States Championship, tracing the contours of the plate.~
Alexandra Calaway: Recently, I've felt the sting of loss. Two out of three titles slipped through my grasp. It's a taste I'm not fond of, but I won't linger on what's behind me. The past is just that, the past. It’s best to pick up and move forward.
~The crackling sound of a fireplace provided a gentle background noise as she continued.~
Alexandra Calaway: Right here in this moment, I'm focusing on what lies ahead. Dylan Thomas, a formidable opponent, stands in my path. But unlike recent encounters, the outcome won't be the same. Not this time.
~She looked into the distance, a flicker of determination in her eyes.~
Alexandra Calaway: I've been through the grind, faced challenges, and emerged stronger. Now, with this precious time off, I'll use it wisely. Heal up from the bumps and bruises, reset my focus, and prepare for the next chapter.
~Her gaze returned to the championship in her lap, a silent promise exchanged between wrestler and title.~
Alexandra Calaway: This right here, this belt, it means something. More than just metal and leather. It's a testament to resilience, to the fights won and lost, and to the journey that lies ahead. Every scar, every ache, they tell a story. And I'm far from finished writing mine.
~She sighed, a mix of weariness and determination in her voice.~
Alexandra Calaway: So, Dylan, when the bell tolls, and the spotlight focuses, know this — I'm coming not just to compete, but to reclaim. This title stays with me, where it belongs.”
~The Christmas tree lights shimmered, casting a glow on Alexandra's face as she cradled the championship, a silent promise echoing through the festive stillness. The Bombshell, The Fallen Angel, the battle-tested and resolute, prepared for the next challenge on her path. Before the scene fades, Cara Claus bursts into the room with Tamika following.~
Tamika Strader: CARA! She’s doing a segment!
Cara Strader: Naw it’s ok Auntie Teebag! Right Auntie Bruh-away?
~Both Calaway and Tamika mouth “Auntie Bruh-away?” and decide to move past it.
Alexandra Calaway: Sure, Cara. What’s up?
~Cara excitedly puts down her big green sack which we now notice is a custom made sack to look like a pair of testicles with veins and hair. What can we say? It’s Cara. She rummages through the teste-sack.~
Cara Strader: As ya know, I am handing out awesome christmas presents tonight and I have special one for you, Auntie Bruh-away! I know the road can be long times away and I wanted you to have something that reminds you of Uncz.
Tamika Strader: Oh God… I’m sorry in advance.
~The look on Calaway and Tamika’s faces are priceless as Cara hands her a DILDO REPLICA KIT.~
Cara Strader: Now you go home and make a copy of Uncz to take with you everywhere!
~Cara grabs her teste-sack, smiles and waves to her aunts as she skips out of the room. Calaway looks at Tamika.~
Alexandra Calaway: Ever had tests ran?
Tamika Strader: Naw… we are afraid of the results.
~The two chuckle as we fade back to ringside.~
Brian Rentfro: Who the hell is Triple J?
Jon McDaniel: Jig Jig Jameson.
Brian Rentfro: That doesn’t help.
Belvedere: The following match is for one fall! With Triple J in the ring already, it’s time to introduce his opponent!
"You'll be cryin' like a bitch!"
~This line from the chorus blasts over the speakers before the song opens with its opening drumline. As soon as the lyrics start, Donnie slowly emerges from behind the curtain wearing a loosely-tied BJJ gi top and a pair of standard boxing shorts. He stands at the top of the ramp in a pair of amateur wrestling shoes that match the shorts. He slowly starts walking down the ramp halfway into the first verse.~
Belvedere: On his way to the ring... standing at 6-foot-3-inches tall, weighing in at 228 pounds... he is the reigning Outsiders Streaming Service Champion...
~Donnie moves from the bottom of the ramp to the steel steps, jumping up a couple steps at a time up onto the ring apron, moving through the ropes slowly.~
Announcer: DONNIE... HARRIS!
~Donnie starts to take his gi top and moves to his corner, throwing the shirt up and over the top rope onto the floor for the ring crew to move. He rests against the corner and stretches, breathing deeply and waiting for the bell.~
~DING DING DING~
~Harris and JJJ lock up in the middle of the ring, Harris with his slight size difference gets the advantage with a go behind. JJJ is now in a rear waistlock and Harris lifts up and plants JJJ with a German suplex. Another, and a third as JJJ is sent flying across the ring. Harris is quick to follow up as he stalks down JJJ, who is sitting up in the corner, facing away from Harris. Harris taps JJJ on the shoulder as JJJ looks up, Harris punches down on JJJ's face and his eyes roll back into his head. Harris slaps the taste out of JJJ's mouth, bringing him back around to the world of the conscious. JJJ obliges with a uppercut, from the mat, into Donnie's downturned face. Donnie stumbles backwards and JJJ flips over to his hands and knees; he gets into a charging position. Donnie brings his hand down across his face in order to clear the sweat from his face. JJJ charges and Donnie drops to the mat. As he falls, he places his two feet together and plants them right into the charging Triple J's midsection and pushes him up and outwards with the move and JJJ is sent flying once again.~
Jon McDaniel: What a superb move from Harris there.
Brian Rentfro: JJJ has only had the one punch as offense in this match.
~Donnie again stalks his opponent. JJJ grabs the trunks of Donnie and yanks him into the corner and Donnie lands face first on the padding. He bounces back, clutching at his face, and JJJ lands a right hand, then spins with a back fist back elbow combination. JJJ is forcing Donnie into the corner, and is content to deliver some damage there. In the corner, Harris is receiving high knee strikes from JJJ, stiff rib shots, and JJJ lands a shoulder tackle that winds Donnie in an instant. JJJ reaches out Irish whipping Donnie across the ring, reverse from Harris and JJJ is sent running to the opposite corner. He runs up the turnbuckle padding to leap over the charging Harris. JJJ lands on his feet, grinning behind Harris. Harris ducks down, hearing JJJ running, and JJJ runs chest first into the corner. He stumbles backwards and Donnie is there with a roll up.~
1!
2!!
~JJJ gets a shoulder up.~
Brian Rentfro: Close call there for JJJ.
Jon McDaniel: There is a lot of fight in this kid.
~Harris gets off of JJJ, intending for more damage, but JJJ rolls under the bottom rope. Harris makes to follow, but JJJ delivers a shoulder block to Donnie though the ropes. JJJ ten springs to the top rope, flips over Harris, and sweeps the legs out from under Donnie in one fluid movement. JJJ wastes no time in bringing Donnie back up to his feet and Irish whips him into the far corner.~
Jon McDaniel: JJJ is going for big splash!
Brian Rentfro: but Harris with the AVALANCHE SPINEBUSTER!
~Harris falls on JJJ, knowing his move has done it once again and awaits the count from Ruff.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: Winner of the match... DONNIE HARRIS!!!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: Harris with a win in his return to Online!!!
Brian Rentfro: Quicker than you can blink! Streaming Service Champion of the lesser OCW future TV Champion of the greater OCW? Time will tell!
Jon McDaniel: Good to see you taking this seriously, Brian!
Brian Rentfro: Must be the holidays. Don’t get used to it.
Dylan: Hey, boys! Can you keep it down a bit, please?! I’m trying to concentrate!
Lissandra: Baby, will you relax? You’ve got an easy W tonight! Come on! Michelle Attwood? If you can’t beat a backstage interviewer, honey… you may as well hang up the boots right now!
~Dylan stops pacing momentarily and stares at Lissandra without saying a word. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Tank stands up and opens the door and Lord Allton is sitting on the other side. The crowd lets out a massive cheer upon seeing him. He fistbumps Tank as he heads into the room and Tank shuts the door, returning to the card game with the Larossia Brothers.~
Allton: Good evening.
Dylan: Hey man.
Lissandra: Hi Rob!
The Larossia Brothers: Boss!
~Lord Allton heads over to the sofa, sitting by it as Lissandra helps him get a can of Pepsi from his bag. He opens the can and takes a slurp.~
Allton: I just came by to inform you all that I’m currently in the process of getting Equality up and running, ready for the new year. We’re going to start a-fresh and really kick 2024 off with a bang. But sadly, currently, my new duties mean that I cannot spend as much time as I would like as General Manager of Equality anymore. I’ll still be overall in charge of the show, but Lissie…. I would tentatively like YOU to be the new General Manager of Equality. At least, as soon as I can properly square it with Miss Strader of course and have a word with Mike seeing as both Equality and Outsiders Rosters are now combined. I’m sure they won’t mind. What do you say?
~Lissandra sits on the sofa shocked as everyone in the room and the crowd in the arena cheers.
Lissandra: I uh…. Yes! Thanks Rob!
Allton: Wonderful! Right, I have some meetings to attend. Dylan old boy, your match is next. And don’t look so concerned. You have this in the bag. Goodnight everyone.
~Dylan opens the door, shaking Allton’s hand as Allton heads back down the corridor out of view. Dylan and Lissandra stare at one another with smiles.
Dylan: He’s really settled into this management roll, eh? Come on, let’s go baby. I’ll see you boys later.
~Tank and the Larossia brothers wave as Dylan and Lissandra leave for Dylan’s match hand in hand. Before the screen then fades out and we head back to ringside we notice a Sub-Zero and Sonya Blade cosplay outfits with a note from Cara Claus that says "Merry Christmas Bruhs, I know how much Dylan loves Mortal Kombat dress up, so here's a couple outfits for the bedroom! Bow-chicka-wow-wow.~
Damien Calaway: Eric Emerson, the man who traded the familiar embrace of announcing for the uncharted chaos within the ring. A deviation from the expected path, a departure from the norm. In this world of contrasts, where most choose the microphone as their ally, Eric embraces the canvas.
~The anticipation gleams in Damien's eyes as he surveys the uncharted territory before him.~
Damien Calaway: Christmas CHAOS, a stage where chaos unfurls its wings, and Eric, you find yourself amidst the storm. It's a clash where the absence of gold doesn't diminish the fervor, where chaos echoes louder than the ring announcer's call.
~As Damien speaks, Mika steps into the periphery, her presence accentuating the enigmatic atmosphere. The duo lingers in the twilight, a tandem of shadows ready to embrace the chaos.~
Damien Calaway: In this sanctuary of shadows, where championships no longer adorn my waist, the true essence of chaos prevails. Eric, you step into a realm where chaos isn't confined by gold; it's etched into every clash, every echo within the soul of combat."
~As Damien's voice resonates, the shadows seem to dance around the pair, an intricate ballet of darkness and anticipation.~
Damien Calaway: Christmas CHAOS awaits, a canvas for chaos to paint its masterpiece. Eric, brace yourself for the clash, for the absence of gold only accentuates the chaotic fervor. Mika and I, we linger in the shadows, ready to embrace the chaos that unfolds within and beyond the ring.
~The corridor remains veiled in shadows, a clandestine setting for Damien's proclamation as he and Mika become specters on the periphery, preparing for the chaos that awaits.~
Brian Rentfro: That little lady from Saskatchewan?
Jon McDaniel: Yep, and now she mostly does interviews backstage but it’s good to see her back in the ring.
Brian Rentfro: Well, time will tell if she regrets that decision.
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first as his opponent is already in the ring.... He is the head of the A-Lister Family.... DYLAN THOMAS!!!!
~ 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain arm in arm with his wife Lissandra Thomas. Both have a huge air of happiness about them. The arena is FILLED with cheers at these two. They make their way to the ring with huge smiles on their faces and Dylan helps Lissandra up onto the apron, holding the ring ropes open for her. She climbs through and kisses her man as she does so. As the music dies down, Dylan helps his wife out of the ring before eyeing Michelle Attwood staring at him from across the ring.~
~DING DING DING~
Jon McDaniel: Thomas starting the match early.
Brian Rentfro: It’sbeen a minute since he has been in the ring. I’d do the same thing.
~Thomas is as determined as ever. He releases knife edged chops to Attwood in the corner and the crowd cheers with each one. Attwood is backed into the corner, trying to make as small of a target of herself as possible. Right hand from Attwood sends Dylan rocking backwards. Another right hand and Thomas is sent backwards a couple of steps.~
Brian Rentfro: Michelle Attwood with some offense.
Jon McDaniel: Thomas backed off, momentarily.
~Collar and elbow position, Thomas with a float behind into a rolling German suplex. One, two, three, and he releases on the fourth one. Attwood is rocked again, woozy, and really disoriented from the quick succession of moves. Dylan hits the ropes, springboards back with a high knee into Attwood's face, but Attwood ducks under the blow. She spins around with a clothesline that drops Dylan to the ground in a heap. Attwood begins to stomp away at the downed Dylan with abandon. She pulls a now woozy Dylan to his feet delivers a stiff forearm shot to his jaw and Irish whips him across the ring to land back first in the corner. Getting up a head of steam Attwood charges at him leaping just at the last minute for a huge body splash that... misses!~
Brian Rentfro: Thomas got out of the way and I think Michelle Attwood is hurt.
Jon McDaniel: Got a crush or something Brian?
Brian Rentfro: I’m a very lonely man.
~Attwood bounces back from the corner as Thomas climbs up to the top turnbuckle and dives with a flying clothesline. Both of them go down and Thomas hits the ropes again. He is charging back, at the downed Attwood, and nails a picture perfect rolling thunder leg drop across Attwood's throat.~
Jon McDaniel: That’s gotta hurt the throat.
Brian Rentfro: I have a cure for that.
Jon McDaniel: BRIAN!
Brian Rentfro: *pulls out box of Cepracol and just taps the box*.
Jon McDaniel: Oh, my mistake.
~Thomas is up, dragging Attwood with him. Small package pin from Attwood but Thomas rolls out of it before Cuff can drop for the count. Thomas is up, so is Attwood, they lay into each other with rights and lefts but Attwood knocks him down, putting on an ankle lock!~
Jon McDaniel: Brutal left and rights followed by an ankle lock!!
Brian Rentfro: Michelle is rusty, Dylan has this!
~Thomas struggles and finally manages the ropes. Attwood is forced to break the hold after a mandatory five count. She releases the hold looking disdainfully at the referee known as Cuff. *THWACK!* Attwood crumbles to the mat, out cold as the A-Lister nails her with THE PERFECT FINISHER (Double Knee Gut Buster). He covers!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... DYLAN THOMAS!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: We saw some of the old Attwood, but it wasn’t enough to overcome a veteran like Dylan Thomas.
Brian Rentfro: Good practice for when he faces off against Alexandra Calaway for the PWA United States Championship.
Jon McDaniel: True enough.
~The Cameras cut to the parking lot to find Matthew Knox, the PWA World Champion or one of them at least as well as the newly crowned TPW International champion. He carries both belts on each shoulder along with his luggage, his gait confident save for an obvious limp. As he makes his way to the entrance he stops, his eyes locking onto something that the camera soon pans toward….
…an RV.
~He makes a face and turns in another direction, walking across the parking lot to the public entrance to the arena. He’s met with cheers from the early-entrants which he waves at half-heartedly. He’s much more focused on business, and not seeing the reminder of what his best friend did to him at the last OCW show he wrestled at.
Once he makes it through the crowd and into the back he breathes a sigh of relief, adjusting the hardware and making a conscious effort to hide his limp as he carries on down the hallway. When suddenly, he jumps near out of his skin as he is confronted with the Holiday Hobag herself…~
Cara Strader: PAPII Feliz Navidad!
Matt Knox: Cara, listen…
Cara Strader: I know, I know, one day we will be together, just not today. I understand, Papi!
~Before Knox can reply she plops down her big green teste-sack and starts rummaging through it.~
Matt Knox: Is that a testicle bag?
~Cara nods happily. She pulls out a package and hands it to him.~
Cara Strader: Until I am the Sista-Mama to VeeVee and RonRon, you can take me everywhere!
~Knox looks down at the package and sees that is a build your own Fleshlight with three different orifices. He looks back up at her, speechless. He decides to just put it in his bag to get rid of later. It was Christmas afterall and while he produced a lot of bastards, he wasn’t always one himself.~
Matt Knox: Umm… thanks. Merry Christmas, Cara!
Cara Strader: You too, Papi!
~Before he can block it, she jumps up, wrapping her legs around his waist and plants a kiss on him. She gets down and skips away as he stands there wide-eyed.~
Brian Rentfro: So, is like SYNN as crazy as they say?
Jon McDaniel: Has an obsession with almonds.
Brian Rentfro: That’s not that crazy.
Jon McDaniel: Paired with licking your face.
Brian Rentfro: Hmmm...
Belvedere: It is now time for our main event! Introducing first... he is the reigning the co-reigning PWA World Champion with Amber Ryan.... MATTHEW THE RAVEN KNOX!!!!!
~The house lights cut out, the PA speakers fill with the sound of a murder of Ravens caw at increasing volume until "Hell Broke Luce" blairs forth, white strobe lights flashing in time with the percussion. A single spotlight cuts through, revealing Matt Knox standing, back to the ring and arms spread wide. He turns slowly, eyes scanning the audience as he makes his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and heading to the nearest corner, raising his arms and yelling to hype up the crowd.~
Brian Rentfro: Co-Champion... that’s gotta suck.
Jon McDaniel: Him and Amber will be meeting up at Technical Difficulties 2 to decide the true champion!
Belvedere: And his opponent... she is the last OCW Champion... SYNN!!!!!!!
~YEN by Slipknot plays as SYNN walks out with the old retired OCW Championship, stalking her way down to the ring staring down Knox he does look pretty rough from the other day.~
Jon McDaniel: Here we go.
~DING DING DING!!!
~SYNN grabs a hold of the top rope and gives it a tug. Knox begins to circle in and around. SYNN and Knox dive forward and lock arms. SYNN pushes Knox back into the ropes. As he steps backward she sends Knox flying across the ring with an Irish whip. As Knox comes off the ropes, SYNN scoops her arm between Knox's legs and slams him hard into the canvass. Quickly following up SYNN drops a huge elbow across the neck of Knox.~
Jon McDaniel: SYNN is a beast, Knox is coming off that Three Stages of Hell match in TPW and probably still feeling it.
Brian Rentfro: You follow the obvious so well don’t you.
~SYNN rolls off of Knox and then kneels above Knox's face. SYNN then begins to drive left and right shots to the temples of Knox. Knox instantly sends his hands up as shields to protect him from the assault. SYNN ceases to continue as she gets to her feet. She reaches down and pulls Knox up to his feet. Knox finds himself being booted in the gut, SYNN then hooks Knox's arms and jumps up nailing Knox with a side slam. Knox's face ricocheted off the canvass and SYNN goes for a quick cover.~
1!
~Luff’s hand slaps the canvas.~
2!!
~....and again.~
~Knox shoots his arm and shoulder upward after taking advantage of a two second rest. SYNN grabs Knox and hoists him to his feet. Knox instinctively sends two or three shots to SYNN’s stomach. SYNN staggers back and Knox jumps to her feet attempting to make a comeback. Knox runs backward into the ropes and uses them to propel himself forward, flying in connecting with a massive spinning back elbow. SYNN just staggers for a moment as Knox cannot believe SYNN is still standing. Knox bounces off the ropes again and this time dives forward with a series of vicious elbows, forearms and fists that connect ferociously with several parts of SYNN’s body and face. Knox wraps his leg in between SYNN’ and then falls back onto the canvass, locking in a figure four leg lock.~
Brian Rentfro: A submission attempt from Knox.
~SYNN doesn't make a sound but instead tries to sit up and swing at Knox. Knox leans back and tightens the hold with a huge smile on his face. Again, SYNN leans forward through the pain and swipes at Knox but is still a good three feet away from connecting to Knox's face. Luff moves into position and asks SYNN if she wishes to continue. SYNN just shakes her head yes as she falls back onto the canvas.~
1!
2!!
~SYNN realises that her shoulders are planted firmly on the canvass and shoots upward breaking the count. Knox still smiling knows he nearly had a close fall on his opponent. SYNN has red in her eyes as she begins to use her upper body strength to pull herself and Knox towards the closest set of ropes.~
Jon McDaniel: Look at the strength of SYNN.
Brian Rentfro: Crazy bitches be crazy strong.
~SYNN manages to find the ropes and Luff calls for Knox to break the hold, Knox does so, cleanly. SYNN reaches into the second rope and uses it for leverage as she attempts to gain her vertical base once again. Knox has already gotten to his feet and is waiting for SYNN to turn around. As SYNN slowly turns around Knox lunges in pump kicking and nailing SYNN in the jaw with a roundhouse kick! Knox falls onto the canvas motionless. He hooks the leg. Luff who is once again in excellent position begins the count immediately.~
1!
2!!
~SYNN pushes Knox violently away from her body and through the second and third rope to the outside. Knox continues to roll until his body collides with the security rail. SYNN shakes her head and then proceeds to sit upright. A sick demented look crosses her paited face as she turns her head to see Knox on the outside. SYNN tucks down and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Luff reaches over the top rope and begins a ten count. SYNN stalks Knox and pulls him up by the neck. SYNN then grasps Knox's wrist and proceeds to whip Knox towards the stairs. Knox stops quickly and uses the momentum to reverse and send SYNN smashing hard into the steel steps. Grabbing SYNN, he rolls his opponent into the ring and follows right behind. Hooking a leg, Knox goes for a pin and Luff slides into position.~
1!
2!!
TH- - -
~NO! SYNN gets her shoulder up at the last second. Knox rolls off of SYNN, the battle beginning to take its toll on both combatants. Luff begins to check on the two downed wrestlers. Knox is the first to his feet. Knox looks down at a fallen, beaten SYNN. He reaches down instinctively grabbing a hand full of hair. He overpoweringly lifts SYNN to her feet. Knox steps back and lunges forward with an almighty blow, SYNN staggers back and Knox unloads again. After the onslaught of fists, Knox grabs SYNN by the arm and whips her violently into the ropes. As SYNN returns Knox springs forward looking to decapitate SYNN with a massive clothesline, instead SYNN ducks under Knox’s attempt. As Knox whirls around SYNN meets Knox with a huge boot to the midsection, immediately Knox keels over, spitting on the canvas. SYNN steps forward and in beautiful rhythm drops Knox squarely onto his skull with an Evenflow DDT. Knox crumbles like a ton of bricks and SYNN stands back admiring her work. After a few moments of SYNN just watching Knox struggle on the ground, SYNN picks Knox up and tosses him out of the ring.~
Jon McDaniel: Now the action is picking up.
Brian Rentfro: I don’t think it’s a good idea for SYNN to take this outside of the ring.
~Knox is sent diving through the second rope and crashing into the hard barricade between the fans and ringside. Knox slowly uses the barricade as a rest stop and help to get him to his feet. by this time SYNN is already stalking her prey, anticipating her next move. SYNN quickly shoots towards Knox, Knox sees SYNN charging in and smashes both forearms together right it into SYNN’ face. SYNN instinctively brings her hands to her face trying to cover up but two little too late. Knox reaches down and grabs camera cables. In a moment he's seen strangling the life out of SYNN with the cords, SYNN swings her arms violently, trying to get free. SYNN's face begins to turn a pale shade of purple and Knox has a huge grin planted on his face. However, the grin soon fades as SYNN connects with a series of elbows, the last one lifts Knox right onto the barricade and setting herself free. Knox appears to be dazed and SYNN takes advantage of the situation. She rushes over to the timekeeper and shoves him off his chair. He folds it up and springs forward toward Knox.~
Brian Rentfro: Well, Luff is being slightly lenient but don’t do it, you’ll risk getting DQed!
Fans: PWA! OCW! PWA! OCW!
~SYNN lunges at Knox with the chair but Knox sidesteps and connects with an elbow that sends the chair right back into SYNN’s face. Blood begins to pour down SYNN’s nose onto the mats outside the ring. Knox grabs SYNN and rolls her into the ring, following right behind her. Knox waits, stalking SYNN as SYNN is about to get up to his feet. Then without any warning Knox thrusts forward and nails the INTO THE VOID (GTS) not once but twice.~
Jon McDaniel: Into The Void! Twice!!! It’s over now for SYNN.
Brian Rentfro: For once we agree.
~Luff slides into position next to SYNN and makes the count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: Winner of the match and the #1 contender… the PWA World Champion... MATTHEW THE RAVEN KNOX!!!!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: Wonder what Tamika is doing out here?
Brian Rentfro: Maybe it’s a fleshlight replica of her?
Jon McDaniel: If anything, I think she would call her ex-husband, Simon Kalis, to make a replica of his, ya know, so she could tell him to go fuck himself.
~The music quiets down and Tamika brings the microphone up.~
Tamika Strader: Congratulations on winning your match tonight, Matthew.
~Tamika golf claps, as Knox leans over the ropes, still catching his breath looking unimpressed.~
Tamika Strader: It is no secret I am not your biggest fan. I think you have been a terrible partner to women, you haven’t been the greatest dad but hey you are making it up with your grandkids, so good for you. But I think it’s time to start the healing, don’t you?
~Tamika was fighting back the family sneer, but it’s a stubborn prick like everyone with the last name Strader.~
Tamika Strader: Unlike Marcus Welsh who booked himself into corners, I always leave a possibility for change with “Card Subject to Change” and there is a change I making. The winner of this match gets to choose from two rewards, and SYNN will get whatever you don’t pick because hey, it’s Christmas, and Cara can’t be the only Claus in the family. So Knox… The triple threat is no longer for the brand new and vacant OCW Global Championship but is now for the brand new and vacant OCW Great North Championship…
…or…
You can be the first named team captain for DEATHMARCH: WARGAMES! And, since there is a high probability you will weasel your way into Triad’s Great Illuminatus Match, this will give you some idea of what to expect in a few months from now. So, Matthew, what will it be?
~Knox doesn’t say a word but with his index fingers he traces out a triangle in the air and the fans pop loudly!~
Jon McDaniel: Damn! Knox is a Team Captain for DEATHMARCH: WARGAMES!
Brian Rentfro: Look at the smile on Tamika’s face… even I know never trust the Trojan Horse.
~Tamika raises the microphone one last time.~
Tamika Strader: Oh, while you will get to choose two teammates and the OCW Faithful will get to vote on the third, it is well known now that I am choosing one of your partners… and I have my decision already made…
The pick is…. SYNN!!!!!!!
~”Four Little Diamonds” starts back up as Tamika gives Knox the Queen’s wave as she exits the ramp. We fade out on Knox rolling his eyes as we fade to the OCW logo.~
