OCW Presents: Death March
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

"WHEN IT'S TIME TO PARTY, WE WILL PARTY HARD!"

~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…

Death March
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~

1!

2!

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~

1!

2!

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~

1!

2!

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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3!!!!

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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3!!!!

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.

~Before Ed can jump he receives a SHOVE from behind! The hysteria is stalled. The fans go quiet…they then boo, VORACIOUSLY. Curt Canon hops off the apron. Ed flips over and lands on his back, near Eon. Curt wipes his palms against one another, with a look of achievement on his face. Scruff turns to call for the bell~

Smith: Is Scruff going to DQ Team Canon?

Hood: Probably, the way this night has gone

Smith: I know what Curt did certainly EARNS that decision…however, it would penalize Eon Night who has put in a stellar performance.

~Scruff looks down at Eon, thinking what Smith is arguing. He pulls his hand back and decides AGAINST a DQ. The crowd is mixed on this decision. Houston, meanwhile, reaches the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. He looks out at Curt and points at him. Noah hops off the apron and goes after Curt. Canon takes off, exiting the ring area. Noah heads back toward the ring. His eyes widen…he yells at Houston to turn around. Houston does and receives a kick to the gut by Eon! The fans begin to freak out~

Smith: Eon Night is back in this!

Hood: That damn Noah Hanson! Quit ruining Eon’s game, man!

Smith: He’s watching his teammate’s back, Hood!

~Eon goes to secure the TNT DDT. Ed, however, bends at the knees and kicks off the mat. He flips over and gets his legs wrapped around Eon’s neck! Eon staggers back, with Ed on his shoulders, in the powerbomb/hurricanrana position. Houston leans back, looking for a frankensteiner…Eon, through, stands his ground! Houston flips to the canvas without Eon and lands hard! Both knees impact the mat. He’s uneasy…unsteady…he gets to his feet, scrambled. Eon kicks him in the gut and drops him with TNT DDT!!! The crowd pops with a stunned aura. Eon makes the cover. Scruff slides in~

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3!!!!

Belvedere: Ed Houston has been eliminated!

Smith: I can’t believe it!

Hood: Neither can these fans!

Smith: One of the favorites, Ed Houston has just been eliminated by Eon Night!

Hood: Welcome to the party, Eon Night. It appears as though you have arrived.

~A crestfallen Noah Hanson looks at his friend, Ed Houston. It’s clear Noah wanted Ed to win this…his sole purpose for getting involved was to propel the kid to the top. That goal, unfortunately, has been thwarted. Houston rolls out of the ring, visibly upset. Hanson hops off the apron to console his longtime friend. The crowd chants for Ed. He may not have won but he gave it his all, like he always does. Houston pats Noah on the arm and tells him to finish the job. Noah nods Ed’s way. Houston makes his exit. Eon, standing in a corner, watches all of this unfold. He’s far from moved…emotional concrete. He simply wants to resume the action~

Smith: And now Noah must forge ahead for Team Houston. It’s not the way they wanted it…far from what they envisioned but this is where we are at

Hood: C’mon, Eon! I know I made fun of your name just a minute ago but please, please spare us from some other company’s champion infiltrating our main event!

Smith: Unlike you, I think that would be neat

Hood: That’s because you make poor life choices

~The crowd boos heavily when Curt Canon reappears. He’s back at ringside looking more confident than ever. He stands next to the corner where Eon resides, shouting words of encouragement. Again, Eon no sells the verbiage. Noah, middle of the ring, is ready to go. Eon wastes no time in obliging him. They meet in the middle with another lock up! Again, Noah transitions into a side head lock…using his good elbow. And, just like before, Eon tries to pin the arm back…he’s able to slip out easier than the previous interaction. It’s as though Noah GAVE his arm to Eon. And, well, that’s because he did…Noah spins around, having anticipated Eon’s act…he gains wrist control and pulls Eon in close, dropping him with a short arm clothesline!! Eon hits hard…the fans begin a “NOAH” chant as the WWH champion is in control and nearing the finish line~

Smith: Noah Hanson is a move or two away from advancing to the main event!

Hood: Too bad his elbow is fucked

Smith: He’s a true veteran…a cerebral competitor, I’m sure he will adjust

~Noah reaches for his arm. The blow rattled the already agitated nerves. Eon sits up, blinking rapidly, coming to mental grips with the blow. Noah pushes through the pain, grabbing Eon by his long hair. He yanks Eon to his feet and hooks him for what appears to be a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep. Eon, though, finds Noah’s sensitive elbow and yanks on it!! This sends pain shooting through Noah’s body, causing him to let Eon go. Eon hits the ropes…he bounces off but catches a Rolling Elbow from Noah!!!! Eon goes limp and falls to the mat. Noah, having acted out of instinct, reaches for his damaged elbow…he’s wincing and pounding the bottom of his foot into the mat. Curt slaps at the apron and yells for Eon to get up~

Smith: Noah calls that Mirikuru! If he had a healthy elbow then this match would be over!

Hood: This fucking guy just can’t stop using his elbow!

Smith: Elbows are used quite often in wrestling, Hood

Hood: No wonder bad basketball players make good wrestlers

~Noah guts through the pain, returning to his feet. The savvy vet realizes too much time has elapsed for a pin to be plausible – especially after witnessing Eon’s effort up to this point in the match. So, Noah recalibrates and reaches down for Eon with his good arm. Eon surprises Noah with a Small Package! The crowd rises to their feet! Canon hops up and down on the outside~

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3…NO!

Smith: Noah Hanson kicked out!

Hood: Are we SURE that wasn’t three?

Smith: Scruff says it’s two!

Hood: *grumbles*

~Noah and Eon reach their feet simultaneously. Neither man argues the count…there’s too much at stake. Noah reaches for Eon…but Eon boots Noah in the gut. He hooks him for TNT DDT!! The crowd rises! Noah transitions, waist locking Eon from behind. He bullies Eon forward into the ropes. Leaning forward, generates enough torque for his body to slingshot backward…he holds onto the top rope. This sends Noah tumbling head over heels. Night pivots around and goes after Noah. Hanson reaches his feet and Eon lunges forward, attempting to hit the TNT DDT once again. Noah ducks Eon’s grasp! Eon turns around and is hit with Mirikuru for a second time! This time via Noah’s good elbow!! Eon falls to the mat! The crowd goes wild! Noah makes the cover, hooking Eon’s leg with his good arm. Scruff slides in, making the count~

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3!!!!

~The bell rings! The fans leap to their feet! Curt Canon slaps the mat with both hands in frustration~

Belvedere: Here is your winner the lone survivor….NOAH HANSON!!!!!

Smith: Noah Hanson did it! He outlasted Eon Night! What a match!

Hood: Terrific…let’s just let this guy from some other company win an OCW title shot…TERRIFIC

Smith: He’s got a long, long way to go before that’s possible…but, he has survived, which is a start

Hood: Damnit, man…this was CJ’s night! It was RUINED by this foreign team put together by Ed. This is just like the 2016 election!

Smith: Yea, I’m not touching that

~Hanson gets his hand raised. His expression displays excitement and fatigue. In the background we see an angry Canon storming to the back. Hanson exits the ring and retrieves his WWH championship. The crowd gives him a strong ovation. Eon, meanwhile, is left in the ring. The fans all stand and give the man a huge ovation for his effort~

Smith: Eon Night made a name for himself tonight, Hood. He went toe to toe with a legend…he pinned Ed Houston. This guy is a star

Hood: Yea, I can’t argue with that. Just wish he had finished the job

Smith: He came very, very close

~Eon exits the ring, clearly disappointed. The OCW personnel rush out, getting things ready for the next match~

Smith: So Noah Hanson is in tonight’s main event. That’s the first of, at least four names that will compete for an OCW Title shot.

Hood: Shit’s crazy…the champion of some other company could win the OCW Championship to kick off the new year. Strange things, Smith. And we’re not even at the circle K!

Smith: Folks, we’re getting ready for our next match…so, while things get situated out here, let’s head backstage

~We cut backstage where a figure emerges. It’s sprinting toward the event. “I Ran” by Flock of Seagulls picks up. It’s THAT GUY! The running man from Serial Thrillers! He’s made it all the way to Canada! How did he get beyond the border? Whatever, the guy looks GREAT! He’s lost nearly all his weight…in the best shape of his life~

Fan: Woo! Run man, run!

Fan 2: Yea bro, keep going! You’re an inspiration for us all!

Fan 3: Keep protecting that business, bro!

~He doesn’t listen, he just keeps running and running. The fans are cheering him on, the ones with, apparently backstage access. He runs and runs…right into a giant arm belonging to someone!!! He gets clotheslined to the ground, landing with a HARD thud on the frozen, trampled ground. The arm belongs to OGDA! He was doing some exercises to warm up. He looks down, spotting the man and reaches down to help him up. The running man shakes his head ‘no’. He is breathing heavily and beginning to relax. His quivering arm reaches out with a thumbs up sign~

Running Man: …thank…you…

~His arm falls to the side as he passes out from exhaustion~

Fan: MEDIC! We need a medic!!!

~We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Even on a night as serious as this we can’t escape…stuff like that

Hood: CLASSIC OCW BABY! Well, here we are folks. Almost, what? 2 months ago?

Smith: To be honest, it felt like ten years ago.

Hood: Really?

Smith: Ten years ago, in a second life where I was this really hot smoking lesbian chick and I was making love to my life partner Jennifer Aniston. Hot passionate love.

Hood: I feel like we’re slightly off topic now.

Smith: Listen, we can talk about my partner Jennifer or how disgustingly obese Nanook is. Take your pick.

Hood: So 2 months ago, Nanook and Joe made a bet. A bet in which ArmBar Armstrong, now going by the name Sarge, faced The Captain. This bet was a winner takes all kind of bet. Nanook put up the rights to The Captain, and Joe, the rights to ArmBar, now called Sarge. Nanook, With some cheating, won. So he became the agent to the Sarge.

Smith: If any of you care.

Hood: Joe, slightly angered by what happened, and in losing Armbar, made yet another bet with Nanook and these 2 decided to double down on the original bet, this time, it’s a winner takes all! So if Nanook’s guys win, Nanook is once again, in control of OGDA. But if Joe’s guy, some guy named Henry, then Joe gets Armbar back and he gets The Captain.

Smith: Let’s be honest, none of those knuckleheads are worth investing in.

Hood: Well OGDA is worth having in your portfolio. He is the OCW Craze Champion.

Smith: So like, 1 guy is worth your time.

Hood: Yes. Anyways folks! Tonight is the contract signing for that rematch! A handicap match! The Captain and The Sarge! Versus, Henry?

~Inside the ring is a table with 2 chairs on one side of the table with Nanook and all of his girth seated next to The Captain! On the other side of the table are 2 empty chairs.~

~NIght Club’s “Dear Enemy” then begins to play. Walking out from the back in a nice white fur, oversized coat is Double J Joe Jones. Armbar Armstrong follows him out in his ring gear. ~

Hood: A well decorated athlete in his own right, a 14 time champion Joe Jones. Only a couple of months removed from being the Whirlwind Champion. Many have questioned why Joe doesn’t get in the ring here in OCW with many feeling he could be a legit challenger to Matt Mayhu.

Smith: No one is saying that. Stop lying.

Hood: Well, I did so.

Smith: And you’re an idiot. Clearly Joe is afraid of Matt.

~Joe and Armbar make their way down to the ring with many Rainbow Warriors cheering for Joe. Joe is afterall, wearing a OGDA shirt under his coat of dead bunnies. After a couple of high fives with some shining stars at ring side, Joe and Amrbar climb into the ring.~

~The Captain stands up, ready for a fight and he and Armbar, who has never seen eye to eye, stare each other down. The music fades out and Joe takes the contract that was already agreed to and tosses it on the table. Nanook looks at it and tosses a pen on the table.~

Nanook: Sign it Joe. You sign first!

~Joe smirks. He scoops up the pen. He clicks it. He spins the folder that holds the contract for the handicap match and flips it open. Joe then leans over towards the table and scribbles down his name. He clicks the pen, tosses it at Nanook and motions for Nanook to sign it. ~

~The Captain tightens up his leather gloves and is itching for a fight. Armbar keeps his eyes fixed on him.~

~Nanook laughs. He leans forward, the back of his suit shirt testing out the seam work and he shuffles the folder around towards him, takes the pen, clicks it, and signs his name to the contract. Afterwhich, he throws the pen back in Joe’s face and laughs. Nanook scoops up a mic and stands up.~

Nanook: Joe! I have known you for over close to two decades now! I have known you longer than I have known my sweet, fine looking wife Summer! I worked with your daddy! I started to train you when the wall fell in Berlin and you were able to escape. Do you remember those days? Joe? Do you?

~Joe picks up the other mic and wet his lips.~

Joe: Yup. Fatty, I remember those days. You were what? 150 pounds lighter? Wearing a cow suit. Going by the name Mesmar.

~Nanook laughs.~

Joe: Mesmar! The Cow God! Obey! The Cow god! Then, yeah? Then theres, what?

~Joe snaps his fingers a couple of times.~

Joe: Baba? Baba Ganoush?

~Nanook laughs again.~

Joe: Then….let’s see. You were a cowboy. A fat cowboy.

~Nanook nods.~

Joe: A Roughneck. That’s a guy who works on oil platforms for the ones of you who don’t know. Oh! Then you were a crabber! That’s because I think you had crabs from, what was her name? Katherine?

Nanook: I can’t remember, there has been so many women in my life.

Joe: Yeah, all 2 of them. I’m pretty sure you had other gimmicks in there too Tubby, always searching for something to work. But then, then you finally hit on something. You finally found a winner when you became, Nanook, the Irate Eskimo. You see folks, Lard ass here is from Alaska and he thought a angry, baby seal hitting eskimo would be the ticket, that one thing that the crowd would connect with. And! Let’s be honest, it kinda worked! Here we are, 20 years later, you’re still Nanook.

Nanook: I am! Super Agent to the stars! I take guys who can’t win, who never been in this sport, and I make them winners! Like you! How many titles did you win on my watch?

Joe: Oh? Let’s see? 13?

Nanook: And how many in the last 4-5 years? Without my guidance and drive! Without me making deals! Getting you in those high profile matches? Making real money! Becoming someone better than your old man! A icon of this sport! A true legend! How many Joe? How many titles have you won?

Joe: That, would be one Nanny. You know, One more than you won in your ENTIRE CAREER!

Smith: Oh, that was low.

Joe: Before you go on and on about how good you have been to me and my career. Allow me to share a story! The story of Nanook, the guy who left me high and dry in Knoxville, who didn’t do his job and get me my release from that company when it went belly up! But that was okay! You see, Nanook here, he had himself a new shiny toy, he had Bester! Today you know Bester as OGDA, OCW Craze Champion! For 2 years, me. James, Billy, we were tied to those contracts to a company that was no longer around in Knoxville! For 2 years, we couldn’t work! And when we tried to, the parent company sent in their lawyers to put a stop to it, and who did they bring with them every time? Why it was you. You! Who signed us to that 360 deal! Who signed away all of our rights and for what? A couple of extra bucks!

Nanook: I didn’t hear you bitching about that deal when they sent you the check!

Joe: That’s just it fat ass! We only got ONE CHECK! I was a fucking multi champion at the time! World Tag Team and Heritage champion! And not one fucking check was coming my way! Oh! But you got paid! You got paid real good! For 4 years! I only got that one check! When the company went belly up, no check! I went out on the indy circuit! I had to PAY THEM! EVERYTHING! I lost everything! My house in Miami! Had to sell it to eat! My place in New York! Had to dump it cuz I couldn’t pay the taxes! I even lost my ESW money! The money I got when I sold my shares in ESW. It cost me everything to break that 360 deal! EVERYTHING!

~Joe glares at Nanook, so pissed at him. Nanook shrugs.~

Joe: That is why, Buddy! I’m going to take everything from you! I am going to ruin your career, deep six your life like you did mine! In 2019, when a date is set for this Handicapped match, when my guy, beats your guy into the ground. When I then own every asset you own. When I own your company! When I own you! When I bankrupt you! Then we’ll be even!

~Nanook laughs.~

Nanook: Joe! Joe! You must have been dropped on your head one to many times in Mexico! You must have been slapped in the face by one too many dicks in your life! I don’t know! Either way! There is no way, this, Henry! Is ever going to beat The Captain! Or even him! ARMBAR in a handicapped match! I’ve seen the video joe! Henry is a junkie! He can’t even function without getting a fix! How do you expect a druggie to beat two….

~Nanook looks at Armbar, then he looks at The Captain and laughs.~

Nanook: One! One superior athlete in The Captain! Hmm? Joe! Answer that question!

~Nanook laughs! He elbows The Captain and laughs. He then looks at Joe and laughs. Joe, he begins to laugh too. This causes Nanook to pause, and get annoyed at him.~

Joe: Kim! (Nanook’s birth name) I got you. I got you good.

~Joe picks up the contract. He waves it in Nanook’s face, then he tucks it under his arm.~

Joe: You fucked over so many guys in your life. So many guys have a ax to grind. So, so many guys would love to put you in a pine box and plant you six feet deep! The thing is, not too many of those guys are willing to do the time. Except one!

~Nanook looks at The Captain. Joe nudges Armbar and they start to slowly back away from the table.~

Joe: You should read the fine print. You should actually pay a lawyer to read your contracts next time. I didn’t find some guy named Henry. You think I did. Buy, I found someone, I found….

~It’s Joe who now laughs.~

Joe: I found the guy you fucked over so hard, the one guy you had put away for ten years on trumped up charges. The guy, you took everything from! And I mean EVERYTHING! While you cashed in when you sold his company to Tommy, and he was locked up behind bars, he’s been waiting, waiting to get out, to get his hands on you. Kim! Payback is going to be a bitch buddy! Your worst nightmare, is now your reality. It took all my money from Mexico! It took all of my championship money!

Nanook: No!

Joe: It took all of my cut of Bester’s money here in OCW! It took every last T shirt sale to make it happen! Thank you by the way to everyone out there who bought a OGDA T Shirt.

Nanook: NO!

~Joe holds up the contract again.~

Nanook: NO! NO YOU DIDN’T!

Joe: Took 2 years, but I got him out!

Nanook: NO! OH GOD NO!

Joe: I got CHAMBER OUT KIM! AND HE’S REAL PISSED!

Nanook: WHAT?! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

“The roof, the roof, the roof is fire….
We don’t need no water.
Let the motherfucker burn!
Burn Motherfucker! BURN!!”

~Just as the arena lights cut, Joe and Armbar exit the ring. Coal Chamber Sway hits the PA System. A huge hulking figure emerges from the back. The house lights come back up to reveal Steve “Chamber” Sinclair! Seven Foot Four! 390 pounds and pissed off to hell. Nanook drops to his knees and begin to pray for mercy.~

Hood: Oh, My, God!

Smith: Look at the size of him! He fucking huge!

~Chamber locks on his eyes on Nanook. Nanook, the mastermind behind the event that destroyed his world. Nanook, who talked his own brother into kidnapping his wife and son, A brother he almost killed with his bare hands. In what was a big power play to gain control of the ESW, The Northeast's biggest promotion at the time. With Chamber out of the way, Nanook assumed control and promptly sold the company off to the highest bidder, cashing in big time.~

~Nanook tells The Captain to go get him, and before the Captain and even react, Chamber sprinted down to the ring, Slide under the bottom rope, snapped to his feet and spears him in two! The place goes crazy seeing this car crash happen in the ring. Nanook screams and quickly rolls out of the ring! Chamber goes after him, But Nanook’s chubby fat legs hurl him over the barriads and into the crowd. Chamber stares him down for a second before turning his attention back to the Captain!~

Hood: Holy hell! 5 Steps and he was in the ring! The Captain is out!

Smith: Out cold!

~Chamber reaches down with his huge hand and takes a hand full of hair and lifts The Captain up. He glares at Nanook who is backpedaling through the fans trying to get away as fast as he can. Chamber hooks The Captain in a powerbomb, snaps him up in the air, and drives him down into the mat with a authority! The Captain doesn’t move.~

~Chamber steps over him, takes him by the hair again and scoops him up in another power bomb! This time one armed, and as hard as he can, drives him through the ring! The crowd reacts according.~

Smith: There might not be a match!

Hood: I think the Captain is done! Is he? Is he bleeding?

~The captain coughs up some blood and it comes gushing out of his mouth. A couple of OCW officials slide into to check on the Captain who looks to be seriously hurt. Chamber glares at Nanook who has made his way towards the back and to what he feels is safety. Chamber looks down at The Captain, and shoots Nanook a look.~

Smith: No! No! Someone stop him! No more!

Hood: If you have little kids! Have them look away!

~Chamber scoops The Captain up one last time! He puts him into position for another powerbomb, but instead of hoisting him in the air, he lifts him for a PILEDRIVER! Every Ref, medical staff and even Sugar Valentine is in the ring trying to stop this! Chamber leaps and kicks his legs out! The air is sucked out of the arena as Chamber drives The Captain down into the mat with a piledriver! ~

~The Captain is a heap in middle of the ring and the place is silent as Chamber slowly stands up, smacking his hands together, smacking the “dirt” from them. He steps over The Captain and towards the ropes and leans on them, towards Nanook, who is white as a ghost. His death stands before him. He drops to his knees, and begins to shed a tear.~

Smith: We’ve, we’ve got to take a break! Holy fuck. This is too much.

~EMTS rush down to the ring dragging a stretcher and backboard as we cut away…….~

~Camera fades backstage and you see Curt Canon and CJ O’Donnell walking outside the ring area, through the snow. CJ is sporting a limp. He’s evidently refused medical attention ~

O’Donnell: It’s fucking bullshit. Harrison and Savage did us dirty.

Canon: Tony isn’t a mercenary for hire he is a flat out bitch.

O’Donnell: I tried to warn you about him as he is flaky as a mother fucker. Thank god we gave him fake money for his services.

Canon: You call that service, you get better service at a Taco Bell.

O’Donnell: Mike Harrison next big thing more like let’s ride these coattails.

Canon: Hey it was your idea to attack TIO. We could of used him.

O’Donnell: Fuck TIO. I’m waiting for him to comeback because he already has one foot in the grave.

Canon: Look over there…

~ Down beaten path Tony Savage is seen walking out of a portable bathroom. He is smirking from ear to ear. CJ sneaks up on Savage. ~

O’Donnell: HEY DOUCHE BAG …

~ As Savage turns around CJ clocks him with a closed right fist. As soon as Savage hits the wall of the portable bathroom Canon comes flying in with a high flying single knee kick. Savage slumps to the ground and for a finish touch CJ drives his good knee into the face of Savage. ~

Canon: Your services suck.

O’Donnell: Word of advice Tony you are not a mercenary for hire you a bitch who runs his mouth and is full of hot air and empty promises.

~ Harrison comes walking down the same path and doesn’t pay any attention to Curt or CJ. Wrong move as it seems to piss off Canon. He runs up behind Harrison and pushes him headfirst into another portable bathroom. As Mike grabs his forehead to check to see if he was busted open O’Donnell hits him with a European Uppercut. It staggers Harrison and CJ connects with a swift kicks to the nuts. Harrison is about to fall but CJ holds him up. Canon locates a steel chair and cracks Harrison with it. ~

Canon: Hype. Fuck that. We are here to kick ass and ask questions later.

O’Donnell: I expected more from you Mike. You had promise kid but just like Savage promises don’t mean jack shit to us.

Canon: From now on everything we need to handle we will handle ourselves. I sat here, extended an olive branch reached out to people who I thought had what it takes to survive in OCW. Had what it takes to do something, but they turned out to be just another random OCW flavor of the week. Death March was just another battle in mine and Eds war….Nothing will be over until I say it is over….However I do like that Eon kid.

O’Donnell: Atleast he showed us some effort tonight. He might have promise only time will tell.

~ Camera goes back to the announcers. ~

Smith: Honestly, I can’t blame CJ and Curt

Hood: CJ should get that knee looked at.

Smith: I agree. Where is the Knife Man, anyway?

Hood: I’m sure he’s prepared for a busy evening

Smith: Indeed…well folks it’s time for our second Death March match of the evening!

Death March
Team Langston vs. Team Hellbitches

Belvedere: The following is a Death March Elimination Match where the survivors will move onto the Soul Survivor Match at the end of the night. Introducing first…

~“Raining Blood” by Slayer hits as the team of Hellbitches come out. Hellraven comes out first to cheers from the fans. She is then joined by her mentor, Jacqui Monroe, who looks focused on this upcoming match. She looks on at Hellraven with some pride. The two are joined by Ariel Shadows, who looks equally eager to get out into the ring. The fans erupt as they are soon joined by the person hand chosen by Mike Zybala to represent him: Amy Jo Smythe. The four women bring their fists together before heading down to the ring.~

Belvedere: They are the team of Hellraven, Jacqui Monroe, Ariel Shadows, and Amy Jo Smythe. They are the Hell Bitches

Smith: And there they are. They are the most progressive team in Death March tonight. This is revolutionary for this company. They look to be breaking walls tonight.

Hood: You realize that we already had an all-women’s team; like four years ago. It was WAAAAYYYY before this Me Too movement crap and everyone trying to be progressive these days. They are women who fight. Luckily, their opponents want a fight as well.

Belvedere: And their opponents…

~“I am Legend” by Colton Dixon plays across the arena as Vincent “The Legend” Langston appears on the stage with Zolton, Dangerous Dan, and Crazy Chris. The four men are welcomed by boos from the crowd as the four women in the ring stare them down. Langston leads his group of fighters down the walkway as they are ready for a hell of a fight. They circle the ring, getting ready to pounce at any of these four women.~

Belvedere: …they are the team of Vincent “Legend” Langston, Zolton, and The Wild Bois. They are Team Langston!

~With both teams in the ring, Puff calls for the bell and each side huddles together, deciding who will start for their sides. The Hellbitches then turn toward Team Langston, who are fighting about who wants to start. Jacqui Monroe leads the charge as they rush towards their opponents, and begin beating on the men with clubbing blows. Jacqui works on Zolton. AJS nails Langston with kicks to the gut as he reels. Hellraven and Ariel Shadows each have Crazy Chris and Dangerous Dan along the turnbuckle. Raven is rocking Chris with rights and lefts as Shadows hits knife edge chops on Dangerous Dan. ~

Smith: Langston wants a fight and The Hellbitches are bringing one to him right now.

Hood: They are taking cheap shots. They’d be crying if Langston’s team did the same.

Smith: I highly doubt that.

~Langston ducks a punch from AJS and nails her with a forearm shot that sends her backwards. He grabs her and throws her shoulder first into the turnbuckle. He realizes that she might be a threat, so he grabs her and continues to work on her by headbutting her multiple times before whipping her over the top rope and into the outside. He climbs onto the apron and comes down on her with a diving axe handle to the outside.~

Smith: I think it is quite clear that Vincent understands that Amy Jo is quite the threat and he is making sure to alienate her as soon as possible.

Hood: She is just talk and hype. Also, she has too many jobs in real life to be a competent wrestler. I heard she was a cop. How does the force allow her to do this?

~Jacqui whips Zolton into the corner where Hellraven is working on Crazy Chris. Hellraven quickly moves out of the way before Zolton collides onto Chris. Shadows then whips Dangerous Dan onto Zolton and Chris. All three look dazed as Jacqui nails a shoulder tackle onto Dan. ~

Smith: Great team work here by Jacqui and her young proteges here. She is an undefeated Ascension Champion and one of our biggest stars in the past. This grizzled veteran is doing a good job of training the next generation.

Hood: I will admit that Monroe was quite the upgrade from Melinda Rhodes.

Smith: As good as Rhodes was, I think that Monroe was a much more trusted and accomplished ally to Hellraven. Everything worked out …well, maybe not for Langston’s team.

~Outside the ring, Vincent Langston grabs AJS by the hair and launches her into the ring post before slamming her head into the steel steps. He follows up by throwing her into the barricade. She hits it hard with her back. AJS recoils in pain. He is about to continue the onslaught, but when he turns around, he only sees Hellraven launching between the ropes with a tope that sends Langston colliding into the barricade and AJS. ~

Smith: WOW! Amazing save by Hellraven that takes out Langston for the time being. That can only help the Hellbitches as the assault on AJS stops for a little bit.

Hood: But I was enjoying watching him manhandle her.

~Back in the ring, Zolton and Dangerous Dan roll out of the ring after the damage they took from these ladies thus far. Jacqui sends Ariel to their corner as she cracks her knuckles, preparing to lay a good old fashioned beat down on Crazy Chris. Chris attempts to charge at Monroe, but she sidesteps and nails him with a spinning backfist that knocks the taste out of his mouth. She follows up with a double arm DDT that lays him out in the center of the ring.~

Smith: Both Monroe and Chris are OCW veterans, but Monroe is clearly showing off her prowess right now.

Hood: Give Chris time, he’ll put her in her place.

~Jacqui heads to her corner and tags in Ariel shadows who blasts out of her corner towards a Crazy Chris who is recovering. He is on his knees and she hits him with a kick to his side, then one to his other side, then the other side, the other, and she finishes off with a buzzsaw kick to the head. Crazy Chris reels in pain, but rolls away before Shadows could continue. He quickly tags in Zolton.~

Smith: Speak of an upgrade. Langston upgraded from Rowe and Vossler by recruiting his long time rival, Zolton, and the Wild Bois.

Hood: By “upgrade” you meant “beat the crap out of his former team mates.”

Smith: Second times the charm, I guess.

~Shadows attempts the spinning heel kick, but Zolton catches her before sending her back to the mat with a hiptoss. Before Shadows can make it to her feet, he pulls her up and nails her back down with a powerslam, highlighting his extreme power over her. Ariel attempts to crawl to her corner where Jacqui and Hellraven are waiting for her, but Zolton pulls her backwards and nails her with a sleeper hold slam that takes the wind out of Shadows. He drags her to his corner, tagging in Vincent Langston, who has finished up his job on Amy Jo Smyth~

Smith: Now it is time for Langston to lead by example here as he looks to take out Ariel Shadows before her career here even begins.

Hood: Not a big loss if he just ends her right here and now.

~Zolton sits Shadows on the turnbuckle in superplex position. Soon Langston joins him up there and the fans gasp as the two big men make her crumble to the center of the ring with a double suplex that completely lays her out. Langston pins her.~

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Smith: We are seeing some great resilience from Shadows here in the early going because that move from Zolton and Langston was brutal.

Hood: How …HOW was she able to kick out of that.

Smith: Again, she might have great resilience that no one expected.

~Jacqui and Raven cheer on Ariel as she is somehow able to kick out from that devastating move. Meanwhile, Crazy Chris and Dangerous Dan notice AJS struggling to her feet on the outside. They jump down from the apron and rock her with lefts and rights before she is able to recover. Dangerous Dan grabs the steel steps and launches them into the cranium of AJS. She falls to the announce table as Crazy Chris grabs a monitor off it and pounds it into the back of her head. Chris pulls her up before Dangerous Dan rocks her with a superkick, mocking Mike Zybala. This sends her back down to the concrete.~

Smith: AJS is still trying to get back in this, but the Wild Bois are just slaughtering her outside the ring. Again, they most know how big of a threat she is.

Hood: No. They just don’t want some cop ruining their fun. Don’t be surprised if they are arrested by the end of the evening.

~Meanwhile, back in the ring, Langston has Ariel Shadows in the corner turnbuckle and nails her with a series of ten punches until Puff breaks up anymore. Shadows falls forward into his arms. The legend continues to lay her out with a twisting backbreaker that sends her to the center of the ring. Raven and Jacqui urge her to get up, but she is still out and Langston is heading back to his corner to tag in Dangerous Dan. He instructs Zolton back down to the ringside to continue working on AJS. Zolton doesn’t like taking orders from him, but understands the threat that AJS possesses and does it reluctantly.~

Smith: Did you see that look from Zolton towards Langston. His team beat Zolton’s earlier in the year and you have to believe that there is at least a little bad blood between them at this point.

Hood: Team Langston is a well-oiled machine. How dare insinuate that there is still ill will between them?

~As Dangerous Dan whips her into the corner and follows up with a running knee to her cranium, Zolton grabs a steel chair and slams it over the back of Smythe, who hasn’t been allowed to even start the match. He then slams it over her cranium. In the ring, Dangerous Dan keeps her in the corner with smacks to the face. He puts her on the top turnbuckle and the fans are in awe as he lands the NIGHTMARE ON ENDD STREET off the top turnbuckle into the center of the ring. The fans urge her to keep fighting, but she looks completely out of it. Dangerous Dan mocks the fans before going for the pin.~

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…broken by Jacqui Monroe.

Smith: Dangerous Dan just showed why he has been an OCW fixture for years now. If it wasn’t for Monroe, Ariel would’ve been eliminated.

Hood: If she wants to stay in any longer, she is going to need to make that tag.

~Langston runs into the ring and starts hammering on her with MMA punches, but she fights back with strikes of her own. She whips the larger man into the ropes, but he catches himself. Hellraven is in the ring next to Monroe as she instructs her protege. They charge at Langston with a double clothesline that sends him over the top and onto the apron. Hellraven gets on her hands and knees as Jacqui launches herself off the ropes, jumps off the back of Hellraven and nails Langston with a superman punch that sends him to the floor below.~

Smith: HOLY SHIT! What great team work from Hellraven and Monroe there. They have been impressive thus far.

Hood: But Ariel is still the legal woman here and she is struggling. They can pull out all of the fancy moves they want, but as long as she can’t make the tag, they are on the losing end.

~Dangerous Dan charges at both them, but they lay him out with a 3-D in the middle of the ring. Puff sends them back to their corner as both Ariel and Dangerous Dan are down and out. Both legal competitors are out as the fans stomp on the seats, urging Ariel to get to her feet. Both are struggling to get to their corners now with the fans in a frenzy for what is obviously the hot tag spot.~

Smith: Both are down and both need to make the tag. JAcqui and Raven evened the odds, but Ariel needs to make that tag.

Hood: But look …Dan is closer to Zolton and we know he isn’t going to allow Ariel to make it to the corner.

~Dangerous Dan, having a bit more energy, is closest to his corner. Both Zolton and Chris have their arms out, ready for the tag. Meanwhile, Ariel is dragging herself where Hellraven and Jacqui are waiting for her. She is still a ways off though. The fans erupt as Dangerous Dan tags in Zolton. Zolton lumbers out of his corner and attempts to pull Shadows away from her corner, but she nails him with a drop toe hold that sends him cranium first into the turnbuckle. Shadows tags in Hellraven to a great ovation.~

Smith: YES! Hellraven is in and it will be her going toe to toe with the much larger Zolton.

Hood: And he will proceed to beat the living crap out of her.

~Hellraven bursts from her corner and sends Zolton backwards with a mule kick that sends him back to the turnbuckle. She nails him with a corner uppercut that sends him forward into a bulldog. The crowd claps her on as she waits for him to get back up to his feet. He tries to get back up, but she nails him with the scissors kick. Jacqui instructs her to keep herself fresh and holds out her hand. Hellraven makes the quick tag and Jacqui is back in.~

Smith: The grizzled vet is in and ready to kick some ass. There has been no elimination yet, but I think she is going to try to change that.

Hood: Well …is AJS even in this match anymore? AFter the beating she took, we might as well just consider her eliminated.

~Jacqui nails Zolton with a hard right first that sends him to his knees. Hellraven launches herself off the top rope with a hurricanrana. Raven is back to her corner with a recupperating Ariel Shadows as Monroe gets to work on Zolton. She pulls him up and kicks him in the ribs before nailing him with a spinning neckbreaker. She follows up with a running elbow drop. With Zolton down, she flips off Langston and the Wild Bois before rushing to the corner. She nails Langston with a hard right fist, then an elbow to Chris, and a headbutt to Dangerous Dan that sends him off the apron.~

Smith: Jacqui adding insult to injury as she takes out everyone else on Team Langston as well as Zolton.

Hood: That is going to bite her on the ass.

~She turns into an atomic drop from Zolton as Langston and Chris pile into the ring. This prompts Ariel and Hellraven in as well. Zolton works on Jacqui, while Hellraven trades blows with Crazy Chris. Ariel attempts to fight Langston, but she is still out of it. He promptly tosses her over the top rope. This allows him a chance to help Crazy Chris with Hellraven. He puts her on his knee as Chris launches himself off the turnbuckle with a leg drop. Puff urges them out of the ring, but they throw Hellraven over the top rope before they retreat.~

Hood… and it bit her on the ass as they just laid waste to all of them. I told you that they’ve been barking up the wrong tree here.

Smith: Perhaps you are right as they are at a disadvantage right now with Smythe out for the time being.

~Monroe is struggling to her feet as Zolton pulls her up and nails her with a vertical suplex. She attempts to get back up, but Zolton nails her with a throwing german suplex that sends her to the other side of the ring. Meanwhile, the fans go crazy as AJS limps up to her apron. Jacqui slumps to the corner turnbuckle …and the arena goes wild as Amy Jo Smythe tags herself in.~

Smith: YES! AMY JO SMYTHE IS IN THIS MATCH! She has come to the rescue here and maybe might be the Hellbitches only hope.

Hood: This only hope looks worse for wear here. I don’t think she will last a minute.

~The badly injured AJS charges at the ropes and springboards off with a forearm shot that sends Zolton backwards. He gets back to his knees, but she nails him with a shining wizard. She then springboards off the ropes with a second rope moonsault. The fans are so behind her with this comeback. Zolton is quickly back up, but she hits him with a headscissors takedown. ~

Smith: Despite her injuries, Smythe is putting on a hell of a clinic here against Zolton.

Hood: Wait …what is Chris doing with the chair!

~AJS pulls him up to his feet and prepares for a crusher of some kind, but Crazy Chris slides into the ring with a steel chair and nails her in the back with it. He then slams it over her head. This allows Zolton to hit his big match finishing move, The Pearly Gates. He makes the cover.~

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AMY JO SMYTHE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

Smith: NO! Amy Jo Smythe has been eliminated by Zolton with the help of Crazy Chris and that steel chair.

Hood: He just put her out of her misery.

Smith: That is clearly an illegal move. Puff needs to kick him out of here.

~As Amy Jo is sliding out of the ring, Puff condemns Crazy Chris for use of the steel chair in the middle of the match. He looks to Belvedere to tell him something. Zolton stands in the middle of ring, confused by all of this. The Hellbitches are screaming at Puff to do his job. Belvedere understands what he is saying and makes the announcement.~

Belvedere: CRAZY CHRIS HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED FROM THIS COMPETITON!

Smith: Puff is making the right decision here in DQing Crazy Chris from the match. After all the beatings they put down on her all evening, they all should be kicked.

Hood: They should all be handed medals for getting the pig out of the ring tonight. The last thing most of our roster wants is the presence of a cop.

~Crazy Chris argues with the call that Puff made. Soon, Team Langston is in the ring, threatening Puff. Then The Hellbitches are in and arguing back with them. This prompts Chris to go wild and JUST NAIL ARIEL SHADOWS WITH THE STEEL CHAIR. This prompts Hellraven to kick it into Chris’ face. Dangerous Dan hits her with a dropkick. Jacqui throws herself at Langston, but Zolton intercepts with a throwing German Suplex. Langston picks her up and starts nailing her with lefts and rights. In the middle of this scuffle, Puff manages to get Chris to leave the ringside area.~

Smith: …and a kerfuffle is now breaking out because of Puff’s call there. But the good news is that we are truly equal now.

Hood: It won’t be for long as Langston’s team has been in control throughout this whole match.

~All hell is breaking loose in the ring as Ariel struggles back to her feet and prevents the double team on Jacqui by launching herself at Zolton with brutal kicks to the sternum. Hellraven is getting beat by Dangerous Dan in the corner, but reverse it and hits him with brutal elbow shots to the temple. Jacqui nails Langston with an atomic drop that sends him to his knees. She follows up with big boot.~

Smith: There might be a size difference here, but Monroe is not letting it affect her here.

Hood: Even I have to admit that she has quite this toughness to her …and she cusses like a damn sailor.

~Hellraven nails Dangerous Dan with an epic Yakuza Kick to that sends him forward. He opts to slide out of the ring as the Hellbitches are regaining control here. Langston also slides out of the ring as Jacqui and Hellraven return to their corner. Ariel is back in the ring with the legal man and doing a good job of keeping him at bay. She springboards off the ropes with a spinning heel kick that sends him backwards. He pops back up, but springboards off them again INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!~

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SHOULDER UP!

Smith: Ariel was so close here as she nearly stole it from Dangerous Dan.

Hood: But she didn’t. He wasn’t going to let her get a three count.

~Zolton is shocked that he almost lost this one here to someone so new to the business. He charges at her with a clothesline, but she rolls out of the way. He is off the ropes, but is caught with a leg lariat from Shadows. The fans don’t know her well, but they are getting behind this young lady now. Zolton is on his hands and knees before Ariel blasts him with a curb stomp that plants his face into the mat. She attempts to cover him.~

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Broken by Vincent Langston

Smith: Those feet are so dangerous by Ariel Shadows. She is proving that here tonight.

Hood: Zolton is just playing possum. Have you seen the size of this man?

~For good measure, Vincent pulls her up by the hair and gives her a facewash along the ropes before throwing her backwards. He goes back to his corner. This allows Zolton to head back there as well. He tags in Dangerous Dan, who now wants revenge on Shadows. Dan pulls her up and immediately lays her back out with the Angel’s Wings he calls the Danger Zone. He laughs at her misfortune as she is writhing in the ring after that move. ~

Smith: Welcome to OCW, Ariel …meet probably the most Dangerous Man in the company history.

Hood: He’s survived Bifford. That is pretty damn dangerous if you ask me. And they are both STILL in the same company.

~Dangerous Dan looks back towards Jacqui Monroe and gives her back her middle finger from earlier. He goes back to work on Shadows and hits her with a tornado DDT in the center of the ring. He stalks Ariel, urging her to get back to her feet and when she does, he attempts a stunner. But she reverses it into a Shrinranui in the center of the ring. She quickly and desperately rushes to her corner to tag in Hellraven as the fans burst in cheers for the young up and comer again.~

Smith: Great move by Ariel to make sure that gets that tag in to Hellraven, who is becoming quite the big name here in OCW.

Hood: And she was just an afterthought when this team was captained by Rhodes, now she is practically the leader here.

Smith: I don’t think this team has a leader. It is just three women with respect for her each other.

~Hellraven launches herself at Dangerous Dan and immediately nails him with a running knee followed by a facebuster in the center of the ring. She waits for Dan to get back to his feet and nails him with the Quoth the Raven discus punch that sends him to mat. Jacqui and Ariel bursts out of the corner to intercept a charging Zolton and Langston. The two sides brawl as Hellraven makes the pinning attempt~

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DANGEROUS DAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Smith: HELL YEAH! Hellraven knocks the living life out of Dangerous Dan and out of the match.

Hood: Dammit! Now it is down to three on two as Zolton and Langston cannot be happy here.

Smith: This could very well be a notch in Zybala’s belt here tonight.

~With the Hellbitches leading three to one, Hellraven gets back to her feet as Dangerous Dan rolls out of the ring. Langston headbutts Jacqui off him and immediately decides to take matters into his own hands as he targets Hellraven. As Zolton lays out Ariel with a clothesline, Langston pulls up Hellraven and performs a German suplex that he rolls into another and then another. Hellraven is laid out in the middle of the ring before he goes in for the ground and pound on her. He repeatedly knocks the living crap out of her before pulling her up for a gutwrench suplex. He attempts the cover.~

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…kickout!

Smith: Langston knows that he has to equal this one out.

Hood: You don’t think he can do this all on his own if he wanted to?

Smith: No. I certainly do not.

~Hellraven tries to get back up, but Langston pulls her up by the hair and nails her with a Russian Leg Sweep. He pulls her up and lands the Scars of War on, making even Jacqui concerned for her protege’s survival here. He makes the pin again.~

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…Broken by Ariel Shadows!

Smith: That would’ve been all over with if it wasn’t for Shadows making the last minute save.

Hood: She should know her place and leave well enough alone.

~Zolton rushes into the ring, but Jacqui is out of her corner with a forearm shot towards him. He falls backwards. Both Ariel and Jacqui perform a joint shoulder tackle that sends him into the turnbuckle. Langston takes both of them down with a double clothesline.Langston looks proud of himself, but finds himself caught by a basement dropkick from Hellraven. Knowing that her partners are out for the time being, she takes the fight to Langston with a chop block. She follows up with a running punt to the head. She knows she needs to tag out, but both Jacqui and Ariel are attempting to recover from the shot from Langston. Hellraven has no choice but to keep this going. She runs and nails him with a baseball slide that sends him to the other side of the ring. She still looks to her corner where there is no one there yet. She is clearly frustrated by this. ~

Smith: Hellraven is in a bad place here as she has no one to tag in.

Hood: Looks like Langston is going to pick her off here.

~Hellraven turns back to Langston, pulls him up, but he immediately fishhooks her mouth. Puff informs him that that move is illegal, but he keeps it locked in. She struggles in before he lets go and nails her with the Twisting backbreaker. Knowing that he just needs to brutalize her, he locks in the Legend Lock. She is struggling in the move and can’t find her way out.~

Hood: YES! Raven is going to tap out here. There is no way that she can get out of the Legend Lock

Smith: She is in quite the bad place here.

~She cries out in pain as the hold remains in, but she tries to find her way to the ropes. There is no way …but Jacqui Moore has no problem breaking the rules a bit and grabs Hellraven’s arm, putting it on the rope. Puff tells Langston to break the hold. He refuses to do so …until Ariel Shadows runs in and breaks it up. Zolton chases her off as Langston tries to come to. He pulls Hellraven back up, but she again rolls him up.~

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…SHOULDER UP!

Smith: Hellraven is showing a lot of moxy here as she is able to get the roll up even after taking that submission.

Hood: But she still can’t take out Langston. I tell you, he is unstoppable.

~She rolls away as now he is getting frustrated and pissed off. She charges at him, but he chops her across the chest before throwing her into his corner. He goes to rock her with some punches, but Zolton tags himself in. This visually pisses off Langston. The two men who have had their problems begin to argue amongst themselves. The two are clearly not happy with each other and start to shove each other. Before they can even throw blows at each other, Hellraven dropkicks Langston with incredible strength that he drops out of the ring. Hellraven ducks a punch from Zolton. She goes to kick him, he catches, but she nails him with a twisting enziguri.~

Smith: Amazing reversal there by the thriving Hellraven. She is not going to be taken down here tonight.

Hood: I don’t even know how she is able to do it. She has been going it in this match without a tag for awhile now.

~Hellraven immediately runs to her corner to tag in Ariel Shadows. Zolton runs at her, but gets hit with her deadly finishing move …a BRUTAL ROUNDHOUSE KICK! She tags in Jacqui Monroe. The two of them whip Zolton into the corner. Hellraven is in as the three of them lift him up to the top turnbuckle. Jacqui joins her up there and nails him with a poisoned Frankensteiner onto the knee of Hellraven. It took a lot, but Zolton seems to be down and out. Monroe wraps her arm around his chest.~

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ZOLTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Smith: And that bad blood finally gets in the way of Zolton and Langston as it distracted both men. We are now in a three on one situation here with Langston severely out numbered by the Hellbitches.

Hood: This is terrible for Marcus Welsh.

Smith: But quite good for Mike Zybala.

~Langston crawls back into the ring and realizes that he is outnumbered, three to one. He wastes no time and just comes out swinging. He nails Monroe, then Hellraven, then Shadows. He big boots an approaching Monroe. Then he headbutts Shadows. Unfortunately, Hellraven catches him with a bicycle kick. He falls back down to the mat, as Ariel and Hellraven return to their corner, leaving Jacqui to fight the team captain. ~

Smith: The team captain faces off with the mentor of these ladies now as he is just trying to hold on here. You cannot like his odds.

Hood: Oh come on. It is ONE legend against three women. Who do you think is going to win?

Smith: The women.

Hood: You’re are so sexist.

~Jacqui is off the ropes and hits him with a shoulder tackle that sends him backwards. She follows up with an inverted DDT on him which sends him back to the mat. Knowing that the Hellbitches have this one in the bag, she tags in Ariel Shadows. Shadows springboards off the ropes, but Langston catches her with a european uppercut from nowhere. She hits the ground hard. Monroe tries charge back into the ring, but he spears her to the ground. He then quickly goes to headbutt Hellraven off the apron. In the ring, Shadows is still recovering from that surprise shot. She attempts to get back up, but a desperate Langston nails her with the Scars of War. Puff makes the count as the arena is beside themselves.~

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...Monroe breaks the cover!

Hood: NO! He had that!

Smith: But Monroe has been doing a good job of keeping most of her team together here. Langston hasn’t been so lucky.

~Langston is now getting frustrated with the numbers game here. He goes to chase Monroe, but Shadows twists him around for kick to the gut, followed by a dropkick to the knee. She goes for the roundhouse kick again, but he catches it and nails a vertical suplex into her corner. Hellraven tags herself in. He catches her, goes for german suplex, but she flips out of it and lands on her feet. She hits him with a chop block. She heads to the topturnbuckle while he is stunned and hits him with a bulldog that lays him out. Jacqui tells her to make the pin~

Smith: Jacqui taking charge again, attempting to get Raven to just put him out.

Hood: But that isn’t what she seems to be doing here. What is she doing?

Smith: If I were her, I’d listen to the more experienced Monroe.

~Hellraven has other plans as she knows that she can put him away here and now; she can be the one who wins this match for her team. Instead, she heads to the top turnbuckle and looks to launch off it with a high impact move. She jumps off with a frog splash, but Langston rolls out of the way and Hellraven collides with the mat. Langston makes the cover.~

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HELLRAVEN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Smith: No. Hellraven gets overzealous and taken out by her hubris here. We are down to two on one.

Hood: I told you that Langston could do it. I told you that he would be the soul survivor!

~Jacqui looks very upset that Hellraven didn’t follow her suggestion to finish it. Hellraven slides out of the ring as Ariel Shadows enters back in to mix it up with Vincent Langston. She hits him with a single leg takedown before hitting him with a double leg drop on his chest. He holds his chest in pain as she pulls him up. She bounces off the ropes and hits a double knee strike on him. He stumbles backwards and she follows up with hurricanrana into the center of the ring~

Smith: Ariel is looking to do what Hellraven couldn’t do and end this for her team, winning them a spot in the Soul Survivor Match at the end of the night.

Hood: I’m telling you that he can’t be beat now. I don’t care what the odds are. He is going to be able to do it.

~She waits for Langston to come to and when he is up, she attempts that brutal roundhouse kick again. Langston moves out of the way and shoves Ariel into her corner, knocking Jacqui off the apron. Ariel bounces back to him and he puts her in the No Peace crossface submission. She struggles in the hold and tries her best to reach the ropes. He pulls her backwards as Monroe struggles to get back up outside the ring. Ariel tries to fight, but she just get to the ropes or fight her way out of it. Wanting to avoid serious injury, she has no choice but to tap out of the move.~

ARIEL SHADOWS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Smith: NO! It is just down to Jacqui and Langston as he made Ariel tap.

Hood: I’ll give it to her. She tried her best, but there was nowhere to hide there. She had absolutely no choice and made the right decision.

~Jacqui Monroe gets in the ring, pissed off that her advantage is gone. It is now one on one as Langston looks relieved that he has evened the score here. The two competitors circle each other. Monroe is a former champion who was undefeated, but Langston himself has held gold here too. They both know that they can win this. The fans are on their feet as we are now down, one to one here. Langston goes for the lock up, but Monroe ducks out of it and slides between his legs. She locks up his arms and nails him with a lungblower in the center of the ring. She knows that he has the height and weight advantage~

Smith: The odds have been equaled and Jacqui knows that she needs to bring it now if she wants to avenge her team mates.

Hood: Team mates who didn’t listen to her instructions, got beat down easily, and tapped out. Sounds more like that they let her down.

~Langston gets back up, but she nails him with reverse DDT that lays him out again. She isn’t going to lose this one. She quickly makes the cover~

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…KICKOUT!

Smith: She almost had it there, but Langston is just too strong.

Hood: Yes. She should’ve thought twice before even entering this competition.

~Frustrated, Jacqui gets back to her feet and starts stomping mudholes on him. She picks him back up and throws him to the corner where the mudhole stomping continues until he falls on his butt. She steps backwards and races at him with a knee to the face. She pulls him forward again as he is dazed in the center of the ring. She nails him with a spear that knocks him down to the mat. Jacqui tries hooking the leg for the three count.~

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Shoulder-Up!

~Jacqui slams her hands onto the mat, in complete desperation here. The fans are cheering her on to beat Langston. Somebody needs to. She waits for him to back to her feet, charges at her, but he catches her in the No Peace. ~

Smith: NO! He has that deadly crossface submission in. That move just took out Shadows.

Hood: He is going to make two women tap tonight. This is quite the come back.

~Jacqui writhes in pain as he tightens the hold. The crowd are cheering her on as he clenches in even tighter. She won’t give up. In fact, she finds herself fighting her way back to the ropes. She grabs onto them for dear life as Langston refuses to break the hold again. Puff threatens to DQ him and he finally gets her out of the hold. Jacqui struggles to get to her feet as The Legend is back on her with an attempt for the Scar of War to finally put her out, but she reverses the move into a facebuster that sends him to the center of the ring~

Smith: After he is distracted by the ref, Jacqui attempts to take advantage and win this match. Come on. You can do it!

Hood: She has no hope. She is too beaten down after that submission.

~Jacqui grabs him and goes for a brutal double underhook inverted facebuster, but surprisingly, Langston reverse the move into the SCARS OF WAR AND NAILS IT ON HER! He hooks the leg.~

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Belvedere: JACQUI MONROE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED. The winner and SOUL SURVIVOR AND MOVING ONTO THE SOLE SURVIVOR MATCH …VINCENT “THE LEGEND” LANGSTON!!!!

Smith: NO! After a hell of an effort, Jacqui was taken out by Langston. I don’t like it, but this man made a hell of a comeback tonight.

Hood: That is an understatement. He was in a three on one situation and beat those odds. THAT is why Welsh chose him as a Team Captain.

Smith: And now he has a chance to get a shot at the World Title tonight in our main event. This is a match that is shaping up to be very interesting now that Langston is in it.

~The fans boo in hatred as Langston has seemingly pulled off the impossible: beating three competitors after all of his team had been vanquished. Langston is on his knees and holds his arms up in triumph over his more than worthy opponents. He looks down at Monroe and shakes his head. He walks away from the ring, already preparing himself for the main even tonight~

~We cut backstage to reveal the OCW banner~

“Thanks guys!” One James Kelloggs says, but we don’t see him.

“I do hope that everyone is enjoying Death March! It has been one hell of a fucking show so far….”

~James says but we still don’t see him~

“Why you bunch of bitches! Pan that god damn camera down!”

“Oh! Sorry.” the camera man says. He begins to pan downwards….

And down…
And down….
And down some more…
Till finally the Bad Ass James Kelloggs is finally in the picture. He looks pissed.

“About time! Asshole.”

“I’m not used to working with someone so….uhm...short.”

James glares at the cameraman. “I’ll pretend that I didn’t hear that, fucking heightshamer.”

~James than smiles. He’s wearing a nice suit, dressed to the nines!~

“Fans of OCW! To each and every wrestler in that locker room! Allow me to introduce myself, properly. My name is the Bad Ass James Kelloggs! I have a ten foot…”

“JAMES!” Management yells out.

“..Smile and I am the life of every party. I am the best kept secret in pro wrestling today! I am also the personal interviewer to the OCW Craze Champion and to millions of Rainbow Warrior out there today, OGDA! As we wind down 2018 and head into 2019 stronger than ever! It is my opinion that we here at OCW need to make some changes.”

“What changes is that you could be asking yourself right this second? Why I believe that the OCW needs a professional backstage interviewer for Massacre and at all OCW events! A interviewer who is going to ask those hard hitting questions! A interviewer who is going to get right to the point! No fluff! No stuff! A interviewer who isn’t going to take shit from the stars of OCW! Who won’t back down when he asks a tough question and they get all offended! Afterall! I’m the Bad Ass! Give me lip! And I’ll punch you right in the dick! I don’t fuck around!”

“Now, you might be wondering, But James! What about Who’re? She’s been here for so long! She is the backstage face and voice of OCW! What about her? Well, folks. I’ll be blunt. I’ll cut straight to it. Who’re is a complete joke at this job. Who’re doesn’t want to put in the work that is required for this position. Who’re, she just lays back and takes whatever is given to her. She’s lazy. Lackluster. Easily manipulated. Ah fuck! You can just buy that bitch off and she’ll say whatever you want her to say! She has no character! No charism! She is just there! Taking up space. Wasting our time. Trust me! I know first hand just how easily you can make Who’re do whatever it is you want.”

“That is why, in 2019. I want to be the full time OCW backstage interviewer! Let me dig deep and get the real scoop on what is really going on backstage in the OCW! I’ll report to you the real story! So I am asking you! The fans of OCW! To take to twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook and tell Marcus Welsh or Zybala who you want to be the backstage interviewer of the OCW in 2019! I promise! I won’t let you down! My name is James Kelloggs! And I approve this message! Thank you!”

~We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: I think I don't like that guy

Hood: Yea, well if your boy Zybala wins that guy you think you don't like will definitely get a job

Smith: Well if Zybala hires him then I'm sure it'll work out! Speaking of...it's been a pretty even night thus far...one Welsh guy, one Zybala guy. I bet our GM is pretty nervous

Hood: Yea...fuck, we need some good news. What's next?

Smith: Team OGDA against Team 2015

Hood: Oh hell yea!

Death March
Team 2015 vs. Team OGDA

Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Death March Elimination match. Introducing first…

~Andrea Hernandez’s music plays as she appears on the rampway, ready for her big Death March match. She begins to stomp her way down to the ring and walks with determination down to the ringside. However, she doesn’t notice the figure running down from the entryway. The fans boo as Mack O’Connor races up behind her and nails her with a clubbing blow that sends her falling forward. He stomps on her a bit as she is impaled into the metal rampway. He grabs her by the hair and drags her into the ring to continue his beat down on her.~

Smith: NO! What the hell is Mack doing out here?

Hood: I think he is making a statement to Andrea.

Smith: This is brutal.

Hood: This is how these four men have been playing it since 2015. There is no sportsmanship. She should’ve seen something like this coming.

Hood: Hopefully her team mates will be out here soon.

~Andrea is struggling to get to her feet, but Mack kicks her in the gut and then sends her shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Hernandez falls backwards into a side russian leg sweep by Mack. As the assault on his enemy continues the arena springs to life as Adrian Turner and Jacob Hotstuff blast from backstage to her rescue. ~

Smith: Finally, the calvary has arrived in the form of our tag team champions.

Hood: They are spoiling Mack’s good time.

~As The Republic are making their way down to the rings, they don’t notice Bob Grenier and Chad Vargas have jumped the barricade with steel chairs. Grenier slams the chair over the cranium of Turner as Vargas bunts him in the ribs with it. Both men hit the tag team champions in unison with the chairs, forcing both men to their knees. They then both nail them together with the chairs, making them fall to the concrete. Mack directs traffic, urging Grenier and Vargas to toss them into the ring as well. Bob and Chad oblige and rolls them into the ring. Mack has Hernandez laying in the turnbuckle as he chokes her neck with his boot. Vargas has Adrian in the corner as he forces the steel chair onto his Adam’s apple. Grenier has set up Jacob Hotstuff in tree of woe position and is repeatedly slamming the chair into his ribs~

Smith: NO! Grenier and Vargas intercept The Republic with steel chairs.

Hood: It looks like OG OCW have planned everything out. And look Perzag is here too.

~Perzag appears on the rampway with a wide smile on his face. He stops at the stage, watching the entryway for the last member and leader of the Rainbow Warriors, OGDA~

Smith: I hate to say it, but I think you are right. Mack O’ Connor planned this out perfectly. The three members are getting beat down in the ring, and Perzag is ready to stop any interference from OGDA.

Hood: I think even you have to give them credit for their strategy here.

~The beatdown on the Rainbow Warriors continues as Mack throws Andrea Hernandez into the center of the ring. Mack goes to hold down Adrian as Vargas focuses his attention on Andrea Hernandez. He slaps her across the face as he demands her to make him a sandwhich before nailing her with The Stroke in the center of the ring. The fans boo these men as she goes down in the middle of the ring.~

Smith: The bell hasn’t even rung yet and already these men are proving to be quite the force when united.

Hood: Did you have any doubt that they would be?

Smith: There is bad blood between ALL OF THEM, so I thought maybe they would have a hard time putting it altogether. Looks like I was wrong.

Hood: As per usual with you.

~The crowd rejoices as OGDA’s music hits. He bursts out from behind the curtain, but he is immediately pounced on by Perzag who starts nailing him with lefts and rights. However, OGDA fights back. The two men are at a standstill as they are just hammering each other with punches. This leaves his allies to remain vulnerable in the ring.~

Smith: OGDA is here but, as expected, Perzag is running interference so he can’t save his team mates.

Hood: Again, what a brilliant plan on the part of Mack O’Connor!

~Andrea is still in the center of the ring as Bob Grenier steps forward and puts her on his shoulders and nails her with the patented muscle buster that he calls the Hollinger Park Hangman. ~

Smith: This is horrible for Andrea as she wanted her revenge on Mack.

Hood: Well, she certainly isn’t getting it tonight it seems.

~With Andrea knocked out, Mack O’Connor goes back to her and pulls her lifeless body back up. He mocks her attempt at even thinking that she can compete with him before nailing her with his own finisher, Claymore.~

Smith: And Andrea suffers yet another brutal maneuver from Team 2015.

Hood: I would say they should just pin her, but the bell hasn’t even sounded yet.

Smith: …because not every participant is in the ring yet.

~Outside the ring, OGDA has managed to get the upperhand on Perzag, whipping him into the barricade. OGDA slides into the ring for the rescue and immediately springboards off the ropes with a dropkick that sends Mack backwards. Unfortunately, he gets caught with the snakeskin DDT from Chad Vargas which lays him out as well. Once again, OCW ‘15 are overwhelming The Rainbow Warriors in the ring. All three men start stomping on OGDA as the other members of his team are down and out. Finally, Perzag enters the ring and the bell finally rings to start this one officially.~

Smith: Finally, this match is official, but it does not look good for OGDA’s Rainbow Warriors!

DING DING DING

~With The Republic down, Mack, Grenier, and Vargas lay in mudholes on a still struggling Ogda. He tries to fight back valiantly like any superhero would, be the wolves whips him over the ropes and outside the ring. Meanwhile, Perzag begins to stalk Andrea Hernandez. The other three proceed to throw Turner and Hot Stuff out of the ring. With Perzag standing over Hernandez, Mack, Grenier, and Vargas head to their corner, knowing that they have pretty much sealed the win as a unit. Perzag puts Andrea up in powerbomb position and nails the incredibly lethal WORTHIEST MOVE OF ALL! With Andrea down and out and insult added to injury, he quickly hooks the leg~

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ANDREA HERNANDEZ HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

Smith: And mercilessly, this one is over with for Hernandez. It wasn’t her fault, but she never stood a chance here.

Hood: Perhaps next time she is making an entrance, she will look behind herself.

~AS the referee rolls Andrea out of the ring, Perzag returns to his corner where his mates in OCW ‘15 Congratulate him on getting the first elimination for his team. He promptly tags in Chad Vargas. He looks around, mocking how none of his opponents are even back in the ring yet. Finally, OGDA rushes back into the ring, Vargas goes for the clothesline, but OGDA ducks it, bounces off the ropes and tackles him to the mat yelling out “NARWHAL!” as the fans join him in this. This come back gets a huge pop. Before he can continue on Vargas, Grenier rushes into the ring and nails him with a high knee. This prompts O’connor to enter the ring as well, nailing OGDA with a running forearm. Perzag rushes into the ring as well. He whips OGDA into the ropes. OGDA bounces back. Perzag goes for the Perfect-Plex, but OGDA blocks it and nails him with a German Suplex. OGDA manages to make it to his corner where Adrian Turner has been, trying to recover from his injuries. He tags in Turner, who is struggling to get in the ring after that vicious beat down.~

Smith: There is a little bit of hope for OGDA’s team as it seems as if Adrian Turner, the stuntman, is ready to go after that brutal beat down.

Hood: But, IS he ready to go?

~The referee attempts to get the other members of OCW ‘15 into their corner, but they all each take shots at Turner before retreating. Adrian tries to get back to his feet as OGDA cheers him on from the corner as Jacob Hotstuff joins him. Before Adrian can fully recover, Chad Vargas boots him in the head, sending him back to the mat. He quickly pulls something out from his tights as Adrian tries to get back up. Turner turns toward him, but Vargas uses the brass knux to nail Adrian in the forehead with the Knoxville Knuckle Fuck. Turner is knocked out as Vargas throws the brass knux out of the ring. He then goes for the cover, the referee not seeing the use of a foreign object. The referee begins the count.~

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ADRIAN TURNER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Smith: We are now in a four on two situation folks as one half of the tag team champions has been eliminated.

Hood: This is just becoming a slaughter, isn’t it?

Smith: It seems to be going this way after these vile warriors used scum bag tactics to get the upperhand.

Hood: But they have the upperhand, that is all that matters at Death March!

~Vargas, with a huge smile on his face, heads back to his corner and tags in the local boy, Bob Grenier. OGDA attempts to get back in the ring, but Jacob Hotstuff stops him, wanting to avenge his tag team partner. He rushes in, as does Bob Grenier. Grenier nails him with a discus back elbow which sends him backwards. He then nails him with a vertical suplex. The Canadian fans get behind Grenier as he does a standing shooting star press onto Hotstuff. He pulls up Hotstuff and nails him with the Hollinger Park Hangman that lays out Jacob in the center of the ring. He goes for the cover.~

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JACOB HOTSTUFF HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Smith: Unfortunately, both tag team champions are gone now. This leaves OGDA all by himself against Team 2015.

Hood: I think we might be seeing a clean sweep here tonight.

Smith: I think OGDA is going to try his best to prevent that from happening. What happens if all four of these men are allowed into the Soul Survivor Match together?

Hood: Good things!

~The members of OCW ‘15 laugh as OGDA cautiously enters the ring, knowing full well that he is outnumbered here. Grenier tags in Perzag as they all look at OGDA on the other side of the ring, menacingly. OGDA bravely charges in at Perzag. He nails the worthy one with rights and lefts. Perzag tries to fight back, but the superhero overwhelms him in desperation. OGDA whips Perzag away from his corner. He bounces off and OGDA nails him with an amazing looking spear. He tries to go for the quick cover.~

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…BROKEN BY MACK O’CONNOR!

Smith: OGDA might have had that one if it wasn’t for the numbers game at play here.

Hood: Even if he was able to eliminate Perzag, he’d still have three other men to go through. That is impossible.

~Mack kicks OGDA in the ribs for good measure. He goes back to his corner as OGDA and Perzag recover. Perzag pulls OGDA off, but the superhero pushes him off and nails him with an amazing backbreaker that lays him out. Perzag attempts to go back to his corner, but OGDA pulls him away, preventing him from making the tag. Perzag punches OGDA in the face, but the hero just wags his finger at him. Perzag goes to punch him, but OGDA blocks him and levels him with a huge right that sends The Worthy One onto the mat. OGDA goes to make a pin.~

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…Chad Vargas moves Perzag’s arm onto the rope, so the pin is broken.

Smith: DAMMIT! OGDA HAD THAT ONE.

Hood: He should just stop fighting. This is a foregone conclusion.

Smith: I don’t think OGDA knows the meaning of the word quit.

~The referee notices Vargas and gives him a warning. Vargas argues back as Grenier runs into the ring and rakes the eyes of OGDA as he recovers. He follows up with a bicycle kick before heading back to his corner.~

Smith: Team 2015 are not messing around here as they are using every trick in the book to their advantage.

Hood: And it has been working quite well for them so far, hasn’t it?

~Perzag gets back to his feet and takes advantage of the cheap shot that Grenier just took. He pulls OGDA up and rocks him with a standing dropkick that sends him back to the mat. He follows up by hitting him with an inverted DDT. Perzag makes the cover.~

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KICKOUT!

Smith: Somehow, someway, OGDA has managed to kick out. He might still have a shot here.

Hood: Don’t get these poor folk’s hopes up for a comeback.

~Frustrated that OGDA isn’t staying down, Perzag tags in Mack O’Connor, who looks happy to lay in some vengeance on the self-proclaimed hero. He puts OGDA up on his shoulders as Perzag takes to the top rope. The Worthiest launches himself off the top rope and hits dropkick on OGDA as Mack slams him down onto the mat. Mack pulls up OGDA again as Perzag heads back to the corner. He grabs the hero once more and powerslams him onto the mat. He picks him back up to finish the job. He puts him in Hollow Point position …but OGDA spins him around and hits his own finisher on him. He goes to the ropes and springboards off them with the Wrath of the Rainbow. Fans are on their feet as it seems as if OGDA still might have a chance. With Mack down, OGDA makes the pinning attempt.~

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~Perzag, Vargas, and Grenier all pile into the ring to pull OGDA off of Mack before the pinfall is counted.~

Smith: DAMMIT! OGDA had that one again, but these men are relentless tonight.

Hood: It is what is going to get one of them a shot at the title.

~The referee tries to get all the men back into their corner, but they make sure to brutalize him with hard stomps before they go back. Vargas helps a very dazed Mack O’ Connor to his feet before going back to his corner. O’Conner, in turn, tags in Bob Grenier, who stalks OGDA. He pulls him up, but OGDA catches him a surprise roll up that, again, has the fans on their feet in hope for the would-be superhero.~

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~On instinct, Perzag hops off the apron and pulls the referee out of the ring, breaking the fall again~

Smith: If all else fails, eliminate the referee I guess.

Hood: Perzag is proving to be quite the mover and the shaker tonight. He is quite the team player.

Smith: That is very true.

~Once again, OCW 15 pile out into the ring and begin stomping on OGDA to keep him down. With the referee down outside the ring, Perzag tosses a steel chair into the ring. Grenier grabs it and slams it over the head of OGDA. Vargas pulls him up as Grenier sets up the chair. Vargas then pull dogs OGDA onto it. Perzag then promptly tosses the referee back into the ring as Vargas retreats with the chair and Grenier covers~

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KICKOUT!

Smith: OGDA is proving quite resilient tonight and these fans are loving it. He survived those chair shots. He is taking whatever these men can throw at him.

Hood: And it still won’t be enough because he hasn’t eliminated a single one of them yet.

~The fans are ecstatic as Vargas, Grenier, and Perzag are beside themselves. How does he keep getting back up? Grenier opts to tag the Confederate back in. Vargas bursts onto the scene puts OGDA in a sleeper hold. It looks like this might finally take him out as he immediately goes limp. Scruff goes to lift up OGDA’s arm and it immediately falls down. He lifts it once more and it falls again. The fans in attendance are clapping wildly for OGDA as Scruff goes to lift his arm for the last time. He pulls it up, let’s it drop, but the support of the fans keeps it up. He shakes it wildly, letting everyone know that he isn’t giving up. Vargas tries tightening his grip, but the support everyone is showing him forces him to his feet. He breaks the hold. Grenier goes to punch him, but OGDA blocks it, pushing him backwards. OGDA points at him yells “YOU!” at him. Grenier runs at him, but gets hit with a big boot by OGDA. He bounces off the ropes with a giant leg drop onto the chest of Grenier. OGDA frantically goes to pin him~

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Broken by Perzag!

Smith: It is the support of these fans that is keeping OGDA going tonight. He is out-manned, but fighting valiantly for them and Mike Zybala.

Hood: I think more them than Zybala.

~Perzag nails him with the Perfect-plex for good measure before heading back to the corner, where Mack O’Connor is finally back up and recovered. Vargas tags in Mack, who enters, knowing that he is just picking off the bones at this point. He grabs OGDA and is going to nail him with the Claymore, but once again, OGDA finds the power to duck out of it. He bounces off the ropes, but Mack nails him with a spear of his. OGDA goes down. Mack pulls him back up to his feet and sets him up with the Claymore …but this time he HITS IT ON HIM! Mack attempts to pin him, putting him out of his misery~

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KICKOUT!

Smith: KICKOUT! OGDA KICKED OUT OF THE CLAYMORE! HE MIGHT DO IT!

Hood: Do what? Eliminate one of them? This is impossible for him to even try.

Smith: But he is going to do it anyways.

~Mack can’t believe it, but he also might seem to have a newly earned respect for OGDA. This doesn’t change the decision of calling his cohorts into the ring. He tosses him to Grenier, who nails him with the Hollinger Park Hangman. He bounces into the arms of Vargas, who lays him out with The Stroke! Mack, Grenier, and Vargas motion to Perzag who lifts OGDA up in position and sends him back down with THE WORTHIEST MOVE OF ALL! ~

Smith: Okay, this cannot go on any longer, because this force are bringing out the big guns now.

Hood: And Scruff isn’t even trying to stop them now. He knows he can’t control the OG’s. They run this place.

~Mack looks down at OGDA, who seems to have very little fight left after putting up one hell of an effort. He nods his head before grabbing him and NAILING HIM WITH THE CLAYMORE ONCE MORE. Knowing that it is over now. Mack puts his boot on the chest of OGDA as Scruff makes the count.~

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DING DING DING!

Belvedere: Here are you winners and survivors …Mack O’Connor, Bob Grenier, Perzag, and Chad Vargas!!!!

Hood: CLEAN SWEEP! CLEAN SWEEP! CLEAN SWEEP!

Smith: After one hell of an effort, OGDA couldn’t fight any longer as these men clean sweep their way to our main event.

Hood: The rest of the roster might be in trouble if they decide to work together there too.

Smith: These four men have proven that they have the leadership and teamwork to do it. I’m with you. I’d be watching this in fear if I were anybody else who moved onto the finals tonight.

Hood: It is going to be another glorious slaughter. Can you believe it. We are going back to the way things used to be; the way things always should’ve been before Welsh and Zybala got involved.

Smith: Yes. But they just helped Welsh stay in power here.

Hood: Well …that is good too I guess. Anything is better than that idiot Zybala.

~The four men stand over the lifeless body of OGDA after a hell of an effort from the Rainbow Warrior in a four on one kerfuffle. The OG’s raise eachother’s arms after what was a brutal clean sweep. The fans boo their scumbag actions as they do not seem to care. OGDA rolls out of the ring after an amazing attempt.~

Smith: That's right, folks! OCW is returning in 2019...as if there were any doubt.

Hood: I'm always doubting the future of this place

Smith: On January 28th, 2019 OCW will host Throwback! I'm told it's an 80s themed event...that should be neat-o!

Hood: Shut the fuck up, right now

Smith: Okay...well

Hood: WHAT DID I SAY

Smith: You don't want me to send us down to ringside for Team Maurako and Team Collins?

Hood: Oh, by all means...WHAT ARE YOU WAITING ON?

Smith: Folks...Welsh has a pretty sizable lead at 5-1 heading into the final Death March qualifier. These odds don't look good...but, if Zybala has one thing going for him it's that Team Maurako might be the strongest team in OCW history. Let's head down to ringside and find out who will be the final wrestlers advancing into tonight's main event!

Death March
Team Collins vs. Team Maurako

~The fans at ringside are ready! Their bodies are READY. Their souls are READY. It’s time for the final Death March prelim…or whatever you want to call it. It’s time for a straight MONEY match. This is the match people have been talking about for weeks. It’s time to see four OCW Hall of Famers compete for a chance to make the main event. It’s time to see the new FACE of OCW attempt to establish his legacy. It’s time to find out if a former headliner can atone for abandonment. It’s time to see if an addict turned sober finally has the focus to reach the pinnacle of OCW. And, the moment has arrived that will tell us whether or not a talented ally from another promotion can steal the spotlight for himself. It’s time for Team Collins and Team Maurako. Belvedere clears his throat~

Belvedere: It is now time for our final Death March qualifier!

~The loudest pop of the night prevents Belvedere from speaking any further. He pauses and allows the volume to decrease~

Belvedere: The survivors from this match will go on to tonight’s Main Event where the Sole Survivor will receive an OCW Title Match! Introducing first…

~“Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue hits and the place goes ALFAFA! Okay, so maybe that one didn’t work. We’ll stick with bananas. Regardless, these fans are crazy for the leader of Team Maurako! Mario appears…he looks to be in tremendous shape…the weight loss hasn’t hindered his aesthetic appearance. There’s a focus about Mario that we rarely see. The man sees opportunity dangling in front of him and is ready to take it. He reaches the ring and hops onto the apron, entering through the ropes. He gives Belvedere a respectful nod before looking out to the fans. They all chant “MARIO!”~

Belvedere: From Minneapolis, Minnesota…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 245lbs…he is a two time OCW Hall of Famer…ladies and gentlemen I give you…“Marvelous” Mario Maurako!!!

~Mario, humbled by the ovation, acknowledges the fans. He promptly returns to his focus. "It Doesn't Seem to Matter" by Army of Anyone hits! The crowd turns toward the entrance to find the man Mario will forever be linked with. Paul Paras stands in the entrance way. He, too, exudes focus. His, however, seems to be rooted deeper in the realm of confidence rather than hope. He heads toward the ring and rushes up the steps, entering in through the ropes. He heads over to Mario. The two men who have fought side by side, face to face, exchange a look. They are ready to go to war once more~

Belvedere: Introducing the second member of Team Maurako…he is from Minneapolis, Minnesota…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 251lbs…he is a former OCW Champion and a two time OCW Hall of Famer…he is…“Perfect” Paul Paras!!!

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

FEEL GOOD

~The entire nation of CANADA screams out upon hearing the opening to “Feel Good Inc.” by Gorillaz! Silver Cyanide, the man himself, appears. And, no, he didn’t just materialize out of the ether…the guy has been backstage all day, like everyone else. Probably in a ridiculously large trailer. Or a tent. You can never be sure when it comes to AgCN. Paras looks at Maurako who nods. It’s clear they are having trouble believing that Cyanide is actually BACK inside an OCW ring. Cyanide makes his way to the ring with a hockey stick in his hand. The fans go wild when they see the accoutrement which might as well be the country’s national monument. He hustles up the steps and through the ropes. He extends his hockey stick and mimes knighting both members of Perfectly Marvelous. Maurako and Paras go along with it because he’s their brother from another mother. However, if it were anyone else…fists would fly, sticks would break. The fans break out in a very concrete, well organized “AGCN!” chant~

Belvedere: Introducing next…from Boston, Massachusetts…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 220lbs…he is a former two time OCW Champion…he is in the OCW Hall of Fame…ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back for the first time in a decade…Silver Cyanide!!!

Smith: And there they are, Hood. The most powerful trio in OCW history. I cannot believe they are back together

Hood: Cyanide is a beast. And that’s no slight toward Paras and Maurako. I think the modern day audience KNOW how good those two are. But the modern day audience doesn’t remember Silver Cyanide. This man is right up there with Scott Syren, Silverfreak, Lurrr, and Goldie.

Smith: GOLDIE?!

Hood: I was just making sure you were paying attention

~ "Music Is Worth Living For" by Andrew WK hits! The crowd gives a pretty good pop, considering the three entrances they’ve already witnessed for Brianna Casablancas! The former two time Central Champion doesn’t take in the aura like her HOF teammates. She’s got something to prove. She realizes the company she’s in and is careful not to offend. She hustles up the steps and enters into the ring~

Belvedere: And, their partner…from London, England…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 123lbs…she is a former two time Central Champion… “Adjective” Brianna Casablancas!!

~Brianna acknowledges the fans. A ‘BRIANNA’ chant sounds out. Mario, Paul, and Cyanide are all huddled together, discussing strategy. Brianna stands a few feet away, visibly outside their ‘circle’~

Smith: An awkward situation. Those three go way back.

Hood: You think they are strategizing how to get rid of her?

Smith: Doubtful

~The trio stop and look toward Brianna. They wave her over. She approaches, grinning ear to ear and shares a fist bump with each one as they accept her into their group of the evening. The crowd pops~

Smith: What a great moment! Those three are tremendous examples of what an OCW legend should be

Hood: Whatever! They are a disgrace to the Hall of Fame! We need a legit Hall of Famer our here to show everyone what this company is all about!

~As if on cue “Gangsta’s Paradise” by Coolio hits! The crowd gives a mixed reaction. It’s the return of a legend! However, he’s teaming with a loathsome unit. A giant, rotund figure wedges it’s way through the slit in the crowd, toward the ring. It’s got a Splenda packet composed belt over it’s shoulder. We don’t know why we are calling it ‘it’ at this point…we all know who ‘it’ is. It’s The Big Bifford~

Hood: Now THAT’S a legend

Smith: The fact that man is still alive is proof that miracles can, and do happen

~Bifford remains outside the ring. He points his nose in the air and looks around. His eyes find a fan with a turkey leg. Bifford heads that way~

Belvedere: And, introducing their opponents! First, from Phoenix, Arizona…standing 6’6 and weighing in at 488lbs…he is a former OCW Champion and is in the OCW Hall of Fame. Ladies and Gentlemen…please, welcome back…The Big Bifford!

~This elicits a more generous reaction. A man’s blood curdling screams are barely audible as, in the background, we see Bifford tip his turkey leg away. The Michael Myers theme hits! Fans look around like “ARE WE BACK AT SERIAL THRILLERS?!” But, they are not…the snow should give that away. Roach marches toward the ring. He’s got long hair and a Michael Myers mask over his face. The Knife Man must be pissed. He ignores Bifford, who is ripping some turkey off a leg bone. Roach slides into the ring and hangs out in his team’s corner~

Belvedere: Introducing the second member of Team Collins…from Windsor, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 265lbs…Roach!

~The fans go wild for their countryman. A fan is heard yelling out “ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY CANADA!” ”Penetrating Eye” by Thee Oh Sees drowns out the Canadian patriotism that has taken hold of these fans…hijacking our fucking show. Damn Canadians! The crowd BOOOOOOOS. They know exactly to whom this theme belongs – King Infinity. Aidan Collins, the man himself, emerges with James Raven at his side. Collins makes his way to the ring talking shit to all the fans in attendance. Raven, not to be outdone, throws some verbal haymakers of his own. One fan falls over via a verbal KO. Collins looks at Raven after observing the fan fall over and gives a nod of approval. The two men reach the ring. Raven slides inside, under the bottom rope. Aidan heads over to corral Bifford~

Belvedere: From Toronto, Canada…please welcome, the third member of Team Collins…James Raven!!

~Bifford tosses what remains of the turkey leg – the bone, into the crowd. Aidan gets the big man to the ring. Bifford takes a seat on the apron, licking his fingers. Aidan slides into the ring and poses for the fans. They boo him vociferously…yes, VOCIFEROUSLY. This only seems to imbibe the man with the incentive to further instigate these WEAK ASS CANADIANS~

Belvedere: And, the leader of Team Collins…from Hell’s Kitchen, NYC…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 225lbs…he is the FACE of OCW…please welcome “King Infinity” Aidan Collins!!

~Collins, Roach and Raven stand in their corner. Bifford gets to his feet on the apron. He slowly removes his MAGICAL FLEECE. While watching Biff remove his fleece we notice that the man is covered in sweat~

Hood: Is Biff already sweating?

Smith: It appears that he is

Hood: It’s freezing out here! Snow is everywhere and the guy looks like he just walked out of a sauna!

~Biff looks at his teammates and asks “Which one of you is going first?” Roach volunteers. Nobody has an issue with this. So, Collins and Raven join Biff on the apron. Meanwhile, with Team Maurako we’ve got Brianna asking to start. It appears she feels the need to prove herself. Mario looks at Roach and displays an eagerness to go after him. Cyanide has already stepped out, onto the apron. Paras places his hand on Mario’s shoulder and encourages his friend to let Brianna do what she feels she needs to do. Mario acquiesces and exits the ring, alongside Paras. This leaves Brianna and Roach in the ring. Belvedere exits and the bell sounds. The crowd goes wild! Biff tries to hand Belvedere his Splenda packet belt but Belvedere ignores him. Biff carefully folds the title and slides it under the bottom buckle belonging to their corner~

Smith: And here we go!! A match to determine the final competitor…or competitors in tonight’s main event!

Hood: Can I just say how fucking retarded this is? This match is stupid retarded!

Smith: Huh?

Hood: Which means it’s fucking awesome! All this fuckin talent in a glorified qualifier! It’s insane…this shit would headline just about any PPV in OCW history!

Smith: You’re not wrong

HOOT!

Smith: WHAT IS THIS?! OH MY GOODNESS! COULD IT BE?!

Hood: SON OF A SLUT!

~A vehicle appears, making it’s way to the ring. It’s got the façade of an OWL! The driver is ALICE KNIGHT! She’s got a state of the art helmet covering her injured head. She hits the horn belonging to her cart…it lets out a ‘HOOT’ with each ‘honk’. She parks the thing at ringside, near Team Maurako. A loud “OWL! IS! NIGHT!” chant fires up, like clockwork. Team Collins doesn’t seem impressed. Team Maurako, well, they are happy to have the support of a fellow Hall of Famer. Brianna is unable to suppress a smile…she’s got a friend of her own at ringside, now~

Smith: It wouldn’t be an OCW PPV without Alice Knight!

Hood: What the fuck is she driving? Is that like some type of mechanical owl? Give me a break!

Smith: I love it! That horn is so cute

Hood: Get outta my face

~Roach looks at Scruff and says “Can we start the match or do we need her permission?” Scruff shrugs…the bell’s already been rung. He motions for Brianna and Roach to GET IT ON…and not in the sexual kinda way. Although if Brianna were willing we’re pretty sure that…ya know what, never mind. Roach yells at Brianna and goes right after one of his main rivals from 2014. Brianna ducks his lunge attempt. Roach staggers near the ropes. He turns around. Brianna throws the Super EGO Kick at Roach!! Roach drops to the mat and slides out of the ring, narrowly averting disaster. He finds himself outside the ring, standing next to Alice Knight. The fans are like “OH SHIT!” Roach spots Alice (she’s hard to miss) and smiles. Alice begins to honk her ‘hoot horn’ over and over again, perhaps as a way to signal for help. Brianna comes flying over the top rope with a somersault! She lands right on top of Roach, taking him down on the outside! The crowd pops! Alice flaps her ‘wings’ and slams on the ‘hoot’ horn for several consecutive celebratory seconds. The entire arena bursts out into a “BRIANNA!” chant as the former 2 time Central Champion gets Roach back to his feet and tosses him inside~

Smith: Some things never change…Brianna coming to the rescue of Alice Knight is generating flashbacks from 2014!

Hood: So, Brianna is like a doctor, right?

Smith: Right?

Hood: Then why is she hanging out with a mentally ill human being? Is this part of her therapy or something?

Smith: Because they are friends

Hood: I just don’t get it

~Brianna gets to the apron and stands, poised to attack. Roach gets to his feet. He’s mentally trying to catch up with what’s taken place. Brianna hops up onto the top rope and springboards off, flying through the air at Roach. She wraps her legs around his head and tosses Roach across the ring with a hurricanrana!! Roach’s body slides into the nearest corner! The crowd goes wild! Collins is visibly agitated. Raven doesn’t seem impressed. Bifford keeps checking on the status of his ‘belt’. Meanwhile, Team Maurako looks on, very pleased with Brianna’s efforts. Cyanide finally decides to relinquish control of his hockey stick. It winds up in the hands of Alice Knight~

Smith: Brianna looks great! She’s obviously kept in great shape!

Hood: Hey! Hasn’t anybody taught Cyanide that you’re not supposed to give weapons to retards!

Smith: Okay, for starters, nobody uses the ‘r’ word anymore. And, even if they did it would not be placed upon the coquettish head of Alice Knight. She’s quirky, not challenged.

Hood: Biggest lie you’ve ever told

~Roach rises to his feet in the corner, dazed. He’s got his back to the ring. Brianna is poised to attempt a second Super EGO Kick. Roach turns around. Brianna lunges forward but, this time, is caught with a LARIAT from the mammoth sized man! She turns inside out and lands on the ring, hard! The crowd silences – dreams may be shattered. Alice looks on, concerned. She wheels her little owl cart around to get a better look~

Smith: Ouch! Roach’s size is a huge advantage for him in this match. Especially against Brianna…

Hood: It’s about fucking time Roach decided to man up! Kick her ass, Roach!

Smith: Roach has been training hard for this, Hood. He’s determined to change people’s opinion of where he belongs in the OCW totem pole of importance

Hood: Well, I think we can all agree that it’s, at the very least, ahead of Alice Knight

~Team Collins applauds Roach’s lariat. Collins waves him over for a tag, but Roach…being the rogue that he is, declines. His eyes are focused on Brianna in a “I’m going to hurt this bitch” kinda way. He snares two handfuls of hair, pulling Brianna to her feet. He lunges forward with a HUGE headbutt that sends Brianna stumbles into a neutral corner. He charges in and squashes Brianna in the corner with a massive clothesline. He hurls Brianna halfway across the ring with a hip toss, out of the corner. Brianna hits hard and arches her back in pain. We see Alice Knight driving circles around the ring, waving Cyanide’s hockey stick in the air, getting the fans on their feet. It’s working! The fans stomp their feet, clap their hands and begin to chant for Brianna~

Smith: What a scene! Isn’t she great?

Hood: No, she’s the exact opposite of great

Smith: Brianna has got to be inspired by this support! C’mon, Brianna! Get up! Think about redemption! Think about your son!

Hood: Oh, please, it’s been almost a week…we all know she’s already forgotten about the existence of her kid

~Biff suddenly moves. He hops off the apron and waits for Alice to turn the corner. He grabs his MAGICAL FLEECE and tosses it in front of her Owl Cart. The MAGICAL FLEECE being thick and heavy enough to coat a man that weighs nearly five hundred pounds, impedes the cart’s progress causing it to flip upside down!! The fans are silenced into shock! Alice’s body resides under the card…her condition. Unknown. Biff returns to the apron with his eyes fixated on his belt, ensuring that it is okay. Brianna, witnessing his act from inside the ring, begins to fire up. Roach doesn’t notice Brianna’s reaction…he’s too busy relishing in his own, laughing at Alice’s misfortune~

Smith: Oh no! That coward! That terrible man!

Hood: So glad Biff is back! So glad!

~Brianna returns to her feet. Roach finally goes after her. Brianna’s back is to Roach with her arms draped over the top rope. However, her ring awareness is on point. Roach nears Brianna only to get suckered in and dropped with the SUPER EGO KICK!! Roach stiffens up and falls to the mat! The fans pop! They are on their feet! Brianna hesitates for a moment, checking on the overturned owl cart. There is still no sign of Alice. She quickly snaps back into wrestling mode and makes the cover~

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KICK OUT!

Smith: He kicked out!

Hood: YES! ROACH HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!

~The crowd is silent. Brianna sits up, shocked that Roach kicked out. Roach rolls away from her, toward the ropes. Brianna returns to her feet. She’s mentally attempting to reset. It’s a strange aura around ringside. That was Roach’s demise. He was supposed to go out…yet, he resisted. Team Collins are heard cheering Roach on…or, well, two of them. Biff keeps watching his belt as though it were the holy fucking grail. Suddenly, something begins to stir outside the ring. Everyone focuses on the Owl cart. Cyanide’s hockey stick SHOOTS into the air with Alice’s hand giving a THUMB UP while holding the stick high! The crowd EXPLODES! Even Brianna seems relieved! We get a huge OWL! IS! NIGHT! Chant. Brianna heads over and tags in MARIO MAURAKO. She exits the ring and rushes over to check on her dear friend~

Smith: AND SHE’S OKAY! THANK HEAVENS!

Hood: There is no justice in this world

Smith: Let’s just hope she didn’t suffer another concussion

Hood: Honestly…would it matter?

~Mario enters into the ring. A lessened Roach steps from the ropes, eyeing his former master, leader. The fans suddenly turn their attention to what’s about to take place. It’s clear EVERYBODY in attendance remembers The Family. Roach, despite having taken some punishment, appears eager to take Mario head on. He rushes forward, not wasting anytime. He reaches Mario and the two men break into an all-out brawl! The crowd cheers the action on~

Smith: Roach was one of Mario’s henchmen back in 2014. They were in a stable called The Family. TIO and Sean Fuller were also members of that stable.

Hood: Yep and they were supposed to go to war with Brianna, Alice, MJ Bell, Amber Ryan, and Mia Stone…however, that fell apart once Mario fell asleep in some guy’s trunk

Smith: He was abducted! He didn’t fall asleep!

Hood: Don’t lie to me, Smith! I saw the movie!

~Mario gains the upper hand, initially. Roach, however, gets dirty and lifts a short knee into the lower portion of Mario’s abdomen…it could be construed as a shot to the groin. Mario doubles over. Roach hooks him around the waist, lifts Mario up and slams him to the mat with a Gut Wrench Suplex! The crowd turns on the action, booing the contemptible Roach in favor of one of their legendary heroes~

Smith: That dirty, filthy Roach

Hood: Yea? What’s your point

Smith: I expected better given the magnitude of this event

Hood: HIS NAME IS ROACH

~Roach stomps on Mario’s body. Again, Team Collins tries to usher him over for a tag. And, like before, Roach ignores the advice, feeling confident in his ability. Roach snares Mario by the hair and yanks the Hall of Famer to his feet. He delivers a few overreaching right hands, staggering the man. He whips Mario into the nearest, neutral corner. Roach yells out and charges forward! He flies through the air with a splash! Mario ducks!! Roach’s body SLAMS into the corner. He comes staggering out. Mario, standing behind Roach, catches him and spikes him into the mat with a Snap German Suplex!!! The crowd goes wild! Mario and Roach are both on the mat~

Smith: Yes! What resiliency shown by Mario!

Hood: Resiliency? He’s still on the mat. If only he had those missing twenty pounds

Smith: I think he looks spry and agile

Hood: I’m not sure what match you’re watching

~Mario reaches his feet first. Roach is on one knee. Mario heads over and receives a punch to the similar, lower abdomen area that felt a knee lift from Roach moments ago. The crowd boos heavily this time. Scruff steps in, warning Roach. Roach shrugs, acting innocent. He gets to his feet and finally heeds the advice of his team. He reaches out and tags the hand of James Raven! The crowd pops, initially…they are excited to see Raven compete inside an OCW ring~

Smith: And now we get to watch James Raven

Hood: Yea man that’s Aidan’s BFF!

Smith: They call themselves The Tribe

Hood: So, what, are they Native American? Cleveland Indian fans?

Smith: Sadly, I don’t have an answer

Hood: WEAK ASS RESEARCH

~Mario stands upright, wincing. His wincing only increases after a straight right hand from Raven. Mario falls back into the ropes. He bounces off and gets picked up and slammed to the mat with a scoop slam! He hits hard, arching his back. Raven pops to his feet, in total control. He places his foot into Mario’s throat and presses all his weight onto Mario’s windpipe. Mario kicks and gasps for air. Scruff issues a five count. Raven steps off right at five. The initial pop for Raven has been eviscerated. The fans are now booing the unfamiliar familiar face. We get a shot outside the ring. Alice has been helped out from under her car thanks to a friendly effort from Brianna. Together, the duo known as Thought 4 Food in 2014, are able to turn the car back to its necessary position. Alice takes a seat, hockey stick in hand. It’s a tense moment. She looks down at the simplistic dash of her owl cart. She raises her hand high and brings it down onto the dash. “HOOOOOOOOOOT!” The fans go wild! The cart is fully functional!! This elicits a chuckle as Brianna heads back to her team’s corner. Alice performs a few ‘donuts’ with her cart, honking the ‘hoot’ horn repeatedly. More “OWL! IS! NIGHT!” chants fill the Canadian air~

Smith: WHAT A MOMENT! I LIVE FOR MOMENTS LIKE THESE!

Hood: You are the most pathetic human being in the UNIVERSE

Smith: Eh, I doubt that

Hood: Oh, no, it’s 100% confirmed

~Raven, having turned into a spectator, is caught from behind by Maurako. Mario locks him into a Full Nelson and drives him into the mat with a Full Nelson Slam!! Raven quickly, instinctively rolls toward the ropes, finding safe passage under the bottom rope and onto the edge of the apron. Mario isn’t all that concerned. He’s holding his groin area and wearing a frustrated expression. He reaches out and tags in the best partner a guy could ever have (as long as they aren’t stranded on an island while immersed in a highly competitive contest). Paul Paras steps into the ring amid a loud ovation. In the background we see Cyanide’s stick waving around as Alice continues to hype the crowd. Paras looks fresh, ready…it’s clear he came to Canada for one thing, and one thing only – victory~

Smith: And there he is, Perfect Paul Paras! He is one of three betting favorites to win the event tonight

Hood: I know this may sound weird…but I’d wager that Paras is one of the most underrated Hall of Famers in OCW history

Smith: You know what, that’s not weird at all. He rarely gets mentioned in the same breath as Syren, Silverfreak, Bifford, and, even his close friend, Silver Cyanide

Hood: Yep and the fucker is every bit as good as those guys

~Raven gets to his feet on the apron. He spots Paras inside the ring. Raven could back away or accept the challenge. He steps in through the ropes, ready to battle The Perfect One. The two men circle one another, each looking for an opening. They lock up! Raven shifts, taking Paul’s back with a waistlock. Paras reaches up, grabbing Raven by the head and flipping him over with a snapmare. Paras throws a kick at the back of Raven’s head. Raven drops to the side, ducking the leg. Raven hops to his feet…the missed kick sends Paras rotating around. Raven snares Paras and tosses him on his head with a Tiger Suplex! He bridges into a pin! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: James Raven nearly cost a lot of people a lot of money

Hood: You think the majority of the money was on Paras tonight?

Smith: I don’t know about the majority…but he was a heavy favorite

~Paras rolls over, upon kicking out. He’s on one knee. Raven is back to his feet, finding a poised, albeit slightly dazed Paras. Collins slaps the turnbuckle saying “I got this!” Raven backs up and extends his hand. King Infinity makes the tag! Excitement fills the air as Aidan Collins steps inside the ring with Paul Paras staring him down~

Smith: Another one of the heavy favorites, King Infinity has entered into the contest!

Hood: The past staring right into the eyes of the future. Now THIS is a moment worth freaking out over

Smith: My second favorite moment of the match so far!

Hood: You are horrible.

~King Infinity circles the Hall of Famer like a predator would circle dying prey. Paras, sensing the analogy, bows up. He’s far from finished. While circling Paras, Aidan hurls every insult in the BOOK OF TRASH TALK at The Perfect One. None of this fazes Paul. When you’ve had to deal with Syren, Lurrr, and Biff for most of your career you develop something of a thick shell. Collins finally swoops in for the kill. Paras gets his arms up, anticipating a tie up…Aidan, though, has different ideas…he goes straight for The Perfect One’s eyes! The crowd BOOS. Collins bullies Paras back into a corner with his hands and fingers digging into Paul’s orbital sockets. Brianna yells at Scruff. Mario is about to enter into the ring. Scruff administers a five count…he gets to SIX. Aidan finally let’s go, sensing that a DQ was near. Rather than back away, King Infinity throws a few short, right jabs into Paul’s chin, staggering the legend~

Smith: Aidan Collins looking very much like the new FACE of OCW

Hood: Yea, he’s taking it to Paul Paras. There’s only one man I’ve ever seen lay this type of beating on Paras

Smith: Maurako…when they had their epic clash at Sinful Nature II?

Hood: No. The answer is Scott Syren; at any event they ever crossed paths.

Smith: Whatever

~Paras reaches out and snares Collins by the head. He’s looking for a front face lock, to keep Aidan from inflicting further damage. Aidan, though, is well accustomed to this position. He hoists Paras up and tosses him back with a Northern Lights Suplex!! He holds on, rotates his hips, gets back to his feet, bringing Paras along for the ride and drops him with a SECOND Northern Lights Suplex. King Infinity retains control, rotates his hips again and struggles to his feet with the heavy, 90% dead weighted Paul Paras in his grasp. He grunts and yells, getting Paras up and over for the third consecutive Northern Lights Suplex!! The ring shakes from impact! Both men are down…Aidan is catching his wind while Paras is reeling from the three consecutive, high impact throws~

Smith: An impressive move that Aidan Collins has disgustingly dubbed The 3-Some.

Hood: Dude, get your mind out of the gutter. He could be talking about a golf match.

Smith: Hmm…you think?

Hood: Absolutely…if three people are fucking on the green, that is.

~King Infinity gets to his feet. He leaves Paras behind like a hit and run victim. He looks at the sweat soaked BIFFORD. He tags him in and points toward the ring, ordering Bifford to ‘carry his weight’ stating shortly after that he’s ‘got a lot to carry’. Bifford doesn’t seem to mind. He’s still thinking about his belt. Paras, feeling the reverberations caused by a t-rex or human the size of Bifford reaches the likely conclusion and rolls toward his team’s corner. He tags in SILVER CYANIDE! Cyanide steps into the ring to arguably the loudest reaction of the night~

Smith: The former prodigy…the former two time OCW Champion…Silver Cyanide is back inside an OCW ring!

Hood: These fans just lost their shit

Smith: I have to admit, I’m marking out a little bit, on the inside

Hood: Yea, well, you keep that ‘marking out’ away from me. These are a new pair of slacks.

~Cyanide and Bifford are far from strangers. Procrastination prevents us from knowing exactly when and where their paths previously crossed but, trust me, it’s happened. It appears the two men are about to clash when Bifford holds up a finger, turning his giant back to Cyanide. The crowd boos. Cyanide, eager to get going, marches toward the former OCW Champion and pink and purple biased owner. Cyanide reaches Bifford. Bifford, showing his scary like quickness that helped him overcome his obesity, spins around and DRILLS Cyanide in the head with his championship belt! A giant cloud of white dust flies everywhere, consuming both Bifford and Cyanide~

Smith: What is this…c’mon!

Hood: Cyanide broke Biff’s belt!

Smith: Those were Splenda packets! Of course they were going to explode!

Hood: Good thing Paras isn’t in there…can you imagine how he’d react to Splenda getting into his pristine system?

Smith: He wouldn’t be happy

~Bifford looks down at his belt. It’s all torn and tattered. He looks up at Cyanide…his eyes are suddenly filled with a fiery rage!! He throws the belt out of the ring and begins to pepper Cyanide with lefts and rights. Cyanide, still wiping Splenda from his eyes, is unable to react in time. He reels back against the ropes…Bifford hugs AgCN. But, this is no BRO hug. Bifford lifts Cyanide up and SLAMS him into the center of the ring with a belly to belly!! He remains on top of Cyanide, smothering his entire body for a pin. Scruff slides in for the count. The fans are beside themselves with fear that Cyanide’s return is about to be cut short~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!!

Smith: Cyanide narrowly averted extreme disappointment

Hood: Man that would have been a major blow to Team Maurako

Smith: Indeed

Hood: But kudos to Cyanide…he survived Splenda AND Bifford’s wrath…so far

~We see Alice wheeling around in her owl cart, waving Cyanide’s hockey stick. This fires the fans back up. Cyanide rolls over, getting to one knee. He reaches his feet before the obese Bifford. Cyanide, feeling the sting of unnatural powder in his eyes, stumbles over to his corner and tags Maurako back in. Bifford, licking some Splenda off his arm heads over and tags Roach back in. Roach and Mario, once again stare each other down. There is a pause in the action as the fans stand on their feet and go wild~

Smith: What a match! All eight competitors have battled and all eight competitors remain!

Hood: These people aren’t fucking around

Smith: Dare I say every single person in this match deserves an OCW Title shot?

Hood: HEY! You go too far. That’s the CHAMP’S decision. And, by the champ, I mean Scott Syren.

~Mario and Roach seem to realize the moment they’re in. It’s a match unlike any other in OCW history. Eight legitimate OCW Championship caliber wrestlers. All vying to merely be ELIGIBLE for a shot at the OCW Championship. Mario, the man who has always dreamed of the OCW Title stares down his former protégé. Roach, a man who has fallen short of expectations over the years, stare at his mentor. The two rush forward, locking up in a physical, potentially psychopathic battle of strength!! Mario has the advantage. But, Roach retaliates, bullying his former teacher into a corner. Roach begins to bury shoulder after shoulder into Mario’s abdomen~

Smith: Roach is scary strong.

Hood: Mario really needs to find those twenty pounds he lost!

Smith: I don’t think that’s it, Hood. How many people do you know who could stand up to the strength of Roach?

Hood: Scott Syren

Smith: I’m done asking those types of questions

~Mario is doubled over. Roach hooks Mario around the waist and looks to deliver a buckle bomb. Alice scoots by on her owl cart and swipes at Roach’s feet with the hockey stick. Roach yells out and points to get Scruff’s attention. The fans in attendance all laugh. Mario lifts a distracted Roach up and drills him into the mat with an Alabama Slam!!! The ring shakes with impact!! Roach holds the back of his head, in pain. Alice presses the ‘hoot horn’ and does a few more donuts~

Smith: LOOK AT HER GO! WHAT A HERO!

Hood: A hero?! She just fucking cheated!

Smith: No she didn’t! I think it was an accident

Hood: I’M ABOUT TO LOSE MY SHIT

~Mario looks up. Roach is already beginning to return to his feet. He looks at his corner. Brianna has her arm extended. She knows he needs out. She’s willing to help. There’s a brief moment where both competitors remember 2014 when they were at one another’s throat. Perhaps a slight pause by Mario due to uncertainty…curious if things have really changed THAT much. He pushes through and heads Brianna’s way…but Roach grabs Mario by his feet and drags him back into the center of the ring~

Smith: Oh no! Roach has Mario!

Hood: Haha, yes! Fuck OWL IS NIGHT! Fuck Family…FUCK ZYBALA! Down goes Mario along with the hopes and dreams of every child watching this show!

Smith: Yikes

Hood: I’m sorry but you see what Alice does to me?

~He flips Mario over, onto his back. He leans forward to grab Mario by the head…Mario spits in Roach’s face!! Roach staggers back. Mario gets to his feet and charges forward. Roach dodges Mario! Mario runs right into a corner!! He turns around, slouched. Roach charges in and drills Mario with a clothesline!!! Mario is reeling. Roach brings him out of the corner and lifts him up…he holds Mario in the air for several seconds before dropping him straight to the mat with a JACKHAMMER (6 feet under)!!! A stunned crowd looks on. Team Collins goes wild! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!

Smith: Mario got his shoulder up at the last second!

Hood: Are you fucking kidding me?! Roach HAD that

Smith: Nope, not yet

~Aidan and Raven can’t believe it. Bifford is still licking Splenda off his arm. Roach jumps to his feet. He goes after Scruff…Scruff, far from a fool, does his best to stay away from Roach. In pursuit of Scruff, Roach walks past his corner. James Raven tags in. Mario goes after Roach, not realizing who the legal wrestler is. From behind he’s attacked by Raven!! Roach stands back, confused. Raven mimes a ‘tag’ and Roach instantly gets what’s going on. Raven hooks Maurako in a full nelson. Roach steps forward and pummels Mario in the chest, where his heart is located with straight right hands. We hear Paras say “No way”. He steps into the ring and lunges after Roach. The two men hit the mat and roll out of the ring in a scrum. Maurako, on one knee, reaches for his chest, coughing. Raven stands over Mario, exuding arrogance. In an act of total desperation, Mario buries his head into Raven’s abdomen and bull rushes forward, into his team’s corner. Brianna reaches in, making the tag. Mario drops to his knees and he rolls out of the ring. Cyanide hops off the apron to check on his friend. Alice honks her horn over and over again HOOTING for Brianna~

Smith: I’m afraid Mario might literally die trying to win the OCW Championship

Hood: Nah man, last I heard he’s good to go

Smith: Well, yea, until a giant man starts punching him in the heart

Hood: Good point

~Brianna is delivering some high leg kicks to Raven. Raven, though, catches her leg. He walks her back into the middle of the ring. Brianna breaks her leg away and hits THE SUPER EGO KICK!!! Raven goes down!! The crowd is on their feet!! Alice is honking away! Brianna looks for the cover but Raven is already beginning to stir. Brianna is stunned~

Smith: That move pinned TIO on SEVERAL occasions…and Raven was barely down for a second

Hood: Just call the match! Nobody is going to get pinned

~Cyanide, outside with Mario, sees what’s taking place. He’s pissed. He hears Alice’s HOOTING drawing closer. He turns around and rips the hockey stick from her. He hops onto the apron. Paras emerges with Roach down, outside the ring. He sees a look in Cyanide’s eye and quickly figures out what’s going on. Paras hops onto the apron…Scruff rushes over. Cyanide steps into the ring. Raven is on his feet. Cyanide swings his hockey stick as hard as he can…it SMASHES Raven in the head!!! Raven falls to the mat! The stick breaks in half. Cyanide throws the piece in his hand out of the ring and kicks the other half out along with it. Aidan Collins is PISSED! He tries getting in the ring but receives the SUPER EGO KICK from Brianna!! The fans are going wild!! Bifford remains on the apron, almost finished with his Splenda. Cyanide steps back onto the apron and asks to be tagged in. Brianna respectfully obliges. Paras hops off the apron. Cyanide heads over toward Raven. He pulls Raven up, hooks him and drops him to the mat with Silver Lining (STO)!!! Raven is out!! Cyanide makes the cover…the crowd goes wild, counting along~

1!

2!

3!!!!

Belvedere: James Raven has been eliminated!

Smith: I can’t believe it!! James Raven, the first competitor to face elimination!

Hood: I seriously thought this guy might go all the way

Smith: A lot of people did…but, when you’re facing Maurako, Cyanide, Paras, and Casablancas…well, anything can happen

Hood: Not to mention he was fucking SCREWED! I HATE HOCKEY

~Cyanide, still in the ring, looks at Team Collins and asks “WHO’S NEXT!” But he does it with way more charisma than other individuals who have used that phrase. Raven is helped out of the ring and to the back. Bifford looks eager to accept the challenge…that is, until a dangerous and visibly angry KING INFINITY slides in. He pops to his feet and gets right in Cyanide’s face. Cyanide doesn’t back down. The two men shove one another. They begin to throw fists! The crowd is chanting for Cyanide!! King Infinity’s punches increase with impact the louder and longer Cyanide’s name is chanted by the fans. He’s got Cyanide bullied into a corner. He reaches up and gouges at Cyanide’s eye and nose. Scruff comes into break it up. Collins backs off, surprisingly. Scruff takes his attention way, to get back into position and Aidan thumbs Cyanide right in the eye!! The crowd boos heavily! Collins takes a moment to smirk and bask in the glow of his thumb that found the eye of an OCW legend~

Smith: What a jerk!

Hood: HOCKEY STICK

Smith: What?

Hood: You can’t complain…not during this match. Because – Hockey Stick

~King Infinity goes back on the offense, punching and elbowing Cyanide. AgCN slouches in the corner, falling to the mat in a seated position. Collins takes his boot and shoves it in Cyanide’s throat. Again, the crowd boos and boos. Alice is seen wheeling by with both broken pieces of Hockey Stick, waving them around and, like some kind of stupid voodoo it works! The crowd starts to urge Cyanide on~

Smith: Alice has been a tremendous mascot this evening!

Hood: Yea, if by tremendous you mean the absolute worst thing ever

~Collins, aware of what’s going on, points toward Alice and wonders why she hasn’t been removed yet. Scruff smiles and says “Because she’s special!” Collins says something like “Well, no shit.” Cyanide, battered and bruised, is able to sneak up behind King Infinity and roll him up!! The crowd leaps to their feet! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Smith: Whoa!

Hood: Pay attention, King Infinity! Pay attention!

Smith: His arrogance…his aloof attitude is going to get him in trouble if he doesn’t reel it in a bit

~Collins is on his feet. Cyanide, surprisingly, matches him. Aidan throws a clothesline…Cyanide ducks…he grabs Aidan by the head and drops him with a neckbreaker!!! Aidan hits hard, holding his head and kicking his legs!! Cyanide returns to his feet, fired up! Paras and Brianna watch from the apron, cheering him on. Roach is seated against the ring post, nursing his wounds. Bifford calmly watches on. Maurako is kneeling at ringside, still recovering from what he’s been through. He’s near the ropes. Cyanide pulls Aidan back to his feet and hooks him for a running bulldog. He takes off out of a corner. King Infinity shoves Cyanide off! Cyanide hits the ropes, without Collins. He bounces off and right into THE ICE PICK!!! Cyanide is turned inside out!!! The crowd goes silent. King Infinity crawls toward AgCN’s legs and he secures them for a pin attempt. Scruff slides in to count. Collins lifts his legs up on the ropes, right in front of Mario. Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

Belvedere: Silver Cyanide has been eliminated!

Smith: What! NO!!! His legs were on the rope! He cheated!

Hood: Hockey Stick

Smith: REVIEW THE FOOTAGE!

Hood: Fuck that shit…like we have instant replay around here. But how about your boy Mario…dude just let it happen.

Smith: We don’t know that…he may have been unaware of the situation.

Hood: BULLSHIT…Mario wants the OCW Title so bad. He’ll sacrifice anyone and everything. No doubt Cyanide and Paras are his friends…but their also his competition. One of his biggest threats tonight just got eliminated.

~Cyanide can’t believe it!! He doesn’t realize Aidan’s feet were on the ropes. King Infinity rolls away, toward his corner where he tags Bifford. The crowd is booing. They are chanting BULLSHIT! Cyanide throws his hands at Scruff and exits the ring. He finds Mario, who finally stands upright. Cyanide pats him on the shoulder and apologizes for not making it farther. Mario humbly accepts his apology and thanks him for competing. Paras looks on with a wary, watchful eye. Brianna is in the ring…she’s going to STAY OUT OF IT~

Smith: I’m officially depressed.

~A loud HOOT is heard as Alice honks her horn and tries to get the crowd back into it following the very depressing elimination~

Smith: I suddenly feel a little bit better!

~Bifford and Brianna…talk about a size disparity! Brianna stays busy, moving around as much as she can. Bifford is no fool. He knows chasing Brianna would be a fool’s errand. So, he moves and exits the ring. The crowd is confused~

Smith: What is he doing?!

Hood: Another delicious turkey leg in the crowd?

Smith: Ugh, I hope not

~Brianna tells Scruff to count him out. She’s not above taking the count out victory if Biff is dumb enough to offer it. So, Casablancas chills in the ring, happy as a lark. Scruff yells “ONE!” Brianna’s mood begins to shift. Like a lifeguard watching a shark sneaking up on a swimmer she observes Biff heading toward Alice. Alice, atop her owl scooter, is signing an autograph for a few young fans. Brianna is suddenly filled with conflict. Scruff yells out “FOUR!” What does she do?~

Smith: That terrible, terrible man! You leave Alice alone!

Hood: The man is a fucking genius! Brianna wants to be cute and bounce around, fine. He’ll go after her soft spot…that dumb bird bitch

~Scruff yells out “SIX!” Bifford reaches Alice and grabs her by the hair that’s hanging out from behind her helmet. Brianna rushes for the ropes, flying through them and heading toward her friend. She reaches Biff or, more specifically, his giant arm. He flings his left arm out, smacking Brianna in the head before she can do anything. This sends Brianna flying backward, landing hard. Bifford lifts Alice up…her little legs kick for freedom. Her eyes look down at Biff begging for a reprieve. Scruff as stopped counting. Biff rips Alice’s helmet off! The fans are screaming and shrieking. They are yelling at Biff to stop~

Smith: No! Somebody! Somebody stop him!

Hood: Time for a cleansing of OCW’s WORST character

~Biff grabs Alice by the back of her shirt and the back waist band of her pants. He swings her very much like a battering ram. He then repeatedly slams her head first into the Plexiglas! Fans are horrified!! Children bury their faces out of fright. Alice goes limp. There’s blood coming from her nose and one of her ears. With a satisfied expression Biff lifts Alice over his head and he tosses her head first into the Plexiglas! She hits hard! The Plexiglas cracks due to the impact. Alice falls to the ground, unconscious. Bifford heads back to the ring. As he does, he passes Roach. Roach has a dangerous look in his eyes. Bifford snares Brianna on his way back to the ring by the hair, dragging her to ringside~

Smith: GET THAT MAN AWAY FROM ALICE!

Hood: Time for payback! Alice has one upped Roach during their entire rivalry. No more…NO MORE!

~Biff tosses Brianna into the ring. He moves very quickly to get into the ring before Brianna can do anything. Roach stands over Alice with a smile. The crowd suddenly pops~

Smith: It’s Cyanide! He’s back out here!

Hood: He’s got ANOTHER FUCKING HOCKEY STICK

~Cyanide swings the hockey stick at Roach’s head! Roach ducks and backs away! Cyanide stands over Alice, protecting her. Roach doesn’t appear ready to give up his quest to, well, possibly murder OWLIS. King Infinity hustles over and grabs Roach. He tells the guy it’s not worth it. Tells him to focus on the match…what’s really important. For King Infinity’s sake, in all likelihood. But, hey, it works. Roach gives up and heads back to the ring with Collins. The fans give Cyanide a huge ovation. He picks Alice up, hoists her over his shoulder, takes a seat inside her owl cart and drives away from ringside. He gives the fans a few ‘hoot’ honks to let them know that everything will be okay. Meanwhile, back in the ring…~

Smith: Thank goodness for people like Silver Cyanide

Hood: You mean losers?

Smith: The man has won more awards and championships than 90% of the roster, combined. I think, despite what happened tonight, his legacy is safe

~Bifford has Brianna in a bear hug. I know, a bear hug…WEAK ASS BOOKING. But, for Biff, it works. He’s getting his Splenda soaked sweat all over her clean exterior. He shakes her around like a rag doll. It’s very much an inescapable situation for Casbalancas…but she won’t give up, she will not relent. Paras and Maurako lean forward from their corner encouraging her to stick it out. She winces…her body is nearly consumed by Biff’s girth. Roach and Collins watch eagerly, hoping Biff can snuff her light completely out, giving them that desired 3 to 2 advantage. Brianna starts to go limp. Her arms hang. Her head appears attached to her body via a limp noodled neck. Her hair is soaked…partially from her sweat, mostly from Bifford’s. Scruff checks her arm. He holds it up…it drops. He holds it up again…it drops for a second time. He holds it up and lets it go, ready to call the bell...but, she keeps her arm in the air! The fans chant her name…they are solidly behind her. Biff, though, doesn’t falter…he lifts Brianna in the air, spins around and slams her to the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex. The entire ring shakes from impact. He remains on top of Brianna for a pin~

1!

2!

SHOULDER UP

Smith: Brianna escaped!

Hood: I think Biff should give up the belly to belly

Smith: He’s failed to pin someone with it…twice, now

~Bifford returns to his feet and he tags Roach back into the ring. King Infinity pats Bifford on his fat arm saying “Good job”. Roach enters the ring…a masked man on a mission. He yanks Brianna to her feet and yells in her face. The man clearly remembers 2014…Brianna, in many ways spawned Alice Knight onto the OCW audience. Alice Knight is and will always be Roach’s least favorite organism. Roach hooks Brianna for a suplex and lifts her up! The crowd wises with anticipation. The fatigued Brianna does what she can to escape Roach’s SIX FEET UNDER. She throws some knee strikes which catch Roach in the head. He loses his grip. Brianna lands on her feet behind him. Roach turns around. Brianna throws a palm strike. Roach catches it and grabs her by the throat. Brianna manages to grab his mask and she jerks it to the left! Roach’s vision is blocked! Brianna steps back and leaps forward with the SUPER EGO KICK!! Roach goes down!!! Brianna crawls over for the cover! Collins leans back like “FUCK!” Bifford simply watches while eyeing the crowd for a ham~

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2!

3!!!!

Belvedere: Roach has been eliminated!

Smith: Brianna has eliminated Roach…that brings us down to five! Team Maurako now holds a 3 to 2 advantage over Team Collins

Hood: Fuckin hell…I thought tonight might be Roach’s night

Smith: That is, hands down, the best Roach has ever performed since joining OCW. On any other night and that man would have walked out victorious

~A dazed Roach exits the ring and is helped to the back. Brianna remains in the ring. Aidan Collins steps in with his ‘taking care of business’ expression. Brianna takes a few steps back into her corner to reconvene, maybe even catch a bit of rest. Paras tags himself in. He tells Brianna to hit the apron and recoup. Paras turns toward Collins, ready to take on King Infinity. It’s clear Paras is sore over the fact that King Infinity eliminated his friend, Cyanide. It’s theorized that Paras is also sore over the fact that King Infinity is being handed something he never was given a chance to receive – the top spot in the company, regardless of championship. Paras and Collins lock up! Paras attempts a side head lock, but King Infinity simply lifts The Perfect One up and drops him to the mat with a Sidewalk Slam! Collins pops back to his feet and he drops a few well-placed elbows into Paul’s chest. The crowd voices their displeasure~

Smith: Is King Infinity too good? That might be a question Paul Paras has to ask at this juncture

Hood: Every time those two have faced off in this match Aidan has proven to be the cream

Smith: Indeed…however, Aidan can’t make the potentially fatal mistake of underestimating Paul Paras

~Collins pulls Paras to his feet and swiftly applies a cravat. He torques and tweaks the neck, throwing as much pressure on the neck area as possible. Paras winces and reaches around, trying to find a way out. He won’t take the easy way out, though. No eye gouging or dick punching. Paras plays by the rules. Paras starts to fight to his feet only to have Collins crank even harder on the cravat, nearly paralyzing Paras back to the ground. Aidan lifts Paras up and drops him with an impressive and extremely painful cravat suplex!!! Paras hits hard and immediately goes for his neck. King Infinity pops back to his feet. He stands over Paras and kicks at the legend, mocking him~

Smith: Show some respect!

Hood: Why? King Infinity is the now…he is the future! Paras is the past! Time to dump the past in the trash where it belongs!

Smith: Aidan Collins very well may be the future but he should at least show some class when dealing with the individuals who helped build this company!

~Paras gets onto his stomach and his eyes find the boots of King Infinity. He looks up at Collins who looks down at Paras with derision. Paras reaches up, trying to get to his feet. King Infinity nonchalantly reaches down, grabbing Paras by the arm, preparing for Hell’s Kaleidoscope. Paras, however, leaps to his feet, switches wrist control, twists Aidan’s arm and yanks on his as hard as he can!! This flips Aidan over, onto the mat!!! The crowd goes wild! Aidan holds his arm in pain. Paul staggers into his corner where he tags the first hand he can find – Brianna’s. Casablancas enters the ring looking refreshed~

Smith: The arrogance of Aidan Collins came back to bite him!

Hood: Damnit! Paras just loves to ruin things, doesn’t he? Can’t he sit back and let the coronation of King Infinity take place?

Smith: Coronation’s shouldn’t be given, Hood. They should be earned! Syren earned his. Cyanide earned his. Meyhu is earning his. If Aidan is the next face around here then he has to earn it!

~King Infinity, unaware of what’s taken place, gets to his feet. Brianna leaps forward and nails him with the SUPER EGO KICK!! King Infinity hits the mat!! The fans are going wild! THIS IS IT! The downfall of King Infinity! Brianna rushes toward the corner, knowing she needs something extra to finish Collins off. Brianna reaches the top and looks down at Collins. With a deep breath she leaps off performing a 630 Splash she calls IT MEANS EVERYTHING. She comes crashing down…onto an empty mat!!! King Infinity rolled out of the way!! Brianna hits hard and rolls around, writing in pain. A dazed King Infinity finds the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. He sets his position and composes. Brianna, knowing she can’t stay on the mat long, gets to her feet. She turns around and is run through by King Infinity with the ICE PICK!! Brianna appears to be out! The crowd is booing!! King Infinity hooks both legs…Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

Belvedere: Brianna Casablancas has been eliminated!

Smith: No! No, no, no!

Hood: King Infinity! He’s the MAN! Or, should I say…THE FACE!

Smith: He’s not there, yet. He’s got to survive the greatest tag team in OCW history

Hood: Or, as I like to call them, The Early Bird Special

~A crestfallen, sweat soaked Brianna rolls out of the ring. She smacks the mat, furious over a small mistake which cost her a shot at glory. She exits the ring and looks over at Mario and Paras. They give her a nod of respect. The crowd gives Brianna a huge ovation as she exits. Collins looks around and rolls his eyes, finding the display to be nauseating. He heads over and tags Bifford in, once again telling the big man to ‘go to work’. Bifford steps into the ring, ready to go. Mario turns to Paras, who is still nursing a damaged neck. Mario steps into the ring, realizing he’s their best chance for survival, at the moment~

Smith: Oh boy

Hood: Mario and Bifford

Smith: It’s no secret that Mario loathes Bifford

Hood: He’s jealous!

Smith: I don’t think it’s that. I think it’s that he finds the way Bifford treats this business to be, well, disrespectful

~Mario rushes at Biff and throws a huge right hand into the former OCW champion’s belly. It does nothing. Mario tries to reach around and get a good grip on Biff, but it’s impossible. He’s too big. Mario throws some double axe handles into Biff’s chest but, again, little-to-no damage. Bifford lunges forward with a head butt and connects!! Mario falls to the mat, holding his head in pain. Bifford leans against the ropes, they nearly break. He ricochets off and leaps into the air, coming down with a huge elbow. But Mario moves!!! Bifford hits the mat and holds his arm in pain~

Smith: Bifford is down!! Mario’s got a chance!

Hood: Get up, Biff! Pretend like they just laid out the all you can eat buffet at Ham City!

Smith: Ham City?

Hood: Hey, it’s been a long night. Cut me some slack

~Mario signals to Paras…Paul perks up. His neck is still bothering him but he’s apparently good enough to go. Mario tags Paras in. Together they pick Bifford up and drop him back to the mat with a double spinebuster!! The crowd goes wild. We hear chants for “PM! PM!” Mario heads back to the corner. Paras drops to his knees and pummels Biff in the head with straight right hands~

Smith: The greatest tag team in OCW history doing what they do best!

Hood: Damnit! King Infinity should never have let it come down to this!

Smith: I think, even though it’s two on two, I think you have to give the advantage to Team Maurako

Hood: Yea, yea, I hear ya

~Paras gets to his feet and is able to manipulate the massive Bifford to a standing position. He whips the giant man into his team’s corner. Biff hits HARD. Paras rushes in, leaps into the air and drills Biff with a flying forearm! He tags in Mario. Paras stays in the ring…he and Mario, together, lift Bifford up and fall backward dropping him with a double flapjack!!! The fans continue to go crazy. King Infinity yells into the ring at Scruff, deeming this behavior to be unfair. Scruff ignores him~

Smith: Yes! They are teaching Bifford a lesson, long overdue!

Hood: What good is it being fat if you can just get tossed around like this?!

Smith: To be fair…Mario and Paras are two of the strongest, greatest wrestlers in company history.

Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING

~Mario jumps on Bifford’s back and applies a camel clutch!! The big man winces and lets out a painful growl. His arms are too short to reach the ropes…or he’s too far away, you be the judge. Scruff asks Biff if he wants to give it up. Biff doesn’t respond. Instead, he powers up onto all fours. Mario quickly realizes Bifford is too big a man to keep down in this fashion. So, he jumps up and comes down, ass first onto Biff’s back! Bifford falls back to the mat, face down. Mario heads over to Paras and tags him in~

Smith: Smart move…stick with what’s working!

Hood: This just FEELS unfair

Smith: Well, get over it

~Mario explains something to Paras. Paras seems to disagree. Mario gives Paras an aggressive but friendly chop on the chest, really selling the idea. Paras contemplates and capitulates. Mario heads over toward Bifford. He yanks the big man up and tries to get his arms around his massive girth. The crowd is like “OH SHIT”~

Smith: Oh no…surely they wouldn’t!

Hood: Is he trying to lift Bifford up?

Smith: They are looking to hit Blast from the Past! I know Mario is strong but…but this might be too much

~Mario gets Bifford off the mat in an elevated bear hug! His arms aren’t completely around Biff’s body, but they are close enough. Paras seems surprised…he also understands the sense of urgency. Mario’s entire body is shaking. Paras runs toward the ropes…King Infinity pulls the top rope down!!! Paras flips over the top and tumbles to the outside!!! The crowd boos!!! Mario yells out “PAUL!! PAUL?? PAUL?!” His legs finally give out and Biff lands on top of him. The fans continue to boo, furious over Aidan’s actions~

Smith: Ring the dang bell! Scruff…do something!

Hood: For what? I didn’t see anything

Smith: Well then you, my friend, are blind!

~Biff gets to his feet. A fatigued and possibly broken Mauarko lies beneath him. The remorseless behemoth snares Mario and puts him in the piledriver position. He lifts him up, almost in the powerbomb position before leaping into the air and drilling him, head first into the mat!! Mario is limp. Bifford smothers him with his corpulent, flabby frame. Scruff slides in with the count as the fans boo and boo and BOOOO~

1!

2!

3!!!!

Belvedere: Mario Maurako has been eliminated!

Smith: No!! Damnit!

Hood: And the dream dies yet another death. How many lives does this guy have, Smith?

Smith: Could you PLEASE show a little decorum? You have no idea what this means to that man.

~Bifford sits up and laughs. Mario rolls out of the ring and he hits the floor. He leans against the apron, holding his head and neck. He looks down at Paras who is unaware of what’s taken place. Maurako holds out his arms and asks “Where were you?” It starts to come together for Paras. A visibly angered and frustrated Mario turns and heads out, exiting the arena. The fans give him a strong ovation but he doesn’t care…he’s not here for moral victories. Paul stands on the outside of the ring, having recovered from his fall. He sees King Infinity on the apron and Bifford awaiting his re-entry~

Smith: Poor Mario…I certainly sympathize with his situation. He’s angry now but it’s only because he cares so much.

Hood: What a sore loser!

Smith: I’m going to have them cut your mic!

Hood: You do that and we’ll lose half our viewers!

Smith: Why did Mario have to go for Blast from the Past? Why?

Hood: Because he wants so very bad to win this thing. Rather than going out there and just doing what he does he tried to go the extra mile and, well, you see what happened. Bifford…the man is himself, he’s always himself. Same with King Infinity and same with…as much as it pains me to say it…same with Paras.

~Scruff begins a count which forces Paul to re-enter into the ring. King Infinity is yelling instructions out to Bifford. It’s unclear whether or not Biff is even listening. The man is and has always been in his own world. Paras leans into the ropes and shoots off, taking the direct approach with Biff. He leaps in the air but is caught!! Bifford clamps down on the second bear hug of the match. We see King Infinity from ringside cheering and miming the bear hug. He yells out ‘Oh man, that’s GOT to hurt!’ Biff shakes Paras around with the fans chanting for Triple P to hang in there~

Smith: Ugh, I wish someone would shut him up!

Hood: Yea, Paras is screaming like a bitch

Smith: I’M TALKING ABOUT KING INFINITY. Paras isn’t screaming!

~Paras, realizing he’s in bad shape, throws a few head butts into Bifford’s chin. They rock the big man!! His grip loosens. King Infinity yells at Biff to hold on. But, Paras breaks free! He runs into the ropes and bounces off. Bifford gets ready to catch or punch him. Paras avoids both with a dropkick to Biff’s knee!! Biff falls to one knee…the big man is being chopped down!! Paras goes back into the ropes, he bounces off and he flies through the air with a boot to the side of Biff’s head!!! The entire place goes crazy!!! The giant Bifford hits the mat!! He rolls toward the ropes and winds up falling with a loud SMACK to the outside!! The fans chant ‘TRIPLE P!’ King Infinity is stunned, looking on from the apron. Scruff yells out “ONE!” with Biff lying outside the ring, apparently unconscious~

Smith: Acid Test!! Paul Paras just kicked Biff in the head with Acid Test!

Hood: No!!! Don’t let the dream die!

Smith: Bifford is in bad shape! That move has never failed to knock somebody out

~Scruff yells out “THREE!” Paras looks through the ropes at Biff. He contemplates heading out there but does the math and instantly realizes it isn’t worth the energy. So, he falls back and lets the situation play out. He looks over at King Infinity who is anxiously awaiting Biff to emerge. Scruff yells “FOUR!” Collins yells out “WAKE UP, BIFFORD!” Scruff yells “FIVE!” We’re half way there! King Infinity glances at Paras who is growing more confident by the second. Scruff yells “SIX!” Aidan’s anxiety spreads into his legs. Scruff yells “SEVEN!” King Infinity can’t sit back any longer. He hops off the apron and heads over to Bifford who is face down, still. He tries to roll Biff onto his back. Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Finally, Bifford is on his back~

Smith: I don’t think he’s going to make it back in!

Hood: WEAK ASS SHIT!

~Scruff yells “NINE!” Bifford’s eyes are open but he’s clearly not there. The blow to the head knocked him loopy. Aidan tries to get him up but Bifford is just too freakin heavy. Finally Scruff yells out “TEN!” and he calls for the bell. The place goes wild! It’s probably the most celebrated count out in OCW history~

Belvedere: The Big Bifford has been eliminated!

Smith: And now we’re down to two.

Hood: Normally I’d be scared…but Aidan has DOMINATED Paras all match. He’s got this.

Smith: I guess we’ll have to wait and see. One man will advance into the finals and that man will be either King Infinity or Perfect Paul Paras.

~With Biff no longer of any use to King Infinity, he slides into the ring and directs his entire focus on the last hurdle in his way. The fans are heavily behind Paras. King Infinity doesn’t waste any time…he goes directly at Paras who, as always, meets him. They lock up! Paras manages to get a wrist lock! He bends the arm of Collins back, at the elbow, applying pressure to the joints he yanked on earlier in the match. There’s obvious discomfort on Aidan’s face. He reaches back with his free hand, grabs the hair of Paras and yanks him to the mat! Scruff, unable to see what occurred, looks around, suspiciously. The fans boo! King Infinity brings his arm in and holds it close, favoring it~

Smith: That arm is bothering King Infinity

Hood: Good call, Captain Obvious

Smith: I’m just saying…it’s the first ‘chink’ we’ve seen in his in-ring armor since he joined

Hood: Well, fuck, I suppose the guy is human after all

~Paras tries to get up but is stomped back into the mat by Collins. Aidan, angry that he’s feeling pain in his arm, continues to stomp away, trying to pound Paras into the mat. After a while The Perfect One lies, motionless. King Infinity rips him from the mat and spins him around, hooking a waist lock from behind. He hoists Paras up and tosses him on top of his head with a Release German Suplex!! King Infinity returns to his feet. He continues to favor that arm…but his arrogance is on display. He stands over Paras and kicks at the man, talking shit to the downed legend~

Smith: And here he goes again…if you’re that good, just finish it!

Hood: Oh, trust me, he’s about to

~Aidan pulls a weary and visibly beaten Paras to his feet. He grabs him by the chin and yells “I’M THE FACE OF OCW! I’M THE MAN! NOT YOU!” He grabs Paras by the wrist and slings him forward for Hell’s Kaleidoscope!! Paras, though, ducks the clothesline!! He grabs Collins and takes him down, locking him into Messianic Complex (Anaconda Vise)!!! The entire nation of Canada erupts!! He’s got Aidan’s bothered arm locked, tight!! King Infinity writhes and squirms about, trying to get to the ropes! He kicks his feet, attempting to maneuver his body closer to safety. Scruff crouches down, asking Aidan if he wants to give it up~

Smith: He’s going to tap!! This is it! Nobody escapes this move!

Hood: Hang in there, King Infinity! Hang in there!

Smith: Finish it, Paul! FINISH IT!

~King Infinity’s legs near the ropes. He’s close to achieving a break. He lifts his leg up and is about to set it atop the rope when Paras drags him back into the center of the ring!! The fans go WILD! “YES! YES! YES!” Aidan is truly fucked! His hand is closed into a fist…it opens up…he raises it high into the air and then…~

Marcus Welsh: Wait! Wait! Hold on!

~Boos pour down as the OCW GM rushes down to the ring~

Smith: What the…he’s ruining the dang match!

Hood: A savior!

~Welsh gets into the ring and orders a break. Scruff gets Paras to release the hold. King Infinity, who it should be noted, never did tap, reaches for his arm. Paras looks over at Welsh like “What’s this all about?” Welsh, breathing heavily, points toward the nearest big screen. Footage begins to air showing Paras distracting Scruff while Cyanide hit James Raven with a hockey stick which lead to his elimination. Paras shrugs as if to say “So?” Welsh brings the mic to his mouth~

Marcus Welsh: That is clear and blatant CHEATING. I will not have that in my federation, Paras. Dean may have let that shit run amuck, but not me! So, therefore…you are disqualified!

~BOOOO go the fans. Paras is beside himself. He actually goes after Welsh, but Scruff steps in between. Welsh flies through the ropes. He nearly lands on Bifford who is watching all of this while seated against the exterior steps, staring up at a flat screen. He finds the situation comical. Welsh rushes over to Belvedere and says “MAKE THE ANNOUNCEMENT~

Belvedere: The winner of this bout…and the final participant in tonight’s main event….“KING INFINITY” AIDAN COLLINS!!!!!

~BOOO continues the crowd. Paras stares death in the direction of Welsh. He says something like “Screwed again…I should have known.” He exits the ring and throws his hands in its direction. The fans chant “BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!” Welsh slides back into the ring and helps King Infinity to his feet. Aidan makes it very clear that he was going to reach the ropes. Welsh says “I know, I know…I just can’t let injustice stand.” Collins nods, finding respect and admiration in that way of doing business. The entire crowd is nearing a riot level of heat~

Smith: This is injustice at a level I never thought we’d see. Marcus Welsh has gone too far…too far!

Hood: He’s doing what he has to in order to preserve this company, Smith. True leaders make tough decisions

Smith: That was a blatant screw job! How about all the hair pulls and eye gouges by King Infinity?

Hood: I have no idea what you’re talking about

Smith: It’s pretty clear some people in this company play on a different field than others and that, OCW fans, is deplorable.

~It’s getting dangerous near ringside. So, Welsh gets security to escort King Infinity, alongside himself, backstage~

Smith: I’m afraid if I say anything else I could be fired…especially given the way things are being handled tonight. So, let’s send it backstage

~Bob Grenier walks past multiple tents and trailers. He's carrying a bottle of Jaegermeister, and he's bundled up in a heavy jacket.~

Grenier: Just a little something something for Team 2015's celebration later tonight!

~He hears the sound of a whimper as he passes a tent. He stops, looking at the tent with curiosity. The whimpering sounds out a bit louder. Grenier steps forward~

Grenier: Hey, You good in there?

~The whimpering suddenly stops~

Voice: Yes?

Grenier: Are you sure about that? Sounds like your dying amigo..

~The tent flap is pulled open. The Uber Man is behind the flap, and he's been crying~

Uber Man: No. No, it's actually not ok.

Grenier: What's the matter dude?

Uber Man: Everything. Alice won't talk to me about CJ. I've never brought it up to her, but she won't initiate. Mr. Zybala has been to busy to play Super Smash Brothers with me. Tony the Spider has pretty much gone MIA. And my aunt wants me to move out. I don't know what to do. I'm just so depressed. I can't stop crying.

~Grenier looks around, seeing if anyone is watching~

Grenier: I can help you out, man. Can I come in?

Uber Man: Sure. You're more than welcome!

~Uber holds the flap open as Grenier steps inside. They sit on the ground across from each other~

Uber Man: How can you help? Do you have any potions that may sooth my soul?

~Grenier pauses for a moment, then looks at the bottle of Jaeger~

Grenier: I do, This will cure what ails ya!

~Grenier offers the bottle to the Uber Man. Uber Man grabs it, opens it, and begin chugging quickly~

Grenier: Whoa, easy dude.

~Uber Man lowers the bottle spitting out some of what he attempted to drink~

Uber Man: What is this mysterious potion?!

~Grenier doesn't know what to say~

Grenier: It’s... Um...

Uber Man: It tastes like black licorice.

Grenier: Yeah, I'm sorry...

Uber Man: I love black licorice.

~They stare at each other for a moment. Grenier pulls out a joint from his pocket~

Grenier: This might help, too.

Uber Man: Is that... Is that a marijuana?

Grenier: Goddamn right it is!

Uber Man: Marijuana is bad though and isn’t that illegal?

Grenier: Not in Canada Uber! Smoke all you want! I know everyone says it's awful. But it might help you. I smoke out all the time.

~Uber Man is in deep thought for a moment~

Uber Man: But... Marijuana is poison.

Grenier: Poison? Dude, I smoke an ounce a day and look at me! I’m doing fuckin’ great.

~Grenier flexes his arms~

Uber Man: Still... I... I just don't know if...

Grenier: Trust me. Don’t be a bitch... Just take a small little hit and your problems will fade away.

~The Uber Man struggles with the decision. He eventually holds his hand out. Grenier places the blunt and a lighter in Uber Man's hand. He looks back at Grenier~

Uber Man: Are you sure? Are you sure this will just relax me? How do I do it?

Grenier: You just... Here, just put this side in your mouth...

~Uber Man places the blunt between his lips as Grenier takes the lighter back~

Grenier: Now when I say to, you're gonna wanna inhale slowly...

~Grenier ignites the lighter and puts it to the other side of the blunt~

Grenier: Now just...

~Uber Man suddenly inhales super fast and super hard. He immediately starts violently coughing, and Grenier starts laughing as he takes the blunt away from the young man~

Grenier: Shit son! You’re a natural.

~Uber Man keeps coughing violently~

Grenier: Don't worry, it goes away after a minute.

~Uber Man keeps coughing, eventually falling over to the ground. He continues to cough, as Grenier slowly begins to look concerned~

Grenier: Dude.. Are you gonna live? Cough to get off they say, You are gonna be just fine.

~Uber Man's cough slowly fades until he lies still and silent on the ground. Grenier lets out a nervous laugh~

Grenier: Come on, don't be dramatic.

~Grenier leans over and gives Uber Man a push. No response. He does it again. No response~

Grenier: Oh shit...

~Grenier puts the blunt in his pocket and steps out of the tent. He looks around: No one seems to notice he was even there. He quickly moves away, leaving Uber Man lying lifelessly in his tent~

Smith: I...I don't even know what to say

Hood: You see? This is what happens when you legalize marijuana...PEOPLE DIE

Smith: Perhaps we should not inform Commissioner Zybala of what's taken place. He's got so much on his plate already

Hood: I just tried to text him. But all I got was a response saying he was in a conference call with Jimmy Buffett

Smith: Hmm...that's interesting...I guess we'll see what comes of that! Let's all hope Uber is okay...but, the show must go on!

Hood: Callous prick

Smith: It's time to find out who the GREATEST wrestler in OCW truly is...I've been looking forward to this match for a long time...let's head down to ringside!

OCW Championship
“The Marvel” Matt Meyhu © (23-2) vs. Scott Syren (4-1-1)

~All is quiet around the ring. This, my friends, is an anomaly. Nobody is up moving around…everyone is seated, anxiously awaiting what’s to come. A guy slurps LOUDLY on his special edition Iggy Hardy ICEE. Fans around him stare, elbow, and smack him. One guy yells “SHUT THE FUCK UP” which seems ironic. But, whatever. He blushes and places his ICEE back down. Silence resumes…until Belvedere clears his throat. We can feel a shift in the atmosphere…these fans know some serious, historical shit is about to go down and they are ready to witness~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for the match to determine the greatest wrestler in OCW History!!

~And the fans go WILD! The ICEE guy looks around like “What, really? Now?” He jumps up to join the fray but by the time he does everyone has reseated. They yell at him for standing at an inappropriate moment. One guy shouts, “THERE’S THAT GUY WITH THE FUCKING IGGY DRINK AGAIN!” Sheepishly, he takes a seat~

Belvedere: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the OCW CHAMPIONSHIP!!

~The crowd rises to their feet in hysteria! They are chanting ‘OCW’ over and over. The guy with the Iggy drink refrains from standing. A few fans around him look down and yell “DISRESPECTFUL MOTHER FUCKER! GET ON YOUR FEET YOU ASSHOLE!” Giving into peer pressure, the man rises with some uncertainty. As soon as he stands, everyone else sits. He’s left looking like an idiot. “WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH THIS GUY?” a random fan yells. Once again, he sits back down feeling like an idiot~

Belvedere: Introducing first…the Special Guest Referee….

GUESS WHO’S BACK

Smith: And we all know who this song belongs to…

Hood: Lurrr’s finally reached the age where he’s forced to ref instead of fight

Smith: I’d hold judgment on that…Lurrr still looks like he could go, to me

Hood: Stealing more than a peek at the Hall of Famer, eh?

I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick

~The crowd goes wild as Lurrr comes rushing through the opening with the Hall of Fame Title over his shoulder! A loud “LURRR” chant sounds. Lurrr pauses before reaching the ringside area and looks up at the snow that is beginning to fall. It lands innocently enough on his CLASSIC OCW referee shirt. He shivers with a slight chill and decides to head into the ring, under the heaters. He slides in under the bottom rope and pops to his feet. He spins around, arms outstretched before holding his signature flex pose~

Smith: Lurrr wearing his Hall of Fame Championship

Hood: A title he defended against Scott Syren three years ago

Smith: With the aid of Mario Maurako. Let’s not forget that…and let’s also not forget that only Hall of Famers are eligible for that title

~Lurrr pops up from his pose and slaps the face of his Title. He leans in a nearby corner and looks up at the heaters with an expression that says “I’m glad we’ve got those fucking things.” Belvedere nods at Lurrr. Lurrr responds in kind~

Belvedere: From Houston, Texas…he is the first ever OCW Champion…he is the first ever OCW Hall of Famer…he is the current OCW Hall of Fame Champion…he is…LURRR!!!!

~Lurrr turns around and ascends to the second buckle, arms outstretched to a huge ovation from the psyched crowd. He hops off the buckle looking very spry~

Smith: I think we can all assume Lurrr will call this thing down the middle. He simply wants to be a part of history

Hood: We’ll see…we know he doesn’t care for this new era. However, he has always looked upon Syren as his main historical rival

Smith: Lurrr has always believed he’s the best wrestler in OCW history. The only man, up until this year, who could have challenged his own, personal ego for that spot is none other than Scott Syren

Hood: I know, deep down, being looked over for this match has got to piss him off

Smith: Oh, absolutely. I think that’s why he’s carrying his Hall of Fame Title. He’s sending a message. Will he send a stronger message at some point during the bout? We’re about to find out

~Lurrr returns to his corner, leaning against the buckles and taking in the scene. The fans continue to chant his name until Belvedere raises the mic to his mouth. They all quiet down aside from that Iggy ICEE guy again. He continues to chant Lurrr’s name a time or two beyond its expiration. Fans all around him throw trash at the man, beyond sick of his terrible timing~

Belvedere: And now…the challenger…

~Young Thug’s “Memo” begins to drop. All these white ass Canadians start to move and groove to the lyrics. Everyone looks toward the entry way for Syren’s next ostentatious entrance. But, nothing comes~

Smith: Syren making us all wait…again

Hood: Classic Syren!

Smith: I sometimes wonder if he’s aware of the magnitude of this match

Hood: Syren lives in a different world than most. What we deem a big deal is nothing compared to the shit he deals with on a daily basis. It’s pretty much the life of a modern day deity

Smith: Whatever

~The fans look around, trying to find the OCW legend. A voice breaks out “THERE HE IS!” and everyone turns. Syren’s massive arm reaches over from behind the back of one of the bleachers. He pulls himself up and into the crowd. He stands with snow and wind slamming against his ripped body. The man is shirtless. He’s wearing ripped jean shorts and disheveled combat boots. His signature late 90s shades are covering his eyes. He remains motionless…so much so that he could be confused for a statue…or a really solid hologram. Then, he turns and hustles a few rows down before plopping next to the Iggy ICEE guy~

Smith: This won’t end well

Hood: I hope the guy finished his ICEE…you know those things aren’t cheap

Smith: Overpriced merchandise and concession items are a signature of OCW events

~The Iggy ICEE guy, straw in mouth, sucks down part of his frozen beverage while glancing at Syren through the corner of his eye. Syren, shades on, continues to stare ahead. He reaches over and snares the ICEE away, finishing what was left. It turns his lips and tongue blue. He throws the drink over his shoulder and slaps the guy in the back of the head before standing and walking to the bottom of the bleacher section. He leaps over the railing and drops all the way down to the ringside area, landing on his feet with a stick that would make an Olympic gymnast proud. He walks up the steps and enters into the ring, through the ropes. For the first time (we’re not sure how) we notice his defunct, dilapidated REAL World Championship secured around his thick, six pack of a waist~

Belvedere: From The Plain of Fear…standing 6’8 and weighing in at 287lbs…he is a former OCW Champion…he is the self-proclaimed REAL WORLD CHAMPION…he is an OCW Hall of Famer…ladies and gentlemen he is Scott Syren!!!

~A loud ‘SYREN’ chant consumes the ringside area. Lurrr rises out of his corner and heads toward Syren. Syren is standing in a corner staring straight ahead, shades on. Lurrr walks up to the ‘real’ world champion and gets in his face. Syren’s head slowly tilts down. Lurrr unleashes some choice words for the man…we can’t tell what he’s saying~

Smith: What’s he saying?

Hood: It’s Hall of Fame talk, Smith. We aren’t allowed to hear

Smith: I can’t tell if he’s threatening Syren or reassuring the man

Hood: Could it be both?

~Syren’s music comes to a close. The fans are hushed into silence. The man with the Iggy ICEE stands and tries to sneak away to get another concession item. He’s corralled and pulled back down to his seat. “SIT DOWN YOU FUCKING IDIOT…THIS AIN’T NO PISS BREAK MATCH!” a fan yells. Everyone else agrees~

Belvedere: And his opponent…

“LA… LA, LA LA… Wait Till I Get My Money Right…”

Smith: And it’s the song belonging to the champ!

Hood: I got a feeling this might be the last time we see Meyhu with that OCW Title

Smith: That seems to be the opinion of the fans. The closer we get to this match the more people seem to be siding with Syren. Although, I can’t help but get the vibe the fans are hoping for a Meyhu victory

Hood: It’s tough to defeat a legend, Smith. There’s the mystique factor you have to overcome. And, well, once you’ve defeated the legend’s aura you’re faced with defeating the actual legend. Legends don’t become legends by being ordinary.

~The champ emerges in all his glory! The OCW Championship is secured around his waist. He’s wearing a fresh, new black and LIME letterman jacket that says “THE BEST OF ALL TIME” on the back. In his hand he’s carrying what appears to be a signature MARVEL ICEE cut which says “THE GREATEST” on the side. He signals out to the fan in the bleachers and tosses the drink his way. There’s a moment of absolute anxiety for fear he may drop this beverage. The fan, however, MAKES THE CATCH! He gets a smattering of applause. Meyhu tells the guy to enjoy the drink along with the match. He then continues his way to the ring. Syren is paying no attention to the entrance. Lurrr keeps his eyes fixed on The Marvel. It’s evident Lurrr doesn’t care for THE CHAMP~

Smith: Nice of the champ to offer that fan a new, complimentary beverage

Hood: Yea, right. That shit isn’t complimentary. Guarantee you that guy is gonna get billed for that fucking thing

Smith: Meyhu does seem confident tonight…which, well, he always is. But tonight he’s going above and beyond by pushing the narrative that he is, in fact, the greatest

Hood: Yea, he might be yelling that out a little too loud. Could be perceived as insecurity.

~Meyhu reaches the ring steps and stares ominously into the ring. He’s surrounded by two legends. Two mythical figures from OCW’s past resurrected to block Meyhu from attaining his desired future. He shakes his head and says, “Classic OCW”. He rushes up the steps and leaps over the top rope sticking a perfect landing in the ring. He looks over at Syren as if to say “Do that!” Syren is emotionless. He continues to stand in his corner, staring straight ahead with his anachronistic shades shielding his likely bloodshot eyes~

Smith: The champ looking as spry and athletic as ever

Hood: He’s in great shape, I’ll give him that. But Syren is a freak

Smith: A nurtured freak

Hood: Does it matter how one reaches freak status? He’s there, baby!

Belvedere: And, his opponent…FIGHTING OUT OF THE LIME CORNER…from Chicago, Illinois…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 240lbs…he is the reigning and defending OCW Champion…he is “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu!!!

~Belvedere exits the ring. Meyhu’s music dies out. We have ‘SYREN’ chant fire up at its conclusion. Meyhu isn’t all that bothered…he’s morphing from pomp to focused. He removes his jacket and drops it over the top rope, to the floor. Lurrr heads over before Meyhu can unhook his belt. The crowd ceases the Syren chants. They are curious to see what Lurrr is up to~

Smith: What is he going to do? He had words with Syren earlier…

Hood: Just let the man do his job!

~Lurrr motions with his hands for Meyhu to lift his right leg up. The crowd starts to boo. Meyhu points at Syren and asks “What about him?” Lurrr replies “I know Syren. I don’t know YOU.” At first, Meyhu refuses. Lurrr, though, expresses some key sentiments that pertain to his ability to end this match at any time. Meyhu, realizing he’s in no position to demand anything raises his right foot. Lurrr checks it for weapons. The booing increases. Meyhu lifts his left boot. His eyes roll back…he knows this is a sham. Lurrr motions for Meyhu to step forward and hold his arms up. The booing intensifies. Lurrr pats the champ down, ensuring he has no illegal objects. He unhooks the belt and takes it from the champ’s waist as the boos reach their crescendo~

Smith: Listen…I don’t mind if he does that. It’s thorough and, quite frankly, a lost art. However if he’s going to do it he needs to do it to BOTH competitors.

Hood: Syren’s entire body is an illegal weapon, Smith. He’d be forced to disqualify the REAL World Champion instantly which would deprive these fans of the greatest match in OCW history…you really think that’s what he wants to do?

Smith: …

Hood: You know what, on second thought…I think that’s exactly what Lurrr would prefer to do.

~Lurrr stares down into the golden, shiny, opulent plate belonging to the belt he, and only he, has worn on three separate occasions. He sighs before holding the title high up over his head to a resounding ovation from the fans. An “OCW” chant sounds out. Lurrr tosses the OCW Title over his shoulder. He then asks Syren for his REAL World Title. Syren, at first, doesn’t respond. Lurrr motions with his fingers and says “C’mon, give it up!” Syren sort of snarls before unhooking the belt. It makes several loud creaks and groans and a few squeaks…the thing is rusty as shit. Syren finally hands it over. Lurrr, carefully drapes it over his other shoulder…he avoids getting his skin caught on any of the numerous jagged, metal edges. He hands both belts to OCW security. One of them, Belvedere, takes the OCW Championship. The other, some faceless minion, is forced to handle Syren’s belt~

Smith: Lurrr doing a good job of making sure all those belts are squared away before we begin.

Hood: What about his HOF Title?

Smith: He’s only got two arms, Hood!

~Lurrr finally unhooks his coveted HOF Title. He hands it to Belvedere. Belvedere is there to ONLY handle sanctioned OCW belts. With the HOF and OCW Titles in hand, Belvedere walks off, taking a seat. The minion with Syren’s belt leaves the arena area. Everything is clear. The two wrestlers are in their corners with a vibe that says “Seriously, let’s get this shit going!” Lurrr looks around at the crowd. They are chanting “RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL!” Lurrr asks Syren if he’s ready. Syren doesn’t say no. Lurrr bypasses asking Meyhu and he calls for the bell! The entire arena ERUPTS!! A few people may or may not have just ejaculated. The match they’ve been dying to see is FINALLY underway~

Smith: And here we go!!! That had to be the longest pre match entrance segment in company history

Hood: Yes, I think it took like thirty minutes

Smith: Let’s hope the match lasts that long

Hood: Given Syren’s body mass…and, more importantly, the way it’s distributed…I doubt it

~Meyhu is leaning forward on the tips of his toes…he’s ready to go. He storms out of his corner toward Syren, who remains stoic. Meyhu bows up to Syren, talking shit. Syren, still in his corner, glances slightly down at Meyhu…it’s one of those rare occasions where the CHAMP does not enjoy a height advantage. Syren continues to remain motionless. It’s as though he doesn’t realize what’s going on or, even worse, doesn’t care~

Smith: Meyhu has been prepping for this match ever since Serial Thrillers ended. It’s the match he’s wanted since he became informed of the name ‘Scott Syren’. Syren, on the other hand, has been dismissive throughout the entirety of this feud.

Hood: Yep. Syren seems like he couldn’t care less.

Smith: And that’s something that has to be eating at Meyhu. You can see it right now…the champ is lacking in his usual composure. He is physically BEGGING Syren to do something.

~Meyhu gives Syren a few less than aggressive shoves while continuing to talk shit. Finally, he reaches back and backhands the shades right off Syren’s face!! The crowd is hushed. Syren growls. He’s got an eye patch on, for some reason. He reaches forward, grabs Meyhu by the hair and starts to pummel the champion with right hands!! The Syren fans go wild! Meyhu stumbles back toward the middle of the ring. Syren reaches back and delivers a fifth and devastating right hand which drops Meyhu to the mat!! The Syren fans are going wild. The other fans sit, stunned~

Smith: The champion has been dropped by JUST five punches!

Hood: Fuckin Syren, man. He’s a beast

Smith: This is by far the most vulnerable we’ve seen the champ look! He was manhandled!

Hood: And it’s only just begun

~Syren looks down at the champ. Meyhu shakes his head and looks up at Syren, staring the legend in his lone, exposed, crazed eye. Meyhu’s got this look on his face that says “I didn’t expect that.” He rolls toward the ropes, underneath the bottom. He gets to his knees on the apron as Syren remains in the center of the ring, staring the champ down. Meyhu gets to his feet and leans over the top rope, downing a hard swallow of saliva~

Smith: The champ has to recalibrate…recalculate…he’s got to reassess the situation at hand!

Hood: In other words he accidentally awakened a beast

Smith: Indeed…the man known as Scott Syren is fully functional and ready to go.

~Meyhu straightens up and steps through the ropes. He’s no coward. He circles Syren who pivots to keep Meyhu in front of him. Meyhu lunges forward and the two lock up to a huge ovation! Lurrr gets a close look to make sure everything is legal. Meyhu’s quickness earns him an advantage as he hooks Syren in a side headlock. Lurrr warns Meyhu not to choke Syren. While doing so, Syren reaches up and grabs Meyhu by the back of the head (handful of hair). He yanks Meyhu down…The Marvel loses his headlock and falls to the mat. Most of the crowd boos. The diehard Syren fans go wild and call the fans who are booing ‘pussies’. Syren lifts his arm up like he’s going to drop and elbow but rakes the bottom of his combat boot against Meyhu’s face instead. Again, the crowd boos. Lurrr kind of chuckles at Syren’s misdirection. Meyhu rolls onto all fours, holding his face in pain~

Smith: Typical Syren

Hood: Haha, don’t ever change, man!

Smith: And I’m not sure how I feel about Lurrr finding humor in this. This feels like borderline bullying

Hood: Please…nobody can bully the Marvel. Just let it play out and stop being such a fucking bitch

~Syren, this time, doesn’t allow Meyhu the time to recalibrate. He stomps over and snares the champ around the waist. He deadlifts Meyhu off the mat with ease. He holds Meyhu against his chest for a few seconds. Meyhu’s eyes widen, he looks around, nervously. Syren then tosses Meyhu over his head with a release german suplex!! Meyhu hits hard and instantly reaches for the back of his head. The fans all wince from impact. The Syren fans continue to go wild…a few of them yell ‘KILL HIM!’~

Smith: These Syren fans are simply the worst

Hood: You have to admire their loyalty

Smith: They are like pitbulls!

Hood: They aren’t THAT bad…maybe they are like a really irritated greyhound

Smith: What?

Hood: I don’t know

~Lurrr is seen shaking his head with a “that’s gotta hurt” look on his face. Syren stomps his boot right into Meyhu’s gut. Meyhu sits up. Syren grabs Meyhu by the waist once again and just picks him off the mat as if he were a child. He carries Meyhu around the ring, one full squared rotation. He then turns his back toward the center of the ring and tosses Meyhu over his head with a second release german suplex!!! Meyhu lands right on the back of his head and neck!! He leans onto his side, sort of curled up, holding his head and neck in pain. His actions are a lot less than before. The Syren fans start to slap each other on the chest and spit while cheering. Other fans move to get away from them. We can see the fans rearranging their seating to get away from these people~

Smith: The Syren fans are losing control

Hood: They can smell victory, Smith. Their leader…Scott THE MAN Syren is about to tie Lurrr for the most OCW Title wins in company history

Smith: If he dethrones Meyhu then I’d have no choice but to call him the greatest of all time

~Syren stands over the semi-curled up Meyhu. The Marvel looks up. Syren lifts his boot and stomps The Marvel in the face!! Meyhu goes still. He’s on his back. Syren kicks Meyhu onto his front side and reaches down, hooking Meyhu around the waist. Again he deadlifts The Marvel…he lifts him with ease and tosses him over his head with a third consecutive devastating release german suplex!!! Meyhu hits and doesn’t move. He comes to rest on his side. Syren, back on his feet marches over and places the heel of his book into Meyhu’s shoulder. He pushes forward, pinning Meyhu on his back. He looks at Lurrr. Lurrr, with an impressed look, drops to his knees and makes the count~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Smith: The Marvel kicked out!

Hood: I don’t know why I’m surprised…but I am

Smith: Indeed! The man hasn’t been pinned in over two years! But he’s in serious danger of seeing that streak snapped tonight

Hood: Yep, Syren is fucking him up. Meyhu’s gotta get some shit going or he’s fucked

~Lurrr shrugs and pops back to his feet. Syren is unmoved. He remains focused on his task. The Syren fans are yelling ‘BULLSHIT’ and ‘SLOW COUNT’. They have taken over one fourth of the entire bleachered section. We’ll call it the SYREN SECTION. We can’t really tell you what’s going on over there because, well, most of it is unmentionable. We’ll just say they are having fun. Back in the ring Syren has Meyhu hooked around the waist once more. He deadlifts the tired, pain riddled champ and tosses him over his head with another release German. Meyhu remains on the mat, motionless. Syren contemplates a pin…but he’s no fool. He turns and looks toward the nearest corner~

Smith: Oh no

Hood: A release german into the corner? Hell fucking yes!

Smith: This could seriously INJURE Meyhu! Don’t do it, Syren!

Hood: Bye, bye undefeated streak

~Syren snares Meyhu by the waist and hoists him up. For the first time we see Syren struggling ever so slightly. Sweat is starting to coat his ridiculously muscular physique. He carries the increasingly heavy champion toward a nearby corner. Meyhu’s head is hanging, as are his arms…he’s dead weight. Lurrr figures out what’s taking place and nods…he appears interested to see what happens. Syren turns his back toward the corner. He hoists Meyhu up…he nearly loses his grip. His arms shake. He pauses, takes a deep breath and with a slight grunt tosses Meyhu over his head! Meyhu SLAMS into the corner!!! The back of his head slams into the middle buckle. The momentum of his legs causes his body to turn over and he hits the mat, head first. His legs finally fall, hitting the mat. He’s left laying the corner, unconscious, on his back. Syren grabs him by the feet and drags Meyhu toward the center of the ring. The Syren fans are pulling out what appears to be fireworks…they are getting ready for a celebration~

Smith: Why didn’t Lurrr do something?! He just sat back and watched Meyhu get…possibly crippled!

Hood: Because Lurrr ain’t his daddy, Smith. If Meyhu doesn’t want to get his neck snapped then he needs to man up and do something about it

Smith: Then what good is a referee!

Hood: You’re about to find out

~Syren plants a boot on top of Meyhu’s chest and throws his arms into the air. The Syren fans yell out “ALL HAIL SCOTT SYREN!” Lurrr rolls his eyes and drops down for the count~

1!

2!

3!

NO!!

Smith: Shoulder up!! Meyhu got his shoulder up!

Hood: HOOOOLY fucking shit…are you kidding me? Maybe this man CAN’T be pinned…like the laws of gravity or science or whatever forbid it

Smith: It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Hood.

~Syren releases a sigh of frustration and turns, pointing his exposed eye in Lurrr’s direction. Lurrr pops to his feet and holds up two fingers warning Syren not to question his authority. Syren grumbles something about Lurrr not knowing how to count. He reaches down for Meyhu. The Marvel, though, reaches up and rakes Syren across the face! Luckily, he manages to impact the exposed eye!!! Syren staggers back, against the ropes. Meyhu is slow to his feet. He stumbles around, holding the back of his neck. He tries to go after Syren but Lurrr gets in his way. The fans BOOOO. Lurrr berates Meyhu for raking the eyes and tells him he’s lucky he doesn’t get disqualified~

Smith: What is this?! Let the man compete!

Hood: Lurrr is trying to maintain order in that ring, Smith. How dare you dog his effort!

Smith: I’m not ‘dogging’ anything…I’m noticing some less than neutral officiating

~Lurrr finally gets out of Meyhu’s way. As soon as he does Syren rushes forward and takes Meyhu down with a huge clothesline!! The champ drops to the mat and is once again motionless…much of the impact was absorbed by the head. Syren removes his eye patch revealing a perfectly normal second eye. Apparently he’s grown tired of wearing the stupid thing. He stomps on Meyhu a few times, getting some good kicks in. Lurrr watches on~

Smith: This feels like the fix is in…the OG OCW is not going to let Meyhu claim ‘the best ever’

Hood: Oh please…quit your whining. Lurrr hasn’t done ANYTHING to influence this match

Smith: I completely disagree! You’re watching this through SYREN colored glasses!

Hood: Aka X Ray vision!

~Meyhu rolls onto all fours as a way to protect his more vulnerable body parts. Syren takes Meyhu’s waist and lifts him up again. This time Syren struggles pretty fiercely getting Meyhu up. The Syren fans are stunned. Their hero…their legend is…struggling? Lurrr even seems surprised by this. Syren, though, sucks it up…his quivering arms and sweaty body gets Meyhu up and drops him on his head once again with another release german. Syren remains on the mat after executing the move, breathing heavily and staring up at the heaters~

Smith: Is Syren tiring out?

Hood: Nah man he’s just going with misdirection once again…classic Syren

Smith: I don’t think so, Hood. I think the legend is fatigued

Hood: FAKE NEWS

~Syren sits up and gets to his feet. The man is obviously winded despite what Hood and the bleacher section of Syren fans would have you believe. He goes after Meyhu and hooks him around the waist for another german. Meyhu, on his feet, seems vulnerable. Syren pauses, sucking some wind and working up the strength to execute the move. Meyhu, sensing Syren’s weakness, throws a back elbow into Syren’s head! The non-Syren fans pop! Meyhu throws another and another and another…Syren’s grip loosens. The arena is waking up! Meyhu throws a final elbow which breaks the hold. He runs into the ropes, bounces off and SPEARS Syren to the mat!!! Both men are on the mat, struggling to get up…one is fatigued and the other is badly, badly hurt from a shit load of german suplexes. Lurrr, on his feet, looks down with wide eyes…he doesn’t seem too eager to initiate a ten count~

Smith: Meyhu just took Syren off his feet!! Here we go! The Champ is alive and well!

Hood: I don’t know about well

Smith: Okay, well, alive, then

Hood: That’s way too many commas for a ‘sentence’

~Meyhu is the first to his feet. He’s holding the back of his neck and head. He leans into a corner, trying to regain full function of his equilibrium. Syren sits up and looks at Meyhu. There’s a look of pure, unadulterated HATE on Syren’s face. He gets to his feet and marches The Marvel’s way. Meyhu throws a kick at Syren. Syren catches the kick! He drags Meyhu out of the corner…The Marvel is hopping on one leg. Meyhu leaps into the air and SMACKS Syren in the side of the head with an enziguri!!! Syren staggers to his side and into the ropes. Meyhu is back on his feet, somewhat wobbly. He charges at Syren and clotheslines the legend over the top rope and to the floor!! Syren hits hard!! The Syren fans are booing heavily. The rest of the crowd seems solidly behind The Marvel. Meyhu drops to a knee and plants his fist into the mat, shaking his head, blinking his eyes. Lurrr flies through the ropes and checks to see if Syren is okay~

Smith: And of course Lurrr goes out to check on Syren!

Hood: Syren fell like ten feet! Meyhu is basically praying

Smith: I don’t think he’s praying, Hood

Hood: Well, he should be

~Meyhu stands and grabs the top rope. He looks down at Lurrr and Syren. Syren is stumbling to his feet. Lurrr is in the way…Meyhu yells for Lurrr to move. Lurrr looks up and flips Meyhu off. Meyhu loses his last fuck to give and grabs the top rope. He leaps over the top rope with a plancha! Lurrr darts out of the way. Syren looks up and CATCHES Meyhu in midair!! He stumbles and staggers…his legendary strength is failing him. Meyhu, in Syren’s weakened arms, manages to hook Syren’s head…he rotates his hips to the side and drops Syren head first onto the floor with a swinging DDT!! The crowd goes wild! Lurrr again displays a look of shock. Meyhu reaches his feet and leans back against the Plexiglas barrier. Fans try to reach over and touch the champ~

Smith: Listen to these fans! Look at them!

Hood: What the fuck is this?! Why are they cheering for Meyhu?

Smith: Because they want to see him win!

Hood: This is fuckin bullshit

~Syren’s eyes open…he’s got a faraway look embedded within his typically irascible gaze. He sits up and looks around very much like a guy waking up after a long night of drinking. Lurrr, again, asks if Syren is okay. Syren waves him off. Lurrr says “Well fuck you too!” and rolls back into the ring. He administers a count. Syren stands and turns toward Meyhu. As he does Meyhu lunges forward and drills Syren in the face with HUBRIS!! Syren’s body snaps back to the ground with a thunderous SPLAT! The fans continue cheering. Meyhu rolls into the ring as Lurrr yells out “TWO”~

Smith: Meyhu can win and retain his title via countout

Hood: That would be the pussiest ending to a match in the history of OCW

Smith: I’m just saying…he does not have to pin or make Syren submit. That task is up to Syren

Hood: These fans are turning Meyhu into a pussy!

~Lurrr yells out “FIVE!” Meyhu is on his feet looking down at Syren who appears unable to make the count. The Syren fans are booing heavily and calling Meyhu names WORSE than pussy. The Marvel looks around. He looks over at the OCW Title belt. He spots the HOF Title near it. He glances down at his jacket and the phrase “BEST OF ALL TIME.” He sighs. He looks at Lurrr. Lurrr gives him a condescending look while yelling “SEVEN!” Meyhu places his hands on his hips and finally says ‘fuck it’. He hops through the ropes. Lurrr yells “EIGHT!” Meyhu grabs Syren and tosses him back into the ring. He slides in behind Syren breaking the count. Nobody in the arena can argue this act…everyone claps and/or cheers. Lurrr even seems surprised and perhaps somewhat impressed~

Smith: Not that way…Meyhu wouldn’t let the match end in a countout. You have to admire his willingness to prove that he is truly the better man.

Hood: What an IDIOT…take the count out, you moron!

Smith: I thought you were against it?

Hood: That’s because I didn’t think the guy would actually throw Syren back into the ring! Geezus…he’s lost his fucking mind!

~Meyhu doesn’t waste any time reveling in the audience’s admiration. He has work to do. He grabs Syren by the head and peels the big man to his feet. He hooks him for EGO TRIP. He tries to bring Syren down but can’t. Syren is blocking it. Using his left hand, Syren clutches Meyhu by the throat! Meyhu tries to remove Syren’s giant, roided up hand but can’t. Syren frees himself completely from Meyhu’s grasp and bullies the champion into a corner. He refuses to let go once they reach the corner and chokes Meyhu down to the mat. Lurrr stands and watches. The fans start to boo~

Smith: A five count! Where is the five count?!

Hood: Relax, drama queen…he’s letting it play out

Smith: LETTING IT PLAY OUT?! It’s illegal!

~With Meyhu on the mat and Syren continuing to choke the air completely from his lungs Lurrr finally steps in. He counts to five and taps Syren on the shoulder. Syren refuses to let go. Lurrr finally grabs Syren by the shoulder and shoves him up, spinning him around. This forces Syren to let go. Syren scowls at Lurrr. Lurrr responds with “Don’t give me that fucking look!” The crowd is on their feet anticipating something~

Smith: Finally! Lurrr finally showed something that could be considered unbiased

Hood: Get your hands off of Syren, Lurrr! His jealousy…his green is showing!

Smith: Oh please!

~Meyhu gets to his knees. He crawls behind Syren and rolls him up! Lurrr slides in with the count. The crowd is on their feet watching with baited breath~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Smith: Syren kicked out…but barely

Hood: That was way too fucking close. A Roll up? Seriously? He should be disqualified for that alone!

Smith: Meyhu is many things…one of those being advantageous.

~Syren gets back to his feet. He’s breathing heavily and about as red as a man can get without being doused in blood or bright, bright kool aid. Meyhu returns to his feet. He’s breathing heavier than usual but appears to be in better shape. Syren looks at Meyhu, angered by the roll up. He points and says “That’s it, mother fucker!” Syren marches toward Meyhu. Meyhu remains in a fixed position, not backing down. Lurrr watches on. The Syren fans are chanting for Scott to kick Meyhu’s ass. The rest of the crowd is solidly behind the champ. Syren reaches back and lunges forward with a heavy right hand. Meyhu blocks it!~

Smith: Meyhu blocked Syren’s strike!

Hood: No he didn’t! Syren LET him block it

Smith: Why would Syren do that?

Hood: Because he’s Scott Syren…a man of unpredictability

~Syren throws another heavy right hand. Meyhu blocks it again. The crowd goes wild. The Syren fans are miffed. Scott, himself, looks down at his hand. Meyhu seems to be growing in confidence. The tide is turning. Syren throws a third heavy right hand…Meyhu catches the ball of Syren’s fist in the palm of his head. He squeezes. Syren winces. He tries to rip his hand free, but can’t~

Smith: Meyhu is manhandling Scott Syren!

Hood: What the fuck is going on?! Did the Lockwoods slip some shit into my soda?

Smith: This is no hallucination, Hood

~Meyhu throws Syren’s hand away and unleashes a cavalcade of crushing blows. Syren’s head bounces around like a tetherball. He falters back into the corner. Meyhu rushes forward, hitting a big splash!!! He tosses Syren out of the corner. Syren falls to the mat, hurdling over his head before landing on his ass. He’s sitting up. Meyhu throws HUBRIS into the back of Syren’s head, nearly launching it into the crowd. The Syren fans are in stunned silence. The rest of the arena is on their feet going wild. Lurrr looks on, impressed~

Smith: Scott Syren might be out

Hood: Maybe he’s just chilling…powering up before taking control of this match and establishing himself as the greatest of all time!

Smith: I don’t think so, Hood

~Meyhu yanks Syren to his feet. The legend appears incapacitated…unable to fight back. Meyhu hooks him and waits, as though expecting a last ditch effort. None comes. He swiftly drops Syren to the mat with Ego Trip. The fans that were going wild have quieted. The Syren fans all lower their heads…the area is an amalgamation of shock and depression~

Smith: We are witnessing the decimation of perhaps the greatest wrestler in company history!

Hood: He’s going to kick out. He’s GOT to kick out

Smith: He doesn’t have to do, anything Hood. At some point everything comes to an end.

~Meyhu doesn’t pin Syren. Lurrr has a puzzled look on his face. Meyhu rips Syren off the canvas and hooks him for another Ego Trip. Again, he waits for an attack that simply isn’t coming. So, he drops Syren to the mat with a second ego trip. The fans who had quieted are cheering again…a “ONE MORE TIME” chant is birthed. The Syren fans lean back, scratching their necks while sporting looks of uncertainty~

Smith: We are seeing a foundation shift right before our eyes, Hood. Meyhu has won these fans over. The Syren fans are beginning to come around, I think

Hood: This Meyhu guy is great, isn’t he

Smith: What’s that? Seriously?

Hood: I told you he’s the greatest of all time!

~Meyhu pulls Syren up a third time. Lurrr shrugs as if to say “May as well!” Meyhu hooks Syren and looks right into the camera. He announces for the entire wrestling world to hear…”I AM THE GREATEST!” He swiftly and decisively drops Syren with a third Ego Trip. He rolls Syren over and returns to his feet. He places a loose foot on Syren’s chest. Lurrr chuckles and drops to his knees, making the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…AND STILL OCW CHAMPION…“THE MARVEL” MATT MEYHU!!!!!

Smith: Unbelievable! Matt Meyhu just demolished Syren right before our very eyes

Hood: Yea man he hit another gear and left Syren in the dust. Syren came into this match with all his aura and strength…he burned out…old age, whatever you want to call it, got to him and by the end he was worthless.

Smith: I see you’re changing your tone.

Hood: I’m applying to be the leader of Meyhu’s fan club!

~Lurrr hops through the ropes. The fans are chanting for the champion. The Syren fans give Meyhu a round of applause before exiting the arena and contemplating their life choices. Lurrr heads over to Belvedere and retrieves the HOF and OCW Titles. He hurls the HOF title over his shoulder while ascending the steps into the ring. Meyhu, standing over Syren, wipes some sweat from his brow and flicks it onto the legend’s motionless body~

Smith: Matt Meyhu disposed of Scott Syren. That, to me, makes him the greatest wrestler in company history.

Hood: No doubt! I warned Syren this was a bad idea. Meyhu is the man! He’s a Marvel! But Syren just wouldn’t listen.

Smith: Yea, right

~Lurrr enters into the ring. Meyhu approaches. Lurrr, in the corner, looks down at the OCW title. Meyhu extends his hand as if to say “Let’s have it!” Lurrr narrows his vision upon turning his head up, in the champ’s direction. The fans begin to boo. Meyhu’s hands find his hips as he tilts his head~

Smith: And here comes the inevitable show down. Lurrr taking umbrage with another wrestler being labeled as ‘the greatest’.

Hood: In Lurrr’s defense, he has defeated Syren. He’s also the only 3 time OCW champion in company history.

Smith: He’s got an argument, that’s for sure.

~Lurrr leans his head back and pops his neck, showing clear agitation with the situation. He turns to the side. Meyhu, unaware of Lurrr’s in ring abilities, doesn’t know enough to flinch. Lurrr lunges forward, dropping both belts. He kicks his leg out and delivers THE WAKE UP CALL to a stunned, standing, dazed Syren…who had reached his feet behind Meyhu. Syren hits the mat, hard. The crowd pops. Lurrr looks down and hurls some choice words at his long time rival. Meyhu backs away with a feeling that he dodged a flesh and bone comprised bullet~

Smith: Goodnight Scott Syren!

Hood: That might have been the hardest Wake Up Call in history!

Smith: If Syren weren’t unconscious before, he certainly is now!

~Lurrr snares both belts. The HOF Title returns to his shoulder. He looks down at the OCW Title and back at Meyhu. He steps forward and extends the OCW Title. Meyhu looks suspicious because, ya know, he isn’t an idiot. He cautiously reaches out and reclaims his championship. Lurrr reaches out and raises Meyhu’s hand to a huge ovation~

Smith: Meyhu has earned Lurrr’s respect!

Hood: He has done what nobody else could do…he has finally, for good, put Scott Syren down

Smith: Indeed

~Lurrr exits the ring. Meyhu turns and watches the icon leave. Lurrr holds up his HOF title, staring at Meyhu and says “If you ever get in the HOF give me a call!” He does the ‘call’ signal with his hand before turning and exiting. The crowd is chanting the champ’s name…he takes a few moments to take it all in before holding his OCW Title high in the air~

Smith: What a scene! Meyhu is the man around here…he has been for nearly two years and finally…finally the legends are opening up to the notion that Meyhu deserves a seat at their table.

Hood: He’s the shit…but, ya know, in a good way! And it looks like Lurrr might be thinking about defending his HOF Title against Meyhu.

Smith: Indeed it does…but Meyhu must first get inducted into the Hall of Fame to be eligible. Something that is far from a sure thing

Hood: Yea…that’s the only way he’ll get Lurrr, I think. It’s obvious Lurrr is done competing for the active titles. He’s a Hall of Famer and he’s content with that belt.

Smith: Very, very true…what a night for Matt Meyhu…what a YEAR for the Marvel!

Hood: Greatest year in OCW history

Smith: Indeed...well folks we are MOMENTS away from crowning the WINNER of Death March. So, while we get things set up down here, let's head backstage!

~We cut to a tent backstage where Marcus Welsh is speaking with Scruff. He’s laying down some strict orders. We hear the name “King Infinity” uttered quite often along with the phrase “Must Win.” The flap to the tent opens and a gust of snow blows inside, smacking Welsh and Scruff in the face. Welsh scowls~

Marcus Welsh: What are YOU doing here

~We turn to see MIKE ZYBALA standing at the tent’s entrance. Knux and Barry Man is Low are at his sides. Welsh is confused by this sight~

Mike Zybala: You’ve gone too far, Welsh. That stunt with Paras was too much. I called Buffett and you are officially removed from overseeing the rest of tonight’s event.

Marcus Welsh: Yea, right

~Knux and Barry step forward and take Marcus into custody. They start to physically remove him from his tent. The truth seems to be hitting Welsh~

Marcus Welsh: No…wait, what about the show? What about the main event!

Mike Zybala: I’ll handle everything. You just get back to Key West and get your head straight. Don’t worry, if your guys win, you will remain GM. I just want to ensure, along with Mr. Buffett, that a TRUE, rightful winner is declared tonight. I’m sorry it had to be this way, but you left the company no choice.

Marcus Welsh: No! NO!!!

~Welsh is dragged away leaving Zybala in charge. He waves Scruff over. He also notices the camera and waves it over, as well~

Mike Zybala: Scruff, whatever he told you, forget it. Wipe your mental slate clean. Just go out there tonight and call the match down the middle. I’ll inform the wrestlers their order of entry. I’ve already performed a random drawing. Oh, and one more thing…go and find Paras. Tell him he’s in the match.

~The crowd EXPLODES WITH APPROVAL~

Smith: Paul Paras is back in the match!

Hood: Zybala is ruining this great company! The man is a menace!

Smith: He’s setting things RIGHT, Hood. Now, I only hope Paras stuck around and didn’t leave.

Hood: Oh I hope he’s halfway back to Minneapolis by now…please, please, please…

Death March Finals
Aidan Collins vs. Bob Grenier vs. Chad Vargas vs. Mack O’Connor vs. Noah Hanson vs. Paul Paras vs. PerZag vs. Vincent Langston

~It’s late in the day. Or, well, I guess you’d call it evening. The sun has set. The only illumination is provided via artificial lighting. Light snowflakes fall from the sky…they catch the light like dust, or tiny bugs. They descend onto the crowd and around the ring. The heaters keep them from piling up. The fans are prepared. There is a hush over them. There is no hysteria. They all realize how serious this impending match is. Belvedere clears his throat…perhaps the most regal throat clearance in OCW history. The fans give a hearty applause~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!! This match is an elimination style match where the last person standing will be crowned the Death March champion and will receive an OCW Title shot at Flashback against Matt Meyhu on January 28th, 2019!! Each person was given a number at random via commissioner Zybala…so, introducing the person who drew #1…

Smith: Okay Hood…just to clarify some things because I think the rules on this match have been a bit foggy. These competitors will come out based on numbers they drew. They can be eliminated via pinfall, submission or knock out.

Hood: Can’t wait to see the unlucky fucker who drew #1

~”Penetrating Eye” by Thee Oh Sees hits and the crowd goes WILD!! They taunt and mock King Infinity as he appears and makes his way to the ring. It’s obvious, based on the look he’s wearing that he is not happy with his draw. A few snowflakes hit him in the face, he angrily swats them away. He reaches the ring and rolls inside. He gets to his feet and we can quickly tell that his arm is still bothering him~

Belvedere: From Hell’s Kitchen, New York…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 225lbs… “King Infinity” Aidan Collins!!!

Smith: Turnabout is fair play!

Hood: The fix is in!! Zybala has rigged this match! Collins is going to get screwed!

Smith: That’s not how Zybala works, Hood. That’s how WELSH operates

Hood: Yea, right

~His music dies out. The fans mockingly chant “NUMBER ONE!” Collins refuses to let it bother him. Instead, he proclaims that coming out first simply means they get to see more of him. This kills the chant. The fans BOOOO the arrogant, unflappable King Infinity~

Belvedere: And now for the competitor who drew #2…

~The crowd is silent, anxiously awaiting the arrival of number two. King Infinity keeps a steady gaze on the entrance, eager to see whose ass he’s going to kick. "I Am Legend" - Colton Dixon blasts through the arena! The fans pop knowing that Langston is going to give King Infinity more than a tough fight. Collins shrugs it off…he’s faced them all. He’s not afraid. Langston emerges and makes his way to the ring. He’s focused. He’s got his eyes locked on Aidan Collins, ready for the challenge~

Smith: And Langston will start things off against Collins!

Hood: Another Welsh guy…well, what do you know

Smith: Well, to be fair, six of the eight competitors are Welsh men

Hood: Who knew the Welsh were such prolific breeders!

Smith: Not your best

Belvedere: From Washington, DC…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 230lbs…he is the Savage Champion…he is the Oh Shit Contract holder…he is Vincent “The Legend” Langston!!!

~Collins seems unimpressed with Langston’s list of accomplishments. Belvedere exits the ring. Langston apparently left his title and contract in the back. So, he’s ready. Collins was BORN ready. The bell sounds and the fans jump to their feet with excitement~

Smith: And here we go!! Collins with very little rest after taking part in the most arduous of the four qualifiers

Hood: Weak

Smith: Langston received the second longest amount of rest after a fairly tough qualifier

Hood: Ass

Smith: And Collins enters this match with a sore arm

Hood: Booking

~Langston goes right after Collins. Aidan, seeing the giant barreling toward him, slips out of the ring under the bottom rope. This elicits boos from the fans. Langston leaps over the top rope and lands on his feet behind Aidan. King Infinity turns around…guy didn’t really expect a man the size of Langston to be so agile. When he does he gets drilled in the head with a right hand!! The crowd goes wild!! Langston isn’t their favorite but after what’s happened tonight they loathe the idea of King Infinity winning. Langston stomps away on Collins until Aidan is able to roll under the ring and vanish. Vincent says “Seriously?” He drops to one knee and reaches for the apron cloth. The fans all yell “DON’T DO IT!” He thinks twice and takes their advice~

Smith: Fans giving the somewhat green Vincent Langston advice

Hood: It’s like King Infinity is fighting the entire nation of Canada!

Smith: He’s brought it all upon himself

~Langston heads for the steps to re-enter the ring. He walks up, reaching the top of the steps. Suddenly, two hands reach up and rip at his legs, taking them out from under him! He falls forward slamming face first into the top of the steel steps!! The fans boo heavily as they see King Infinity rise from behind the other side of the steps. Langston is holding his face, rolling around in pain. King Infinity doesn’t waste any time in standing over The Legend and stomping away~

Smith: Ugh

Hood: What a genius! This is definitely the man we need leading OCW in 2019!

Smith: I disagree

~Collins pulls Langston to his feet and tosses him back into the ring. He slides in behind and goes for a quick cover. As he does, we hear a buzzer sound~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

~Collins pummels Langston in the head, angry that he would DARE kick out. He pauses as "Killin In The Name of" by Rage Against the Machine hits!! The crowd goes wild as Noah Hanson emerges and runs down to the ring~

Smith: It’s the WWH Champion!! He drew number three!

Hood: Should have drawn number one…or number zero

Smith: He’s earned his spot here, Hood. Relax!

~Hanson, still favoring that elbow, slides into the ring, ready to do battle. Collins pops to his feet. He laughs right in the face of Noah. It’s pretty clear Aidan has ZERO respect for this man. Noah responds by diving head first and butting Collins in the nose!! A stunned Aidan staggers back, holding his face. Noah reaches forward, grabs King Infinity and tosses him over his head with an Exploder Suplex!! King Infinity rolls out of the ring. Noah goes after him but is grabbed from behind by Langston. Langston twirls Noah around, he lifts him up, tosses Noah over his shoulder and slams him into the mat with a powerslam!!! The ring shakes with impact!! Langston, who is sporting a solid gash in his forehead, remains on the mat, staring up into the heaters overhead~

Smith: That’s what King Infinity gets for showing blatant disrespect to another legend!

Hood: Noah may be a legend at the high school gymnasium down in Topeka, Nowhere but around here he’s just some dude

Smith: WWH is a well-respected federation with many, many talented wrestlers

~Hanson manages to get to his feet first. He holds his lower back while reaching for the head of Langston. He pulls Langston up and knees him in the gut. Hanson slaps on a front face lock while bullying the larger man into a corner. He wrenches the lock around the neck, trying to wear Langston down. Vincent lets out something of a growl, finding annoyance in the discomfort he’s experiencing. He lifts Hanson up and tries to throw him off…but Noah holds onto the front face look and drops Vincent head first into the mat with a DDT! Langston appears to be out!! Noah rolls Langston over and goes for the pin! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Smith: Langston kicked out!

Hood: Damn man he’s taking a beating early on

Smith: Well he’s the youngest one on this match, I do believe…so it would make sense for the vets to target him

~Hanson remains focused. He’s too savvy to let a nearfall get him distracted. He returns to his feet and leans into a corner, eyeing Langston. He’s waiting for Langston to get to his feet. Noah has something painful in mind. Langston is on all fours. He gets to one knee. Noah takes off! He sprints toward Langston but is INTERCEPTED half way by a lunging KING INFINITY!! Aidan Collins spears right through Noah with THE ICE PICK!! The crowd is like “HOLY SHIT!!” The impact sends both men through the ropes and to the outside. Langston looks around like he just witnessed a car wreck. The crowd goes wild…they chant ‘HOLY SHIT’ as we get a view of both Collins and Hanson on the outside, breathing heavily, dealing with some pain~

Smith: Aidan Collins just put his own body at risk by spearing through Noah Hanson!

Hood: He must REALLY hate Noah

Smith: I don’t think they are friends

Hood: I like the aggression but, geez…keep your body intact, King Infinity…we’ve still got five other names coming out!

~Langston heads for the ropes and looks down at the carnage that is Hanson and Collins. He’s about to step through the ropes when a buzzer sounds. He throws a curious look over his shoulder as "Where the Hood at" by DMX blasts through the Canadian PA! The fans leap into the air!! Children are sacrificed in the name of the man who’s heading to the ring…it’s Canada’s greatest export…the Canadian hero himself…BOB GRENIER!! Grenier rushes to the ring with a chair in hand! The man came prepared. Langston, with blood running down the middle of his forehead, tilts his neck to the tune of a loud ‘pop’. He’s awaiting Grenier’s entry~

Smith: And it’s Bob Grenier! He’s drawn position four which means we are halfway through the entrants and everyone is still alive!

Hood: Fuck man wouldn’t it be great if Bob won this? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m King Infinity all the way but a Grenier win would make up for an entire year of struggle

Smith: It would be an OCW Cinderella story

Hood: Yep, too bad we don’t dabble in fairy tales around here

~Grenier slides into the ring with his steel chair. He pops to his feet and takes a giant swing! Langston ducks. Bob stumbles forward. Langston turns around and grabs Grenier from behind. Bob slings the chair upward and it smacks Langston in the forehead, providing a pretty nice sized splatter of blood. Vincent falls back, into a corner. Bob turns around, chair in hand and bad shit in mind. He reaches back with the chair and drops it! He falls to the mat…King Infinity stands over him. A well placed kick from behind, into the crotch dropped Bob. The fans BOO louder than ever. Collins snares the chair and stands over Bob relishing in the idea of ending his night~

Smith: As if this man isn’t hated enough…now he wants to kill the dream of a nation!

Hood: Can we REALLY consider Canada a nation?

Smith: Uh, yes

Hood: REALLY??

~King Infinity taps the top of the chair against the mat, preparing to pummel Bob with it. Much like Grenier earlier, he lifts the chair up only to have it taken away. Collins turns around to find Noah Hanson with the chair in hand. King Infinity throws his hands up, asking Noah for a reprieve. But Noah, who is holding his ribs in pain after suffering that Ice Pick is not so forgiving. He drills Collins in the gut with the chair! The fans go wild!! Collins falls backward, through the ropes, landing on the apron. He scrambles to his feet. Noah reaches back and he drills Collins in the head with the steel chair!! King Infinity falls down, slamming against the apron and landing on the outside! A “NOAH” chant fills the arena…he has won these Canadians over~

Smith: Alright! Now, if only he had landed IN the ring

Hood: King Infinity’s subconscious is more alert than most people’s conscious. Even half in the bag the guy knew not to fall down in the ring…what a champion

Smith: He’s NOT a champion…not here, anyway

Hood: Not yet

~Hanson tosses the chair aside. He snares Bob by the hair, pulling him to his feet. The fans go from cheering Noah to booing him! Noah doesn’t mind it, he gets it, Bob’s the hometown hero. Noah gets Bob in a clinch and throws some knees up at Bob’s face. Bob does his best to block them. The crowd fires up with a “BOB!” chant. Grenier suddenly sits out and pops Noah in the mouth with a jaw breaker!!! Hanson stumbles back, tripping over the chair and coming to rest, seated against the bottom buckle. Grenier charges in, he leaps over the chair and delivers a suspended drop kick into the face of Hanson!! The fans are going crazy! Bob is on his feet full of fire and energy. And, that’s exactly the moment when a recovered Vincent Langston nearly takes his head off with a lariat!! Bob hits the mat hard to thunderous BOOS from the fans. Langston heads straight for the chair~

Smith: Bob was on a roll for a minute there

Hood: It’s a good thing his name is Bob. I don’t think these fans could chant anything complicated

Smith: Sure they can…they’ve been chanting stuff all night

Hood: Meh, Fake News

~The Legend snares the chair just as the BUZZER SOUNDS. He turns and looks toward the entrance…he’s experiencing some DÉJÀ VU. 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor hits!! It’s PERZAG!! The Worthiest of them All hustles to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Langston swings the chair at Zag, once Zag gets to his feet…Zag ducks it and drops Langston with a Zig Zag!!! Langston hits hard, dropping the chair. PerZag kicks the chair away and walks over to Bob. He extends his hand. Bob accepts to a huge ovation from the fans~

Smith: Uh oh

Hood: Team 2015 lives!

Smith: I wasn’t sure how they’d work together in this match but it appears they are going to continue as a team until that is no longer an option

Hood: Well, at least these two…Mack or Chad could be a different story

~Bob pulls Langston to his feet. He whips Langston at Zag, who is standing near the ropes…Zag bends over and hoists Langston in the air, over the top rope and all the way to the floor! Langston lands with a loud SPLAT!! He instantly arches his back, writhing in pain. We spot King Infinity peeking over the mat…he doesn’t like what he sees, so he dips back down. Zag points at Hanson and says “Let’s get him out of here!” Grenier nods along~

Smith: PerZag and Bob Grenier are 100% OCW. They obviously want Noah Hanson, the lone outsider remaining in Death March, eliminated from the contest

Hood: Yep…only a PURE OCW star should win this thing…at least, that’s my opinion…and theirs, too

~Grenier and PerZag trade off stomping Noah in the corner. The fans are having a great time…I mean, yes, they like Noah. But Grenier is their boy. We spot Aidan Collins sneaking around the ring, over to Langston. He pats Langston on the chest. Vincent looks up and raises his fists. King Infinity holds his hands up and goes “Whoa, big man!” Langston hesitates long enough for Collins to talk strategy~

Smith: I don’t like him, but he’s smart. Aidan Collins can see that Team 2015 is going to try and dominate this match

Hood: Yep. 2015 was one of the worst years, business wise, in OCW history. We don’t need these guys winning.

Smith: Whatever! 2015 was one of the best years OCW ever experienced!

~Zag and Grenier finishes stomping on Hanson. They pull him to his feet and, together, whip him across the ring. He hops over the chair and slams, front first into the buckle!! He remains there, slouched over. Zag charges in and leaps into the air with a huge splash. He grabs Hanson by his weakened elbow and whips him toward a charging Grenier who plows through him with a shoulder tackle!! Hanson hits the mat hard and appears to be barely moving. Langston, now in full conversation with Collins, points toward Hanson. Collins hesitates, it’s clear he doesn’t want to include Hanson in their plan. Langston, though, stresses the fact they need him~

Smith: Langston talking sense while King Infinity is letting personal issues get in the way of strategy

Hood: That or he doesn’t want to get in the middle of all that carnage

Smith: Yea, I guess that could be the case. But they’d better hurry because another participant will be out here shortly and there’s a 66% chance he’s Team 2015.

~Collins and Langston crawl toward the ring. Grenier pulls Hanson up and shoves him toward PerZag. He tells Zag “Remind these people what PerZag Perfection looks like!” Zag nods. Collins and Langston slide a ladder into the ring. They hurry into the ring and pick the ladder up. Grenier turns around…as does Zag. Zag drops Hanson. Langston and Collins sprint forward and slam the ladder into Grenier and Zag, taking them down!! The fans BOOOOOO. Collins points at Hanson. Langston lets go of the ladder and works on reviving Noah. Collins slams the top of the ladder repeatedly into the mid sections of both PerZag and Grener…and, that’s when the buzzer sounds~

Smith: And it’s time to find out who drew the sixth spot!

Hood: I hope it’s Paras and I hope he doesn’t show

Smith: That would be terrible. We still haven’t received confirmation that he stuck around after the debacle that was the end of Team Maurako versus Team Collins

~"Needle and the Spoon" - Lynyrd Skynyrd hits and the crowd goes wild! It’s an ally of Bob Grenier!! Chad Vargas doesn’t waste any time! He sprints to the ring saying things like “Bitch” and “Fuck” and “Queer” and “Douche” and “Shit” and “WEAK ASS” and, well, we’ll throw another “FUCK” in there, just because. Noah is half conscious…Langston ushers him out of the ring before popping to his feet. He stands next to Collins…they are the welcoming party for The Confederate Icon~

Smith: It’s Chad Vargas!! He’s here to earn a rematch against his most hated rival…Matt Meyhu!

Hood: Shit man…Vargas coming in THIS late. He’s going to be hard to beat

Smith: You could say that about ALL these men…we’ve got three former OCW Champions, currently. A current WWH champion. The OCW Savage Champion and Oh Shit Contract winner…and the new FACE of the company. These men are all headliners!

~Vargas pauses before sliding in the ring. He weighs the odds and knows they are against him…but he’s Chad Mother Fucking Vargas. So he says ‘fuck the odds’ and he slides into the ring. King Infinity and Langston rush at him with the ladder. Vargas dodges it!! They stumble forward. Vargas catches both men from behind and drops them with a DOUBLE STROKE onto the ladder!!! The fans are going CRAZY!!!! Langston and Collins are out!! Vargas makes a quick choice and he goes to pin Collins! The fans are chanting “YES!” “YES!” Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

NO!

Smith: What happened? That was THREE!

Hood: Noah FREAKIN Hanson! I take everything I said back! You’re the man! A true A-lister!

Smith: Noah SAVED Aidan? What the heck…

Hood: The odds, Smith. He, like Collins, is a veteran and knows what’s happening. He NEEDS Collins and Langston if they are going to survive.

~And, it’s true…Noah Hanson, whether you think it’s smart or not, broke up the pin right before Scruff could count three. Vargas looks at him and scowls saying, “You stupid looking mother fucker!” Hanson pops to his feet. Vargas does the same. Chad lunges with a lariat…but Hanson ducks and drops Chad with SLING BLADE! Vargas hits hard. PerZag and Grenier get to their feet. Hanson sees this and gets Collins and Langston to roll out of the ring. The trio regroup while Zag and Grenier help Vargas back to his feet~

Smith: And we’ve got a…south of the border standoff!

Hood: Nice hustle, racist

Smith: I’m not racist!

Hood: A few minutes of Chad Vargas and you become the grand wizard. Look at ya!

~We see Collins, breathing heavily and gathering his wits look at Hanson. He tells Hanson “Thanks, although I’m not sure I would have done the same thing.” Noah ignores his words. Langston leans against the barricade, like Aidan, he’s still recovering from The Stroke onto the ladder. Noah begins to diagram a strategy. Aidan steps in and waves him off saying “No, let’s wait and see who’s next” Noah says “What if it’s Mack?” Aidan replies, “What if it’s Paras. That gives us an advantage.” Langston replies, “Paras hates you.” King Infinity responds, “He’s not stupid. He’ll stick with us to route these 2015 rejects. It’s our best shot.” Noah doesn’t like the idea. Vincent doesn’t seem to really care. But, they all go with it. So, they remain outside. Vargas yells down at them “Get in the ring you fucking pussies!” Noah is agitated and feels the need to compete. As does Langston…but King Infinity continues pushing his idea~

Smith: I don’t know about this

Hood: It’s a gamble, for sure

Smith: Even IF Paras is next…assuming he’s even here…he might just team with Grenier, Vargas, and PerZag

Hood: Maybe but I think he’ll go with Collins, Hanson, and Langston. Paras may be PURE OCW but he’s not from that 2015 clique. That was a very, very tight group.

~Vargas looks at Grenier and PerZag. He says loudly “LOOK AT THESE PUSSIES!” Grenier and PerZag nod. Vargas yells out “WEAK ASS BITCHES!” He motions for them to step into the ring and FIGHT! Hanson looks at Collins, it’s clear he’s getting tired of standing out there. Langston is, too. These men do not want to have their courage questioned. They move toward the ring but King Infinity puts his shoulders into their chests and holds them back. He talks about the bigger picture and the OCW Title. And that’s when the BUZZER SOUNDS. The entire crowd rises with anticipation. Hanson and Langston turn toward the entrance…who is it going to be~

Smith: Who is it going to be? Oh my gosh this is the biggest reveal of the night!

Hood: If it’s Paras then Aidan is a genius. If it’s Mack…well, I’m afraid King Infinity, Noah Hanson, and Vincent Langston may be fucked

Smith: The music is about to hit!

~An eerie quiet covers the arena…tension is in the air. The entire WORLD has their ears perked. And…then…it happens…"Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers HITS! The fans go WILD!!! Vargas laughs from inside the ring. PerZag and Grenier point at Hanson, Collins, and Langston saying “You guys are fucked!” Mack O’Connor emerges from the back with a flask in one hand and brass knuckles covering the other! A loud “MACK! MACK! MACK!” chant fills the snow filled Canadian skyline~

Smith: And here comes Mack!

Hood: Ah shit…King Infinity, your my boy but this plan did NOT work out

Smith: No, it did not

~Hanson looks at Aidan and says “Well that’s just GREAT!” Mack marches around the ring, heading straight for the trio. He takes a swig from his flask and wipes whatever spillage occurred away. Vargas hops through the ropes, joining Mack. Mack hands him the flask. Vargas takes a pull. PerZag hops out behind the trio. Grenier remains in the ring. The three men are trapped. Mack and Vargas reach the same side of the ring as Collins, Hanson, and Langston. Mack reclaims his flask and takes a swig. He looks Aidan in the eye and says “Get fucked.” Vargas charges forward and PerZag charges from behind! Grenier suddenly leaps over the top rope and crashes atop all three!! They go down! Grenier gets to his feet and helps Vargas and PerZag stomp away! Mack finishes his flask and hurls it into the crowd. The fans are all chanting “2015! 2015! 2015!”~

Smith: And 2015 is running wild! A year that never gets any credit! These four men held OCW together when it looked to be falling apart! When TIO, Brianna, Sean Fuller, Alice Knight, Danny B, MJ Bell, and many, many others deserted this company PerZag, Grenier, Mack O’Connor and Chad Vargas placed OCW on their shoulders and kept it going!

Hood: Fuck yea they did…without these four we wouldn’t have any Meyhus or CJ O’Donnells or King Infinitys. We owe them everything

~Collins, Langston, and Hanson are down. The four members of Team 2015 stand over them. Vargas yells out “GRAB THE OUTSIDER!” They grab Noah and toss him in the ring. All four men enter and surround Noah. Collins is seated against the barricade, nursing his sounds. Langston gets to one knee and peers inside. He sees that Noah is in deep shit. He moves to help him, but Aidan grabs his arm and says “Forget about him, it’s too late.” Langston seems bothered by this~

Smith: Oh come on! Noah saved Aidan earlier in the match! Return the favor!

Hood: Oh, yea, sure, I bet you’d just LOVE to see King Infinity sacrifice himself for some OUTSIDER

Smith: It’s called being a decent person

Hood: Decent people don’t win championships, Smith

~King Infinity, seeing the bothered look on Vincent’s face explains his position. Meanwhile, inside the ring we see Vargas holding Noah. Mack looks at his shiny pair of brass knuckles and he lunges forward, punching Noah as hard as he can in the face!! Vargas finishes Noah off with The Stroke!! He flips Noah over and covers him. Scruff slides in with the count~

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Belvedere: Noah Hanson has been eliminated!

Smith: I don’t know how far Noah would have made it if he had never aligned with Aidan Collins…but I doubt his ending would have been what we just witnessed

Hood: He made his choice and now he’s got to deal with it

Smith: Ugh

Hood: Hey, what are you so upset about? Now King Infinity is facing even WORSE odds

~Hanson rolls out of the ring and is helped to the back. He gets a tremendous ovation from the fans for his effort. Vargas points at Collins “I WANT HIM!” Mack replies “No, the big guy first.” Vargas doesn’t seem to agree with this but nods at Zag and Grenier. They fly through the ropes and go after Langston. He battles them with everything he’s got. Collins stands to join the fight until Vargas hops out of the ring. Collins backs away and watches as they force Langston into the ring. He hurries around the ring looking for a weapon…an equalizer for when his turn comes~

Smith: Wow, what a teammate!

Hood: Technically they aren’t teammates…he’s trying to survive, Smith

Smith: It just makes me sick

Hood: Yea well I guess it must suck being allergic to 100% awesome

~PerZag has Langston locked up, exposed to Mack. Mack looks down at his brass knuckles which spell out “2015”. The BUZZER sounds! The crowd goes quiet…they turn to the entrance. Mack hesitates. Vargas marches toward the ropes nearest the entrance, along with Grenier. King Infinity looks up~

Smith: We know who it is supposed to be…but is he here, did he stick around?

Hood: I kind of hope so…but I also kind of hope not

Smith: Top notch analysis, as always

~"It Doesn't Seem to Matter" by Army of Anyone hits and PAUL PARAS APPEARS. He stuck around!! The crowd gives a huge pop for the legend! He may not be Canadian, but, eh, they love the guy anyway. Paras looks at the four men in the ring and sighs…it’s going to be rough. But, he rushes to the ring. He slides in and greets Vargas and Grenier head on! They engage in a two on one brawl!! Paras is holding his own. Mack waits for Vargas and Grenier to gain the upper hand, but they can’t! The legend is going wild! The fans are stunned! Mack and PerZag feel the need to help. They drop Langston. Collins spots the chair in the ring. He slides in and grabs it! He pops to his feet and cracks PerZag in the back with the chair!! PerZag falls to the mat. Mack turns around and throws his brass covered fist out of instinct. Aidan greets it with the chair. Mack’s hand goes THROUGH the chair! Which is COOL but he’s also kinda stuck. Aidan lunges forward and takes Mack down with a SlingBlade!!! He pops back up and joins Paras in brawling with Vargas and Grenier. Collins takes Grenier while Paras takes Vargas. Paras clotheslines Vargas over the top rope while Collins clotheslines Grenier! They’ve cleared house. Collins turns around to pat Paras on the shoulder…but Paras shoves Collins away. His momma didn’t raise no fool!~

Smith: Team 2015 has been stymied! Paul Paras has turned the tide!

Hood: Hey, how about a little love for King Infinity! Paras was a dead man without his effort

Smith: No

~Collins, feeling shunned, walks up behind Paras like he’s going to attack him. PerZag kips up! This grabs both their attention. He’s about to charge toward them when Langston reaches up and yanks him down by the hair!! PerZag hits hard. He struggles back to his feet. Langston boots him in the gut and drops him with Scars of War!!! Scruff slides in for the count. Collins and Paras instinctively guard the ring for any pinfall break ups. Mack is still down inside the ropes~

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Belvedere: PerZag has been eliminated!

~The crowd boos, realizing that one of Bob’s allies has been removed from the match. PerZag exits the ring, pissed off. Vargas and Grenier are on their feet, realizing what happened. He walks by them on his way out. He tells them to “Win it for 2015!” They nod. The crowd gives a loud ovation for PerZag with a “YOU ARE WORTHY!” chant~

Smith: Heck of an effort by PerZag! He’s had a very limited and disappointing year…but tonight more than made up for that

Hood: I hope he gets that OCW Title again one day…I’d like to see him make up for his first run as champion

Smith: Same here

~Paras helps Langston up. Collins steps into frame patting him on the back. Mack finally starts to move and is able to get his hand out of the chair. Paras goes after him. He helps Mack to his feet before slamming him in the head with a roaring elbow!! Mack stumbles into the corner, knocked silly. Grenier slides into the ring. Langston goes after him! The two men begin to brawl. This leaves Vargas and Collins. Chad enters the ring and appears to relish the opportunity to go after King Infinity. Aidan looks around…it’s a one on one scenario so, hey, he’s cool. He motions for Vargas to come at him! Vargas does and the two brawl! Paras, with Mack subdued, tries to remove his brass knuckles. It’s almost like removing the gauntlet from a purple due’s hand. Paras is struggling to get it free. Langston, meanwhile, has Grenier corner and is lifting heavy knees into his midsection. He stops and tosses Grenier head first out of the corner. Bob tumbles forward, near the chair. Langston goes after him but receives a slinging chair into the side of the knee! Langston drops to one knee…the impact stunned his joint. Grenier pops to his feet with the chair in hand~

Smith: Awareness! Bob Grenier utilized his surroundings

Hood: I mean, sure…he landed near the chair. Didn’t have to be THAT aware to see it

Smith: I’m just saying…that’s a savvy vet in there with a man still finding himself, professionally speaking

~Vargas seems to be winning the war of fists with Collins. Aidan reaches up and goes for Chad’s eyes. Chad blocks him and is PISSED. “Mother fucker…I INVENTED CHEATING!” he yells before kicking Collins in the groin!!! Aidan falls backwards, through the ropes, all the way to the outside. The crowd gives Vargas a huge ovation…he holds his arms up and yells “KING KONG AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME!!” A loud “VARGAS!” chant fills the air. Grenier taps him on the shoulder. Chad turns around, fist ready. He sees it’s Bob and is like “Shit, Bob, be careful ya fuckin choad!” Bob laughs and points at Langston, who is prone. “Let’s get rid of this big fucker,” Bob says. Chad cannot disagree. They head Langston’s way. The Legend, though, POPS UP he grabs both Bob and Chad and drops them with a double SPINEBUSTER!!! Chad lands on top of the chair Grenier uses earlier!! Bob lands safely on the mat and rolls out. Aidan, wincing from the dick shot, spots Chad’s misfortune and slides into the ring~

Smith: And King Infinity spots an opportunity

Hood: I love this man…NO HOMO

Smith: Get up, Chad! Get up!

~Collins picks Vargas up…he looks around. Bob is out of the ring. Langston is leaning in a corner, recovering from the damage accrued. Paras continues trying to remove the brass knuckles from Mack(that’s taking a really, really long time!) The coast is clear, in other words. Collins hooks Vargas for Hell’s Kaleidoscope! He pulls Vargas forward but Vargas DUCKS!! He hooks Collins for THE STROKE! The chair is right in front of Aidan! King Infinity sees this…he reaches over with his free hand and eye rakes the shit out of Chad’s face!!! Chad yells “FUCK!” and loses his grip. King Infinity turns around and kicks Chad in the groin. He pulls Chad in and drops him with HELL’S KALEIDOSCOPE!!! Vargas falls down on the chair for a second time!! Aidan wastes no time in going for the pin. Scruff slides in with the count~

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Belvedere: Chad Vargas has been eliminated!

~The fans boo even louder for this elimination. Bob’s chances seem to be diminishing. Vargas appears out. OCW officials reach him, pulling him from the ring. Bob, on the outside helps Chad away from the ringside area. Vargas starts to come to and murmurs something about “I hate that fucking guy. WEAK ASS BOOKING!” The fans give him a huge ovation! Vargas likely doesn’t care…it’s first or last for that man. Grenier returns to ringside. Langston is in the ring. Collins is in the ring. Paras is harassing Mack’s hand. It isn’t looking good~

Smith: And what was once a commanding advantage has turned into a dark, pit of despair

Hood: Pit of misery?

Smith: Sure, if you wish

Hood: DILLY DILLY!

~Bob backs up against the Plexiglas. It’s a tough task in front of him. Paras nearly has the brass knuckles removed. Mack leans forward, headbutting the Perfect One in the head!! Paras stumbles back, dropping to a knee. Mack gets the brass knux back into proper position. He looks around, spotting the 3 on 2 disadvantage and says, “What the fuck happened?!”~

Smith: While Mack was fighting off Paras at least one of his teammates was eliminated.

Hood: Yep…losing Vargas was a huge blow to Team 2015

Smith: Indeed…he’s one of the best we’ve ever seen

~A Canadian fan, noticing Bob’s despair calls out “Eh! Choad! Look up here, will ya?” Bob looks up and a very heavy, replica of the STANLEY CUP is dropped into his arms. “Look inside, EH?” the fan yells. Bob removes a giant bag of Canadian’s FINEST green. He opens the bag and throws it in his mouth…skipping any formalities. He chew sit up and much like Popeye he POWERS UP. The fans are going wild! “BOB! BOB! BOB!” Collins is like “What the fuck is this?” Mack nods and gets out of the ring. Bob rushes forward with the replica Stanley Cup, sliding into the ring. The fans are going wild~

Smith: While I’m drug free…I won’t judge a man like Bob

Hood: Collins and Langston are in for some hard times! You get some drugs in Bob and he becomes a different man!

~Bob gets to his feet. Langston comes after him but Bob rams the Stanley Cup into his stomach and swings it forward with a hard, metal uppercut!! Langston flies back into the corner. Bob turns to King Infinity. Aidan backs against the ropes…Bob rushes forward and sort of clotheslines Aidan over the top rope to the floor using the Stanley Cup instead of an arm!!! The crowd explodes!! Paras returns to his feet. Bob swings the Stanley Cup, hitting Paras in the face!! Paras turns around and Mack swings as hard as he can with the brass knux…he clips Paras on the cheek!! Paras falls to the mat! Bob does the honors, going for the pin. Scruff slides in~

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Smith: Paras kicked out!

Hood: Are you serious? He’s transcended hockey!

~Aidan, back on his feet, lunges through the ropes and grabs the Stanley Cup, ripping it from the ring. He slings it into the Plexiglas siding, breaking the cheaply made replica in two. The fans BOOOO like they’ve never booed before. The man just ASSAULTED hockey! Grenier gets to his feet like “What the hell?” Mack flies through the ropes, having had enough of King Infinity. Paras remains on the ground. Grenier yells at Mack “GET THE FUCKER AND BRING HIM HERE!” The crowd shrieks! They yell “BOB! TURN AROUND!” Bob does…but he turns right into a big boot to the gut! Langston drops him with SCARS OF WAR!! Scruff slides in with the count~

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Belvedere: Bob Grenier has been eliminated!

Smith: NO!!!

Hood: And Langston just broke the heart of a very small group of strange individuals

Smith: The Greniers are unique

Hood: I was talking about Canada

~A very disappointed Bob rolls out of the ring. He stands at ringside, crestfallen. The fans are silent. But one guy yells out “IT’S ALRIGHT, BOB! WE LOVE YA!” The entire fanbase goes wild. Grenier looks up, becoming somewhat emotional. It’s been a rough year for one of OCW’s finest. He acknowledges his fans with a look that says he wishes he could have gone farther. He then exits to a tremendous ovation~

Smith: I have to feel for Bob. He was the one I wanted to see go all the way…unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be

Hood: Yea but he made it farther than 27 other competitors. That’s pretty fucking stout

Smith: Indeed it is

~Mack continues to give chase. Collins slides back into the ring. Langston stands back, in a corner. Paras is seated in another corner, recovering from the terrible double blow he somehow survived. O’Connor slides into the ring to go after Collins. As soon as he does Langston steps forward. Mack instantly realizes he’s, at the very least, double teamed~

Smith: It appears as though Langston is sticking with King Infinity!

Hood: Loyalty runs deep with that man

Smith: Indeed

Hood: Unless your name is Melinda Rhodes

~Mack, realizing he’s outnumbered, grits his teeth, clenches his fist and goes to war!! He swings his brass knuckled hand at Collins and Langston. He drills Langston in the ribs, causing him to falter. King Infinity, however, steps up with a high knee strike, knocking Mack against the ropes. Mack ricochets off and catches an unsuspecting King Infinity with HOLLOW POINT! Collins hits the mat. Mack is about to cover him when Langston clobbers him from the side with a forearm!! Mack remains on his feet, amazingly. The fans are firmly behind him. Mack leans into the ropes and looks at Langston. He says “Give me your best shot.” Langston, stunned by this development, does as Mack asks. He drills Mack right in the face with a right hand. Mack, leaning against the ropes, remains standing! He looks up at Langston and spits blood all over his face!! Langston staggers back. Mack lunges forward and smashes Vincent in the face with his brass knuckled hand!!! Vincent falls to the mat like a pile of bricks!! Mack falls to one knee, but refuses to go all the way down. The fans are showing mad respect for this man’s toughness~

Smith: What heart! What toughness! What grit! Hang in there, Mack!

Hood: I’d be down with a Mack win…if, ya know, King Infinity gets fucked

~Paras stands up, having witnessed Mack’s toughness. He’s done the math. He knows Langston and Collins are a temporary duo. So he heads toward Mack with the idea of teaming up. Mack doesn’t see him coming. Paras touches him on the shoulder. Mack rises, turns around, and SLAMS his brass knuckled fist into Paul’s head!! Paul falls to the mat! Mack hesitates…it’s as though he realizes he’s crushed his last remaining ally. “FUCK” he yells at the mat. He turns around, trying to stay focused…when he does, he’s cut in half by King Infinity with THE ICE PICK!! Mack hits the mat, hard!!! As he does, his right hand flings backward with the brass knuckles slipping off and rolling out of the ring. Collins makes the cover. The fans engage in ravenous booing~

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Belvedere: Mack O’Connor has been eliminated!

Smith: The favorite to win this event is gone!

Hood: And so are his brass knuckles. RIP

Smith: Aidan Collins, through all of this has survived

Hood: He’s the fucking man.

Smith: And let’s not forget Langston who came in at number two!

Hood: Yep…it’s two warriors and old, lazy man Paras who just waltzed in here an hour after the fucking thing started

~Mack rolls out of the ring. He can’t believe it! He looks up at King Infinity and laughs. He shakes his head and exits…the fans are giving him the same respect they’ve shown the other members of Team 2015. Mack doesn’t care, though. He’s pissed that he lost...to King Infinity of all people. Collins returns to his feet and stumbles into a corner. He’s fatigued…his gas tank is near empty. Langston gets to his feet, rubbing his jaw from Mack’s punch. There’s blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. King Infinity heads his way and points at Paras. “That’s the mythical Paras. Let’s kill the myth.” Langston likes the sound of that~

Smith: Paras is down…these two are going to decimate him.

Hood: Yea, Mack knocked him out with that right hand

Smith: It appears as though he did

~Collins pats Langston on the back. “The Legend” heads for the legend. Collins reaches out and grabs Langston by the wrist. He spins Vincent around and drops him with HELL’S KALEIDOSCOPE!!! Vincent goes down!! Collins jumps on top of him!!! Scruff slides in for the count!~

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Belvedere: Vincent Langston has been eliminated!

Smith: NO!!! King Infinity just TURNED on Langston!

Hood: YES! That’s why you don’t TRUST people in these types of matches!

Smith: Langston’s in-ring youth showing through in the latter stages of his high stakes event. He’s got the talent to win it…just hasn’t smoothed out the edges yet

Hood: Holy shit that was fucking awesome! And now it’s Aidan and Paras…we’re down to Aidan and Paras…King Infinity has dominated Paras ALL EVENING

Smith: Well, aside from when Paras got him in that submission. He was about tap.

Hood: Won’t happen again and no he was not!

~Langston is helped outside. Once he realizes what happened he tries to get back into the ring. King Infinity waves “bye, bye” to Langston. OCW Security has to run out to restrain the man. He’s wrestled to the back…the look in his eyes says that if he had it his way, he might kill King Infinity. Collins, though, remains in the ring focused on the final obstacle. Paul Paras, on his back, blinking his eyes, trying to come to after Mack’s devastating right hook~

Smith: Paras does not look good

Hood: You say that like it’s breaking news

Smith: RUDE

~King Infinity saunters over to old man, dazed, pummeled and possibly concussed Paras. Paras finally sits up. Collins kicks him in the chest, sending Paul back to the mat. The fans boo and chant “FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Laughing, Collins reaches down and grabs Paras by the wrist. He yanks The Perfect One to his feet and yanks him forward for Hell’s Kaleidoscope…but Paras ducks and, just like earlier, locks him in the Messianic Complex!!! The fans leap to their feet!! The pain comes rushing back into King Infinity’s damaged arm!! He kicks his legs around, trying to find a reprieve. He squirms and squirms, trying to reach the ropes~

Smith: Yes!! This is it!! There’s no Welsh to save him now!

Hood: I can’t believe this shit is about to happen! Hang in there King Infinity! Hang in there!!!

~Collins squirms and kicks and fights…he lifts his foot up and is about to put it on the rope when Paras drags him back into the center of the ring!!! The fans go wild! They chant “YES! YES!” Collins yells out in pain. He lifts up his hand…it’s balled up…he opens it and looks like he’s about to tap…~

Smith: Tap! Tap! Do it!

Hood: NO! Don’t listen to all these idiots! You’re KING INFINITY!

~Collins brings his hand down but HOLDS UP an inch from the mat! Paras, grits his teeth and applies more pressure! Collins hangs in there…but he’s beginning to fade. The fans are now chanting “PASS OUT!” King Infinity…the war…the energy spent…the punishment received…it seems as though it’s finally catching up to him. His eyes start to shut. His body goes limp. Scruff slides in, looking at him…his shoulders aren’t down…so he’s got to check his arm~

Smith: If that arm drops three times it’s over!

Hood: Yes, yes, I know…stop reminding me!

~Scruff lifts Aidan’s arm…he lets go and it hits the mat. The fans yell out “ONE!” Scruff lifts Aidan’s arm again…he lets it drop. The fans yell “TWO!” Scruff grabs his arm and lifts it up a third and final time. He lets it drop. The fans all yell “THR –“ Aidan’s arm stiffens! He balls up his fist and extends his middle finger. The fans BOOOOOO. Suddenly, Paras starts to yell!~

Smith: What is Paras yelling for?!

Hood: He’s succumbing to King Infinity’s awesomeness

Smith: Or it could be because…because…he’s biting him!

Hood: Hey, you do what you gotta do!

~Paras yells out but can’t hold on any longer…he’s not willing to part with any flesh. He releases the hold! Paras rolls over, checking his arm. Collins gets to his feet, keeping his arm close, nursing it. Paras stands. The two men stare each other down. They are hurt…but they are so, so close. The end has arrived~

Smith: Only a few more minutes, gentlemen! Fight through it!

Hood: Let’s go!

~They meet in the center of the ring throwing punches!! Paras knees Collins in the gut and whips him into the ropes. The Perfect One lifts his foot up for an elevated ACID TEST! Collins ducks and hits the ropes. Paul turns around. Collins leaps into the air for THE ICE PICK! Paul drops to his knees! King Infinity flies over Paul, who pops to his feet. Collins, holding onto Paul’s legs, is trying to complete a Sunset Flip. King Infinity kicks his legs to get Paul over. Paras reaches back…he grabs both legs and leans forward, crunching Collins in a pinning predicament!! The crowd leaps to their feet! Scruff slides in~

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~The bell rings!!! Collins kicks our right at three!! The place goes fucking wild!!! Paras rolls out of the ring to the floor. Aidan sits up with his eyes widened. He looks around holding up two fingers. Scruff holds up three. King Infinity slaps the mat, pissed~

Belvedere: Here is the winner of Death March and the #1 Contender to the OCW Championship….“PERFECT” PAUL PARAS!!!!!

~An irrationally upset King Infinity grabs Scruff by the shirt. He yells at him. He complains. He bitches about a fast count. But Scruff refuses to say anything other than THREE. Collins starts to turn away…but he turns back around and delivers Hell’s Kaleidoscope to SCRUFF!! The fans BOOO! They tell Collins to “FUCK OFF!” Paras gets into the ring upon seeing Scruff get laid out. King Infinity tells Paras to come at him. He says “Let’s start it back up!” Paul smirks and says “No way.” King Infinity begins pacing~

Smith: I don’t think Aidan’s done tonight. He’s furious…this was HIS night

Hood: It can still be HIS night. Zybala…if you know what’s good for you, then please come out and reverse this decision!

Smith: What’s good for him is becoming the new GM of OCW which is what JUST happened!

Hood: OH NO! I HAD TOTALLY FORGOTTEN! KILL ME NOW!!!

~King Infinity isn’t taking no for an answer. He gets up in Paul’s face…~

“LA… LA, LA LA… Wait Till I Get My Money Right…”

~The crowd rises as THE CHAMP marches down to the ring with the OCW Title over his shoulder. Collins backs away. Meyhu slides into the ring, standing next to Paras. King Infinity points at both of them…he issues a warning to Meyhu and Paras before exiting the ring. On his way out he walks past ZYBALA who is hopping up and down. He slides into the ring~

Hood: Soooo are we just going to invite everyone down?

Smith: QUIET

~Zybala congratulates Paras. Meyhu steps out of the picture, leaning in a corner off screen. Zybala gets a mic~

Mike Zybala: Paras, I know you don’t know me. But I want you to understand that as long as I’m your GM you will be treated fairly, just as you’ve been treated tonight! No more backstage politics keeping you from being your best!

~Paras remains stoic but is obviously happy to hear that. The crowd cheers~

Mike Zybala: We’ve obviously gone WAY over our allotted time. So I’m going to keep this brief. Meyhu, Paras…I look forward to seeing you guy do battle at Throwback for the OCW Title. And, yes, I know that’s not a new announcement…but here’s one…Aidan Collins…

~Nearly out of sight, King Infinity turns around and looks into the ring~

Mike Zybala: Hell of an effort. You have all the talent in the world to earn the title of ‘FACE’ of OCW. Which is what you’re going to have to do…you’re going to have to EARN it under my watch. And it will start at Throwback when you face VINCENT LANGSTON in a #1 Contenders Match!

Smith: Wow!! Can you believe those two matches! Paul Paras against Matt Meyhu and Aidan Collins against Vincent Langston!

Hood: Dude, I need time to decompress before getting excited about wrestling right now

WHEN IT’S TIME TO PARTY WE WILL PARTY HARD

~Zybala’s theme hits as he throws some superkicks in the air for fun. The crowd is dancing and going wild. Collins throws his hands at the ring and exits. Meyhu steps up to Paras and shows him the OCW Title. Paras nods, understanding that he’s going to have to earn that just like he earned Death March. We get a final shot of Paras and Meyhu before we fade to black~