~ The intro video for FACE/OFF concludes as “Crush’em” by Megadeth, the official theme of the PPV continues to play as the camera pans around the Bell Centre, in Montréal, Quebec at the French OCW Faithful. As we pan around we see signs out in the crowd. ~
RETIRE MY P*SSY, OUTCAST
~ Pyro’s shoot off all up the ramp and out the ring posts of the OCW ring that has Belvedere standing dead centre, in his nicest manliest suit, and an old school looking microphone specifically built for to accentuate his velvety voice. Smith and Hood sit at their commentary table at ringside. ~
Smith: Welcome to OCW FACE/OFF! Live! Right from this iconic arena, the Bell Centre! I am Smith, and my broadcast partner, Hood! Hood, how are you man?
Hood: I’ve been better. Picked up a hooker last night, and the bitch robbed me. Can you believe this shit?
Smith: It’s times like this, I am glad we are rated TV-MA otherwise I would have to apologize for your words.
Hood: The good news is, the pimp reimbursed me and sent me two girls on the house. That’s how you pimp, man!
Smith: Right. Anyway! We have a hell of a show for you, and because The Knife Man was able to write me a prescription, I won’t have my battles with the English language!
Hood: He really is the best at what he does in this industry!
Smith: God Bless The Knife Man! But Tonight we start off the action with newcomer Moonlight Rose, trained by OCW’s own Easton Alexander as she takes on Ball-Ball for a shot at the OCW Craze Championship!
Hood: I’m most excited about Sons of Krayzie defending against The Brotherhood of Bastards, in Charlie “Nickleman” Nichols and Thunder Knuckles!
Smith: That’s right! We all saw Crash Rodriguez turn on Paramount, essentially killing the stable as rumours are rampant that CJ O’Donnell is no longer employed by OCW, so they are already leaving their mark. Jones and Kaliban have a hard night ahead of them!
Hood: Speaking of Crash, he’s gonna be defending his Craze title against a personal new favourite of mine, Harmony!
Smith: You just like him because he’s aligned with Thad!
Hood: Whatever.
Smith: Then we have the OCW TransAtlantic Champion, Sahara Duke, defending against arguably the greatest Craze champion that OCW has ever had in OCW’s saviour, Tamika Strader.
Hood: Fuck Strader.
Smith: Don’t forget without them, OCW wouldn’t be here today!
Hood: Bah! Semantics!
Smith: Following that it’s Dylan Thomas taking on The Nickleman, who’s pulling double duty tonight, for a shot at the OCW Savage Championship!
Hood: Man, Nickleman has been HOT since coming into OCW and while Dylan is the A-Lister around these parts, I got a feeling Nickleman will be walking away with this one!
Smith: Can’t argue against that. Following that Outcast puts his career and OCW Title on the line in a 30 Minute Iron Man Match against another competitor that’s been hot since he joined! He ran out the Bitch Boy taking the OCW Savage Championship in the process, and entered the annual Margarita Mix and won the whole thing capping off the “EPIC” Summer!
Hood: Outcast has quietly become one of the greatest OCW wrestlers ever, becoming the first ever three-time OCW Champion.
Smith: While that is all true, PIC has shown that he’s gonna be a future OCW Hall of Famer, no question!
~ Suddenly “I’m Just a Girl” by No Doubt starts to play and even though she is hated everywhere else, in Canada, she’s a hero. The faithful cheer as Victoria Strader walks out on the stage, wearing black pants, and OCW referee shirt in preparation for the main event. She doesn’t come down to the ring as she has a microphone in hand. The music dies down. ~
Victoria Strader: WELCOME OCW FAITHFUL TO OCW FACE/OFF!!!!!!!!!
~ The French Faithful pop loudly, excited for the violence and debauchery that has come to be expected from an OCW show. Strader sneers. ~
Victoria Strader: Tonight, marks the end of our Canadian tour, so in honour of that I know that myself, and everyone in the back is going to give everything they got for THE GREAT NATION TO THE NORTH!
~ Victoria nods to Hood, who nods his approval. He’s happy they are leaving Canada. He doesn’t like the cold. Or Maple Syrup. ~
Victoria Strader: The show will start momentarily, but first I would like to announce that OCW is going home! That’s right, next Monday, we are returning to the OCW Arena in Key West! So, Lord Allton, if you are listening... mom and dad are coming home early, so get the house cleaned up! Oh, and I hear my “sister” has woken up... Well, Veronica, I don’t want you to worry about OCW so I have two words for you... You’re Fired!
~ The fans boo as Victoria sneers and walks back behind the curtain. The camera pans back to our commentary team. ~
Hood: I take back all I have said, I like Victoria. She’s cleaning up the trash. To me, she’s the true greatest TransAtlantic Champion! Not that waste, Veronica!
Smith: Still as fickle as you ever have been!
~ In the ring there is a huge buffet set up. All the food groups are accounted for. Treat Cassidy stands in the middle of the ring with a solid gold microphone. ~
Hood: We have Treat Cassidy in the ring. I can only wonder why.
Smith: As well as a buffet. Smells delicious.
Treat: Ladies and gentleman.. Once in a lifetime moments are hard to come by. Sometimes in this life moments come and you seize them or you slip and miss them. Tonight, Right Now, Is one of those once in a lifetime moments.
~ Where The Hood at DMX plays and Bob walks confidently. Behind him struts Jam G with a sign that reads "Bifford Fears Vegetables" Two cameras get close. He looks directly at the camera and says "Stay the fuck away from me!" Before faking a punch. Bob climbs in the ring with JAM G in tow. They look in some of the food containers before Treat hands off the solid gold mic to Bob. ~
Bob Grenier: The past couple of weeks, Refusing the wrestle.. You best believe that shit is justified. Mike Mason, The Nickleman, That's beneath me. No offense guys but come on..
~ He throws his arms in the air to a smattering of boos. ~
Bob Grenier: So as we move forward Collectively as a company, As a locker room, It should be known that.. I'm the captain of this goddamn ship! Ill be calling the shots from now on and I will settle for nothing less than what I want and what I feel I am entitled to.. Usually I'd come out here and bitch and moan, Might threaten to break the bosses arm for a new contract, You know usual bad guy stuff...
~ Bob smiles and Treat laughs. ~
Bob Grenier: This time around I intend to do things a little differently, Approach me in the back, I'm gonna break your goddamm jaw. If anyone back there in the locker tries to talk to me, Jaws wired shut. Don't say I didn't warn you. This is a cut throat business and It's about time I become a cut throat guy. I'm coming for the OCW Championship.
Treat: What my client is means to say is there are stop gap measures now in place. Until that day arrives when he gets his hands on what he wants, Anyone within a 10 foot radius of him is going to get hurt. it's that simple.
Bob Grenier: So, Big Bifford, Are you hungry? You fat piece of s**t! Get out here. I wanna do this right now and when I'm done bashing your skull in.. I'm coming for all your hero's. I'm done with the politics, I'm done with the jokes. Everyday Legend; Out!
~ Bob hands the solid gold microphone back to Treat and the trio exits the ring. They walk up the aisle and through the curtain. ~
Hood: So, Bob wants to hurt people and we have a perfectly built buffet in the ring.
Smith: It's not very often food doesn't end up on someone in professional wrestling.
Hood: I hope everyone brought plates and forks. Oh look, there’s Knife Man and Machete Phil to get everything out of the ring before the first match!
Belvedere: Our first match of the evening is to determine the number one contender to the Craze Championship! Introducing first and already in the ring... MOONLIGHT ROSE!
~ The fans give a cheer for the OCW newcomer! ~
~Hooked on a feeling begins to play as a swarm of Goons run out from the stands onto the ramp~
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
I can’t stop this feeling
~Lavar Ball runs out onto the stage ready to soak in the boos. He waves his arms like a windmill before bringing his hand to his ear facing the crowd. The lights turn black as the crowd boos~
When you hold me
IIIIIIIIIIIIII”MM
~The lights strobe in every color under the sun. Red and green fireworks blast from the sides of the stage. Ball Ball emerges from the stage, crip walking~
HOOKED ON A FEELING!
Belvedere: From Khartoum, Sudan. Standing at a staggering 7’2, he is the tallest man to ever kick your ass… BALL BALL!
~Ball Ball walks through the wave of Goons on the ramp, Lavar following close behind him with his hand still to his ear. The Goons start dapping him up and yelling their signature catch phrase~
Goons: YESSSIIIRRRRR. YURRRRRRR.
~As Ball Ball reaches the ring, he uses his lanky ass legs to step up onto the apron with ease, and in one stride, he steps over the top rope and into the ring. He reaches the center of the ring and stands ready in jump ball position as the music fades~
~ DING DING DING ~
~ Rose is met by Ball-Ball, in the center of the ring, and the two competitors stare down. Referee Tuff calls for the bell, and we're off! They lock up, Ball-Ball knees Rose in the gut, then scores a double leg take down! Rose gets rolled onto her stomach, and Ball-Ball smacks her in the back of the head. Rose is on her feet in a flash, and Ball-Ball goes to the ropes taking a moment to regroup. ~
Smith: Ball-Ball taking a moment to regroup.
Hood: Ball-Ball playing it smart by reforming his game plan.
~ Rose calmly waits for Ball-Ball to come to centre ring. They lock up again, with Rose getting a headlock, which is quite the image with the height difference. Short Asian Girls can jump. Ball-Ball manages to lift Rose up for a back drop, but Rose holds on. Ball-Ball rolls Rose onto her back for a pin! ~
1!
2!!
~ Rose rolls back over, keeping the head lock on tight! Ball-Ball gets his foot on the bottom rope, forcing the break being that his legs are stupid fucking long! Rose lets go, backs up a step. They go for a lock up, Ball-Ball goes behind, and rolls Rose up... and he's trying for a heel hook... Rose drives her boot under Ball-Ball's jaw, breaking the hold Rose gets to her feet and goes for a clothesline, Ball-Ball leaps over, stopping and then hits a crucifix pin! ~
1!
2!!
Hood: Wow, wasn’t really expecting wrestling out of Ball-Ball.
Smith: A surprise victory is the same as a long victory.
~ Ball-Ball goes for the heel hook again, Rose grabs the rope, and Ball-Ball delivers a few more smacks to Rose's head.
Smith: Both competitors really testing each other out here.
Hood: Testing each other out, but beginning to pick up the pace.
~ Rose is back up, Ball-Ball tries to go for a lariat, but Rose ducks! She grabs Ball-Ball for a school boy... no, something else...
~ Rose doesn’t go for the pin, instead yanks down Ball-Ball's trunks. The French Faithful get more view of his athletic supporter than they ever wanted and laughed, but in French, like HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH, and Ball-Ball is furious. He tries to get his trunks pulled up, Rose allows it then comes with a stiff palm strike. Ball-Ball staggers, and Rose pounces, laying in with another strike, then another... she hits the ropes, and comes back with a roaring elbow that makes sick impact with Ball-Ball's jaw! Ball-Ball stumbles into the turnbuckles, and Rose lays in with a kick to the neck that knocks Ball-Ball over the top rope to the floor! She was probably going for his face but didn’t get enough height, but the end result was the desire. The fans are very happy to see it! ~
Hood: Disqualify her, Tuff! Disqualify that dirty Moonlight Rose! She has a loaded boot!
Smith: Don’t listen to him, Tuff!
~ Ball-Ball walks off the pounding he just took. Rose doesn't let up, and she is out on the floor, pursuing her opponent. Ball-Ball slides back into the ring, Rose right behind, Ball-Ball drops an elbow, Rose moves left, then tries to lock on a cross face. Ball-Ball with an elbow to the side of Rose's head breaks that up. Ball-Ball gets to his feet, bleeding from the mouth, and stalks Rose, who is also to her feet. Ball-Ball chops Rose's chest, making a loud smack. Rose responds with one of her own. Then Ball-Ball retaliates. Then Rose both competitors back and forth, the OCW Faithful trying to keep up with "WOOO's" but they just can’t, but Rose starts to take control, and lays in, backing Ball-Ball into the turnbuckles, then she unloads Jackie Chan style with a Speedy Gonzales series of chops to Ball-Ball! Rose finally breaks off the assault, and Ball-Ball slumps to the mat! Rose doesn't take in the fan appreciation, instead concentrating on becoming Craze number #1 Contender. She drags Ball-Ball out of the corner, then covers him for a pin! ~
1!
2!!
~ Ball-Ball kicks out! Rose pulls Ball-Ball up, then delivers a stiff headbutt! Ball-Ball stumbles back, and Rose lunges forward with a short-arm lariat! Ball-Ball flattened, and Rose covers again! ~
1!
2!!
~ Ball-Ball kicks out! Rose tries to lock on an Inverted crossface, but Ball-Ball is too close to the ropes, and he grabs on for the reversal. Rose tries to pull him back, but Ball-Ball gets a death grip. Rose yanks hard, only to get a boot to the gut. She stumbles
back, and Ball-Ball desperately pounces, going for Rose's ankle and a heel hook! Rose tries to fight out of it, but Ball-Ball gets it locked in!
Hood: Ball-Ball finally is going to wear down Rose's vertical base.
Smith: Moonlight, I am pretty sure trained under Easton Alexander, so we know she has tremendous heart!
~ Rose's face is a mask (under a mask, how paradoxical) of pain as Ball-Ball twists and tries to break the ankle. Tuff is right there to check for the submission, but Rose is having none of that. Rose pulls herself to the ropes, is almost there, but Ball-Ball yanks back, keeping her away from her only escape. Rose doesn't give up, and scratches and pulls herself to the bottom rope, and Tuff calls for the break. Ball-Ball is reluctant to let go. He spits a mouthful of blood out, and glares at the ref before the finally let’s go. Rose pulls herself up with the ropes, but she's on one leg now. Ball-Ball sweeps the good leg from under Rose, and drops an elbow before covering! ~
1!
2!!
~ Rose kicks out! Ball-Ball kicks at the injured ankle, before trying to lock on the hook again. Rose reaches up and grabs a handful of Ball-Ball's ears. They are Dumbo big. Ball-Ball and Tuff both try to get her to release, and Rose finally does. Rose to her feet, but Ball-Ball is there to stomp the ankle! Rose to one knee, and Ball-Ball boots Rose in the face! Rose is down, and Ball-Ball goes for a half Boston crab.
Rose reverses with a small package! ~
1!
2!!
Ball-Ball kicks out!
~ Rose barely able to stand, but she manages to catch Ball-Ball with a European Uppercut! Ball-Ball staggered, and Rose nails a forearm, that knocks Ball-Ball down, but Rose also puts too much weight on her bad ankle, so she goes down as well! Both competitors on the mat. Rose crawls over to make a pin, but Ball-Ball rolls over. Rose punches Ball-Ball hard in the side of the head. Ball-Ball, blood dripping down his chin, groggily responds with a chop to the throat. Rose tries to regain her breath, and Ball-Ball quickly tries to lock her up in a Rear Naked Choke! Rose is already struggling to breathe, and this will not help! ~
Smith: Rear naked choke by Ball-Ball.
Hood: This could be the end of the match right here, as Ball-Ball said it would.
~ Tuff checks for the legality of the move, deems it fair, and now asks if Rose wants to give up! Rose does not tap! But she can't get out of the hold. Ball-Ball puts all his weight into the move, trying to make his opponent pass out! Rose seems to be fading here. Her eyes are rolling back as Ball-Ball cinches in the choke. Tuff looks ready to stop the match. The fans are split in their cheering Rose on and Ball-Ball to finish her. They just want violence, though. They don’t care who wins as long as it spills blood. Quebec French *shrug*. Rose, though, looks like she's done. The eyes are shut, and Ball-Ball senses victory. He loosens up for what seems like only a second... ~
~ And Rose pulls Ball-Ball's legs back, and rolls on top of him for a pin! ~
1!
2!!
Thr- NO! Ball-Ball lets go of the hold completely and kicks out!
Smith: Rose from out of nowhere with that pin attempt! That's one way to escape a submission move!
~ Ball-Ball is PISSED. He drops and axe handle across Rose's back, and tries to lock in an armbar. Rose is weakened, and not able to fight out of it. But she does have easy access to the ropes. Ball-Ball, furious, tries for another heel hook. Rose boots Ball-Ball in the jaw, sending a spray of blood and saliva all over the ring. Rose pulls herself to her feet, still hobbled, but not about to let her shot slip away. She catches a charging Ball-Ball with a knee to the gut, then hits him with a gut wrench back breaker that pretty much botches from the crazy size difference but the desired effect is achieved! She goes for to lift him up, but her injured ankle gives out, and she drops Ball-Ball, but still manages a cover!!! ~
1!
2!!
~ Ball-Ball KICKS OUT! Rose slaps on a Crossface, and stretches Ball-Ball as far back as he'll go! The OCW Faithful are on their feet, anticipating a submission! Ball-Ball flails a bit, trying to get loose, but Rose pulls back hard. Tuff asks if Ball-Ball wants to tap. The faithful are split again, half for Rose and half for Ball-Ball. Ball-Ball has his hand up! It's looking like he's about to bring it down...
...But instead he grabs the bottom rope. Rose is forced to break the hold, much to the faithful’s half approval. Ball-Ball gets to his feet, holding his shoulder in pain. He spits out another mouthful of blood. Rose is barely able to stand, and looks to be having trouble breathing after the assault on her throat. The two competitors lock eyes. They both know what's at stake here. Both their competitive juices still flow. ~
Hood: FINISH HER BALL-BALL!
~ The two competitors meet center ring and trade forearm shots. Ball-Ball winces every time he has to stretch his shoulder. Rose looks like she could fall down any second. But neither one wants to let the other win. So they attack each other furiously, until Rose gets a hard shot in, that knocks Ball-Ball back! Rose goes for a fireman’s carry on Ball-Ball! But Rose's ankle can't take the weight, and Ball-Ball adds to the problem by elbowing Rose in the head! Ball-Ball looks relieved to have escaped that, but not for long, as he tries to do his finisher Killer Crossover! He lifts Rose up...but his shoulder can't take the weight, and he has to let go! It's Rose's turn to look relieved...~
Smith: Both competitors going for big moves, but their match injuries won't allow it just yet.
~ Rose hits Ball-Ball with a short arm clothesline, then drops an elbow! She covers! ~
1!
2!!
3NOOOOO!
~ Ball-Ball with a shoulder up, only a two count. Ball-Ball tries to roll out of the ring, but Rose pulls him back in. Ball-Ball tries to kick Rose in the face, but misses. Rose drags Ball-Ball back to his feet, then tries to hit a palm strike, but Ball-Ball ducks, then comes back with ALLEY-OOP(Pop-Up Cutter)!!!!! ~
Hood: That’s gotta be it.
~ Ball-Ball looks at Moonlight Rose and rolls over to drapes an arm across Rose's chest! ~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... and New Number One Contender to the OCW Craze Championship.... BALL-BALL!!!!!
Smith: Moonlight Rose showing some great skill in the ring but Ball-Ball was just too much for her.
Hood: Whoever has been working with Ball-Ball deserves a trophy! He actually looked like a real wrestler tonight. Crash better watch out!
Smith: Or Harmon.
Hood: You make a valid point. I just feel tonight will be the night of The Bastards!
Smith: *under his breath* I am sitting next to one...
Hood: You say something?
Smith: I said Bastards are up next! Time for Sons of Krayzie to defend their titles!
Hood: Sus.
~ The shot cuts to the back where we see The Nickelman and Harmon Egan standing in the backstage area. Harmon has his arms crossed, looking annoyed. ~
The Nickleman: Okay, okay, so maybe it was an exaggeration to say I had no allies. I do have a few. And that’s precisely my point, Harmon. The Nickelman claps Harmon on the shoulder. We want YOU for The Brotherhood of Bastards!
~ Harmon unfolds his arms, shaking his head. He pulls out a small notepad and jots something down before showing it to Charlie. ~
The deal was I was going to tag with you. But you don’t need me. You have TK and Crash.
The Nickleman: Jesus, we need to get you a whiteboard or something. Anyway, that’s where you’re wrong. We DO need you. I’ve been watching you kid. In the dark, from the shadows, where you least expect it!
~ Harmon looks mildly horrified, but Charlie blazes on through. ~
The Nickleman: And the fact is, you’re not like these other hack newcomers. You’re special. You got moxie. BASTARD moxie!
I’m not a bastard, Harmon writes.
The Nickleman: The hell you aren’t! You’re a fuckin’ BEAST out there, kid. And we want someone like that working for us. And besides, you’ll be doing Thad a favor by doing me a favor. Remember?
~ Harmon rolls his eyes and writes some more. ~
Crash is ok with this?
The Nickleman: Crash will be fine with it.
You didn’t tell him?!
The Nickleman: I did! In passing. I’m not 100% clear he knew I was talking about you. But it’s fine. Crash is a team player.
So even when I win his title from him tonight…?
The Nickleman: Hah! See?! There’s that moxie. “When”, not “if”. But yes, Harmon, yes, even when/if you win the Craze championship tonight, I guarantee Crash will be fine with it.
Louis Pohl: Sadly, it’s not a when. Just a pipedream.
~ Crash Rodriguez and his representation enter into shot, the Craze championship hanging over his shoulder. Lou goes to continue his rant but Crash covers his mouth. ~
Crash: It’s an if.
~ The Crooked Man extends a hand to Harmon, eyes glued to the rookie’s face. Harmon looks Crash over for a moment, before taking Crash’s hand in his. Charlie claps both Crash and Harmon on the back with a gleam in his eye as the shot fades out on the handshake. ~
~The lights in the arena go out, the Bastards epic tron plays, and a green spotlight shines at the top of the ramp, with fog rolling out. There is a murmur of excitement throughout the crowd. That’s when The Nickleman walks out of the entrance tunnel, slowly moving through the fog as he strums along to the music on an air guitar. The camera pans up to a close shot of The Nickleman with a twisted smile on his face. Charles starts pretending to smash the air guitar over the camera before he excitedly starts running down the ramp. ~
Smith: But wait, where is Nickleman’s tag-team partner, Thunder Knuckles?
Hood: I don’t know, but I read from Bobby Bourbon that Them No Good Bastards were not going to be in attendance tonight!
Smith: Well, that can’t be right….Thunder Knuckles would never turn down a paycheck!
~ The Nickleman slides under the bottom set of ropes before charging a ring post and climbing atop it. Instead of celebrating, however, it appears that The Nickleman is searching for something! He stands tall on the top rope with his hand above his eyes, trying to see out into the dark crowd. ~
~ The green spotlight on Charles dims as a red spotlight shines into the crowd. ~
I’M PIC’S BOTTOM BITCH
TAMIKA GONNA DIE
10 BUCKS SAYS HARMONY CAN TALK
IMMA EAT THAD LIKE A TWINKIE
HEY NICKLEMAN HERE’S A QUARTER
THUNDER KNUCKLES? MORE LIKE BLUNDER CUCKLE
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don’t realize
What you do to me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything’s alright