LIVE! Monday, December 17th 2018
From Assiniboine Park
Located in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
~The sun rises. The dawn of a new day is upon us. The giant silhouette of a man appears in the distance. Several figures approach this man only to be tossed to the side. He draws nearer and we recognize to whom the silhouette belongs. It’s OCW legend Scott Syren. The sun continues to rise behind him. The anonymous figures become recognizable faces. The terrain, an empty landscape is suddenly filled with fans and an arena. Syren is inside the ring doing what made him famous~
Smith: Who can stop this man?
Hood: Syren is the fucking man! A god among gods!
Smith: Seems like a stretch…but he is the best we’ve ever seen!
~Syren’s dominance inside the ring flashes before us. The sun reaches its apex position in the sky with Syren claiming the OCW Championship for the second time at Sinful Nature IV. The entire arena chants the man’s name. He’s reached near mythical status. The sun begins to dip~
Smith: Will we ever see a wrestler as great as Scott Syren?
Hood: Are you kidding me? That’s like comparing this lame ass Kobe kid to MJ!
Smith: The comparisons seem fair enough
~The sun is pulled farther west. Syren’s image ages. He’s inside the ring with younger, eager individuals. Vargas, Grenier, Takamura are all giving Syren their best. But, the legend continues to prevail~
Smith: After all these years Syren remains the man! The heart and soul of OCW! He’s the measuring stick
Hood: If you ever doubt who the man is in OCW…just give Syren a call. He’ll show ya
Smith: There’s no arguing that
~The sky darkens. We’ve reached dusk. The cycle is reaching it’s inevitable conclusion. Syren stands in the ring with the OCW Western and ‘Real’ World Championships. The sun settles behind him before vanishing along the western horizon. And then, darkness…~
Smith: I never thought I’d see the day when the OCW Title match would kick off a PPV!
Hood: If you could even call that a match…what the fuck was that shit?!
~Darkness continues to linger~
Smith: The OCW Championship has been vacated. What is going on around here?
Hood: These are dark, uncertain times, Smith
~A new dawn starts to emerge over the eastern horizon. Daybreak is coming. And, with it, the silhouette of a new figure standing inside an OCW ring. Like Syren he fends off visages of competitors, tossing them out of the ring en route to earning an OCW Title shot. The sunrise has escaped the clutches of the horizon. Light shines down upon this new hero. We instantly recognize The Marvel, Matt Meyhu~
Smith: What a victory by The Marvel! He’s proving to be everything we thought he’d be when he signed!
Hood: He’s taken OCW by storm, Smith. There’s only one thing left for the man to accomplish before cementing himself as THE MAN around here
Smith: And he’s just earned that opportunity
~TIO steps into the ring to face his ally for the OCW Championship. War is waged with the Marvel emerging as the new OCW Champion~
Smith: He did it! Meyhu is the OCW Champion!
Hood: Finally some stability around here
Smith: This the man that has risen to lead the new era of OCW
~TIO approaches Meyhu once again. Meyhu survives. Mack O’Connor and Curt Canon approach the Marvel only to fall. And, finally, Chad Vargas takes his turn. He, like the rest, succumbs to The Marvel’s greatness. The sun is now at its apex, shining down upon the new OCW legend as he proudly sports the OCW Title~
Smith: Who can defeat this man?
Hood: Nobody! That’s who! The Marvel is unbeatable!
Smith: He’s the measuring stick around here…the standard all wrestlers should emulate. The Marvel has brought enlightenment to OCW.
~As expected, the sun over Meyhu begins to set. The champ looks around. Meyhu’s image darkens. All that remains is his championship aura, his intimidating silhouette. That, too, fades. We are once again immersed in darkness~
Smith: Syren and Meyhu are without a doubt the two greatest wrestlers this company has to offer. Who is the best?
Hood: I don’t know but it looks like we’re going to find out
Smith: OCW’s future hangs in the balance at Death March. Ownership is up for grabs along with an OCW Title Shot. Is this the night we find out the new FACE of OCW?
Hood: We already have a new face…his name is King Infinity!
Smith: He’s got to earn it!
~The sun cracks over the eastern horizon. A new dawn is emerging once again. The silhouette of a champion stands inside the ring. This person vanquishes 31 other competitors en route to winning Death March. We try to get a look…a reveal of this person’s face~
Smith: What a moment! A legend has been made! A new FACE has emerged!
Hood: That has to be, hands down, the most impressive win in company history
Smith: Indeed!
~The face remains blank. We zoom in closer and closer. Like a black hole the face sucks us in. And, once again, we are consumed by darkness. Silence follows. The low roar of a crowd breaks through the mask of confusion. Our view begins to lighten. We see the sold out location for Death March! The OCW fans are ravenous!! Assiniboine Park is covered in snow. It’s freezing outside! But, that’s okay, OCW has prepared for this~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Death March!
Hood: WHY ARE WE SURROUNDED BY SNOW
Smith: Because we are in Canada…and it’s December
Hood: Oh how I miss Key West
Smith: It is freezing over here, ladies and gentlemen. My colleague isn’t telling any tales outside of school. We have, however, prepared for the weather…
~The OCW ring is covered by a roof. From the roof hangs several heaters, pointed directly at the ring to keep the wrestlers from freezing. A bowl of bleachers surround the ring. There is a slit that has been cut into the bowl allowing the wrestlers to enter. Beyond the fans we see trailers, tents, and other various temporary lodgings for the wrestlers to be housed during the event. The fans themselves have heaters pointed up, from the bottom of the bleachers, at the fans, keeping them warm. The ring itself has a padded floor surrounding it. It extends a good six feet until running up against the bleachers. The bleacher wall rises about eight feet from the ground to protect the fans and the wrestlers. That wall is comprised of OCW’s go to source for protection – Plexiglas! The fans are chanting “OCW”! They are ready for some action~
Smith: Tonight we will witness history – twice! First we will crown the winner of Death March. 32 competitors are doing battle for the right to face the OCW Champion.
Hood: King Infinity all the way!
Smith: An obvious choice for you, Hood. Myself…I’m reaching into the annals of history and selecting Silver Cyanide
Hood: Ah yes, let’s crown the future by digging into the past – GREAT idea.
Smith: We will also answer the question on everyone’s mind. Who is the greatest wrestler in OCW history? There are only two names that can be argued…those two names will square off tonight for the OCW Championship.
Hood: I can’t pick this one. It’s like choosing your favorite Nevada hooker. It’s just too tough.
Smith: I’d lean toward Meyhu due to the fact he’s in his prime. But Syren is, well, Syren. He just never loses.
Hood: FUCK I CAN’T WAIT
Smith: This is, without a doubt, the biggest event in OCW history
~The crowd explodes in cheers as Commissioner Zybala steps out and hustles toward the ring area. He slides into the ring. He waves at the crowd for a moment before the music dies down. Zybala has a microphone in his hand. He raises it to face level and addresses the fans.~
Zybala: I will keep this short and sweet because there is so much going on tonight. Death March is a momentous event in OCW history. Not only is it the last and in my opinion, the best show of 2018 just for the hype alone, but for what's on the line. No matter who wins tonight, this is THE LAST night of Commissioner Zybala. I will either be your new General Manager or I will be a member of the roster once more. Either way, it has been my honor to try to put on the very best shows for you guys. No matter what happens, I promise you that this is not the last you'll see of me in OCW. I'm here to stay, one way or another. GO TEAMS ZYBALA!
~The crowd pops as Zybala's music fires back up~
Hood: Fantasy booking...once Zybala is a member of the roster how about he face all 31 losers from tonight's Death March in the biggest handicap match of all time?
Smith: No. He's not lying, folks. This is a momentous evening. Everything is at stake and we're just about to get started...but first, let's head backstage
~We cut backstage to Welsh’s tent. He’s talking with Greg who appears to be very cold~
Marcus Welsh: I already told you that I’m not proposing tonight! It was a rumor started by that madman, Zybala! I know it!
Greg: I guess you see me as nothing more than a good time
Marcus Welsh: Oh for fuck’s sake. Listen, I know I’ve been stressed lately but that’s because this event has been insane. Forget all the issues that went into putting this show on, even when you throw all that aside you have the fact that my job is at stake! Once this is all over we can take a break, go somewhere nice for the holidays and discuss things.
Greg: You promise?
Marcus Welsh: Yes, I promise
~Greg leans in close to Welsh and we cut away really quick~
Smith: Best of luck to those two, I suppose. But it is a big night for Welsh, just as it is for Zybala.
Hood: A bigger night for Welsh…losing something you love SUCKS
Smith: It’s no fun, that’s for sure. Anyway, folks, it’s time for our first match of the evening…
Team Canon vs. Team Houston
~The fans are ravenous! They CRAVE action! It has all built to this…to DEATH MARCH. These fans want to find out who will emerge as the OCW champion’s threat to kick of 2019. It’s a long, arduous trail (HENCE THE NAME) that is going to consume many, many hours this evening. But, it must be done. There’s only one way to find out who the best really is…and that’s by pushing individuals beyond reasonable limits, beyond rational fatigue…beyond exhaustion, starvation, and sexual frustration. They must be pushed to limits undreamt of, toward the brink of elimination. Only then will you discover the man destined to lead this company into 2019 alongside either a Marvel or Scott mother fucking Syren. Ladies and gentlemen…welcome to Death March! Belvedere clears his throat as the crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for the Death March to begin!!
~Fans are like “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Minds are blown. Babies are born and hairlines magically return to their once luxurious glory~
Belvedere: This first match is a four on four elimination match! The survivors of this match will go on to compete in a multi person, single elimination match where the winner will receive an OCW Title shot at the first PPV of 2019! Introducing first…
Smith: And which person will be the first to step out here and compete.
Hood: I’ve got it narrowed down to 8!
~”Figure 8” by Trust Company hits! The fans give a strong, mixed reaction upon hearing the song synonymous with Curt Canon. The OCW Hall of Famer appears. He looks around, taking in the scene. A cold, arctic breeze fucks with his hair. He shivers and sprints forward, sliding into the ring and underneath the heating system. He takes the mic from Belvedere~
Hood: Fuck!
Curt Canon: Holy shit! Is Death March here…already? Man!
~Curt pauses for the predictable crowd pop~
Curt Canon: Belvedere, my good man, take a break. I’d like to introduce the members of Team Canon! Introducing first…a man who needs no introduction.
~Curt lowers the mic and stands back as “Pyscho” by Muse begins to play. The crowd is like “Huh?” obviously expecting Curt to continue. Instead, we get Mike Harrison making his way to the ring~
Smith: Oh, okay…he was being literal
Hood: I love that little guy. No homo.
~Harrison enters the ring and fist bumps Canon. Curt lifts the mic back up~
Curt Canon: Introducing my next soldier…he’s a true mercenary. The man who told King Infinity to fuck off…the man I gave MY spot to…Tony Savage!
~"Legend Has It" by Run the Jewels hits and Tony Savage makes his way to the ring. The man looks confident carrying a swagger that would make Archer jealous. He slides into the ring and fist bumps Canon~
Curt Canon: Tony, my man! Can’t wait to see you kick ass! Now…for the third member of my team. He’s the soon-to-be Newcomer of the Year…a future star in OCW. Please welcome Eon Night!
~"Running Blind" By Godsmack hits and Eon Night makes his way to the ring. The fans are giving him a strong reaction…it’s clear the guy is ‘getting over’. He gets inside the ring and nods at Canon, declining the fist bump~
Curt Canon: It’s cool, it’s cool. Fist bumps aren’t for everybody. And Now ladies and gentleman rounding out my team… He is the Co-Captain of Team Canon. The Man that helped me unlock my true potential and who will lead Team Canon to Victory. He is the Ironman of OCW…the man who successfully beat the clock…the winner of Death March and future OCW Champion…ladies and gentlemen my friend and yours…CJ O’Donnell!!
~"Kings Never Die" by Eminem begins to play. The crowd BOOS heavily as they see arguably the most hated man in the company, CJ O’Donnell strut his way toward the ring. He relishes the reaction, walking up the steps and slipping through the ropes, into the ring. He walks up to Curt and shakes his hand. He takes his position with the rest of Team Canon~
Curt Canon: Team Canon, everybody! Can’t wait to see all four of you in tonight’s main event!
~Curt hands the mic over to Belvedere and hops out of the ring. He remains at ringside, standing in his team’s corner~
Belvedere: And now the members of Team Houston…introducing first…
~"Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold. Tytus Rost marches toward the ring with a purpose. The fans seem to remember this man despite his absence from the sport. They give him a strong ovation as he reaches the ring and looks up at Team Canon. CJ marches Rost’s way. Rost ascends the steps, failing to back down. CJ points at Rost and hurls some insults his way~
Belvedere: From Blodgett, Texas…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 235lbs…Tytus Rost!!!
Smith: Tytus Rost is a blast from the past for wrestling fans. The man has waged many wars and is back to fight one more alongside a group of wrestlers who have earned his respect.
Hood: That’s one mean looking man, Smith. But CJ isn’t scared.
Smith: CJ is never scared
~“Cut The Cord” by Shinedown hits and the crowd gives a strong reaction to the veteran, still active Mac Bane! He emerges through the slit in the crowd and makes his way up next to Rost. They stand on the apron with the ring post in between. CJ continues talking trash. Bane looks at Rost…Rost nods and they step into the ring. CJ lunges toward them but is held back by Harrison. Savage leans back in the team’s corner, laughing~
Belvedere: The second member of the team…from Port Arthur, Texas…standing 6’6 and weighing in at 292lbs…Mac Bane!!!
Smith: Mac Bane is an impressive specimen…a man who has won numerous championships.
Hood: He sure is a big fucker.
Smith: Smart move by Harrison to hold CJ back. I know CJ isn’t afraid but taking those two on pre-match wouldn’t be the wisest move.
Hood: CJ’s ready to go, man!
~Bane and Rost throw a warning CJ’s way before backing into their corner as they await the arrival of the rest of their team. "Killin In The Name of" by Rage Against the Machine sounds out. The crowd gives a mostly positive reaction for the WWH Champion. Hanson heads toward the ring with his WWH Championship over his shoulder. He pause to glare at a couple of fans who say something that annoys him. The fans quickly back away and Hanson resumes his entrance, rushing up the steps and entering the OCW squared circle~
Belvedere: The third member of the team…from Kansas City, Kansas…standing 6’2 and ¾ and weighing in at 236 and ¾ lbs…he is the WWH Champion…The Hollywood Blockbuster…Noah Hanson!!!
~Hanson converges with his other team teammates. They all appear ready to go. The arena is devoid of music. The fans begin to chant “HOUSTON!” Hanson, Bane, and Rost all nod with approval and turn toward the entrance. “Rocket Man” by Elton John hits and the fans explode with applause!! Ed Houston appears with the OCW LightWeight Title around his waist…he sprints to the ring and slides in, popping to his feet and rushing toward a corner where he stands and shows off his title~
Belvedere: And, the captain…from Miami, Florida…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 175lbs…he is the final LightWeight champion in OCW history. He is a former OCW Craze Champion…ladies and gentlemen, Ed Houston!!!
~The resounding “HOUSTON” chant outlasts Ed’s theme. Houston looks down and finds Curt’s gaze. Curt hurls some insults up at Houston. Ed just smiles and pats the plate belonging to his OCW LightWeight Championship. He hops off the middle buckle and heads toward his corner. Hanson and Curt hand their belts to Belvedere for safe keeping as the ring announcer exits~
Smith: We’re seconds away from the match getting underway! Who’s your pick, Hood?
Hood: You know I can’t say!
Smith: And why can’t you?
Hood: Because everybody knows whoever the announcer picks has zero chance to win the fucking thing.
Smith: Oh, c’mon…pick someone!
Hood: Oh, alright…I’ll go with Tony Savage and Mike Harrison
~Houston starts the match out for his team. CJ tries to start the match for his team but Tony shoves him aside and steps forward. CJ, angered by Tony’s act, tries to jump him from behind but is, yet again, restrained by Harrison. Curt yells up into the ring about UNITY. A frustrated CJ steps through the ropes allowing Savage the opportunity to start the match. The crowd is on their feet…they are yelling for the bell to ring. DING! DING! And there it is! The crowd pops~
Smith: And here we go! Death March is underway! Houston starting things off with Tony Savage
Hood: Tony has been on fire lately. He really could win this entire thing
Smith: Tony has always had the talent…it’s his motivation that prevents him from attaining main event status
~Savage lunges forward with a punch. Houston ducks it and throws a pele kick! Savage stumbles back, into the ropes. Houston kips up! Savage bounces off the ropes and staggers forward only to be met with a SUPERKICK from Ed!! Savage goes limp and falls to the mat. Houston looks around like “Seriously?” The crowd yells “TO THE TOP!” Houston heads for the nearest corner~
Smith: Tony might be out! We might have our first elimination of the evening!
Hood: What the fuck is this shit? Geezus, Tony…get it together, man!
~Houston, perched atop the nearest corner, looks down at Savage. He leaps off and performs a picture perfect Shooting Star Press which we all know as BLASTOFF! He lands! The ring shakes from impact. Houston covers Tony and Scruff slides in with the count~
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3!!!
Belvedere: Tony Savage has been eliminated!
Smith: Looks like we got the unmotivated Tony tonight
Hood: That or Ed is going to cruise to victory. He looked fucking sharp
Smith: Ed Houston is one of the best wrestlers in OCW. You have got to be focused if you want to stand a chance against him. Tony was not focused.
~Houston pops to his feet with a broad smile. His teammates are congratulating him. Savage rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor. Canon shakes his head in disapproval as Tony staggers to the back. CJ tries to get into the ring, again, is held back. Harrison steps in and assures everyone that ‘he’s got this’. CJ yells “FUCK!” after Curt, again, mentions UNITY. Harrison steps into the ring and eyes Houston~
Smith: CJ wants in there so bad yet his teammates keep blocking him
Hood: Cock blocking, you mean
Smith: No, I meant blocking
~Harrison appears confident as he stares Houston down. The last time these two were in a ring together Harrison dethroned Houston from his OCW Craze Championship dominance. Harrison saunters up to Houston and throws a derogatory slap. Houston catches Harrison’s hand and delivers a swift knee into Harrison’s guts. Mike doubles over right into a sitout facebuster. He flips over, lying on his back, eyes shut. Houston pops to his feet with eyes wide…he seems stunned at what’s taking place~
Smith: Harrison might be out!
Hood: The shit is this? Did Houston discover some real life cheat code?!
Smith: He appears invincible!
~Houston, perched atop another corner, looks down at Harrison. He shrugs…taking what the match has given him and leaps off the top with another BLASTOFF. This one, like the previous maneuver, connects!! Once again the ring trembles due to the impact. Houston covers Harrison and hooks the leg…Scruff slides in as the fans count along~
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3!!!!
Belvedere: Mike Harrison has been eliminated!
Smith: Wow, very disappointing performance from the former Craze Champion
Hood: Guy was the hottest thing in OCW a few months ago and now…well, tonight he’s hot garbage
Smith: Ed avenges his loss from Mayhem at the Midway! Team Canon is suddenly down to two members
~Curt paces back and forth as Harrison rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. CJ looks at Eon as if to say “Don’t even think about it” and steps inside the ring. Houston, feeling pretty invincible, motions for CJ to come at him. CJ gladly accepts the challenge. He charges at Ed. Houston dodges. CJ hits the ropes, he bounces off and Ed throws a spinning heel kick. CJ catches the leg…Ed is bouncing around. CJ grabs Ed’s heel and shoves backward, trying to push Ed to the mat. Houston, though, performs an impressive back flip, landing on his feet. The crowd applauds the athleticism. CJ compliments Ed’s aerial show by taking him down with a lariat!! Ed turns inside out and hits the mat, hard~
Smith: All good things must come to an end…Ed’s heater was just stymied by CJ O’Donnell
Hood: We all knew that was coming…CJ is obviously the superior wrestler
Smith: That is extremely debatable
~CJ throws some stiff kicks at the body of Ed Houston. Houston convulses and tries to cover up after each kick. CJ drops to his knees and wraps his hands around Ed’s throat, choking the former Craze Champion. Ed kicks his legs, gasping for air. Tytus Rost sets one foot into the ring, ready to jump in. Scruff counts to five and orders a break. CJ looks up at Rost and the rest of Team Houston. Rost starts to bring his second leg into the ring…CJ releases the choke and throws his hands in the air, smirking toward Team Houston. Canon is heard laughing on the outside~
Smith: CJ being CJ
Hood: So nice to have him back
Smith: Speak for yourself
Hood: I always do
~CJ yanks Houston to his feet and bullies him into his team’s corner. He unleashes some vicious knife edged chops into the bare chest of Houston. Ed winces and leans forward, grasping at his chest after each one. Night reaches in and tags CJ. CJ pauses and glares at Eon. Curt, again, yells UNITY! CJ points a finger in Eon’s face and utters a few threatening words before exiting. Eon grabs Ed and whips him across the ring. Ed SLAMS into the corner. Night rushes in but receives a boot to the face!! He staggers back. Ed hops onto the middle rope and leaps off with a Lou Thesz Press!! He grabs the side of Eon’s head and repeatedly slams the back of his head into the mat as the fans respond with cheers. Ed returns to his feet, holding his chest and he tags in Tytus Rost~
Smith: And in comes Tytus Rost! We’re getting our first look at this man
Hood: Why are these people preventing CJ from doing work? Let the man wrestle!
Smith: Some teams function better than others…I think we’re going to see far more ‘unity’ with Team Houston than we do with Team Canon
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Rost goes right after Eon. Night sits up only to receive a swift kick to the chest, sending him back, flat on the mat. Rost drops an elbow across the throat of Eon and, while on the mat, transitions his position in an effort to apply an armbar. Night, realizing what’s going on, wiggles toward the ropes, placing his foot on the bottom rope to escape the submission attempt. Scruff taps Rost on the shoulder. Tytus releases the beginnings of a hold instantly and returns to his feet~
Smith: Rost has a legit MMA background. The man is tough and can beat an opponent in a myriad of ways
Hood: He’s also bald
Smith: Yes, Hood, he is bald
~Eon uses the ropes to pull himself up. CJ yells out “TAG ME!” Eon ignores O’Donnell and keeps his focus on Tytus. Rost has his fists up and is ready for a fight. Night holds his hands up, ready to engage. He approaches and the two men take their time, trying to find a soft spot. Tytus throws a punch. Eon ducks. Eon responds. Rost ducks. Rost throws a leg kick that smacks Eon in the thigh. Eon winces and limps to the side. Tytus throws another leg kick…Eon lifts his leg, dodging the kick. Rost spins around. After a full rotation he is met with a straight right jab to the chin. Rost stumbles back and reaches for his chin. He looks up at Eon…it’s almost as though the punch woke him up. He marches forward. Night is ready…the two men burst out into a full on brawl! The crowd cheers with their approval~
Smith: And it’s kicked off! These two are going to war!
Hood: Rost tried to test the waters one toe at a time…but fuck that shit, jump in head first!
Smith: Yep, Eon woke him up with that right hand and he’s kicked into gear
~Night is losing the war. He’s getting one punch in for every two that Rost throws. He starts to stagger. He quits throwing and starts to block. He backs against the ropes. Tytus whips him off the ropes…Night shoots across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and is lifted high into the air with a back body drop!! Night lands HARD. Rost turns around and pounces on the man, looking to inflict some serious damage via ground and pound. Eon does his best to avoid Rost attaining the ‘mount’ position. CJ is seen in the corner slapping the top buckle and kicking at the ropes in frustration. Curt leans in, under the bottom rope and yells for Eon to reach him. Scruff warns Curt not to get too involved~
Smith: Tytus Rost is controlling Eon Night. Eon might need to think about getting out of there…tag CJ back in
Hood: Now you’re talking sense! I thought everyone was on crazy pills at the start of this match. GET CJ IN THERE!
Smith: Rost, meanwhile, looks very impressive. I’ve been told he was eager to step back into the ring show his family could watch him compete. So far he’s making them proud.
~CJ tries to step into the ring. Scruff spots this and rushes over, keeping CJ from interrupting the match. Canon lunges in and snares Eon’s nearest arm, dragging it near the ropes. Eon grabs the bottom rope. The fans boo heavily. Scruff turns around and sees Eon in the ropes. He motions for Tytus to get up. Rost does as instructed but not without glaring a hole through Canon. Curt holds his hands up and turns his back to Rost. Eon gets to his feet and looks down at Curt. Curt turns around upon seeing Eon looking at him via one of the giant screens stationed above certain sections of the bleachers for the fans to keep an eye on, if they desire. Night looks pissed. Curt rolls his eyes~
Smith: I don’t think Eon wants Curt interfering on his behalf
Hood: What a bitch! The dude is HELPING you…sit back and let it happen
Smith: Eon wants to earn it…I know that’s a difficult concept for people like you and Curt and CJ to understand…but it does exist.
Hood: People are such idiots
~Night heads over and tags CJ into the match. He steps through the ropes and shakes his head, stewing over Canon getting involved. CJ steps back into the ring. Tytus is on his feet and ready. CJ motions for Rost to come at him. Tytus has no problem with that. He lunges for CJ…CJ dodges him. Tytus goes after CJ but is unable to catch him. CJ slides out, under the bottom rope. Rost does the same and gives chase around the ring. CJ slides back into the ring. Rost does the same. CJ, on his feet, stomps Tytus in the back of the head upon his re-entry. Rost grabs the back of his head and winces…we also notice his chest heaving in rapid, rhythmic motions. It’s clear the man’s wind is being tested~
Smith: CJ using his cerebral arsenal. He knows it’s been awhile since Rost wrestled…so he’s going to see if the man has the wind to hang
Hood: Yea, you can be in shape and still blow the fuck up wrestling. In-Ring shape is a very different animal
Smith: Indeed
~Rost rolls onto his front, keeping the sensitive, back portion of his head from touching the mat. CJ drops to his knees and secures Rost in a front face lock, continuing to impede his wind. Scruff inspects the hold to ensure it isn’t a choke. It doesn’t appear to be a choke. But, with CJ – who knows. Rost slows and starts to go limp. The fans stomp their feet and chant for Tytus to fight back. CJ looks around, arrogantly. Scruff checks on Rost to see if he’s okay. Rost suddenly fires up! He lifts CJ off the mat and over his head with a Northern Lights Suplex!!! Rost bridges for the pin! Scruff slides in with the count~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Wow!! Tytus Rost nearly eliminated CJ O’Donnell!
Hood: That would have ruined my evening…c’mon, let’s get these ‘outsiders’ outta here and just push CJ into the finals!
Smith: Ed’s not an outsider
Hood: To me he is…ever since he flunked out of NASA
~Rost is on all fours, sucking wind as quickly as his body will allow. His face is puce. He’s exhausted. He crawls for the corner and reaches the nearest hand which also belongs to the longest arm of the ground – Mac Bane. Bane steps into the ring to a strong ovation. CJ, sitting up, looks over at Bane and his eyes widen. He holds his hands up and asks Bane to give him some space, maybe even for a timeout. Bane isn’t giving any fucks when it comes to CJ and his pleas. CJ finds himself seated in the corner. Bane has him trapped. Mac lifts his boot and he begins to stomp the crap out of CJ! The fans go wild~
Smith: Mac Bane kicking some respect into CJ O’Donnell! I love it!
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING! Get that man off the Ironman of OCW! CJ is too precious to risk some guy who doesn’t even work here injuring him
Smith: This is what Death March is all about, Hood. Surviving and proving yourself to be the BEST
Hood: BLAH
~CJ is battered and motionless in the corner. Mac grabs CJ by the beard and yanks him to his feet. He shoves CJ into the corner before whipping him across the ring. CJ slams into the opposite corner (not his team’s corner…Mac Bane isn’t an idiot)! Bane charges in and crushes CJ with a huge clothesline!! Bane takes a few steps back. CJ staggers forward right into Bane’s arms. Bane lifts him up and drills him into the mat with a very quick and impactful Spinebuster!! He goes for the quick cover. Scruff slides in~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: CJ kicked out again!
Hood: The Ironman of OCW proving that he is, without a doubt, a survivor
Smith: Well it’s still early…but he’s going to be an extremely tough out IF he gets eliminated at any point this evening. CJ is as tough as they come
~Bane pops back to his feet! The fans begin chanting ‘MAC!’ He’s on fire! He’s got CJ on the ropes (not literally!). He stands back, waiting to pounce on CJ and potentially end his night in premature fashion. CJ rolls onto his side. He gets to one knee and finally gets to his feet. His back is to Mac. He turns around, facing Bane. Bane charges in for a spear! Mac leaps through the air to cut CJ in half…CJ greets him with a flying knee!!! CJ’s knee CRACKS against the skull of Mac. Bane falls face down on the mat. He isn’t moving. The fans are like “OH SHIT!” CJ falls to his ass, holding his knee in pain~
Smith: Irish Knowledge to a charging Mac Bane! He might have a fractured skull!
Hood: I love CJ!
Smith: How much damage did that do to CJ’s knee? That noise…you heard that noise, right?
Hood: Of course I fucking heard it…you think I’m Cap Slock or something?
~Canon slaps the mat, trying to get CJ moving. He rolls the extremely heavy and lifeless Bane onto his back and makes the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
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Belvedere: Mac Bane has been eliminated!
~The crowd boos Bane’s elimination. Houston and Hanson get into the ring to help their fallen comrade out of the ring. They get Bane to the ropes. CJ tags in Eon Night. CJ limps out of the ring. Eon charges toward Hanson and Houston. They hear his heavy footsteps and turn around. Eon clotheslines both Hanson and Houston out of the ring!! They flip over the top rope before taking a tough tumble on the outside. Bane falls from the apron, to the floor. Some OCW personnel rush in to help him to the back. Night looks over at Tytus. Rost, still slightly winded, has no choice but to step in and continue for his team~
Smith: Smart move by Eon Night. He knows Rost is winded.
Hood: Yea, I’ll give the guy credit…that was very CJ-like
Smith: Yes, almost like it was a spot for CJ but had to get changed because CJ’s knee is in pain and running like that wouldn’t make much sense
Hood: Yes, almost
~Rost sucks it up and goes right after Eon. Night, perhaps feeling challenged after his previous in-ring experience with Rost earlier in the match, does not back down. Rost throws some extremely well balanced and precise strikes. Eon absorbs most of the blows. Night quickly realizes that, at this rate, he won’t last long. He throws a knee into the sternum of Rost, right beneath his chest. Rost gasps for air and leans forward, stopping in his tracks. Night hooks him for a DDT! The fans rise but Rost shoves Night off of him, dropping to one knee, gasping for air~
Smith: Eon just kicked the wind right out of Rost’s lungs!
Hood: Yea and he nearly dropped Rost with that DDT of his
Smith: The TNT DDT
Hood: Yes, that one!
~Night goes back after Rost. He sees a vulnerable veteran in front of him and is attempting to put him down. He drills Tytus in the side of the head with a forearm strike. Rost is dazed, still on one knee. Eon gets him to his feet and hoists Tytus on his shoulders. Night turns and looks into the camera. Rost begins to move. He secures Night’s arms and jerks backward, yanking Night to the mat! The crowd goes wild~
Smith: Victim’s Choice! Victim’s Choice!! If Rost gets this locked in, it’s over!
Hood: Holy shit…this Tytus guy is actually kinda impressive
Smith: He’s a tremendously talented wrestler, Hood! Victim’s Choice gives Rost’s opponent the undesirable option of tapping before they get pinned. It’s one of the most devastating finishers in wrestling history
Hood: Hmm…well, then I guess Eon better not let him lock it in
~Rost almost…almost has it locked in! Curt is yelling at Eon to avoid it. He’s giving verbal directions on how to get to the ropes. Eon kicks his legs and does whatever he can to prevent Rost from wrapping his legs around Night’s right arm. Night, finally, whether on purpose, or not (we can’t tell) elbows Rost in the groin with his right arm! Rost grimaces and instantly lets go. The fans boo~
Smith: I know the fans aren’t happy but I really think that was simply a misfire by Eon
Hood: No shot in the nuts is a misfire, Smith.
Smith: Rost was trying to wrap his legs around Eon’s arm. The elbow was right there…it could DEFINITELY have been a misfire
Hood: Nope. Eon is turning to the dark side
~Night scrambles to his feet. Rost is back to one knee, smarting from the nut shot as well as winded once again from all the time he’s spent in the ring. The man is soaked in sweat. It drips from his forehead, to the mat. Night hustles over, knowing he’s got a window of opportunity. He snares Rost by his bald head and tries to hook him for a DDT. Rost fights out of it...he’s done his homework. Tytus stands upright and throws his head forward, smacking Eon in the chin. He goes to whip Eon into the ropes. Eon reverses the whip, catches Tytus and drops him with the TNT DDT!!! The crowd pops for the move. Eon gets Tytus on his back and makes the cover. Outside the ring we can see Canon hopping around, excited~
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Belvedere: Tytus Rost has been eliminated!
Smith: Great effort by Rost tonight. I hope he sticks around…if he does, he’ll shake that rust off and challenge the best we’ve got in OCW
Hood: Yea, the fucker can go. I deem him OCW worthy
Smith: I’m sure he’ll be relieved to hear that, Hood
~Rost rolls out of the ring. He lands on his feet on the outside and laps the apron in frustration. He turns to Ed and Hanson who are back on the apron. He apologizes to them for his elimination. They let him know that it’s okay and that they appreciate his effort. Rost heads to the back…he pauses for a moment. The fans give him a huge ovation. A ‘YOU’VE STILL GOT IT’ chant breaks out. Rost thanks the fan before making his exit. We overhear CJ say “ABOUT FUCKING TIME”. The man is impatient, as usual. Hanson looks at Ed. The crowd chants “NOAH!” Ed motions for Noah to take center stage. Eon looks at CJ and asks CJ if he wants a piece. CJ declines, for a change. Noah steps into the ring to a huge ovation from the crowd~
Smith: And now we get our first look at the WWH Champion!
Hood: When was the last time we had some other promotion’s champion over here?
Smith: It’s been awhile…OCW has always been notorious for not playing well with others. Marcus Welsh has worked to change that and, tonight, we’re seeing a new trend perhaps take flight
Hood: Well let’s see what this fucking guy has. I predict he gets his ass beat by CJ
~Noah approaches Eon and the two lock up! Eon continues to display toughness and courage…he sees this as a big opportunity to prove himself. Noah snatches Eon in a side headlock! Eon shoots Noah into the ropes. Noah bounces off. Eon ducks. Noah hurdles Eon and comes to a stop. Eon turns around, expecting Noah to be running. Instead he finds a boot to the gut followed by a Snap Suplex! Eon hits hard. The fans cheer Noah~
Smith: Noah makes a living by outsmarting his opponents
Hood: He just tricked a guy named EON. Can we hold off the Tesla comparisons for a bit?
Smith: I never compared him to Tesla!
Hood: Edison, okay. I could allow that. But not Tesla!
Smith: Again, I never said he was Tesla!
~Noah returns to his feet. Eon isn’t far behind. Night goes after Hanson but, again, is met with an unexpected blow…this time in the form of a straight right hand. Eon staggers. Hanson moves forward, hooks his arms around Eon, lifts him up and plants him into the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex!!! The crowd is really fired up! Canon runs his hands through his hair…he’s feeling the match, perhaps, start to slip away. Hanson heads to the corner~
Smith: Noah Hanson has changed the momentum of this match! He’s got Eon in prime position for an elbow drop he calls The Ladykiller!
Hood: That man is a ladykiller? Cool
Smith: Nice to see you’re warming up to Noah Hanson!
Hood: Oh, I don’t care about him. I’m just over here thinking that if he’s a lady killer then I might be the modern day James Dean
Smith: Please
~Noah reaches the top and looks down at Eon, who hasn’t moved. Curt hops onto the apron and rushes over, grabbing Noah by the foot! The crowd boos heavily! Houston leaves his team’s corner and rushes over. He grabs Curt and delivers a headbutt! Curt is staggered…Ed grabs onto Curt, both men on the apron and he leaps off the apron, dropping Curt with a Spanish fly!! The crowd goes wild!! Noah regains his balance and leaps off with an elbow…but Eon moves!!! Noah’s elbow drives straight into the mat. Night pops back to his feet, showing great resiliency~
Smith: Curt distracted Noah just long enough to give Eon time to recover!
Hood: Curt is the man!
~Night yanks Noah to his feet with a purpose. He hooks him for the TNT DDT. He moves swiftly to deliver it…but Noah rips his head away!! Eon falls on his back without anyone to DDT…the back of his head slams into the mat. He reaches back, holding it in pain. Noah, gripping his elbow turns around to spot the young, fresh, fired up Ed on the apron. He heads over and makes the tag. The place erupts with cheers! Ed leaps into the ring over the top rope. Noah returns to the mat, holding his elbow~
Smith: Noah’s elbow is in pain. But he was still able to avoid Eon Night’s devastating TNT DDT
Hood: And here comes that NASA flunkie
Smith: Or, as I like to refer to him as…the reigning Wrestler of the Month!
Hood: I can’t believe you said that on air with all these people watching!
~Eon, seeing Ed return to the match, gets to his feet and heads to his corner. He tags CJ! CJ’s eyes widen, he points at his knee. Eon shrugs, holding his head and stepping onto the apron. CJ enters into the match with a very noticeable limp. Houston rushes over and throws some kicks at CJ’s knee. Each one lands…each one forces CJ’s knee to nearly give out. O’Donnell hobbles around, desperate. He’s trying to find a way to protect his knee. Canon slaps Eon on the leg and questions why he tagged out. Eon refuses to acknowledge Curt~
Smith: Team Canon displaying some cracks
Hood: CJ’s CLEARLY hobbled. Why the fuck did Eon tag out?
Smith: Eon’s been in there for a while…don’t you think the man deserves a break?
Hood: NO
~Houston, using his quickness, manages to snare CJ’s bad leg. O’Donnell, hopping on one leg, holds his hands out and tries to bargain with Ed. Ed, though, is unwilling to listen. He prepares for a dragon screw. CJ, though, reaches forward and thumbs Ed in the eye! He jumps in the air, off his good leg, and smacks Ed in the side of the head with an Enziguri!!! The fans boo!!! Curt is clapping on the outside, cheering CJ on. O’Donnell returns to his feet and backs into a corner, still sporting the limp~
Smith: Can this man EXIST without breaking some kind of rule?
Hood: Yes, he could exist by doing that…but wouldn’t LIVE
Smith: Whatever
~Houston, woozy, gets to his feet. CJ measures him up and takes off. He runs through his limp and leaps in the air with IRISH KNOWLEDGE! He hits Ed right in the face!! Ed goes down like a sack of tomatoes (gotcha). CJ hits the mat behind head and instantly reaches for his knee. Curt slaps the mat, trying to encourage CJ to go for the pin~
Smith: Irish Knowledge…but on that injured knee! How much damage was done…how much additional damage was accrued?
Hood: Get up, CJ! Pin that flunkie! Pin that son of a simpleton!
~CJ finally turns his focus to Ed. He’s been holding his knee for a while. Canon is yelling “PIN HIM! PIN HIM! C’MON CJ!” O’Donnell finally makes it to Ed by dragging his damaged leg. He makes the cover, grimacing in pain. Scruff slides in with the count~
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: Ed kicked out of Irish Knowledge!
Hood: No, no he did not! That was a WEAK ASS Irish Knowledge! CJ’s knee is injured…stop the match! Stop the match before CJ gets seriously injured or, worse, pinned by that flunkie!
Smith: This is Death March, Hood. If CJ goes down with an injury, well, that’s just how it works
~CJ slaps the mat and reaches over, grabbing Scruff by the collar while the two men are on the mat. Scruff tries to pull away but CJ’s strength is too much. The crowd boos. Noah yells from the apron at CJ to let go of the ref. But CJ is furious! He points in Scruff’s face and screams at the man, calling him any and every derogatory word that pops up in his mind. Realizing it’s of no use, CJ tosses Scruff to the side and reaches for the ropes, using them to return to his feet. The fans chant “ASSHOLE” at the man. CJ blocks the fans out and focuses on Ed. Houston is on one knee, staring at the mat with a faraway gaze. CJ hobbles over…Houston suddenly pops up and grabs CJ’s bad leg! He drops CJ to the mat with a Dragon Screw leg whip!!! CJ falls to the mat but struggles to get back to his feet. He does…but is unable to put any weight on his knee. The man is acting out of instinct. Houston pops back up and snares CJ in a Small Package! Scruff slides in with the count! The fans count along~
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Belvedere: CJ O’Donnell has been eliminated!
~The crowd goes wild! CJ slaps at the mat and looks at Scruff, who gets as far away from CJ as possible. Houston sits up, wide eyed and stunned that he was able to pin CJ. Canon’s hands are atop his head, in shock. He staggers back, leaning against the Plexiglas wall belonging to the bleachers. Eon shakes his head and steps into the ring~
Smith: One of the favorites – CJ O’Donnell has just been eliminated!
Hood: No! No! NO!
Smith: This is where it gets serious, Hood. Contenders are about to fall away
Hood: CJ beat the clock! How the FUCK did he not make the final?
Smith: A different night…a one shot opportunity. Anything can happen.
~A furious CJ rolls out of the ring. Canon is there to help him. CJ points at Scruff, warning the ref. He also throws some choice words Houston and Hanson’s way. Curt tries to calm him down. CJ is obstreperous. There is no calming him down…not after losing his shot at the OCW Title. OCW security comes out, ensuring that CJ leaves ringside. CJ tells them to fuck off. He puts his arm around Curt’s shoulder and, together, they exit the ringside area. This leaves Eon Night as the final member of Team Canon in the ring…he’s left to deal with Houston and Hanson~
Smith: I guess Captain Curt has given up hope
Hood: Wouldn’t you? It’s over. CJ was the ace. The ace got cracked.
Smith: Let’s give Eon Night some credit. Let’s see what he can do…maybe he can make a name for himself
Hood: Let’s hope so because the name Eon blows
~Houston tags Hanson in, displaying the team work that has led to their two on one advantage. Eon, as he’s been all night, is ready. Hanson and Eon lock up! Hanson applies another side headlock! Eon, though, is ready for it…he slips out, from behind and pins Hanson’s arm against his back. It’s the arm with the agitated elbow. Noah grimaces. Night senses the pain and remembers the injury…he switches positions, pulls Noah’s arm out, extending it and yanks as hard as he can! Noah yells out in pain. Eon does this again and again and again until Noah falls to one knee. Eon takes the arm and slings it at the mat, elbow first! Noah’s elbow spikes against the mat…again, Hanson is writing in pain. Night rushes to secure the arm before Noah can pull it in~
Smith: Eon is taking Noah’s elbow apart. It’s smart for several reasons…the most important being that his elbow, much like CJ’s knee, is essential to Noah executing his top rope elbow
Hood: Too bad, so sad. Get this Hollywood wannabe outta here! Send him back to doubleyou doubleyou whatthefuckever
Smith: He’s our guest. We’re his host. Be polite! Show some hospitality
Hood: Hospitality? He walked into our house and took a giant crap all over the new Persian rug. How DARE he outlast CJ
~Eon steps on Noah’s hand, palm up. He takes his other foot and stomps on the break in Noah’s arm, at the elbow. Noah yells out in pain and finally brings his arm in, rolling around. Eon can’t help but to smile over his efforts…the OCW rookie is taking the WWH champion apart before our very eyes~
Smith: I can’t see how Noah Hanson will be able to continue.
Hood: Neither can I…let’s go ahead and end the match, giving Eon the win.
Smith: Hey! What about Ed?
Hood: Ah, shit…he’s still out there? Fucking flunkie
~Eon aggressively grabs Noah by the hair. It’s clear the OCW newcomer is beaming with confidence…downright ebullient! He goes for the TNT DDT…Noah is wearing the fatigue of a man dealing with a very painful injury. Eon has him hooked…but he’s quickly flipped onto his back as Noah snares the man’s legs! Hanson, fighting through the pain in his arm, falls back with a slingshot! Eon flies through the air and lands face first into the top buckle!! He stumbles backward. Hanson returns to his feet, snares Eon and drops him with a Russian Leg Sweep using his ‘good’ elbow. Hanson turns and heads toward Houston, who is eager for the tag~
Smith: Noah Hanson is showing the resiliency and grit of a champion! WWH should be proud!
Hood: I cannot BELIEVE some guy from another place and the flunkie are going to advance. WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Hanson makes the tag! The fans go wild! Houston leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off with a leg drop onto Eon! Houston returns to his feet, fired up! Night gets to his, slowly. Houston lunges forward and drills Eon with HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM (superkick)!!! Eon goes stiff as a board before hitting the mat. Houston points toward the corner! The fans are chanting “YES! YES!” Ed hustles over and effortlessly jumps from the mat to the buckle…he turns around, facing Eon Night~
Smith: And now the former Craze Champion…the final LightWeight Champion in OCW history will take flight! It’s BLASTOFF!
Hood: I need a drink.