LIVE! Sunday, January 29th, 2023
FROM the OCW Arena
IN Key West, Florida
We open up to an opulent ball room. It’s lit up and filled with people dressed in their finest. They wine. They dine. They dance. An orchestra performs on stage. It’s high society.
But, something isn’t quite right.
The footage, in black and white, glitches a bit. It statics. In between glitches we catch the briefest glimpse of what looks like the same ballroom, only abandoned, dilapidated – forgotten.
This goes on as the scene plays out. Familiar faces dressed for the event pass across our television screens.
We see PIC. We see Sahara. We see Bifford (with lots of very well cooked, expensive ham). We see Alice. We even see SYNN. They may not all fit the archetype but they are there, taking part, adding to the richness of the evening.
Awards are handed out. Champions are recognized. It’s a celebration of those who have reached the absolute pinnacle of their industry.
The film continues to glitch.
A toast is offered by Marcus Welsh to all who attend. Before he can get more than a few words out of his mouth, the doors are kicked open. The people turn, shocked at the interruption.
The members of B.O.B. enter. Harmon Egan, Crash Rodriguez, Bobby Bourbon, The Nickleman, and Thunder Knuckles. Carrying cans of cheap beer, blaring loud, intrusive music. They flip over tables, take food from people’s plates, and attack anyone who dares raise a voice.
They’ve staked their claim.
PIC, Sahara, SYNN, Alice, and Bifford rise to challenge them.
Before long, an all out melee takes place, ruining the highfalutin affair. Descending elegance into chaos.
The fighting rages on before slowly fading out.
We get a shot of the ballroom once more. All pristine and prepped for an elegant affair.
Will OCW stave off the members of B.O.B.? Can they maintain the promotion’s dignity in the face of what has slowly grown into one of the biggest threats in company history? Can Sahara retain her Paradigm Championship against Crash? Will SYNN topple the undefeated Craze Champion? The Hall of Fame duo of Alice Knight and Bifford...can they dethrone the seemingly unbeatable tag team champions? And, will PIC continue to build upon his already legendary run?
Or.
Static. Glitch. The ballroom transitions into a broken down, old, ignored space. Forgotten by time. Lost in the chaos of a cataclysmic event.
Will Harmon Egan’s win streak continue? Can Crash defeat Sahara for a second time...this time with everything on the line? Can the tag champions defeat not one but TWO OCW Hall of Famers en route to retaining their tag titles? And, will Thunder Knuckles, of all people, be the one to dethrone PIC?
Tonight, everything is at stake.
The future of the company.
It’s tradition.
It’s history.
Tonight B.O.B. seeks to capture not one, not two, but all FOUR OCW Championships. And, if they are able to accomplish this feat, the company will never, ever be the same.
Decadence is the moral or cultural decline as characterized by excessive indulgence in pleasure or luxury.
OCW has long flaunted its banner, inviting any and every wrestling personality with the confidence to test themselves against the most talented, creative roster in this industry.
But, has OCW gone too far?
Has the company overreached?
We kick off the new year by remembering and celebrating the closure of the previous one. Simultaneously, we take one, giant step ahead into the year to come. A step that could lead to the greatest year in company history.
Or, a step that could lead into the company’s rapid decline.
The stakes have never been higher.
It’s time to fight. It’s time for Decadence.
~And from that intro we cut into the OCW Arena! The fans are on their feet, cheering. The setup isn’t like anything we’ve seen during our previous events...especially within the home arena in Key West. Fans fill the mid and upper levels of seating. But, around the ring, we spot dozens of round tables with well dressed VIP fans. They are dressed for the occasion. They are dressed to celebrate OCW. The ring is in its usual location. Although instead of the usual black and red scheme...we get black and white. Above the ring we spot the two, giant glass balls that will be used for the opening match. The fans in the mid and upper levels are on their feet chanting ‘OCW!’ while the fans in the lower level, seated at their tables, enjoying their elegant champagne and precisely cooked prime rib, politely clap. A quick pan shows the entire arena to be consistent with the aforementioned setup...it also catches OCW security confiscating some signs from fans. We land on Smith and Hood at ringside. Smith is dressed for the affair...Hood is sporting a shirt that reads “No alcohol for me, just drugs, thanks.” Classy.~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Decadence! OCW’s first Pay Per View event of 2023!
Hood: New year, same ole shit.
Smith: As you can see, Marcus Welsh rented out the lower portion of the arena to VIP fans. High priced tickets to sit in style with an up close and personal view of tonight’s festivities!
Hood: I don’t know who would want to sit like that for a wrestling show but, hey, to each their own.
Smith: We’ve got a tremendous card tonight, folks. One that will certainly lay the foundation, set the tone, if you will, for the new year. An opening match that will boost someone into the upper-mid card...and then, four championship matches...all with one, common element.
Hood: A Bastard!
Smith: Yes, there is a very real chance that the bastards leave with EVERY active title in the company at tonight’s end. It starts with Harmon Egan looking to hold serve against SYNN.
Hood: Marcus Welsh did Egan no favors with that stipulation.
Smith: He certainly did not. Not only is Egan’s title on the line. Not only is his undefeated record on the line. But, if he manages to overcome the odds and win...he will face the OCW Champion at March’s PPV event!
Hood: Huge stakes for the little guy. We’ll see if he can handle the pressure. So far, so good.
Smith: And, as for SYNN? Well, this is her moment to break into the upper midcard. Her shot at dethroning the second most dominant wrestler in the company. This is the type of win that turns a new face into a bonafied star.
Hood: Face? With all that paint I don’t know how anybody could see a face...but whatever. Yea, she’s got some talent. More than most of these Craze contenders we throw Egan’s way.
Smith: After that, we’ll get a heavy dose of Tag Team action as the Bastards put their tag titles on the line against a team of two OCW legends...The Big Bifford and Alice Knight.
Hood: Once again, Welsh stacks the deck against the bastards. He knows those tag titles are the HEART and SOUL of that stable...so he throws two lovable fuck ups against them. And you know how lucky lovable fuckups get in OCW? They thrive around these parts.
Smith: It’s the biggest challenge for B.O.B. A threat unlike any they’ve seen since capturing the belts. These two teams will compete in the first ever RELEASE THE KRAKEN match. Each team must pick a partner to be chained to their corner. The other partner must them remove a key from the opposing team’s top turnbuckle and then use it to unlock their partner from their restraints. If and when they are able to do so...both members will be legal competitors.
Hood: You forgot the best part. When you are freed you must yell RELEASE THE KRAKEN to be eligible.
Smith: How dare I forget such an important detail.
Hood: It’s the name of the fuckin match, man!
Smith: If B.O.B. can hold serve and retain in those two matches, they’ll enter the final portion of our event with a very real shot at leaving with every OCW title. Crash Rodriguez is set to face Sahara for the Paradigm Championship...and, I know Sahara is on a dominant run...but these two have faced before and Crash came out victorious.
Hood: Yep, he’s got the psychological advantage over the champion. A lot of people think 2023 is the year where Crash takes that next step. Defeating Sahara in the penultimate match and walking away with the Paradigm Championship would go a long way in fulfilling those predictions.
Smith: That is true but every time Sahara has had to defend her title, she’s come through. It seems there’s a different focus to the Paradigm Champion whenever the ‘money’ is on the line. These two will also be forced to compete under an Extremely Enforced Rules Match. Meaning...nothing, not even the slightest eye gouge...low blow...closed fist...nothing outside the rulebook realm will fly.
Hood: Another shot by Welsh fired at the bastards.
Smith: This hurts Sahara as much, if not more, if you ask me. She’s not exactly known for playing by the rules.
Hood: All I know is this might be the piss break portion of the show. No low blows? Fuck outta here with that shit.
Smith: And that leads us to our main event! If you think this is a Bar Room Brawl then you need to read more carefully. It’s a BALL ROOM BRAWL and it’s for the OCW Championship. PIC is on a tear...a tear very reminiscent of Outcast, Matt Meyhu, Scott Syren. The man has been virtually unbeatable since returning last May.
Hood: He’s faced them all. He’s taken them all. But tonight he’s got a challenge unlike any he’s face before. He must face the leader of the bastards and he must face him in a very bastardly element.
Smith: If Welsh is truly out to get the bastards then I’m not sure why he picked this stipulation. My only guess would be his confidence in PIC is sky high. But yes, these two will brawl it out inside an empty ball room. Falls count anywhere. The winner will leave with the OCW Championship.
Hood: A potential death blow to the company if TK were to walk out with this thing. I know he signed a contract stating he couldn’t bring the OCW Title onto any other pro wrestling programming...but, he’s a bastard.
Smith: That he is. As if that weren’t enough, you’ve got the added element of TLS. Will he cash in tonight and ruin the winner’s evening?
Hood: Seems like something he might do. Then again, he might feel cute and decide to do it later. With that man the unpredictable is the predictable.
Smith: A tense evening, for most in OCW. An evening that’s set to be full of violence, heartbreak, and triumph. Last January we fought on the streets of Detroit with uncertainty in the air. Tonight? The atmosphere is the same...although the venue is much different. Folks, it’s time to get underway as our opening match is a New Year’s Ball and it’s set to get 2023 kicked off to a rocking start!
Hood: WTF we got eight people in this thing?
Smith: Yes. I’m told it’s going to be elimination rules. Last second change.
Hood: Yea, it’d be kinda chaotic...ONE FALL with 8 people. Fuck me. That’s a lot of entrances. Mind if I get a quick round of golf in?
Smith: You’re staying right here! We’re gonna get this in-ring action started soon...but first, I’m told we need to cut backstage!
~Your screen shows a Mercedes G63 Armored Limousine pulled up in the wrestler's parking area at OCW Arena. The driver gets out, walks to the back door, and opens it. Out steps Thunder Knuckles looking as confident as ever~
Hood: Ha! Who shows up in a Mercedes G63 Armored Limousine, what a badass!
Smith: Just moments ago the arrival of Thunder Knuckles. Hood, what is it about this guy that has sent him on a rocket ship to the top?
~TK tips the driver with a couple of hundred dollar bills and starts to slowly walk to the backstage entrance~
Hood: Easy. The balls on this guy are huge! He came into this company without a contract and won the Tag Team Championships with the Nickleman.
~Continuing to walk slowly TK is now in the hallways of the backstage area. A fan stops him and asks him for an autograph. A smile forms on TK’s face and takes a poster and sharpie from the fan. The fan looks really happy, but it doesn’t last long… TK rips the poster and tosses the Sharpie behind him, laughing in the fan's face. Noticing a sound grip, TK asks~
TK: Where’s this fucking Ballroom?
~The grip points in the direction of the Ballroom and TK heads that way~
Hood: After winning Tag Team gold he calls out the World Champion, everyone wants to watch him. With his lack of discipline and “F” you attitude, coupled with the fact he's been impressive here in OCW, people just want to see him!
Smith: He’s walking mighty slowly. Do you think what happened on the twenty-third is having an impact on him here tonight?
Hood: I doubt it. Despite his hatred for the rules Thunder Knuckles is a true professional. He’s probably just conserving energy.
~TK is still walking slowly down the hallway, looking behind every door for the Ballroom~
Smith: I want to point out that he showed up here tonight without his Brothers in the Bastards. Do you think that means something?
Hood: Are you kidding me, Smith? It shows he’s focused! You wouldn’t be making a big deal out of this if this was PIC, would you?
~The video feed of Thunder Knuckles walking around the backstage area fades to Smith and Hood at the announcer's desk~
Smith: Nevertheless, we’re in for an exciting Main Event!
Hood: Damn right, we are!
Smith: Alright, let’s head down to ringside and get tonight started...Decadence is officially underway!
Dylan Thomas (20-16) vs. Diana Watts (3-4) vs. Phoenix LeStrange (0-2) vs. Bob Grenier (22-18) vs. The Standard (3-0) vs. Delia Black (1-0) vs. Moonlight Rose (5-2) vs. Killian Neville (0-0)
~The fans are on their feet, stoked for the action to begin. An “OCW” chant fills up the arena as Belvedere, standing proud and strong in the ring, is ready to begin the evening~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Decadence!!
~HUGE POP~
Belvedere: It is now time for our opening context!! This is a New Year’s Ball Match. It is a multi person, elimination style match with two glass spheres hanging above the ring. Every few minutes the spheres will drop and open up allowing a wrestler to enter. Once inside, the spheres will ascend, allowing the wrestler time to rest, recuperate, etc. However, while the wrestler cannot be attacked in the sphere...they also cannot win the match in that sphere. The final wrestler standing will be declared victorious and will challenge for the OCW Craze Championship!! Introducing first…
~'Watch Me Shine' – Fozzy hits! The fans give a strong reaction for Dylan...a familiar face kickstarting the first PPV of 2023!! Thomas steps out from behind the curtain with Lissandra. He gives her a hug and a kiss before leaving her behind and heading to the ring. The man is focus. He embodies perfection...hell he personifies it. He reaches the ring and slides in, fired up~
Belvedere: From Hollywood, California...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 225lbs...he is a former Savage and Craze Champion...he is Dylan Thomas!!!
~”Joker” by Dax hits! A minimal reaction from the fans as Phoenix LeStrange steps out from behind the curtain. She’s got her pink hair and innocent (but seductive) look going on. She sticks her tongue out as she skips to the ring. Dylan looks on, pacing around the ring, shaking his head at what passes as wrestling these days~
Belvedere: And, introducing next...from HaVeN...standing 5’3 and weighing in at 115lbs...she is a member of HaVeN...she is Phoenix LeStrange!!
~LeStrange slides into the ring...she gets to her knees and looks up at Dylan with wide, seductive eyes. Dylan looks back with a puzzled expression. Belvedere exits and the bell sounds. The fans go wild~
Smith: And we’re underway!
Hood: Huh? Aren’t there, like, six other competitors?
Smith: I’m told they’ll come out every time the spheres drop. Or, a new one will, anyway.
Hood: When did THAT change…
Smith: I dunno, I think whoever is in charge didn’t want to put together six more intros and just changed the rules on a whim...plus they might’ve watched a rumble last night and thought this format might be cooler.
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~LeStrange looks around like ‘Wait a minute, aren’t there six more…’ before getting a boot to the face!! The fans go wild! They obviously aren’t too enamored with this fetish shit. LeStrange hits the mat, dazed. Dylan pulls her to her feet and whips her into a corner, she hits hard. Dylan charges in and smashes her with a clothesline! The fans cheer! “DYLAN! DYLAN!” Dylan steps back...Phoenix stumbles forward and he hoists her up and over with a huge back body drop~
Smith: Feels like a shotgun start. Dylan was ready. Phoenix wasn’t.
Hood: She was too busy trying to get a seductive pose ready for instagram or whatever.
Smith: Yea, I don’t think she got the memo that the match was starting right now.
Hood: Well, Dylan did...so I’m sure she wasn’t paying attention.
~Phoenix crawls to the ropes, using them to get to her feet. She does and turns around only to get grabbed by Dylan and dropped with PERFECT FINISHER (double knee gutbuster)!!! Phoenix is down!! The fans go wild!! Dylan makes the cover, Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
Belvedere: Phoenix LeStrange has been Eliminated!!!
~Huge pop for Dylan as the fans count the three along with Scruff!! Phoenix is pushed out of the ring by Scruff. Dylan gets to his feet and he looks around, feeding off the energy...he hasn’t even broken a sweat~
Smith: He’s in great shape and, well, he’s already trimmed his list from 8 to 7 without expending any energy!
Hood: Dude might run the gauntlet.
Smith: It’s very possible...now we just...well, here we go!
~The lights in the arena dim as the two spheres lower. Dylan moves to get out of the way...they both lower next to each other in the center of the ring. The doors pop open...Dylan inspects them but waves them off, “Get that back up there! Bring me an opponent!” he yells, to a huge ovation~
Belvedere: Introducing next…
~The lights return to normal as the spheres raise back above the ring. “Send Me Your Money” by Suicidal Tendencies hits! The fans start to boo as they see DELIA BLACK emerge from behind the curtain, making her way down the ramp~
Belvedere: From The Murder Captial of the World, Santa Carla, California...standing 5’4 and weighing in at 125lbs...she is one half of The Influence...she is Delia Black!!!
~Delia reaches the ring and pauses. Dylan, showing some respect, backs off and lets her enter safely...she does, sliding in and reaching her feet. The two wrestlers circle one another before locking up! Dylan’s strength pushes Delia into a corner. She tries to fight him off but he lifts a knee into her midsection. He then whips her across the ring...she reverses...but then he reverses...she hits the corner front first and staggers back, right into Dylan’s arms as he catches her and tosses her over his head with a Release German Suplex!!! She flips over, sits up and then falls to the mat. Dylan kips up to a huge ovation from the fans~
Smith: Delia Black is our third competitor and, like Phoenix, she’s being taught a wrestling lesson by Perfection Personified!
Hood: Telling ya, Dylan might go wire to wire.
Smith: Delia has had some mental issues wince vanishing. I’m told she seemed more herself tonight. So, hopefully she’s got all that sorted.
Hood: You mean you actually waste time getting to know those two? Hey, you do you, man.
~Delia backs into a corner...Dylan stalks her. She puts her hands up, asking for a reprieve...but Dylan is not going to give her any. He grabs her by the hair and yanks her to her feet. She throws a short kick into his midsection...but he catches her foot, brings her in and tosses her over with a Capture Suplex!! Delia lands hard, arching her back in pain. Dylan swivels his hips and smoothly rotates back to his feet, arms extended, taking in the cheers of the fans as they chant “DYLAN! DYLAN! DYLAN!”~
Smith: A true showcase for Dylan Thomas thus far.
Hood: Yea, Delia wanted a break but after losing to both Tearra Skye AND Diana Watts...I don’t think Dylan is going to go easy on the ladies from this point forward.
Smith: And, well, he shouldn’t. They’re every bit as dangerous as the men.
Hood: Sure thing, pal.
~Dylan turns his attention back to Delia...but the lights dim!!! The spheres start to lower! Dylan moves out of the way, looking up~
Belvedere: And, introducing the next competitor…
~Master of Illusion by Battle Beast hits! The fans BOOOOO!!! Killian Neville steps out from behind the curtain. He casts a condescending look out at the crowd, generating more heat~
Belvedere: From Liverpool, England... weighing in 175 pounds... "The King Cobra"... KILLIAN NEVILLE!
~The lights return to normal. Dylan, standing near the ropes, staring up the ramp, sees who the next opponent is and then turns to handle Delia. But, she’s gone. He looks up and sees her locked inside a sphere~
Smith: Delia Black said ‘screw this’ and hopped inside one of the spheres for protection!
Hood: Can you blame her? Dylan was tossing her around like she owed him money!
Smith: Well, she’ll be up there safe and sound until the next competitor emerges.
~Dylan looks up at Delia as if to say, ‘Really?’ Delia just ignores him, leaning back in the glass sphere and taking a breath. Killian hits the ring and spins Dylan around, punching him with right hands! He’s got Dylan stumbling. He shoves Dylan into the ropes and whips him off...Dylan sprints across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and charging at Killian...Neville grabs Dylan and hooks him for a belly to belly...but Dylan breaks free and takes Killian from behind for a German. Killian, however, drops to all fours and crawls back between Dylan’s legs. Dylan spins around and he eats a dropkick!!! Thomas staggers back into a corner. Neville pops back to his feet and he hustles forward, rushing in and delivering a knife edged chop to Dylan’s chest! It echoes throughout the arena as Thomas clutches his chest in pain. We get a shot above of Delia looking down like, “Ouch, that’s gotta hurt.” Neville then grabs Dylan by the head and takes him over with a snap mare! Dylan lands on his ass, seated in the center of the ring. Neville then steps forward and dropkicks Dylan in the back of the head! Thomas falls to his side, clutching his head in pain~
Smith: Wow. Killian Neville is looking...dare I say...impressive?
Hood: It’s like someone told him he actually had a wrestling match tonight.
Smith: We’ve always heard this man had talent. It’s just, well, he’s always looked disinterested in the ring. Tonight, however, he looks like he cares.
Hood: Well, that’s great. But it’s hard to suddenly turn it on like that and compete at this level. We’ll see if Killian is the exception rather than the rule.
~Neville doesn’t fuck around...he pulls Dylan back to his feet and boots him in the gut. He then brings him in and hoists him up for a vertical suplex! It’s a delayed suplex! He holds him in the air for awhile...Dylan’s legs stretch up...his feet kick the bottom of the sphere with Delia...she yelps and moves. Killian stumbles a bit...his face reddens...Dylan’s getting heavier and heavier...he then gets all straight, holds it and then falls back dropping Dylan HARD with a delayed vertical suplex!! Dylan hits and rolls onto his stomach, eyes shut. Killian lays back, sucking wind, his face red from the strength it took to pull that move off~
Smith: What strength by Neville!
Hood: Thomas’ feet were hitting the bottom of that sphere with Delia. Those things aren’t THAT high.
Smith: High enough, though.
~Neville gets back to his feet. Dylan crawls towards the nearest corner. Neville grabs him by the hair and pulls him up...he then starts to slam Dylan face first into the top buckle. As he does, the lights dim...the spheres start to lower. Neville doesn’t break his concentration, dead set on crushing Dylan’s face in this top buckle. Dylan, however, delivers an elbow into Neville’s gut. Killian stumbles back. Dylan can’t follow through, he rests his head on the top buckle, sucking wind~
Belvedere: And, introducing next…
~Willie Deville - So Easy hits! The fans pop as DIANA WATTS steps out from behind the curtain!! She pauses for a moment before yelling ‘THAT’S WATTS UP!’ before hustling down the ramp~
Belvedere: From Cleveland, Ohio...standing 5’6 and weighing in at 115lbs...Diana Watts!!!
~The spheres reach the ring. Both doors open...Delia looks and sees Diana charging to the ring. She then pulls the door back shut, nope-ing straight outta any of that. The spheres raise back up with the lights returning to normal as Diana slides into the ring. She gets to her feet and turns toward Dylan! Dylan turns and sees her heading his way...he reaches for her, but she blocks his hands away and kicks him in the gut. She then hits him with an uppercut! Dylan leans back. Diana then kicks away at his midsection. Killian leans against the ropes, watching~
Smith: There’s some history with Diana and Dylan. Diana defeated Dylan in her debut match, I believe...a match that appeared to set her on the fast track to stardom.
Hood: Only, it didn’t. And, it also really hurt Dylan’s confidence.
Smith: Yep, both wrestlers look back on that match with anything BUT fond memories. The demise that followed seemingly linked together.
~Neville catches his wind and he heads to the corner. He helps Diana beat Dylan up. Diana with the kicks...Neville with some punches. Diana then backs up...across the ring, into the opposite corner. Neville gets what she’s wanting...so he whips Dylan out of the corner. Diana fires out of her corner at Dylan...but Dylan flies through the air with a knee! BAM! Right in Diana’s face!! Diana hits the mat!!! She rolls out of the ring, holding her face in pain! Dylan then spins around to go after Killian only to get run over with a clothesline. The fans boo~
Smith: Neville once again! He’s got Dylan’s number tonight.
Hood: One of those calculating, cerebral dudes. I like this guy. Go ahead and reserve me a spot in the Killian Neville fan club.
Smith: A little premature to back him that hard, Hood. We still only have one elimination in this match.
Hood: I don’t care...PUT ME IN HIS FAN CLUB
Smith: Okay, fine, calm down.
~Killian pulls Dylan back to his feet and BASHES him with a forearm uppercut!! Dylan stumbles into the ropes. Killian approaches but Dylan dives his head in and headbutts Neville! Killian staggers back. Dylan tries to move forward but Diana has his leg in her arms! He struggles to get free...which allows Killian to recover and dive in with a shoulder thrust! Dylan doubles over, face etched with pain. Killian then hooks his arms around Dylan’s waist before lifting him up and taking him over with a Gut Wrench Suplex!! Thomas lands hard, arching his back in pain. Again, we get that overhead view to see Delia in her sphere looking down, observing the action...we also see Diana walking around the ring, keeping an eye on what’s taking place~
Smith: It’s been a clinic since Killian got in there.
Hood: If Dylan Thomas is perfection personified then Killian is...umm...Excellence Exemplified!
Smith: Fail.
Hood: Lick my taint.
~Neville pulls Dylan to his feet and whips him into a nearby corner. He rushes in with a splash! The lights then dim! Killian pauses, looking up the ramp as the spheres slowly lower. Delia looks around, nervously...maybe hoping everyone forgot she was there~
Belvedere: And, introducing next…
~Where the Hood at by DMX hits! The OCW Arena explodes with cheers as former OCW Champion and Hall of Famer BOB GRENIER steps out from behind the curtain! He marches down the ramp...he’s got his fists taped. His forehead shows the scars of many, many battles. But his eyes remain as fresh as ever...focused on one thing, violence~
Belvedere: From Timmins, Ontario, Canada...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs...he is a former OCW Champion….he is in the OCW Hall of Fame. He is...Bob Grenier!!
~Killian watches Bob from inside the ring. Diana watches him from outside the ring. Dylan’s still reeling from the punishment. Bob, however, ignores both of them and keeps his eye on the sphere, watching Delia hurry to pull the door shut. The spheres start to raise. Bob hits the ring and he dives at Delia’s sphere...but he misses it...it’s just out of reach. He slaps the mat and points up at her, “There aren’t any free rides in OCW, bitch! I’ll see you soon!” The fans go wild. Bob then turns and stares down Killian Neville. He leaves Dylan behind, turning his focus to the Hall of Famer~
Smith: Bob’s our sixth competitor! Only two remain!
Hood: Yea, and he’s been watching Delia. He’s not gonna let her sit in that sphere all match long.
Smith: Nope. Bob’s been paving the highway around here for years. Hard work. Blood, sweat, tears...all that stuff. If you want it, you gotta earn it.
Hood: No shit.
~Neville and Bob circle each other. Neville then prepares for a traditional lock up...but Grenier sticks a thumb in his eye! The fans go wild!! Neville is stunned, staggering around. Bob then boots him in the groin! The fans cheer even louder! Bob pulls Killian’s hands from his face and he rakes his hands across Neville’s eyes!! Neville falls to the mat, holding his face in pain. Bob then drops to his knees and he begins choking the life out of Neville~
Smith: Okay, so Bob has figured out how to combat Killian’s cerebral in ring acumen.
Hood: Break every rule imaginable.
Smith: Indeed.
~Bob finally stops. Neville coughs, holding his throat. Bob then looks up at Dylan, who is looking down at Grenier. Bob stands and extends his arms, ‘What?!’ Dylan shrugs. Not his cup of tea but he’s not gonna get all bent out of shape about it. Annoyed, Grenier IS going to get bent out of shape. He steps over Neville and gets in Dylan’s face. Dylan doesn’t back down...these two OCW mainstays verbally joust...the fans are on their feet. They’re about to come to blows when Killian returns to his feet and he spins Bob around and punches him in the face!! Bob is stunned! Killian knees Bob in the gut and brings him in for a suplex!! He’s got him hooked...but Bob BITES Killian on the ear! Neville yells out...he loses his grip...Bob switches the power and he lifts Killian up and swiftly drops him with HOLLINGER PARK HANGMAN!!! Killian is down!! Bob makes the cover! The fans count along~
1!
2!
3!!!!
Belvedere: Killian Neville has been Eliminated!
Smith: And there goes Killian!
Hood: Shit.
Smith: Still want in that fan club?
Hood: Hey, I like the guy, alright? Not selling his stock just yet.
Smith: I’ll say, he looked good tonight. Let’s see if he can put two solid performances together.
~Neville is rolled out of the ring. Grenier returns to his feet and is immediately greeted with a high knee from Dylan!! Grenier stumbles into the ropes! Thomas whips him off the ropes...Bob sprints across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and he gets tossed over with a deep arm drag!!! Bob pops back to his feet and backs into a corner, holding his shoulder. Dylan is on his feet, bouncing around. Grenier, really pissed off at this point, charges in...but Dylan takes him down with a drop toe hold!! Bob’s face SMACKS into the mat! Dylan returns to his feet, feeling strong once again~
Smith: And Dylan’s wrestling is out dueling Bob’s brawling!
Hood: Funny how that works. But yea...first guy in there, still looking strong.
Smith: Feels like maybe he’s getting his confidence back.
Hood: With all that money and a hot as balls wife...I don’t know why he’d ever NOT be confident.
~Dylan backs up against the ropes...he measures Bob up...Bob gets to all fours...Dylan heads forward...but he falls down! We look outside and see Diana holding his leg!! She yanks Dylan out of the ring. She slings Dylan into the barricade! He hits hard! She then runs forward, blasting him in the face with a big boot that nearly sends him into the crowd. Instead, he falls to both knees...Diana then lifts a knee into his face, sending him down to the floor~
Smith: And there’s Diana! It looks as though she’s set on continuing to torment Dylan Thomas.
Hood: The bane of his insecurities. If he beats her, that would go a long way in healing. But, if she beats him...again...he might lose it.
Smith: He doesn’t have much respect for her, that’s for sure. Losing to her twice could really send him over the edge.
~Grenier crawls into a corner to take a breather. As he does, the lights dim! The fans pop, ready for another entrant. The spheres start to lower...as they do, we get a shot of Delia looking down at Bob. He looks up at her and waves with a smile. Delia reaches for the door, trying to find a way to keep it from opening~
Belvedere: And, introducing next…
~Ghost's Square Hammer hits! “oooohhhh” from the fans as the undefeated, impressive newcomer THE STANDARD steps out from behind the curtain! He looks as impressive as ever...an air of excellence surrounds him. He pauses at the top of the ramp, looking down at the ring~
Belvedere: From Manhattan, New York...standing 6’4 and weighing in at 195lbs...he is The Standard!!!
~Calmly, he makes his way to the ring. Inside, the spheres land and their doors open...Delia tries to shut hers...but Bob rushes over and kicks his foot out, keeping it from shutting. He reaches in and he yanks her out to a HUGE ovation from the fans! The spheres go back up with Delia being left behind! Bob has a handful of her hair...she looks up at him, begging him to leave her be...but he kicks her in the gut! The fans go wild! He then hoists her up over his head in a press slam...he presses her four...five...six times before tossing her down across the ropes...her throat raking across the top! She falls back, holding her throat in pain, kicking her feet. Grenier stays after her...until he’s blindsided by a boot to the side of the head!! He tumbles through the ropes falling onto the apron. The Standard is the culprit...he keeps after Bob, reaching over the top rope and pulling him to his feet~
Smith: And Delia is FINALLY being forced to compete!
Hood: Welcome to singles wrestling, babe.
Smith: Yep, there’s no partner to tag in or out. It’s all up to her.
~Back outside the ring, Diana has Dylan’s throat over the guardrail and she’s shoving down on the back of his head, choking him. She then yells in his ear, “TICK TOCK, DYLAN!” He falls down, holding his neck. Diana heads for the ring...she looks underneath and grabs a chair! The fans begin to turn on her a bit...some boos. This attitude seems a little harsh. One fan says, “Diana...why not beat up Delia instead of Dylan?” Diana acts like she’s going to hit the fan...he runs off and she yells, “YEA THAT’S WATTS UP!” She then rears back and SLAMS the chair into Dylan’s body~
Smith: Diana not endearing herself to the audience. This new attitude is, well, rather harsh.
Hood: Yea, she started out as a quirky girl who sold fish heads. Then she got on twitter and became the meanest woman ever. And now she’s back in the ring.