Face Off

~ 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
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

~ 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
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA

I can’t stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don’t realize
What you do to me

~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
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything’s alright

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! ~

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! ~

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! ~

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! ~

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! ~

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! ~

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! ~

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!!! ~

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! ~

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! ~

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. ~

Smith: There he is! It’s Thunder Knuckles coming in from the crowd.

Hood: Everyone knows TK doesn’t have a contract with OCW but this is classic OCW, baby.

~ TK walks down the aisle steps, he gets to the front barricade and jumps over it. The Nickleman hops off the turnbuckle and starts beckoning excitedly for TK to join him in the ring. TK nods at Charles and rolls under the bottom rope. The light comes up and counterfeit XBUX rain down into the ring. TK’s giving the fans in attendance the middle finger as Nickleman looks on with a smile. TK and Charles make finger guns and point them to top of the ramp waiting for the Champions to enter. Nickleman unloads six shots, then tries to shoot again, only to notice that his finger guns are empty. TK looks over at Charles with a confused expression as. The Nickleman hurriedly works to reload his finger guns before the champion’s theme music hits! ~

~The cameras get an overhead shot of the Montreal fans inside of the Bell Centre, the fans are buzzing, awaiting the next match up when a voice begins to speak through the PA system~

“And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues… Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da….”

~The opening sounds of “Godspeed” by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Duce and Byson Kaliban slowly emerge through the fog, boos emanating from the crowd Both men carry their respective OCW Tag Team Title tightly within their hand. They nod their heads to the beat as they both stop at the top of the stage area~

Belvedere: Making their way to the ring...at a combined weight of 410 pounds… They are the OCW Tag Team Champions! Duce Duce and Byson Kaliban...The Sons of Krayzie!!!

~Duce and Kaliban raise their titles high in the air to a chorus of jeers from the Montreal fans. They stand their for about a minute, just soaking it all in before finally heading down towards the ring. Boht men, throw their respective belt over their shoulders, continuing to slowly stroll down the aisle, appearing to be confident as ever. Finally making it to ringside, Byson slides his title into the ring before climbing onto the apron. Duce uses the steps, moving around the apron towards one of the corners. Once inside of the ring, Byson picks his title up off of the mat and heads towards the same corner that his brother does. They both climb the same corner, raising their titles confidently in the air to deafening boos. Kaliban hops down while Duce hops over into the ring, both remove entrance gear as they prepare for battle.~

DING DING DING!!!!

~Duce and TK circle each other in the ring. TK is moving quicker than usual and Duce is trying to keep his focus. TK fakes a collar-elbow lock and drives his knee right into Duce’s gut. TK follows up with an axe handle to Duce’s back. Duce falls to a knee and TK grabs him in a facelock, taking him up and down with a vertical suplex. TK goes into the ropes and comes down with a big leg-drop over Duce’s throat. TK feels the momentum and goes into the ropes again. He tries another leg drop but Duce Duce maneuvers out of the way. TK hits nothing but canvas and grabs his knee for a moment, trying to get up right away. Duce nails TK with a right hand, and another. He gives TK an uppercut and then follows it up with a big headbutt. TK is reeling back and Duce whips TK into the corner turnbuckles. Duce follows through with an elbow smash into the corner. TK stumbles forward from the impact and Duce takes him down with a running bulldog! Duce goes for a cover. ~

2!!

Kick out!

Hood: And TK kicks out right after two.

Smith: Nichols didn't even make a move to break the pin.

Hood: He probably knew just as I did that TK was going to kick out.

Smith: Sure, Hood.

~ TK tries to get up to his feet, but Duce gives him a brutal kick to the gut. TK tries to get up again and Duce helps him up, and then slams TK’s face into a corner turnbuckle. TK stumbles back and Duce jumps up to the top rope. Duce leaps off and tries to take TK down with a flying clothesline, but TK moves out of the way. Duce hits the mat and does a barrel roll up to his feet, but TK is charging! Duce turns around and TK nails him with a huge spear!

Hood: Thunder Knuckles just took him down under!

Smith: Duce was nearly broken in half!

~ Duce is on the mat in serious pain. TK makes the cover, but Byson Kaliban is already through the ropes and gets to TK before Nichols can intervene. Byson nails TK in the back of the head with a violent kick, but Nichols comes flying in with a spinning heel kick knocking Byson back through the ropes and onto the apron. TK slowly gets up to his feet and Nichols springboards off the top turnbuckle and nails a rising Byson with a dropkick which knocks Byson off the apron and to the outside.~

Hood: Nichols was late on protecting TK there but he sure made Byson pay for it!

Smith: You can see TK is a bit out of sorts not teaming up with Bobby Bourbon but you can feel the chemistry growing.

Hood: Brotherhood of Bastards is a way of life, Smith.
~ Gruff is demanding Nichols to go back to his corner. Nichols continues to refuse, but Gruff threatens him with a disqualification. Nichols looks over at TK, who gives Nichols the nod that he's okay. Nichols returns to his corner as Byson gets to his feet on the outside. Duce is finally up to his feet and Thunder Knuckles makes a move toward him. Duce nails TK in the gut with a kick and then takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Byson is furious and he is about to walk over toward Nichols to start something, but Duce yells at him to get back in his corner so he can tag him. Byson hesitates for a moment, but finally makes his way toward his own corner. Byson hops up to the apron and Duce tags him in. ~

Smith: And the first tag of this match is made as Byson comes in for Duce to take on Thunder Knuckles.

Hood: This is great, I am smelling new tag champs!

~ Duce manages to lift Thunder Knuckles up and drop him down with an atomic drop, and then Byson immediately nails TK with a superkick right to the jaw!~

Smith: Good God! What a double team move right there by the OCW Tag Champions!

Hood: They got lucky, Smith! You are sounding better. I’m a little scared The Knife Man can write scrips, tho. But maybe I can get me some Vicodin.

~ TK falls to the mat and Byson tries to make a cover. Duce looks over at Nichols who's already in the ring.~

~ Nichols blocks a punch from Duce and nails Duce with a one-two combination, dropping Duce to his knees.~

2!!

~ Nichols moves past Duce and drops an elbow right on the back of Byson's head and breaks up the count! ~

Hood: And Nichols makes the save!

Smith: Sons of Krazyie did the unthinkable taking the tag titles away from Zybala, and they aren’t going to have an easy reign, as the Bastards are showing right now.

Hood: That’s the smartest thing you have said since your return.

~ Duce is back up to his feet and Nichols turns around. Duce runs at Nichols and nails him with a flying forearm. Nichols is knocked back into the enemy's corner and Duce goes to work on Nichols with lefts and rights. Nichols tries to block some of them but Duce is able to land most of his punches. Duce hip tosses Nichols out of the corner and Nichols lands right on top of TK! Byson is up to his feet and grabs a hold of Nichols by the head. He tells Duce to go up to the top rope. Duce climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Byson's call. Byson puts Nichols's head between his thighs and locks him in a waistlock. He lifts Nichols up and onto his shoulders for a powerbomb, an impressive feat, giving how big The Nickleman is but instead of slamming him to the mat, Byson uses his awesome strength to hold Nichols horizontal and about half-way down to the mat. Byson yells at Duce to go for it, but TK is back up to his feet! ~

Hood: Come on TK! Save the fat bastard! Don’t let these fools land anything!

Smith: Looks like Thunder Knuckles isn't letting it happen as he nails Duce with a right hook!

~ Byson drops Nichols on his back and tries to go after TK, but TK quickly puts Duce in a guerilla press and throws him at Byson! Duce crashes right into Byson and both men go down. TK walks over to Nichols who's trying to get to his feet. Nichols looks at the damage and then signals to their corner. Nichols walks over to their corner and TK follows, giving Nichols a chance to tag in. The tag is made! ~

Hood: And now Nichols has been tagged in for the first time, and he and Byson are the legal men in this match.

Smith: But it doesn't matter because all four men are still in the ring!

~ Gruff is trying to get control by telling Duce to go back to his corner. TK grabs Duce by the head and helps him up to his feet. TK scoops up Duce onto his shoulder and goes into a run. TK leaps forward and instead of falling into a slam, he drops to a knee and crushes Duce's shoulder!

Hood: A running shoulder-breaker from Thunder Knuckles! What a move!

Smith: And Nickleman is flying off the turnbuckle!

~ Nichols enters the ring, running in at Byson Kaliban... standing elbow drop!

Hood: He’s gotta be hurting, Smith.

Smith: This is gonna come down to who wants to be champion more, Hood.

Hood: Shit, I should’ve got in on Sportsbook but I am broke. Maybe Jones in the back will lend me a couple bucks.

~ TK grabs Duce and throws him out of the ring. Gruff is right in TK' face, telling him to go to his corner or be disqualified. TK gives Gruff some lip, but eventually returns to his corner once he sees Nichols has control. Nichols gets Byson up to his feet and delivers some painful elbows to Byson's stomach and chest. Nichols shoves Byson into an empty corner and nails him with a chop to the chest. ~

OCW Faithful: WOOOOOO!!!

~ Meanwhile, Duce has finally returned to his corner. Nichols then grabs Byson by the left wrist and whips him into the opposite set of turnbuckles. Byson crashes back-first into them, and Nichols follows with a high knee. However, Byson ducks and Nichols hits nothing but turnbuckle, even getting tangled up in the ropes. Nichols frees himself but at a high cost as he falls to the outside of the ring, losing the advantage. Kaliban stumbles over to Duce and makes the tag. ~

Smith: Sons of Krayzie utilizing teamwork here as Byson makes the tag to Duce.

Hood: If Duce and Byson want to beat TK and Nichols, then they need to stay refreshed and on top of them. They can't let them breathe even for a second.

~ Duce gets into the ring, Nichols is getting up on the outside. Duce runs and leaps over the top rope, nailing Nichols with a cross body on the outside! TK and Byson share some distasteful looks with each other from across the ring. Gruff starts the count on the legal men who are out of the ring. ~

Gruff: 1!

~ Duce gets up to his feet and grabs a hold of Nichols. He throws Nichols into the barricade and Nichols makes a loud thud. ~

Gruff: 2!

~ The crowd is going crazy where Nichols and Duce are. Duce stomps Nichols repeatedly against the barricade. ~ Gruff: 3!

~ TK has finally had enough. He hops to the floor, but Byson does the same. TK reaches Duce first and drives him to the steel rampway with a thunderous clothesline! Byson arrives on scene and nails TK with a roaring elbow! TK is almost knocked down from the impact, and Gruff has already reached 5.

Gruff: 5!

~ Nichols tries to get up to his feet but Byson grabs him by the head. Byson walks Nichols back toward the ring and shoves Nichols head-first into the ring-post! ~

Gruff: 6!

~ Byson Kaliban looks up at Gruff and then over to Duce Jones, who's getting back up to his feet. TK shakes off the cobwebs from that roaring elbow, and Duce sprints towards the ring and slides in. ~

Gruff: 7!

~ Nichols gets up to his feet and makes it into the ring, but Byson is waiting for him and pounces right on him. Gruff stops the count, and TK makes it back to their corner. Byson nails Nichols with lefts and rights and then gets him up to his feet. Byson takes him back down with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Nichols crashes on the canvas. Byson goes for a pinfall. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

Hood: Nichols kicks out right after two. This has been an exciting tag match, and here I thought Second 2 None was going to come in and wipe the floor with these guys.

Smith: Byson and Duce have improved a lot Hood, and it showed at Massacre when they knocked off Zybala just a week ago!

~ Byson gets Nichols up to his feet, but Nichols counters with an elbow to Byson's gut. Nichols hits him again, and again. Nichols goes into the ropes and nails Byson with a flying shoulder tackle. Nichols stumbles up to his feet, but shakes off the cobwebs and goes over to tag in Thunder Knuckles. The tag is made! ~

Hood: And TK is back in!

Smith: And Byson reaches out for Duce and tags him in as well!

~ Duce climbs through the ropes but Thunder Knuckles is there quicker than a college-girls-panties hitting the floor! ~

Hood: Wow, that was FAST!

Smith: I’m not saying it.

~ That’s what she said! Duce falls to the mat, and TK drives his knee right down on top of Duce’s head. He signals he’s ready for his final blow. ~

Hood: THUNDERSTRIKE!!!!!!

~ Bounces off the ropes knocking Byson off the apron. He hooks the arms of a rising Duce. ~

Smith: And Nichols looking to hit his finishing maneuver, that double arm something... !

~ Nichols executes the DEVIL HOOK DROP perfectly on Duce as Thunder Knuckles is the legal man, Nichols motions to Duce and TK makes the cover. Nichols stands guard in case Byson comes back in the ring. ~

2!!

3!!!

~ DING DING DING!!!~

Belvedere: And the winners of this match... your NEW.. OCW Tag-Team Champions... Thunder Knuckles and The Nickleman... THE BROTHERHOOD OF BASTARDS!!!!!

~ Gruff accepts the OCW tag team titles from the time keeper, and hands them to The Nickleman and Thunder Knuckles. They chest bump each other as Byson helps Duce up from the mat. The heads to the back, heads down, as The Brotherhood of Bastards celebrate! ~

Smith: And the first title change of the night, Hood! I wonder if the other champions in Crash, Sahara and Outcast will be able to retain?

Hood: Naw, all three are going to keep their titles. Just you wait and see!

Smith: Stay tuned folks, as the Craze Championship match is next as Crash Rodgriguez of the Brotherhood of Bastards defends against OCW’s own mute-wrestler, Harmony!

~ As OCW rolls on, a narration over the arena speakers begin. ~

?: It wasn't that long ago that I felt like I was invincible.

~ The OCW faithful hear a familiar, strong voice from the OCWtron, while on screen they see a man sitting on a porch step in front of a patch of grassy land. ~

?: Hell, I was invincible.

?: Every match I competed in, I put one hundred and ten percent into it. I left my body and soul on the line every week. I wrestled the best this company had to offer, I pushed everyone to their limit, and by God, I did it with a smile on my face the whole time.

?: It was only a matter of time though before my immortality withered away, as my cruel mistress named fate brought me back to reality. Her idea of humbling me was cruel, twisted, and involved a title, a monster of a man named BRIM, and a god forsaken island.

~ Suddenly, a clip showing this man being tossed into a disgusting swamp is shown. ~

Smith: "HE MUST'VE FLOWN 15 FEET IN THE AIR, RIGHT INTO THE SWAMP!"

?: I can still taste the bitter, muddied water in my mouth from time to time. It doesn't taste great, but compared to the taste of defeat? It was like a gourmet meal. I'd lost again, and again, and again. Heroes to this company showed their true nature, legends would make "mistakes" that somehow ended with their arm raised in victory. I would be lying if I said I wasn't bitter back then… I'm lying now, actually, I'm still a little bitter. My point is, I needed time. I needed to father my mind and step away from something I love. I knew that if I continued on this path I was on, I'd ruin what I built… a movement for the people.

?: To those that cheered me on, that motivated me to be the best version of myself, I know I let you down by leaving. I know I let you down by failing. But now? It's time for me to step out of the shadows. It's time for me to unveil this cowl of cowardice, strip myself of the comfort of this suit, and once again strap on a red cape to save you all from these false prophets and disrespectful punks.

~ It's pretty clear who this man is, but he makes it obvious after standing up and looking at the camera. ~

Kelson Hewitt: For I am the Man of Steel, and the OCW WILL once again be SAVED…AGAIN!

~ A pair of black rimmed eyes open up on the main screen as the arena is bathed in white and the song starts its opening beats. When the song comes to its crescendo the white light is intermixed with violet whirling lights as the main screen shows shots of Harmony in action intermixed with flowing Rorshach inkblots. Harmony appears at the top of the ramp and books it to the ring, sliding in under the bottom room "Edge style" and crawling to the camera at mat level. He shoots the camera a confident smirk and kips up to his feet, ready for action. ~

Smith: Harmony has been on a huge roll ever since he came to OCW, and now, he gets the chance to go 1-on-1 for the Craze Championship!

Hood: But he has to go through Crash, and that’s never easy.

~ "No Love" by Death Grips hits the PA system and we see the Craze champion, Crash Rodriguez, hop onto the entrance ramp with a cocky smile. He walks down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope before handing Juff his championship belt for inspection. ~

Smith: Look at the beautiful championship belt. Whoever wins this match gets to walk out with a real stunner!

Hood: One of the hottest belts around, that’s for sure.

~ Juff (Juff)shows the belt to Harmony before he walks over to the edge of the ropes and goes to hand the belt to a ringside assistant. ~

~ THAT’S WHEN CRASH RODRIGUEZ CHARGES THE REFEREE AND SUPERKICKS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE NUTS! The belt drops to the mat as Juff rolls out of the ring, groaning in pain. ~

Smith: What the hell is going on! Crash just attacked Juff!

Hood: That’s just called strategy, Smith! He wanted to show Juff who was boss before the bell rung!

Smith: I think fans could hear those nards splatter up in the cheap seats!

~ Crash picks up the championship belt off the mat before looking over at the bastardly Harmony, who is still just standing around in his corner. Crash gestures for Harmony to charge straight at him, but Harmony just points to the championship belt in Crash’s hands before politely rejecting the offer. Crash looks down at the belt and smiles before handing it off between the ropes to one of the ringside assistants. ~

Smith: Harmony was playing it smart, and Crash had to adjust!

Hood: Harmony was pretending to be a pussy and Crash looks like he’s taking it easy on him! Probably because he’s deaf and black, and Crash doesn’t want to be CANCELED!

Smith: I’m not sure that has anything to do with anything.

~ Crash, now without his belt, calls for Harmony to come meet him out in the center of the ring. Now that foreign objects aren’t a problem at all, Harmony confidently walks out to the center of the squared circle. Crash and Harmony engage in a classic test of strength as the audience cheers on both men in a divided manner. In terms of build and size the two men are almost spitting images of something. Both wrestlers stand just a hair under 6 feet tall, and both guys are within spitting distance of 200 pounds either way. ~

Smith: This is one of the most evenly matched contests I’ve ever seen! I think Crash and Harmony might bench the exact same weight!

Hood: Someone should kick someone in the dick….that’s how these ‘tests of strength’ are supposed to go!

~ Harmony pushes Crash back a few feet, but then the champion is able to regain his footing! After a few seconds of stalemate Crash is able to manipulate his positioning and he starts advancing towards Harmony, who is all of sudden on his back foot. Crash is just about to push Harmony into a turnbuckle when, seemingly out of nowhere, Harmony is able to twist to the side and reverse the men’s positioning! Now it’s Crash who’s back is just about to touch the corner! Harmony pushes off Crash, forcing him into the turnbuckle- but before Harmony can follow up he receives a vicious rake to the eyes that sends him stumbling back to the center of the ring! ~

Smith: What a dirty move from Crash!

Hood: Well it’s about time we saw some dirty moves! There’s not a referee out here, so this is the perfect time for them!

Smith: Wait….where is the ref?

Hood: I think he’s trying to crawl back into the ring now!

~ And sure enough, we see that same referee who got kicked in the nuts earlier now sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Juff, relatively oblivious to what’s going on in the ring, slides in right between Crash in the corner and the stumbling Harmon. Just as Crash leaves the corner to go for a spear, Juff stands up and gets in his way! ~

Smith: CRASH JUST SPEARED THE REF!

Hood: Get his ass!

Smith: Has the bell even been rung yet?!?

Hood: I bet the ref’s bell has been rung!

~ Juff slams to the mat and Crash stands up with a confident smirk before he starts showboating to the crowd and flexing…only to look down and realize that he didn’t spear Harmony at all, only the ref! Crash looks around for his opponent only to be surprised by Harmony with a running STO! Crash and Harmony both hit the mat, and Harmony immediately starts trying to grapple for a submission maneuver! ~

Smith: On the ground is not where Crash wants to be in this match; Harmony is an expert at MMA-style fighting!

Hood: Crash needs to get back to his feet!

~ As Crash fights to get up he accidentally gives up an arm to Harmony, and pretty soon he has a Fujiwara Arm Bar locked in! It’s looking tight, and Crash looks like he might just have to tap out! ~

Hood: This isn’t good for crash! That arm bar looks vicious!

Smith: But where’s the ref? How can you win without a ref?!

~ Crash raises his hand and looks like he’s about to tap out, but that’s when Harmony realizes Juff is still laying on the mat, relatively lifeless! Harmony flashes a look of annoyance before deciding to break the hold and push Crash Rodriguez over towards the other side of the ring! ~

~ Harmony then walks over to the ref and starts gently tapping them on the head, only to find them unresponsive. Harmony looks back towards the entrance ramp and flashes an ‘X’ with his forearms.

Smith: Uh huh, this can’t be good…looks like that referee is seriously hurt.

Hood: Crash’s spear fucked him up! The spear that was meant for Harmony!

Smith: And I’m sure the kick to the balls didn’t help matters at all.

~ Harmony gently kicks the unconscious referee out of the ring, and kind of just twiddles his thumbs for a few seconds until another referee starts running down the entrance ramp. As the other ref finally hits the ring, Harmony turns back around to start working on Crash some more….only to see that Crash is now standing on the top rope of a turnbuckle! ~

~ DIVING HEADBUTT! ~

~ Harmony is completely laid out! ~

Smith: Crash took advantage of the distraction that HE caused much earlier in the match, and now he has Harmony right where he wants him….on his back!

Hood: Crash is a wrestling genius!

~ Crash Rodriguez hooks the leg as the new ref immediately starts counting the fall. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!

~ Harmony pops a shoulder up just in the nick of time! ~

Hood: Crash almost had him!

Smith: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades!

~ After the devastating headbutt both Crash and Harmon lay on the mat for several seconds. After a bit we see Crash start to stir, and then Harmony. Both men start crawling towards the ropes. ~

Smith: This match is taking everything out of these competitors!

Hood: Whoever walks away from this match the winner, there will be no doubt they deserve the belt!

~ Harmony and Crash start pulling themselves back up to a standing position with the help of the ropes. Crash is to his feet just a split second before Harmony, and he uses that split second to start charging across the ring! Crash holds his arm out horizontally as he sprints towards Harmony and clotheslines him over the top rope. Both men go spilling out of the ring! They land on the padded area outside the squared circle amidst a huge pop from the crowd. ~

~ Crash is to his feet first, and he grabs Harmony and starts leading him over towards the steel steps. Crash says something a bit douchey to Harmony before he goes to slam Harmony’s face into the steps- but Harmony holds his hands out and prevents it! Then, Harmony elbows Crash in the ribs, forcing him to take a few steps back! ~

Hood: He almost had Harmony in major trouble!

Smith: Yeah, but the challenger was able to flip the script! Look at how Crash is holding his ribs and breathing heavy, I think he was hurt by that elbow!

~ As Crash walks away from Harmony clutching his ribs, the challenger follows him every step of the way before sending him to the ground with a running bulldog! Harmony then flips Crash over and starts absolutely demolishing his face with hammerfists and big elbows. Crash’s lip is bloodied and his eye is bruised, but Harmony keeps on going until his forehead gets busted open! ~

Hood: Crash is wearing crimson!

Smith: Harmony is showing just everyone why he is undefeated in OCW!

~ Harmony smiles to himself, happy with a job well done, before he rolls off of Crash. Harmony picks the champion up before smacking him in the head a few more times and rolling him into the ring. Harmony basks in the cheers from the crowd for a few seconds before following Crash into the ring. ~

~ Harmony rises to his feet as Crash is still just on his hands and knees. Harmony hops on Crash’s back before trying to get his arm under the champion’s neck, clearly going for a chokehold. The champion, however, wisely bites into Harmony’s hand- ripping a chunk of it clear off! ~

Hood: They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you; but I think Crash is free to bite everyone else’s hand!

Smith: Gross….

~ Harmony shrieks out in pain before stepping off of Crash and holding his hand up for the camera to see. Harmony looks at his bleeding hand in terror before Crash rises to his feet with a sick grin, a bloody forehead, and some of Harmony’s ebony flesh still hanging out of his mouth! ~

Smith: Crash looks like a monster…

Hood: That’s what it takes to be the Craze champion!

~ Harmony brings his hand down before looking over at Crash in a mixture of shock and anger. Crash pounds his chest like an ape as he screams at Harmony to bring it on. The crowd pops incredibly loud as the two bleeding men are all set to confront each other once more. ~

Smith: These men will do whatever it takes to walk out with the win here tonight!

Hood: They’re not just fighting for a win, Smith- they’re fighting for one of the most cherished prizes in all of sports! The OCW Craze Championship!

~ Harmony and Crash both scream as they charge full steam ahead. Crash is sprinting as fast as he can and as hard as he can, but Harmony is working just a bit smarter. As Crash lashes out with a huge clothesline Harmony ducks underneath it, before he pulls the champion down and rolls Crash up for the pinfall attempt! Juff quickly starts counting!

Hood: A rollup! This match can’t end on a rollup!

Smith: It just might!

2!!

3-NO-KICKOUT!

~ Crash kicks out with all his might just before the final count! The champion scrambles away from Harmony before trying to climb back up to his feet. ~

Hood: I told you, Smith! I told you!

Smith: It was a close call either way! I think his shoulders might have actually been down there!

Hood: Stop spreading misinformation, Smith!

~ Crash gets back up to his feet, but Harmony is already back on him and gripping him around the waist. Then Harmony lifts him up and over for a belly to back suplex that shakes the entire ring! Crash is not fazed, however, and he scrambles right back up to his feet! ~

Smith: Neither man will stay down!

~ Crash stares down Harmony as the challenger wipes a few beads of sweat off his brow. Both men start slowly circling each other in the ring, both trying to recover some energy while staying mobile and away from their opposition. After a few seconds Crash finally tires of this recovery dance, and he charges forward to put Harmony in the clinch! Harmony tries to get away, but despite being covered in sweat he still can’t slip away. Crash brings Harmony in close and, after stomping on his feet a couple times to distract him, Crash lifts him up by his tights for a suplex! Crash walks around the ring with Harmony suspended in midair, but the entire time you can see that Harmony is kicking his feet and trying to free himself! ~

Hood: What an impressive show of strength from the champion!

Smith: Yeah, but he's going to have to drop him soon! Harmony's a slippery guy, he'll get out of that hold if you give him enough time!

~ The crowd cheers as Crash continues walking with Harmony suspended in the suplex. Crash brings Harmony over towards the ropes and looks out into the front row, where he sees a few busty blondes absolutely screeching and screaming for the match. Crash winks at the women, and they just about melt.

~ But Harmony is still kicking and squirming, trying to free himself! Crash is distracted, and the momentum from Harmony's kicks sends both men spilling back over the top rope! They both land outside the ring, smacking their heads on the black safety mats as they fall!

Smith: That can't have been good for either man's mental health!

~ Harmony having taken less of the impact is up first as a sore ass Juff tells them he’s gonna start counting them out. Harmony grabs Crash by the hair, and throws his fellow bastard back into the ring, and Harmony slides in after him. ~

Hood: I smell the end rolling in...

Smith: Crash fought for three years for the Craze title, and three months after winning could lose it here!

~ Harmony signals that the match is gonna end soon. Lifting up Crash to his knees, Harmony goes full tilt with FINALE RUSSO (multiple knee strikes to the head) with the final one feeling like slow-mo as Crash has blood and saliva fly from his mouth. He falls backwards to the mat as Harmony falls on top, hooking the leg of the Craze Champion. Juff is more than happy to count after getting messed up by Crash earlier in the match.~

2!!

3!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner by pinfall...AND NEW OCW CRAZE CHAMPION... HARMON “HARMONY” EGAN!!!!!!!!!

~ Juff hands Harmony the Craze title belt, who falls to his knees holding it. He stands up and thrusts the belt high in the air, celebrating as Lou Pohl face palms at ringside.~

Smith: And we have another new champion! One has to wonder if all titles are changing hands tonight?

Hood: Man, I feel for Crash but Harmony is a deserving champion. Very Proud, very Strong! But no, Smith. Sahara and Outcast will retain. Calling it now!

Smith: Well both are very tough! We will see! Up Next: Sahara defends the TransAtlantic Championship against her rival, former Craze Champion Tamika Strader!!!

~ A camera comes up on Alexandra whos in the backstage area. She looks into the camera, a wicked smirk crosses her face. ~

Alexandra Calaway: Well well well.. it seems like you all forgot about me.

~ She makes a tsk tsk sound. ~

Alexandra Calaway: That just isn't acceptable. While I might not be booked tonight.. I am here backstage and I'm not going anywhere. So if anyone feels the need to step up.. you know where to find me. As for what happened between myself and Paramount.. with CJ and The Hoot Queen walking away.. you might say.. it's my playground now.

~ She winked and then let out a soft laugh. ~

Alexandra Calaway: I noticed something.. I was being held back by the binds of friendship. I wasn't willing to take out CJ and it cost me in the long run. I lost opportunities and then.. an injury that took me away from OCW for a time. But here I am.. I'm back and I see that it seems the Kingdom I once called mine.. has been purged of the nasty masses that invaded it. That's good to see. Hence.. my return. I'm back.. and that throne.. that TITLE will be mine.

~ She laughs. ~

Alexandra Calaway: So keep it warm for me.. because I'm gunning straight for you.

~ With that she shoves the camera away and walks off. ~

~ The OCWtron lights up and shows the locker room area door that has “Tamika Strader” on the door. The Faithful pop as the door opens and out walks the number one contender to the TransAtlantic Championship, Tamika Strader. She looks focused and we can see rookie sensation Diana Watts sitting in the room on her phone. Probably putting down a random Al Pacino movie. Jones, the former commentator whi was replaced by the returning Smith, comes up to Tamika. ~

Jones: Tamika! Can we get a few words before you head to Checkers Position for your match against Sahara?

~ Tamika smiles at the plump bastard and nods. ~

Tamika Strader: Sure, ask away.

Jones: Well, we all saw that the former TransAtlantic Champion has woken up out of her coma, how is she doing?

Tamika Strader: She’s doing well. The doctors say she’s going to make a full recovery, which she’ll have plenty time to do seeing how Victoria fired her earlier tonight.

Jones: Yeah, sorry about that. Did she have any sage advice for you as she considered the greatest TransAtlantic Champion OCW has ever had?

Tamika Strader: Nothing that I don’t already know from my experience as OCW Craze Champion. I don’t underestimate anyone, especially Sahara. I know what that woman is capable of. I have seen it first hand, and the lovely idiots on Twitter were sure to add their unwanted two-cents.

Jones: And what about former OCW talent Cass Baumer? She seems to think there is an issue between you?

~ Tamika laughs. ~

Tamika Strader: She worries too much. Was I disappointed she never bothered to check in on her friend, my niece? Yeah, it was disappointing but I’m not mad at her. Never was, and I don’t plan on being mad at her. Even if she makes friends with people like the majority owner and his wife. I’m sorry to cut this short, Jones, but I got a title match to win.

~ Jones just nods as Tamika waves to Watts before heading towards Checkers Position. ~

~The arena lights dim as the OCWTron comes to life, flickering silver and green as “Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)'' by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts starts to play, the drum beat matching the OCWtron flickering lights. The guitar comes to life as TA-MEEK-AH STRAY-DERR (yes, just like that) appears on the screen and the OCW faithful roar to life.~

Belvedere: Introducing first...

//We've been here too long
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high\\

Belvedere: Weighing in at hundred and forty five pounds...

~Tamika steps out from behind the curtain, bobbing her head to the beat.~

//Cry at night
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah\\

Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...

//Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah\\

~ Tamika reaches the bottom of the ramp and lifts her left fit up in the air, Strader Sneer across her lips. ~

//Yeah, Oh yeah, oh yeah\\

Belvedere: She is the former and longest reigning OCW Craze Champion.... TAMIKA STRADERRRRRRRRR!!!!

//Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair\\

~Tamika walks up the steps, and wipes her boots on the ring apron before stepping through the middle rope since she is no pixie stick five foot one lady.~

//My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah\\

~Tamika hits the four corners raising her fist up in the air, before finding her corner as she awaits her opponent.~

Smith: Tamika is looking fired up and ready to make a run at her niece’s former championship belt.

Hood: Both Straders had impressive runs with their respective belts, and they’re good. But there’s good, and then there’s…

Belvedere: And her opponent…

~An eerie voice pipes through the arena PA system.~

it seems strange that my life should end
in such a terrible place…

~As the lights dim, fog slowly rolls over the stage as if emanating from a dark beyond. The random sounds of a radio tuning through various stations floats over the arena as bright white lights suddenly shine up from beneath the stage, bathing the entryway in an angelic glow. Slowly, white webbing begins to appear on the darkened tron as of a spider spinning it's web…~

ADRENALIZE ME

~As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog…~

Belvedere: Weighing in at 155 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois. She is… YOUR OCW TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION… SAHARA DUKE!!!!!!!

COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED

~As Sahara moves toward the center of the rampway, her rows of platinum braids shine from within the shadows. Clad in black and white attire, one of her boots is emblazoned with the word White, and the other Widow. Her jaw is clenched tight, and her face etched with a permanent scowl of condescension. She slowly turns her gaze toward the fans before locking eyes on the squared circle as webs continue to engulf the tron, spelling out the name... SAHARA.~

I'M HERE FOR ONE DRUG
I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING
SO COME ON AND TELL ME
CAN YOU FLY LIKE YOU'RE FREE?

~As the music continues to tell her tangled tale, she charges toward the ring and slides through the bottom rope. She fixes her eyes on Tamika and doesn’t take them off while removing the TransAtlantic Championship belt and handing it to Gruff. Gruff inspects the belt, holding it high for all the fans to see. He hands it over to Belvedere, ensures both competitors are ready to go, and calls for the bell.~

DING DING DING

Smith: And the match is underway. I’m beyond excited for this content. Tamika Strader is a phenomenal talent and from what I’ve seen of Sahara, she’s her equal in nearly every way.

Hood: Sahara is no one’s equal. She’s the TransAtlantic Champion, and she’s hell bent on proving she deserves it and then some.

Smith: The two of them seemed to do some soul searching this past week in preparation for the matchup. It will be interesting to see if and how that plays into the outcome.

~Tamika and Sahara continue staring intently at each other as they begin to circle the ring. The two both go for a lockup in the middle. Tamika seems to take control early, but Sahara puts the full force her weight behind her and pushes Tamika into the corner. Gruff tells Sahara to break the hold but she waits until his count reaches 5 to do so. She turns and taunts the crowd in the process, leaving Tamika an opening. She rushes forward and grabs the back of Sahara’s head, slamming her face first into the mat with a bulldog. Both women quickly hop to their feet. Sahara comes forward with a clothesline attempt. Tamika ducks, grabs Sahara’s head, and throws her over with a release headlock takeover. Sahara rolls to her feet only to be hit with another. This time, Tamika holds on, wrenching a side headlock in as the two lay on the mat.~

Smith: Tamika seems to have an early edge here, showing off her quickness and taking advantage of the damage Sahara suffered last week against Crash.

Hood: He definitely focused on Sahara’s head and neck areas and it looks like Tamika wants to do the same.

Smith: As they say, if it ain’t broke…

~Tamika wrenches the headlock a few times for good measure, but Sahara’s not close to giving up. Tamika gradually makes her way to her knees, then feet, keeping the headlock cinched in tight the whole time. Sahara grabs ahold of Tamika’s arms and tries to pry them loose of her head. She’s able to break the hold, spin out and grab Tamika in an arm wringer. She twists on Tamika’s arm a few times before pulling it behind Tamika, then spinning her out and grabbing a side headlock of her own. Tamika backs Sahara into the ropes and sends her flying across the ring. Sahara bounces off the ropes and flies at Tamika with a forearm smash right to the face. Tamika’s head bounces hard off the mat and she’s slow to get to her feet, where Sahara waits with a roundhouse kick. Tamika is down on the mat as Sahara slides in for the cover.~

Kickout!!!

Smith: Tamika wasted no time kicking out of that, even though her bell seems to have been rung from that forearm.

Hood: Sahara’s just getting started. Both have shown they’re capable of being solid in-ring technicians, but I’ve got a feeling it’s going to take way more brutality for someone to win this match.

~Sahara drives her elbow into Tamika’s left trapezius over and over. She then puts one hand on Tamika’s left shoulder and the other on her head and begins to pull in opposite directions. She adds her knee to Tamika’s back for extra pressure. Gruff once again has to to count for Sahara to break a hold, though this time she waits until after five to release it. Tamika immediately reaches for her shoulder area and rolls to the corner to recuperate. Sahara wastes no time, rushing to the corner and smashing into Tamika’s shoulder with a running knee. Tamika drops to the mat and rolls to the outside as Sahara poses in the ring to the displeasure of the crowd. Sahara sees Tamika trying to regroup, then decides to run up the turnbuckles in the corner. Once on top, she twists, then flips backwards and lands onto Tamika with a high arcing moonsault. Sahara manages to stay on her feet as Tamika breaks her fall. Tamika fights to get to her feet as Sahara taunts her. She smacks Tamika across the face. Tamika mean mugs her and smacks Sahara back. Sahara smacks Tamika again. Tamika rushes forward but Sahara ducks out of the way as Tamika’s shoulder smashes into the ring post.~

Smith: Amazing action here as Sahara still remains in control. I like what I’ve seen from her so far, Hood. Being honest I thought this match was Tamika’s to lose, but Sahara has a real shot.

Hood: She’s got more than a shot. She’s The White Widow, the TransAtlantic Champion and right now she’s taking it to the Strader family’s finest. The time she spent this week on a Wisconsin retreat is paying off in spades.

Smith: I agree. The time away seems to have refreshed her.

~Sahara picks Tamika up as Gruff tries to get the ladies into the ring. Sahara scoffs at him, grabbing Tamika’s left arm and ramming it into the steel ring steps. Tamika snaps back and grabs her arm and shoulder in pain. Sahara follows her, grabs the arm again, and wraps it around the ring post. She then lifts her leg up and presses against Tamika’s shoulder while pulling hard on her arm. She leans back with all her strength, and with one huge tug, a large pop echos throughout the arena. The fans let out an audible gasp as Tamika begins screaming. Sahara lets go of her, allowing Tamika to fall to the floor.~

Smith: Dear God! Sahara has just dislocated Tamika’s shoulder!

Hood: That pop was sickening… in all the good ways. Unlike Tamika’s shoulder, Sahara is really locked in tonight.

~A team of OCW medical officials rush toward ringside to help Tamika. Sahara doesn’t allow them to check on her, instead bursting through and rolling Tamika back into the ring. When one of the officials says something to her, she tells him she’ll have him fired causing him to back off. Sahara gets up onto the ring apron, and seeing Tamika rolling and grabbing her shoulder in pain, decides to climb to the top rope again.~

Smith: Sahara wants to fly again.

Hood: She’s all about the high risk!

~Sahara flips her hair back, staring at Tamika before CONNECTING with a HUGE frog splash… to Tamika’s knees!!! Sahara bounces off of the knees in pain while Tamika rolls backwards, still grabbing her shoulder. Sahara gets to her feet, doubled over. The fans are on their feet cheering Tamika on. Tamika’s left arm is completely out of socket and hanging at this point. She lifts Sahara’s head with her right arm and chops her across the chest. She hits another chop, then another as Sahara stumbles backwards into the corner. Tamika spins around and delivers a spinning knife edge chop with a sickening thud. Sahara’s chest begins to redden from the assault. Tamika lines Sahara up and hits her with a throat strike. Sahara grabs at her throat with both hands and begins stumbling out of the corner. Tamika kicks her in the gut, hooks her with her one good arm, and drops her with a DDT!! Tamika immediately grabs at her left arm in pain, but drapes her body across Sahara for a pin attempt.~

2!!

Kickout!!

Smith: That could have ended it right there for Tamika, but her inability to hook Sahara’s leg likely cost her.

Hood: You’re right. Too close for comfort for Sahara there, but she benefited from the punishment she’s dished out so far.

~Tamika grimaces but manages to get to her feet. She reaches over to her left shoulder, still dangling. She bites her lip, cocks her head sideways, and pulls with all her strength. Another sickening pop echoes throughout the arena as she snaps her shoulder back into place. The crowd stands to their feet in appreciation as tears begin welling in Tamika’s eyes. She turns to see Sahara on her feet in the corner. Sahara kicks Tamika in the stomach, doubling her over. She lunges forward with a shoulder tackle, smashing into Tamika’s left shoulder and sending her to the mat. Sahara then drops an elbow right into Tamika’s shoulder, then remains on the mat, hooking Tamika’s far leg and applying pressure on the injured shoulder.~

2!!

3!!! NO!!!!!

Smith: Tamika managed to get her right shoulder up! I can’t believe it! Such intestinal fortitude, to wrestle with a dislocated shoulder, pop it back into place, and still have the wherewithal to kickout after more punishment to the same shoulder.

Hood: Sahara has her right where she wants her. As valiant as the effort has been, it’s just not going to be enough.

~A frustrated Sahara yells at Gruff before scooping Tamika off the mat. She hooks her and delivers a vicious exploder suplex! She goes for another cover.~

2!!

Kickout!!!

~Sahara smacks the mat as the fans come alive, willing Tamika to kick out. She once again grabs at her shoulder in a tremendous amount of pain. Sahara begins yelling toward the stage and begins waving. Two bodyguards arrive carrying a table as they walk down to the ring. They arrive at ringside and seem confused as to what they should do. Sahara directs them up the ring steps and makes them set the table up in the ring. She then points to Tamika. The bodyguards lift Tamika up onto the table as Sahara climbs to the top. She makes the bodyguards hold Tamika down on the table as she attempts YET ANOTHER frog splash, this time crashing through both Tamika and the table!!! The crowd pops for the spot but immediately boos for Sahara. She remains on top of Tamika as Gruff slides in for the count.~

2!!

3!!!

NO!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!

Smith: Holy Shao08lh;ajr!!!

Hood: Tamika kicked out! How? Why? And what the hell was that?

Smith: What?

~Sahara can’t believe it. Tamika appears to be out cold. Sahara screams at the bodyguards, then tells them to pick Tamika up. Sahara exits the ring across from them, standing on the apron as she grabs the top rope with both hands. The bodyguards hold Tamika’s motionless body in a standing position facing Sahara.~

Hood: She’s going for the Widow Maker!!

~Sahara jumps up to the top rope and springboards off in Tamika’s direction. Tamika miraculously springs to life, pulling both guards together as she drops down, their heads clanking together just as Sahara comes down smashing BOTH of them with a superman punch. Both bodyguards hit the mat and roll out of the ring as the crowd goes wild. Sahara can’t believe their ineptitude, but has no time to berate them as Tamika comes from behind, rolling her up with her right arm.~

2!!

3!!! No!! Kickout!!!

~Sahara thrusts upwards with her legs at the last possible second, connecting with Tamika’s injured shoulder in the process. Tamika stumbles backwards holding the shoulder as Sahara gets to her feet. Sahara rushes forward with a huge clothesline attempt, but Tamika ducks. Sahara bounces off the ropes, Tamika lifts her in the air, spins around, and delivers a massive SPINEBUSTER to the roar of the crowd. Both women are down as Gruff begins to count.~

Smith: This has been a match full of total nonstop action.

Hood: World class championship wrestling at its finest.

Smith: This ain’t no minor league here in OCW. It’s top notch major league wrestling.

Hood: You have to give the two of them a Triple ‘A’ for effort.

Smith: That felt good.

Hood: Agreed.

1…

2…

~Sahara begins to stir.~

3…

4…

~Sahara is to her knees while Tamika begins looking around the ring. She grabs hold of the bottom rope and begins to pull with her right arm.~

5…

6…

7…

~Sahara is fully to her feet. Tamika is on her knees but can’t pull herself up with just one arm.~

8…

9…

~Tamika grits through the pain, reaching over with her left arm as well and pulling herself up at the last possible second. Sahara charges at her, but Tamika ducks. Sahara hits hard chest first into the corner. Tamika comes alongside her and hits her with a side Russian leg sweep. Tamika winces as she tries to shake her left arm gingerly. She lifts Sahara to her feet with her right arm, hooks her, and hits an exploder suplex of her own!~

Smith: Vroom Vroom Muthaducka!

Hood: Oh no! Not the Strader trademark move names!

~Tamika forgoes the pin attempt, instead choosing to climb to the top. The fans are in full support. She reaches the top rope looking down over the TransAtlantic champion. She leaps off, going for her patented Jacques Hammer senton maneuver, but one of Sahara’s bodyguards pulls her out of the way at the last second. Tamika is able to land and roll to divert much of the impact, still favoring her left shoulder. One of the bodyguards hits the ring. Tamika runs forward, hooks him by the head, and runs up the turnbuckles, spinning out with an acid drop!~

Smith: Tamika just took out the bodyguard with Bitch on the Run!

Hood: Which move is Bitch needs to stop with the stupid move names?

Smith: I think maybe a double axe handle?

Hood: Please don’t make me wish Jones was here.

~The other bodyguard gets into the ring and hovers over Tamika. He comes at her slowly, allowing her to kick him in the gut. She hooks both his arms with his head under her right arm, and with pain etched all over her face, drops him with a double arm DDT! The crowd goes absolutely bonkers as she gets to her feet. Sahara remains down in the corner but this bodyguard is on his back in the middle of the ring. Tamika looks to the crowd who give her their full support. Tamika lifts his legs and splits them apart as far as she can. Then with all her might snaps the legs outwards and puts her legs together to hit a leg drop right to his groin!~

Hood: Don’t say it.

Smith: Back Alley Vasectomy!!!

~The crowd is going wild. Both bodyguards are down and out of the ring. Tamika turns her attention to Sahara in the corner who doesn’t look too thrilled. She again yells toward the entrance ramp. This time, Mr. Pink emerges reluctantly carrying a pair of brass knuckles. He sulks as he walks to the ring. His presence distracts Tamika long enough for Sahara to come from behind, float over, and connect with a DDT! She motions for Mr. Pink to get into the ring. He walks up the steel steps as Sahara picks Tamika up off the mat. She grabs Tamika by the arms and stands behind her as Mr. Pink stands in front. He looks at the knuckles, then at the two women. Sahara yells for him to hit Tamika, but Mr. Pink shakes his head. Sahara yells again. He hangs his head and does nothing. Finally, Sahara tells him if he doesn’t hit Tamika, he’ll be fired. He slides the knuckles onto his fist, closes his eyes momentarily, mouths “I’m sorry”, then thrusts his fist forward with all his might, smashing SAHARA in the forehead!!! Tamika ducks at the last minute, then drops to the mat, still reeling from the DDT. Mr. Pink stands over the fallen Sahara Duke as a small laceration begins to leak over her right eye. Sheer terror overcomes him as he realizes what he’s done. The fans are absolutely going insane. Mr. Pink turns to Tamika and sees her struggling to her feet. He knows there’s only one way to make up for what he did. He picks Tamika up and hoists her onto his shoulder. Suddenly the crowd once again goes crazy and turns their collective attention to the entrance ramp as someone slowly makes their way down. The camera doesn’t pick them up until they enter the ring.~

Smith: MEGHAN STRADER!!!

Hood: What is she doing here? She’s retired!

~Meghan basks in the cheers from the crowd before kicking Mr. Pink in the balls. He drops Tamika as he doubles over. Meghan comes forward, hooks him around his neck, then snaps backwards with a Sister Abigail move.~

Smith: Oh my God!!! Meghan Strader just hit Mr. Pink with Blackened!!!

Hood: You were dead, err… gone when Meghan was forced to retire from wrestling due to her illness. I never thought I’d see her in action again.

Smith: She may not be wrestling, but she just saved her sister and former Cowgirl From Hell tag team partner from Mr. Pink.

~Meghan lifts Tamika to her feet as Mr. Pink rolls out of the ring. She says “you got this” before hugging Tamika. “Do it for mom… and dad”. Meghan looks at Sahara and Tamika nods. Meghan exits the ring and heads back up the ramp as the crowd cheers her one last time. In the ring, Tamika sees the fallen Sahara Duke. She pulls her to the center of the ring, rolls her over, and hooks in a crisscross stranglehold cut throat, while sitting fully on Sahara’s back.~

Smith: One Night in Bangkok!

~Tamika isn’t able to pull with all her force due to her shoulder injury, but the pressure is still significant. The blood from Sahara’s wound begins to trickle down into her eyes, making it difficult for her to see. She cries out in pain but says no when Gruff asks if she wants to quit. Sahara tries to pull herself to the ropes, but Tamika’s not making it easy for her. Sahara inches forward, then another inch, then one more. Her fingertips scrape the bottom rope as Tamika rears back. Sahara is screaming in pain as the blood keeps pouring. She reaches out one last time… and gets the rope! Gruff calls for Tamika to let go of the hold, which she reluctantly does.~

Smith: I thought it was over!

Hood: You and me both.

~Sahara crumbles to the mat, holding her neck and feeling the pain in several areas of her body. Tamika slowly gets to her feet, physically spent and still favoring that badly injured left shoulder. As Sahara makes it to her feet, the crowd begins going wild, cheering for both competitors in this ridiculously physical match. Sahara, now wearing a crimson mask, smashes a forearm into Tamika’s face. Tamika stumbles, then fires back with a forearm of her own. Sahara hits a forearm, then Tamika does as well. Sahara goes for a third, but Tamika ducks. Tamika grabs Sahara’s arm with her left arm and attempts a short arm clothesline, but she doesn’t have the strength. Instead, Sahara jerks at the arm, popping the shoulder out of socket once again.~

Smith: I think I’m going to be sick.

~Tamika screams. Sahara keeps hold the arm, jerking it yet again. She uses it to pull Tamika to her, placing her head between her legs and dropping her with a huge pedigree. Sahara rolls her over and drapes her body across Tamika.~

2!!

3!!!

NO!!!!!!!!!! Tamika gets her right shoulder up!!

~Sahara can’t believe it. The fans can’t believe it. They go wild as Sahara runs her hand through her blood soaked hair. She sees the blood on her hand and gets even more pissed. She grabs Tamika by the arm once again, this time pulling her into position in the corner. Sahara slowly climbs to the top to the dismay of the live crowd. She gets to the top, staring down at Tamika. She tilts her head, then whips her hair back, sending some blood into the front few rows. She leaps off with a double stomp, right to Tamika’s shoulder!!! Sahara makes the cover, applying all of her weight onto Sahara’s shoulder while hooking her leg.~

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Belvedere: Here is your winner… and STILL OCW TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION… SAHARA DUKE!!!!!

Hood: She did it! Sahara did it!

Smith: What a match, simply amazing in every way. Sahara threw everything but the kitchen sink at Tamika and it still almost wasn’t enough. She had to dislocate her shoulder not once, but twice, involve three bodyguards, a table, and a pair of brass knuckles to get the job done.

Hood: And she barely succeeded. I’ll give credit where credit is due, Tamika Strader fought harder in this match than anyone. Sahara is a master manipulator and an incredible athlete to boot. I knew she had it in her to pull off the win. No one can ever claim her TransAtlantic Championship reign is illegitimate. She earned the belt and then some tonight.

Smith: Well, there’s still the question of the means by which she won tonight, but she did win, and that’s enough in my book to declare her the true champion.

Hood: She’s got it all. Brains, braun…and 8 pounds of gold around her waist. Look out OCW… Sahara Duke is here to stay!

~Sahara sits in the middle of the ring on her knees, crying and wiping blood from her eyes. Gruff hands her the TransAtlantic title, which she grabs with haste, staring at it and cradling it in her hands.~

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the number one contender status for the OCW Savage Championship!!!!!

~ The opening bars of 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy play over the PA system and fans in attendance begin to stand with a subtle 'DT' chant. After a few moments the curtain jerks and through it steps everyone's favourite Hollywood A-Listers arm in arm. Dylan and Lissandra share a kiss at the top of the ramp before nodding and waving to the chanting crowd, grins never leaving their faces. ~

Belvedere: Weighing in at 225 lbs, accompanied by Lissandra and residing in Hollywood, California... he is The A-Lister.... DYLAN THOMAS!!!!!

~ They then make their way down the ramp high-fiving lucky nearby fans. A few Dylan Section members near the front row even get a few photos. Dylan walks Lissandra up the ring steps, hopping up onto the apron, afterwards. He holds open the ropes and she kisses him as she climbs through them. Dylan leaps up onto the nearest corner, raising his arms, still with a huge grin while Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man and applauding. As the cheers begin to die down, Dylan helps Lissandra out of the ring, and then looks to the rampway doing a final warm up.

Hood: GERTDERM Lissandra looking fine tonight.

Smith: The Picture of class you are, Hood.

Belvedere: And his opponent...

~ Since I'm a Bastard - This Grey City starts to play as The Nickleman with one half of the OCW tag titles walks out on stage, snapping his back and forth to either side of the entrance out at the fans. ~

Belvedere: Weighing in at 265 lbs from Steubenville, Ohio... representing The Brotherhood of Bastards and is one half of the newly crowned OCW tag Team Champions... THE NICKLEMAN!!!!!

~ The Nickleman walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He holds up his Tag Team title and hands it to Belvedere as his music fades. ~

Smith: I’m really looking forward to this match. The Nickleman has had a very hot start to his OCW career from what I have seen getting all caught up on the action.

Hood: This won’t be a cake walk for either man, to be fair.

Smith: Yeah, some things never change.

~ DING DING DING ~

~ Puff calls for the bell. Both men slowly make their way to the center of the ring. Both men have an intense stare down, knowing what is on the line here tonight; a shot at the OCW Savage Championship. Nickleman is already riding high as newly crowned OCW Tag Team Champion! They circle the ring. Both men come back and reach out for a test of strength, but both men quickly pull away. They then lock up, but Thomas quickly goes behind Nickleman and places him in a full nelson. He then spins around and applies a hammerlock on Nickleman. Thomas spins Nickleman around and places him in a standing front facelock. Thomas grabs the arm of Nickleman and wrings it. But Nickleman is quick to turn the tide, grabbing Thomas's arm and wringing it. He places Thomas in a hammerlock of his own. But Thomas slithers around and reverses the hammerlock. ~

Smith: Some chain wrestling into a nice reversal by The A-Lister!

Hood: Dylan seems to have stepped up his game a bit since his loss to Diana Watts and Tearra Skye. But he’s the A-Lister for a reason.

Smith: Valid point, Hood.

~ He spins Nickleman around and again applies the standing front facelock. Thomas then tries to snapmare Nickleman down, but Nickleman blocks it. Dylan delivers a clobbering shot to the back of Nickleman's neck, then successfully snapmares him over. But Nickleman surprisingly lands on his feet. Nickleman turns around and runs towards Thomas. He goes for a kick, but Thomas grabs his foot. Thomas then flips Nickleman, but Nickleman again lands on his feet. Nickleman runs at Thomas and again goes for the kick. But Thomas grabs his foot a second time. However, Nickleman counters with a leg sweep. ~

~ Thomas quickly gets up as Nickleman nips up at the same time. The crowd cheers. Both men circle the ring. They lock up, going for a test of strength. Thomas quickly kicks Nickleman and wrings his arm. He then takes Nickleman down with a wristlock into an armbar. Nickleman gets on his knees, and then slowly gets to his feet as Thomas keeps him in the armbar. Thomas pushes Nickleman into the corner. He gives him knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena, and follows it up with several forearm shots to the face. Dylan Thomas goes to whip Nickleman into the corner, but Nickleman reverses! ~

Smith: Nickleman counters with an irish whip of his own into the turnbuckles.

Hood: He's getting some added energy for winning the tag titles earlier with Thunder Knuckles. Bet.

Smith: Bet?

Hood: I hear the kids saying it.

~ Nickleman runs into the corner splashes Dylan. A dazed Thomas charges out of the corner, but Nickleman leap frogs over him. Once Nickleman turns around, Thomas takes him to the mat with a double leg takedown. While Thomas has a hold of his legs, Nickleman uses all of his leg strength to bring Thomas down to the mat. Both men get up, and Nickleman nails Thomas in the gut with a jumping back kick, sending Thomas to the outside through the ropes. Nickleman then runs and attempts a baseball slide, but Thomas moves out of the way as Nickleman comes to a halt. Thomas takes a breather before getting back into the ring. ~

~ They circle the ring once again before locking up. Thomas applies another hammerlock. He then spins Nickleman around and snapmares him down before applying a triangle hold. Puff asks Nickleman if he wants to give up. Nickleman shakes his head no. Thomas then turns over so that both men are lying on their stomach, but Nickleman slips out of the hold, crosses Thomas's legs and applies a modified surfboard stretch. Nickleman goes from the surfboard stretch to the Indian deathlock, but Thomas rolls off of Nickleman's knees. ~

Smith: The veteran mat-style wrestler avoids that deathlock narrowly.

Hood: Both men can't keep the other down, we're missing the big impact here.

~ Nickleman gets up and repeatedly stomps all over Dylan. He picks him up and snapmares him down again. Nickleman sits Thomas up and repeatedly drives his knee into his back before locking on a surfboard stretch. Nickleman pulls back Thomas's arms as Thomas moans in agony. Thomas gets up to one knee, so Nickleman keeps the surfboard stretch locked on. But this time, he places his foot on Thomas's back. Thomas eventually gets to his feet, so Nickleman spins him around and takes him down with an arm drag. Nickleman tries to capitalize, but Thomas quickly gets up, and Nickleman reluctantly backs off. They circle the ring once again. ~

~ Both men go for a lock up, but Thomas kicks Nickleman in the midsection and sends him into the ropes. When Nickleman comes back, Nickleman goes for a running shoulder tackle. But Thomas only stumbles back. Nickleman runs back into the ropes. He comes back, but Thomas leap frogs over him, and Nickleman runs into the other ropes. Thomas then crouches and rolls back as Nickleman does a somersault flip over him. Fairly impressive for a fat man in plaid. Both men get up and face each other. Thomas charges and takes him down with a hard clothesline. He picks up Nickleman, goes behind him and hits a German suplex with a bridge. Puff goes for the count. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!!

Smith: Impressive strength from Dylan Thomas!

Hood: I liked it better when he was mean. DYLAN BE MEAN AGAIN!

~ Thomas picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Nickleman comes back, Thomas goes for another hard clothesline. But Nickleman ducks and runs into the ropes. When Thomas turns around, Nickleman comes back and takes him down with a spinning heel kick. Nickleman picks up Thomas, only to take him down with a standing spinning heel kick. He makes the cover. ~

2!!

NO!!! Thomas gets his foot on the bottom rope.

~ Nickleman picks up Thomas and scoop slams him. Nickleman goes into the ropes, comes back, and hits a jumping leg drop. He makes the cover. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

~ Nickleman keylocks Thomas's arm and makes another cover.

2!!

KICKOUT!!!!

~ Nickleman grabs Thomas's arm and applies a crossbar arm breaker on the mat. Thomas sits up and struggles to break the hold as Nickleman struggles to keep it locked on. Thomas eventually gets up, while in the arm breaker, lifts up Nickleman, and throws him down, displaying raw power. Thomas kicks Nickleman in the back before shaking off the pain from the arm breaker. He picks up Nickleman and gives him a forearm shot to the face. Thomas then lowers Nickleman, lifts him up and goes for a quick powerbomb, but Nickleman uses Thomas's momentum against him by slipping out and hitting a modified arm drag on the way down. Both men get up. Slowly. ~

~ Dylan Thomas runs at Nickleman, but Nickleman leap frogs over him. Nickleman turns around and Nickleman takes him down with a running forearm to the face. Thomas picks him up and front suplex’s him across the top rope. Nickleman bounces off the top rope and falls back to the mat. He rolls under the apron as Thomas makes his way back over to the ropes. He yanks Nickleman up and gives him several forearm shots to the face. Thomas then gives Nickleman a series of chops. As Nickleman is in a daze, Thomas springboards to the second rope, jumps off and knocks Nickleman off the apron with a forearm shot to the face. Both men fall to the outside. Thomas rolls back into the ring as Puff starts the count. ~

2!!

3!!!

4!!!!

5!!!!!

6!!!!!!

7!!!!!!!

~ Nickleman rolls back into the ring, breaking the count but Thomas meets him with a baseball slide. He picks up Nickleman, grabs him by the little hair he has, yanks him to the center of the ring, and hits a dragon suplex with a bridge. ~

Smith: Dylan Thomas is bringing all the Suplexes out for a walk!

Hood: Nickleman is tired from winning the tag team titles earlier!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!!

~ Thomas picks him up and scoop slams him. Thomas steps through the ropes and makes his way to the top rope. Once he reaches the top, he jumps off and connects with a flying headbutt. He makes the cover. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

~ Thomas picks him up, lifts him up and drops him with a powerbomb but rolls him forward, keeping Nickleman’s legs on his shoulder. But not pervy like. Perv. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!!

~ Thomas is looking frustrated. He picks him up and hits another scoop slam. Thomas goes over, grabs Nickleman by the legs and places him in a sharpshooter. Thomas pulls back as Nickleman screams in pain. Puff asks Nickleman if he wants to give up, but Nickleman tells him, "fuck no". Thomas then let’s go of the hold. He picks up Nickleman and rocks him with a forearm shot before sending him into the ropes. When he comes back, Thomas gives him a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker showing his impressive strength. He makes the cover. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!!

~ Thomas slams his fist on the mat in frustration. Thomas picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When he comes back, Thomas goes for a front dropkick, but Nickleman holds onto the ropes as Thomas lands on his back. He picks up Thomas and sends him into the ropes. When he comes back, Thomas goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam of his own, but Thomas lands on his feet. Thomas bounces into the ropes and tries to hit a baseball slide into Nickleman's leg. But Nickleman leap frogs over him. When Nickleman turns around, He runs, jumps and takes down Thomas with a leg lariat. Nickleman then runs into the ropes as Thomas gets to his feet. When Nickleman comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Thomas ducks, swings around and hits a German suplex with a bridge. What’s with the fucking bridging? ~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!!

~ The A-Lister thought he had him, and so did the OCW Faithful who groan because they love them some DT. Thomas picks up Nickleman, goes behind him and locks him in a full nelson, setting up for another dragon suplex. But Nickleman slips out by sitting down. he goes for a modified victory rolls, but Thomas counters by dropping to his knees.~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!!

~ Thomas picks up Nickleman and sends him into the corner. He whips him into the opposite corner, but Nickleman hops onto the second rope. Jumps off and hits a cross body block. He hooks the leg with the landing. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

~ Both men get up. Slowly. Thomas goes for a haymaker, but Nickleman ducks and blasts him with a superkick that sends him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. Nickleman sizes him up as Thomas slowly pulls himself up using the edge of the apron. Nickleman runs into the ropes, comes back, and connects with a suicide dive over the top rope and down onto Thomas. The OCW Faithful reluctantly cheer. Both men are down, and Puff slides to the outside to check on both men. Nickleman is first to his feet, and he rolls into the ring. Thomas then gets up and slowly rolls back in. Nickleman picks up Thomas and starts rocking him with hard European uppercuts. As Thomas is dazed, Nickleman steps back, only to jump and knock down Thomas with a thrust kick to the outside of his left hip. He makes the cover. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!

~ Nickleman demands a faster count. Nickleman grabs Dylan from behind, and hits a German suplex with a bridge. Another fucking bridge. But by the Fat Man in Plaid this time. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!

~ Nickleman again complains about the "slow count." Nickleman picks up Thomas and hits a fisherman suplex. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!

Smith: I think Puff is actually doing a good job.

Hood: I don’t know, Puff is a fat bastard who probably gets winded doing a count.

~ Nickleman is annoyed and drops an elbow on Dylan. The OCW Faithful boo. While Thomas is still down, Nickleman steps through the ropes, walks across the apron, and climbs to the top rope. Once Thomas gets up, Nickleman leaps off, going for a front missile dropkick, but Thomas side steps and swats him down. Thomas gets up as Nickleman rolls underneath the bottom rope and pulls himself up on the apron. Thomas goes over and tries to suplex Nickleman back in, but Nickleman blocks by hanging on to the ropes. Thomas lets go and goes for a punch, but Nickleman ducks and shoulder thrusts Thomas through the ropes. While Thomas is bent over, Nickleman springboards to the top rope and mushroom stomps him down to the mat. The crowd cheers and boos as Nickleman taunts Thomas. ~

~ Nickleman picks up Thomas and goes for a suplex, but Thomas blocks it. Nickleman goes for another suplex, but again, Thomas blocks it. Nickleman punches Thomas in the kidney, grabs him and suplexes him over the top rope. but the momentum carries Nickleman over the top rope, and both men fall down hard on the outside. The OCW Faithful cheers. Puff again goes to the outside to check on both men. Nickleman gets up and walks off the pain before rolling back in. Thomas pulls himself up using the guard rail. He stumbles around before rolling back into the ring. Nickleman goes over, picks up Thomas, backs up, and takes him down with a front axe kick to the face. Thomas falls back to the outside. ~

~ As Thomas stumbles around in the aisle, Nickleman heads up to the top rope. When Thomas turns around, Nickleman dives off and connects with a missile dropkick. The OCW faithful cheers as both men are down, and Puff again checks on both competitors. Nickleman rolls around before getting up, as Thomas looks to be out cold. Nickleman stumbles around before dropping to one knee. He gets up and rolls back into the ring as Thomas is still out. ~

2!!

3!!!

4!!!!

5!!!!!

6!!!!!!

7!!!!!!!

8!!!!!!!!

9!!!!!!!!!

~ Thomas gets back in as the OCW Faithful respond with a monster pop. ~

Smith: Dylan wants that title back!

Hood: Yeah, especially never getting a rematch against the waste of air that took it from him!

~ Nickleman can't believe it. He goes over and starts nailing him with stiff soccer kicks to the head. Nickleman picks up Thomas and scoop slams him down. Nickleman heads to the top rope, looks at the crowd, and hits an elbow drop. The ring shakes violently. He hooks the leg. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!

~ The OCW Faithful cheers as Nickleman looks like he's about to lose it. He mounts himself on top of Thomas and repeatedly punches him with rights and lefts before yelling at him to stay down. Nickleman gets off of him and slowly makes his way up to the top rope. But Thomas gets up and delivers forearm shots to the back of Nickleman. Thomas grabs Nickleman and goes for a super backdrop, but Nickleman repeatedly elbows Thomas in the face until he falls off. {When he does, Nickleman hooks Dylan’s head under his arm and DEVIL HOOK DROP(Double Arm DDT). ~

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!

Belvedere: And the winner of this match.. and number one contender to the OCW Savage Championship... THE NICKLEMAN!!!!!!!

Smith: A great match from beginning to end, but only one man could win and that is The Nickleman!!!

Hood: Man, Dylan Thomas started out the year strong even though he lost to Veronica Strader at Access Denied in January, he was moving up but lately? Man, something needs to give for the A-Lister.

Smith: If anyone can turn around a string of bad luck, it’s Dylan Thomas! Well folks, up next is 30 Minute Iron Match for the OCW Championship as three-time champion, Outcast, looks to defend against the OCW Savage Champion, PIC!

Hood: Outcast is going in with old man strength. You can’t teach that.

Smith: True! First, let’s head backstage as I am hearing something is going on!

~The camera cuts to PIC, in full ring gear, sitting alone in his dressing room with his phone up to his ear. He’s laughing as we begin to eavesdrop.~

PIC: Haha. Tu es si drôle Chima. Quoi qu'il en soit, je voulais juste que vous sachiez que ce truc avec Diric est terminé et que Sarah va bien. Merci pour tout.

(Haha. You're so funny Chima. Anyways, I just wanted you to know that stuff with Diric is over and Sarah is ok. Thank you for everything.)

Chima: Je suis contente. Amick, mon frère. Je sais que nos chemins se recroiseront, que ce soit dans cette vie ou de l'autre côté du ciel. Amusez-vous bien. Profitez de ce soir. Et gagnez ou perdez, rappelez-vous, Dieu vous aime toujours.

(I'm glad. Amick, my brother. I know our paths will cross again, whether in this life or the other side of heaven. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy tonight. And win or lose, remember, God still loves you.)

PIC: Amen. J'aime ton frère.

~PIC clicks off of the phone as the sound of a toilet flushing can be heard. Willie “Mo Mo” Peterson comes out of the bathroom door located in the back of the room, waving his hand in front of his face.~

Willie: You’re not going to want to go in there. Ever. That poutine did a number on my digestive system.

~PIC chuckles and shakes his head. His phone vibrates on the table in front of him. He picks it up, reading the text message and smiling.~

Willie: Who’s that?

PIC: Sarah. She’s watching tonight.

Willie: How’s she handling the Diric thing?

PIC: As good as can be expected. Maybe I’ll never truly know, but she seems fine when I talk to her. She’s ready to get back to normal after her surgery.

Willie: And the blood test?

PIC: Still haven’t found the right time to bring it up. I’ve gotta take care of business first.

Willie: You ready?

PIC: I’ve been ready for this moment for 25 years.

Willie: I was just thinking about that.

PIC: What?

Willie: The day I met you all those years ago. You were a plunky kid from South Carolina lying to Kenny about your age to get a spot on one of his indy shows. I watched you that day in your tryout match.

PIC: Yeah?

Willie: Me and Axel. We sat there in the bleachers, and I looked at him and told him that one day you’d be world champion and the face of the wrestling business.

PIC: Wow. What did Axel say?

Willie: That I was full of...well, you know. Then he took another swig from his whisky flask and passed out for three hours.

~The two share a laugh.~

PIC: That sounds about right. Man, when ICWF closed down I never imagined I’d ever get a shot at another world title. I know I held the IEW a couple times and UTMWA, but man… ICWF, GCWA, or OCW… those are the best companies of all time. I lost to Titan 3, and again to Kali. But this time feels different. This time…

~A knock at the door interrupts. One of the OCW staffers sticks his head through the door.~

Staffer: PIC, the semi-main just ended. Your match is next.

~PIC thanks him as he exits. He stands up, turning to look Willie square in the eyes, perhaps more focused than ever before.~

PIC: This time… that belt is mine.

Willie: Can I count on that?

PIC: Promise.

Belvedere: The following is a 30 minute No DQ Iron Match for the OCW Championship! Introducing first...

~The intro to "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA system as the OCW Faithful erupts in cheers.~

Belvedere: Now making his way to the ring, originally from Charleston, South Carolina and weighing in at 232 pounds... He is your OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION... PIC!!!

~The OCW Faithful jumps to their feet and begin to dance and sing along as PIC runs out onto the ramp.~

You, you got a nasty reputation
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do
You're under the gun, out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
Playin' to win

RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo

WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!

RAISE YOUR HANDS!

~PIC joins them in singing the verse, then thrusts his first in the air as the first "Raise Your Hands" hits. He then sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring, where he drops to one knee and gives a double gun salute. He takes a moment to himself, then stands and removes his vest and the Savage Championship belt and hands them to Victoria.~

~"Backbreaker" by Fit For A King hits over the PA and the OCW Faithful erupts with cheers as Outcast steps out to the top of the entranceway. The OCW Faithful calms a bit as Outcast doesn't appear to have the OCW championship with him. Outcast smiles with a Newport in his mouth and exhales through his nostrils. ~

Belvedere: Weighing in at two-hundred-twenty-eight pounds... he is the first ever OCW star to hold the OCW title three times...

~Outcast grabs the zipper of his leather jacket, and with one fluid motion unzips it revealing the OCW championship. The OCW Faithful comes back alive with cheers, causing Outcast to give a wicked smile. ~

Belvedere: he is the current OCW Champion... OUTCAST!!!!!

~ Outcast heads to the ring dapping up Faithful at ringside. Handing his title to Belvedere, he removes his jacket he cracks his neck side to side waiting on the bell staring a hole through the special guest referee, Victoria Strader. ~

Smith: Outcast definitely doesn’t trust the ref in this match!

Hood: Would you? She’s tried to kill him multiple times!

~ Victoria shows the OCW title to PIC, and hands it to Belvedere. She calls for the bell, and the timer and scorecard appear on the OCWtron. ~

~ DING DING DING ~

~ PIC and Outcast circle each other in the centre of the ring, neither wanting to make the first mistake. Outcast begins to taunt PIC with some words as PIC jaws back at the OCW Champion. Collar and elbow, but Outcast ducks under to deliver a swift kick to PIC's back sending the pimp in charge stumbling forward. PIC spins around and Outcast is there with a forearm to the face, but PIC counters it with a wristlock turning it into a hammerlock. PIC changes into a side headlock, but Outcast counters with a punch to the back of PIC's right knee. PIC releases the hold, Outcast with a spinning fist right into PIC's temple. Outcast off the ropes, running bulldog takes PIC down to the canvas. ~

~ Outcast off the ropes, baseball slide into PIC's face, but PIC is up out of the way. Outcast slides on out of the ring, springing up on the apron to leap to the top rope. Outcast dives off the top with a springboard dropkick, but PIC catches him, spinning around with a wheelbarrow slam in centre ring. PIC rushes over, leg drop, but Outcast rolls out of the way as well, but he is unable to avoid the entire move. Part of PIC's boot catches him but it as though Outcast didn't even feel it. Outcast uses speed to slam a shoulder into the ribs of the rising PIC. PIC rolls over onto his back, Outcast is there and connects with the baseball slide. Outcast up again, pulling PIC into a seated position, fist to the face, a second fist to the face, and a spinning elbow shot to the temple has PIC reeling already. PIC shoves Outcast backwards, shoving up to his feet quickly, he charges at Outcast. Drop toe hold sends PIC's throat across the middle rope. Outcast quickly running to the near turnbuckle, diving off with a knee drop that drives the rope deeper into PIC's throat and causes the Pimp In Charge to gasp for breath. ~

~ Outcast off the ropes, running punt kick right to PIC's chin rolls him off the ropes where Outcast lays into PIC with the foot stomps. Outcast goes after a stomp to the throat of PIC, but PIC manages to catch the foot pulling Outcast off balance. Outcast's face slams into the top turnbuckle and he falls backwards from the impact. PIC up quickly, slamming a shoulder into Outcast's midsection before quickly wrapping his arms around Outcast's waist. ~

~ High angle Spinebuster! ~

Hood: Come on Outcast!

Smith: Do you even know why you cheer for him?

Hood: Because he is PROUD AND STRONG!

~ Outcast must be hurting after that, but he valiantly tries to get back up to his feet, PIC kindly helps him out with that task. PIC pounds a fist into Outcast's face before tucking his head under Outcast's arm. Northern Lights Suplex from PIC has Outcast down for the first pin of the match.

~ Outcast kicks out with authority, but you can't blame him for trying to get an advantage early in the match. PIC rolls up to his feet, but Outcast is there already too. Outcast charges at PIC, leap frog from PIC catches Outcast off his guard, allowing PIC to spin around and kick him in the gut. PIC goes for spear here early, but Outcast rains down right and lefts breaking PIC's concentration. Outcast shoves his weight towards PIC's head causing him to stumble backwards. Outcast flips over the back of PIC causing the pimp in charge to fall down and Outcast drives his entire body weight down on PIC taking him by surprise as he makes a cover as well. ~

KICKOUT!

~ PIC shoves Outcast off of the pin and both men have gained a one count in the early going. Outcast up, PIC up. Outcast with a running knee and PIC is prepared, but it is a faint by Outcast as he drives a right hand into the face of PIC sending him into the corner. Outcast with a body splash on PIC before climbing to mount PIC in the corner. ~

2!!

3!!!

4!!!!

5!!!!!

6!!!!!!

7!!!!!!!

8!!!!!!!!

~ Huge spinebuster from PIC has Outcast laying out in the centre ring. ~

Hood: I’ve seen better spinebusters from Mike Zybala.

Smith: Doesn’t look like he got all of it!

~ PIC shakes his head, but Outcast had it scouted as he rolls backwards to avoid most of the impact. He slams into PIC as he is shaking his head driving his left knee right into PIC's mouth but no blood yet. Outcast keeps on the attack with another lifted knee, then a third. Outcast is tenacious in his attack of PIC, taking the fight to the man trying to end his career. Outcast sets him up in the centre of the ring for a piledriver, he yells something out to the OCW Faithful. PIC reverses with a back body sending Outcast back first on the canvas. PIC stumbles forward, deciding to use the momentum to his advantage. PIC bounces off the ropes, Outcast is sitting up, PIC slams a boot right into the back of his skull folding him up like a package. PIC pulls Outcast up, forearm to the face. Chop to the chest.~

OCW Faithful: WOOOOOOOO!

~Oui-Oui, the Faithful is into it. Chop again and it is followed by a third and the woos fill the Bell Centre. PIC looks behind him, Irish whip. Outcast runs towards the turnbuckle, PIC spins charging in after him. Outcast runs up the turnbuckle, PIC slams into the corner. Outcast lands on his feet behind PIC, PIC spins. Superkick from PIC takes Outcast by surprise and right on the chin taking Outcast out on the canvas. PIC points to his temple before covering Outcast for a pin.

2!!

SHOULDER UP!!!!

~ Outcast with a shoulder up stops the pin attempt. PIC is a little shocked, but knows Outcast won't go down that easy with so much on the line. PIC pulls him up, lifting him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry possibly going for THE SHOWSTOPPA. PIC spins as he tosses Outcast. BUT Outcast catches PIC by the hair on his head, dragging him down into a quick DDT from over six and a half feet in the air! Outcast rolls him over, hooking the leg. ~

2!!

SHOULDER UP!!!!

~ Not yet! PIC rolls a shoulder up, stopping the count. Outcast doesn't show any expression as he pounds fists into PIC's face from his prone position. Outcast is bringing the violence and PIC is bringing the speed and agility. Outcast looks up at the OCW Faithful, smirking at them. PIC slams a fist into Outcast's chin rocking him back on his heels. PIC shoves up to his feet, side headlock. Outcast with an elbow into PIC's ribs a second, and a third breaks the side headlock. Outcast off the ropes, knee into the ribs sends PIC stumbling. Outcast springs off the ropes with a flying fist to the back of PIC's skull sending him forward again.~

~ PIC falls to one knee, Shining Wizard from Outcast takes PIC down on the canvas, he slams PIC's knee into the canvas to try and weaken his vertical base. Outcast is tenacious in his attack with stomp after stomp on the left knee now. Outcast off the ropes, dropkick into the left knee before he locks on a leg lock to weaken it further. PIC sits up, fist to the face, but Outcast sways out of the way as he avoids the punch and drops the submission. Outcast up to his feet, but so is PIC, both showing resilience early. Outcast flies with a forearm, PIC avoids. Outcast catches his forward progress with a hand on each side of the turnbuckle. Looking while upside down, Outcast grabs PIC on each side of his head with his feet. PIC smiles as he pulls Outcast out of the corner, but Outcast wanted just that. PIC spins around twisting his body to flip PIC over in centre ring to land on his shoulder and side of the head. Outcast walks over, knowing that he must stay on the attack here. Outcast drops a knee onto PIC's forehead before leaping into the air with a second one as well. Outcast climbs to the top turnbuckle, measuring PIC as he dives from the top with a double foot stomp right onto PIC's face and sending him out cold. Outcast rolls through the impact, springing up to his feet to bounce off the ropes, spring to the middle, and come off with a back flip into a leg drop across his throat. Outcast hooks the leg. ~

2!!

SHOULDER UP!

~ PIC throws a shoulder up, Outcast can't believe it. ~

Hood: That was 3!

Smith: No, it wasn't. Victoria's doing a good job out there. Surprisingly. One would think she would be working against Outcast!

~ Outcast helps him up to his feet, PIC slams a fist into Outcast's gut, a second, and a third, swinging neck-breaker takes Outcast down. PIC is down too, and this match is less than ten minutes old. PIC crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up with their assistance, but Outcast is doing the same, showing that reserve and determination to end PIC; but PIC is showing the same. The OCW Faithful is definitely into this match even if no hardcore elements have come into play... yet. PIC runs at Outcast, but Outcast ducks under the clothesline. PIC with a back kick takes Outcast by surprise sending him into the ropes. Outcast rebounds right into a rear waist-lock from PIC. Belly to belly suplex slams Outcast down on his head. PIC pulls Outcast to a seated position, placing his knee in between Outcast's shoulder blades before yanking his arms back in a submission hold. Outcast grunts out in pain, his eyes closed to block out anything else and give him concentration. Outcast rolls to the right, to the left, to the right but PIC follows him with every sway of his body. Outcast rolls to the left, but PIC lets him loose, choosing instead to follow him with stomps to the back and kicks to the ribs. Outcast rolls onto the apron, PIC pushes him on out to the floor. ~

~ PIC hits the ropes once again as Outcast gets up to a kneeling position then to a standing position. PIC dives over the top rope with a suicide plancha as he flips over Outcast catching him in an over the shoulder three quarter facelock into a stunner! ~

~ The Faithful explodes. Victoria looks impressed. But the move cost PIC as he slams down hard on his left knee, causing him to wince in pain. PIC gets up, slowly, but he does manage it turning around to find Outcast getting up as well, his back turned to him. PIC stomps forward, but Outcast drops down, tripping PIC up slamming him face first into the ring apron and causing him to bounce back from the impact. PIC holds at his mouth as Outcast springs to the apron, flying off with a toe kick right to PIC's temple driving the pimp in charge to the ground. Victoria is powerless to stop anything, even if she wanted to, she just watches on showing no bias... yet. PIC's head slams into the railing, but Outcast is far from finished as he pulls himself back up, a wide and evil smirk on his face. He pulls PIC up, grabbing him in a wristlock. Outcast uses all of his weight behind the move as he drops down to whip PIC into the steps and send them flying to the railing that is protecting the Faithful. ~

~Outcast walks over, calmly and methodically stalking PIC as he waits for the Pimp In Charge to stand back up, which he is trying to do here. PIC is on his hands and knees, but Outcast delivers a vicious kick right to his ass sending him head first into the disassembled steps. PIC pulls himself up on his knees, a hand on both sides of the steps as Outcast stalks forward. He stops to stare at Victoria Strader. ~

~ Outcast is still staring at his enemy, his hated enemy before something seems to break the concentration. Outcast turns around meeting the steel steps right in the face. Outcast drops like a sack of rocks as he just falls limply right there in the spot. Outcast's head is up against the railing and PIC looks at the steps but seems to hesitate. The Faithful is yelling for him to do it! ~

Hood: The Frenchies are evil, Smith!

Smith: You’d be cheering if the men were reversed.

~ PIC looks back at the OCW Faithful once again, the steps slam into Outcast's face for a second time. Something seems to have unlocked in PIC as he backs up, tossing the steps at Outcast and they land in his lap. PIC jumps into the air, driving the steps into Outcast's sternum with a dropkick. The air rushes right out of Outcast's lungs before PIC rolls back up to his feet, the distaste of Outcast evident on his face. PIC pulls the nearly unconscious form of Outcast up, slamming his head between his thighs before lift... no he drops him and holds at his thigh. PIC is clutching at his thigh where Outcast just bit him on the inner thigh, Outcast shoves his doubled fists upward right into PIC's manhood causing him to groan in pain and the men in the OCW Faithful to agree with him. Outcast shoves upwards with a brass knuckle assisted uppercut to the chin that rocks PIC backward on his haunches. ~

Smith: Guessing this match is No DQ? Seeing how Victoria said nothing there.

Hood: That’s what Belvedere said. You not paying attention? See, she’s being PROUD and STRONG refereeing the match letting them do whatever they gotta do!

~ Outcast rolls PIC back inside the ring where he can use the ropes to his advantage and out wrestle PIC. He pulls himself onto the apron, crawling to the top turnbuckle, diving off while twisting his body in mid-air, but PIC rolls back onto the apron. PIC gets himself up, as Outcast clutches at his midsection in pain he turns around. Right fist from PIC, a second soup bone, and a third has Outcast reeling but he's still holding onto the ropes. PIC shoves his shoulder through the ropes connecting with Outcast's sore sternum which causes him to let go of the top rope's support. PIC steps through, delivering a big knee into Outcast's face before whipping him into the ropes. PIC bounces off as well, clothesline ducked by Outcast. PIC spins around, kick right to his face sends him down on one knee, Outcast off the ropes. Springboard heel kick to the temple sends PIC onto the other knee. Outcast hits the ropes again, dropkick right to the face, but PIC can't bend that way so Outcast hits the ropes behind him catching PIC with a running bulldog and down to the canvas. Outcast gets in PIC's face and begins to trash talk The Savage Champion. Outcast with a closed right hand to PIC's face and a second rocks PIC's jaw in the prone position. Outcast pulls PIC up to a kneeling position so the OCW Faithful can watch him pound away at his flesh and his head with all the closed rights and lefts he wants to. Outcast rears back, delivering a stinging knife edge chop right to PIC's Adam's apple that causes him to begin gagging. Outcast sticks his hands on either side of PIC's mouth and pulls his cheeks apart as though he is trying to make his smile look like Joaquin Phoenix’s Joker to the child Bruce Wayne but way meaner. PIC seems to be out on his knees though but the pain brings him around. ~

~ PIC fires a weak right, but Outcast is able to easily avoid the blow instead kicking PIC in the gut with his boot before slamming the point of his elbow into PIC's mouth. Outcast slams the elbow into PIC's cheek before spitting right in his face. The wad of spit runs down PIC's face humiliating him a bit further before Outcast mockingly wipes the spit all over The Pimp In Charge's face. Victoria comes in to check if PIC is willing to continue, he is barely able to nod. ~

~ No fall has taken place yet in this contest, and these two men have given it their all. Outcast turns around and looks out to the OCW Faithful and his eyes pop open in shock and surprise. PIC rolls him up from behind, taking advantage of anything he can get right now. Victoria slides into position slapping the mat as she counts. ~

2!!

3!!

~ NO!!!! Victoria jumps up indicating that only a count of two was achieved. ~

Hood: sonofabitch!

Smith: Proving to be 100% unbiased.

Hood: Rather it be 87.2% unbiased.

~ PIC pounds the mat in frustration as he was sure that would be a fall in his favour. Outcast rolls back up to his feet, looking at the spot once more before turning quickly to deliver a shot right to PIC's nose, but still no blood. PIC is up, Irish whip to Outcast, but counter by Outcast. PIC is sent running, Outcast cartwheels slamming both feet right into PIC's face sending him over the top to land on his neck and head. Outcast drops down to his knees, nods his head, and runs towards the corner near PIC. Outcast scales the corner diving off with a swanton bomb onto PIC from inside the ring to the outside of the ring. ~

OCW Faithful: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

~ The faithful is into it even more now, like him or not, that move was just fucking awesome, but here comes Outcast again, pulling himself up slowly from the devastating move he just nailed PIC with. Outcast digs under the ring, pulling a steel chair from underneath. PIC is barely able to get to his feet, his back to Outcast as Outcast just waits. A few of the Faithful at ringside point behind PIC, who slowly turns to confront Outcast. PIC turns, Outcast levels him with a steel chair sending him back first against the commentary table. Another shot to the midsection doubles PIC over. A golf swing stands him back up and it looks as though PIC may begin to bleed at any moment now. ~

~ Outcast balances on his foot and slams PIC's head with the steel chair, denting it drastically from the impact of steel and hard skull. PIC is leaning over the table, but not on it just yet. Outcast looks at the chair, before jumping onto the ring apron. Outcast dives off, tucking the chair under his feet before positioning them outwards to slam with full force right into PIC's face and the blood flies in a fine spray. A few drops land on the Faithful, some on the commentators, and a bit begins to trickle down PIC's temple as he is now prone on his back. ~

Hood: Remind me to see Knifey for a Hep C shot.

~ Outcast drops down to one knee, shaking his head before managing to shove up to his feet, but no worries PIC isn't going anywhere just now, he is literally out cold on the commentary table, barely breathing. Outcast picks up the steel chair, before discarding it for a newer less dented model. PIC still isn't moving, but Outcast doesn't care as he lifts the new chair high up over his head, bringing it down like a sledge hammer on PIC's face. Outcast has gone mad, he is laying into PIC with repeated shots to the sternum and stomach with vicious after vicious shot to the gut and sternum. PIC's body is moving, but only from the impact of chair on flesh. Outcast brings the chair down with a particularly devastating shot that connects with PIC's head before he lays the chair right on PIC's face and walks away. The Faithful are worried for PIC, sure he did them wrong for a little while, but they still no man deserves this sort of vicious attack, but at the same token they are human and love blood and devastation. Outcast lifts up the apron, pulling out a fifteen-foot ladder and finally succeeds in getting it out from under the ring. ~

~ The OCW Champion turns around, picking up the chair once more, smashing it into PIC's ribs then one last time into his face. Outcast judges the distance and sets up the ladder accordingly. Outcast looks back as he thinks he saw movement, choosing to nail PIC in the face one last time and now PIC's face is a crimson mask of his own blood, that final shot causes the fan to boo him heavily, but Outcast doesn't care as he climbs up the ladder. Outcast looks back from the very tip top of the ladder, flipping off with a moonsault towards PIC. At the last second, Outcast turns it into a double knee drop right onto the steel chair that is covering PIC's crimson face. The momentum of the move drives Outcast down on the chair, driving it onto PIC's face, and carrying the pair of them through the table. Parts of the commentary table fly up into the air and there are some lucky Faithful that have a piece of OCW history to sell on Ebay now. Victoria rushes out of the ring as PIC is put into a pin by Outcast on what remains of the table. Outcast is unable to hook the leg, but is on top of PIC as Victoria is right there. The Faithful can't believe it, if the silence is any indication. ~

2!!

3!!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: Winner of the first score by pinfall... OUTCAST!!!!!!

Up on the OCWtron flashes:

Pinfall: Outcast on PIC at 12:39
Outcast: 1 PIC: 0

Hood: Future First Ballot Hall of Famer gets the first notch!!!

Smith: Think we can just grab a table from under the ring for us to use?

Hood: OR, we can ask Knifey and Phil to bring us one!

~ Outcast rolls himself off PIC, as Victoria holds his hand high in the air. The OCW Faithful is showering the man with hatred in the form of very loud booing. Outcast just smirks at them with distaste as Victoria tells him to back up from PIC. A fan hands Victoria a bottle of water to splash on PIC's face to liven him up, it succeeds in doing that as well as washing the blood mask from his face. PIC blinks his eyes, coughing to clear his throat. He shakes his head from side to side, but just to clear the cobwebs from his cranium because after a shot like that, they are clinging to every crevice of his Pimp Brain. Victoria inquires if PIC wants to continue with this match and as he sits up, he nods that he does want to continue. Outcast can't believe that PIC is going to continue after a shot like that. Victoria tells both men that they are to take a thirty second break before continuing with the match. PIC and Outcast both nod; neither taking their eyes off the other man. PIC stands up from the wreckage, very unsteady on his feet, but quickly regains his balance. PIC accepts a bottle of grape flavoured Powerade from a random ass fan. ~

Hood: Come on, Phil. Hurry it up! We Need a table!

~ Victoria indicates that in twenty seconds, the match will continue. PIC and Outcast are separated by Victoria, but their eyes never leave the other, maybe a new bit of respect between these two men? ~

~ Ten seconds as Victoria is preparing to back out of the way, but she is sure not to move until the time has been observed. The Faithful begin their own countdown. ~

5!!!!!

4!!!!

3!!!

2!!

~ DING DING DING ~

~ PIC fires the remaining bit of Grape Powerade right into Outcast's face catching him by surprise, pissing that mutual respect away. PIC kicks out with a fast kick right to Outcast's gut doubling him over very quickly in the beginning of the second portion of this contest. PIC slams a forearm into the top of Outcast's skull rocking him yet again. PIC grabs Outcast by the hair, face first into the ring post. PIC winds back up, face first again, and a third time. Outcast spins away, holding at his head as PIC is on the attack with a boot to the side of Outcast's face pushing him towards the railing. PIC rushes over, but Outcast drops down. PIC with a cross body as the Faithful move and he goes over the railing to land in the first row of chairs. Outcast pulls himself up, shaking the face shots off, but he can't hide the shaking as he walks. Outcast grits his teeth, jump to the top of the railing. ~

~ Split Legged Moonsault, but PIC catches him. Spinebuster into the fast emptying chairs at ringside. The OCW Faithful are sure getting their money's worth here tonight, if not for anything else, this match. The chairs fold down, going the opposite way from which they were built as Outcast groans out in pain. ~

~ PIC picks up a chair, he swings connecting with Outcast's head as the three-time OCW Champion sits up. The smack is heard on the other side of the ring and the Faithful wince from the thought of how painful that is. PIC winds up again, another shot right to the face and Outcast is back on his back. PIC climbs up into a pair of chairs, coming down with the chair under his extended leg with a chair assisted leg drop right onto Outcast's face. Victoria is there in case someone makes a pin attempt, as PIC does. ~

2!!

SHOULDER UP!

~ Outcast somehow manages to get a shoulder up, but PIC doesn't really seem to care as he yanks Outcast up to his feet. PIC pounds his right fist right into Outcast's mouth and his lip splits from the force of the blow. The guard rail between the Faithful and the ring, well, Outcast's face just met it on a personal level as he falls back down from the gorilla press toss. PIC walks over, intent on destroying Outcast and getting him out of Online Championship Wrestling for good this time. He stalks over. ~

~ Outcast lashes out with a kick to PIC's ankle causing the pimp in charge to stumble as the security of Eddy Bueger and Knux are backing the OCW Faithful up and keeping them away from the action. Outcast with a second kick out to PIC's left knee buckling him down to one knee. Outcast finds an electrical cord and begins to wrap it around PIC's throat, but the pimp in charge is struggling to prevent this. Outcast with a kick to PIC's face stops his struggle and Outcast tosses one loop around the railing, dropping down with all of his weight to lift PIC up and choke him out as though he is hanging him for his crimes. Victoria is right there checking on PIC's position, but The Pimp In Charge manages to kick out and begin a swinging arch. The swing carries him out far enough to come back to deliver a mule kick right to Outcast's face. The cord is dropped, but PIC is spent. Outcast smiles through a mouth that seems to be filled with blood. He loops some of the cord, whipping PIC like you'd whip a mule to get them to pull a plow or Who’re when you want her out of your bed before the wife gets home. PIC winces from the pain on his back. Outcast begins to whip him again as PIC struggles towards something. ~

~ PIC reaches out, he grasps an extra light bulb from under the overhang, he swings and connects with Outcast's face. The glass explodes in many fragments as Outcast holds at his face, tiny cuts all over his skin, now he is bloody as well. Although he is not nearly as bloody as PIC is. PIC is gasping for breath, but Outcast is still on is feet. He rushes towards Outcast, PIC kicks out, Outcast jumps over with a flip, coming down in a seated position on the back of PIC's neck. PIC's face is slammed face first into the ground, but Outcast is far from finished. Outcast begins to pound away on the back of PIC's head with a fury of rights and lefts as he unchambers every ounce of rage and frustration he has. PIC shoves to the right rolling Outcast off of him as he tries to get up to his feet, where his face was is a small puddle of the blood from the forehead wound from the first pinfall. ~

~ Outcast is back up, swinging a steel chair from a security guard, PIC ducks under slamming his boot into Outcast's gut. PIC turns with a three quarter facelock into a stunner, and they both go down. PIC rolls Outcast over, hooking the leg as Victoria is right there. ~

2!!

~ Outcast is able to roll the shoulder up, the anger he must be feeling fueling his every move. ~

Hood: Outcast is gonna do everything he can to avoid PIC scoring a point.

Smith: Isn't that the point?

Hood: Hey, there's our new table.

~ OCW staff help set up a new table for the commentary team and PIC can't believe Outcast just kicked out, as he pulls Outcast up, slamming his elbow into Outcast's cheek for good measure. PIC pounds his forearm into Outcast's face backing him up along just below the railing. PIC with a second huge forearm shot, Outcast turns around to try and get some distance between himself and the pissed off Pimp. PIC gives chase, but that is exactly what Outcast is wanting as he leaps up to the bottom rail, swinging to flip back behind PIC slamming him in the back with a dropkick. PIC falls forward, Outcast uses the momentum of his swing to pull himself up onto the guard rail. Outcast with a backflip landing on PIC's skull with a double foot stomp. Outcast pulls the Pimp up to a vertical base, chop to the chest, chop to the throat. Outcast with a stinging chop to the chest, it reddens almost immediately from the force of the chop. Outcast with a second chop to the chest, and a third. Outcast with a series of quick jabs to the ribs that must be sore from the first pinfall, he continues on those attacks. Outcast with a punch to the face before he leaps to atop the new commentary table, thrusting his foot out right into PIC's face. PIC manages to catch him, spinning around to send Outcast through the table with a sit out spinebuster! Victoria is right there, being the most impartial referee there could possibly be. PIC makes a cover. ~

Hood: Fuck! Stop wrecking our table!!!

2!!

3!!!

NO!!!!!!

~ Outcast rolls a shoulder up, and Hood is pissed the table is broken already! He doesn't kickout, but manages to barely lift his shoulder. PIC pulls himself out of the table debris as well as yanking Outcast up from the broken remnants of the cheap table. PIC slams Outcast's head into the steel steps, but Outcast delivers an elbow to those sore ribs that cause PIC to wince in obvious pain. Outcast smiles in triumph as he gets to PIC once again. PIC is holding at his right side, but Outcast violently rips away his protective hand to send a series of hard fist strikes into those ribs. PIC stumbles away from Outcast, putting some distance between them. Outcast is hot on his heels, running alongside PIC, diving towards the wall and with a sort of climb leaps back with a roundhouse that misses PIC as he ducks his head. Outcast stumbles down to one knee, landing heavily on his right knee and wincing in terrible pain. PIC leans up against the barricade, trying to catch his breath as Outcast pulls himself up by the ring-post as they have made their around to the ramp. PIC looks with utter hatred at Outcast, who returns the gesture and look in kind.~

~ The two men stumble forward, ready to throw down again, having taken a brief reset from the violence, they come together with a collar and elbow in the back near ramp. PIC with the quick advantage going into a hammerlock, Outcast falls forward using PIC's weight against him as he flips the pimp in charge over. Outcast steps up, but PIC lands on his feet, dropping down to the steel floor of the ramp, sweeping out with his feet and taking Outcast by surprise. Outcast leaps up into the air and these two men look like hell but are going at it for the moment like two fresh wrestlers. Victoria right there as PIC swings with a right hand, Outcast catches bringing PIC down. PIC uses his own momentum to flip himself over with a hiptoss to land on his feet and pivot with a yakuza kick towards Outcast. Outcast avoids the blow diving towards PIC's left knee, but PIC able to dance out of the way and avoid the chop block attempt. Outcast spins around, dropkick from PIC but Outcast falls back, landing on his elbows to shove himself back upwards. PIC is up as well charging at Outcast, but Outcast leaps up jumping out of PIC's way as PIC ducks his head under the leap frog. Outcast kicks backwards, but PIC telegraphs the move turning off to the right and avoiding the kick. ~

~ PIC drops down as Outcast falls back to the floor on his feet. Outcast turns. PIC with a spear right into Outcast's midsection driving him against the OCW logo beside the entrance way and both men go through! PIC and Outcast fly through broken jagged plastic that is the OCW sign under the OCWTron! PIC's momentum carries them on through to the outside and Victoria follows quickly as Outcast's head slams hard into the concrete floor in the backstage area at Checkers Position. PIC spins as they land, hooking the leg and rolling on over to give added leverage. ~

2!!

3!!!!!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: Winner and able to tie the score up with a pinfall... PIC!!!!!

~ The Faithful in the Bell Centre roar their approval for the announcement and the view on the screens, but neither man is moving. Up on the OCWtron, it flashes the following:

Pinfall: PIC on Outcast at 19:16
Outcast: 1 PIC: 1

Hood: Both men aren't moving. It just goes to show how much PIC needed to do in order to put Outcast down for three.

Smith: Hood, I will agree that PIC tying the score took a lot out of him.

~ Sure the score is tied, but neither man is moving here. Victoria is right there signaling for some paramedics to rush down to check on these two men. The paramedics arrive and manage to get PIC off of Outcast who has blood coming from the corner of his mouth in a small trickle. Two medics are attending to PIC who has blood winding its way down the side of his head as well as a piece of heavy-duty plastic sticking just behind his collar bone. It isn't a very big piece of plastic, but considering how it went in and being much duller than say glass, you bet your fucking ass it hurts. Victoria is over out of the way as this brief period may take longer than thirty seconds. ~

~ PIC did not let her in on his plan, deciding that she really doesn't care either way as she steps forward moving the paramedics out of the way. She walks over to the revived Outcast asking if he wants to continue, he nods his head. Victoria stands between him and PIC, making sure that they take their brief reset in the match as per her ruling. Victoria is the boss now after all. PIC is being stitched up quickly from the piece of plastic in his shoulder as Outcast is getting some Gorilla Glue put into his wounds to heal them up quicker than new skin. Victoria holds up both hands, indicating ten seconds remain in the rest period. Another five seconds pass as the Faithful in the Bell Centre begin their own countdown. ~

5!!!!!

~ Outcast shoves paramedics out of the way. ~

4!!!!

~ Outcast up to both feet, PIC does the same. ~

3!!!

~ Victoria stands between the two men as they stare with hatred at each other. ~

2!!

~ They are waiting, but not wanting to. ~

~ DING DING DING ~

~ Double clothesline and both men are immediately back down, Outcast picks up a broken piece of jagged plastic, possibly the ‘W’ in OCW, as he gets back up. He swings it in an arch at PIC's face, but PIC is able to duck under the swing, delivering a fist to the underside of Outcast's chin knocking him back. PIC with a clothesline, but Outcast isn't out as he uses PIC's momentum to flip him over onto the broken pieces of plastic, causing the fragments to dig into the flesh of PIC, drawing tiny trickles of blood. PIC rolls over, but that is only successful in driving the pieces deeper into his flesh. Outcast with a kick to PIC's chin sends him back on his back. Outcast looks up, eyeing the equipment truck parked right out of view as they move through the backstage area close to leaving the arena, a manic look crosses his face as he finds a nearby ladder by the exit. Outcast pulls the ladder over, setting it up next to the trailer outside as he comes back in to get PIC. ~

Hood: Outcast is taking PIC outside! Good! They won’t get to wreck a third commentary table!

Smith: Yeah, I was just told over the headset that Machete Phil is coming down with a cheap table.

Hood: What a brutal DDT onto the pavement by Outcast!

~ Outcast delivers a stomp on PIC's bloody face before climbing up the ladder PIC pushes the ladder over and Outcast is left hanging on by his forearms, his feet dangling for to grab on the side of the semi-truck trailer. Outcast is able to kick up onto the top of the trailer as PIC begins his climb up the ladder as well. PIC is at the top, Outcast with a stomp down on PIC's head, but PIC doesn't fall. Outcast with a second stomp down, but PIC continues coming up and Victoria is eyeing the action knowing she probably has to climb up with them. PIC powers through the stomps, Outcast backs up for a vicious kick. Outcast kicks out, PIC rolls over onto the roof missing the kick and getting on the top. PIC gets up and charging at Outcast as the Faithful are watching on the OCWtron inside the Bell Centre. Outcast able to drop down tripping PIC up and slamming his face into the steel of the trailer hard enough to cause it to sway from side to side. Victoria begins her climb up the ladder and is up top quickly as Outcast sneers while he pulls PIC up. Outcast with a fist into the bloody face of PIC, a second, a third, a fourth, and a fifth. PIC's head bounces back and forth on his neck from the repeated shots from the three-time and current OCW Champion. ~

~ Outcast drops down kicking the back of PIC's knees bringing him down to a kneeling position, before getting a handful of hair. Outcast pulls PIC's head forward while slamming his knee as hard as he can into PIC's face to create maximum pain. PIC shoves up, but Outcast just slaps him across the face like Welsh slapping Zybala when he tried to have an Outsiders match on OCWTV. PIC backs up, Outcast charges with speed and agility. PIC counters with a quickness of his own dropping down to scoop Outcast up, planting him on the metal with a running powerslam. PIC doesn't make the cover though as he is just trying to catch his breath. Victoria is there, looking like she is enjoying the spectacle of Outcast and PIC killing each other in this match. PIC somehow gets up to his feet, balancing on his two tree trunks before pulling Outcast up, who holds at his back as soon as he is up. PIC carries Outcast over to the side of the trailer, looking down and ready to toss him over. PIC looks over to Victoria and just stares for a moment as the blood trickles down his body, knowing she is thinking of the time she tried to kill her sister. He boots Outcast in the gut before slamming his head between his thighs. PIC lifts Outcast up, but Outcast able to wave his legs back and forth in mid-air. Outcast counters with a back body sending PIC over the side! ~

OCW Faithful: YOU GOT FUCKED UP! YOU GOT FUCKED UP! YOU GOT FUCKED UP!

~ Outcast drops down to one knee as we hear and see PIC's body land flat on his back. Right on the pavement. You guessed it, PIC isn't moving. Outcast shoves Victoria out of the way as he heads over to the ladder, pulling it up. Outcast walks over onto the trailer in front of where PIC is laying on the pavement. PIC still isn't moving, but Outcast sets the ladder up, climbing to the very top and smirking as he says...~

Outcast: Here is your Pimp In Charge!

Hood: KICK ASS, OUTCAST!

Smith: Still taking sides, some things never change.

~ Outcast has his back to PIC, who still isn't moving, and he backflips off the top of the ladder, summersaulting his body while corkscrewing to slam into PIC with a huge Frog splash!!!! ~

~ Jesus Hank Williams the Third Christ! PIC's probably dead, I mean, that would probably kill me! Victoria gets down in position as quickly as she can, but honestly it isn't going to matter because PIC's dead and has blood trickling from the corner of his mouth now. ~

2!!

3!!!!!

NO WHAT THE FUCK PIC KICKS OUT! HE KICKS OUT!

~ The OCW Faithful are up now, if they weren't before, they are up on their feet now as Outcast's mouth opens wide in shock and surprise. Victoria just stares at the two of them, allowing them to kill the other, if they really want to. She doesn’t like anyone! ~

~ Outcast pulls him up, slamming his head into the side of the trailer, leaving a smearing of blood as he drags the stubborn head of PIC down the side. Darker spots remain where Outcast took the time to lovingly show PIC a closeup of the Face Off banner air brushed on the tractor-trailer paintjob. PIC is stumbling along, as if we expected any different, but Outcast is dragging him towards the ring, he is far from happy about this now. Outcast opens the door to the trailer, looking for something to use as a weapon, but PIC takes this chance to shove Outcast's head into the opening and slam the door. A crunch is heard as Outcast goes limp on his feet, but PIC slams the door again, a third time, and a fourth until Victoria tells him to move along. PIC looks back at Victoria, slamming the door one more time just to spite the boss lady wrestler-referee. Turning back to Outcast he pulls him out of the opening. Outcast has something in his grasp. ~

Smith: What’s he got in his hands?

Hood: Is that a...?

~ PIC receives a SLEDGEHAMMER shot to the gut. Outcast winds up with an attempt to drive the golf ball that looks remarkably like PIC's bloody head down to the green about six hundred yards away. Outcast swings, but PIC manages to lean back and avoid it. The momentum of the big swing carries Outcast around, the sledgehammer out in front. PIC slams into him with a shoulder-block to the gut. The sledgehammer goes flying behind Outcast, but the momentum is enough to carry them both backwards. The sledgehammer slams onto the ground bouncing up about a foot. Outcast's head slams into the sledgehammer as he lands on the pavement as well. PIC follows through, hooking the leg for a pin. ~

2!!

3!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: Winner as a result of a pinfall... PIC!!!!!!!

~ PIC stands up, leaning against the outside wall as Victoria is waiting on Outcast to regain consciousness. Paramedics attend to both men, giving them electrolytes to revive their bodies. ~

Belvedere: Leading the falls is PIC by a score of two falls to Outcast's one.

Up on the screen the following score and brief summary flashes:

Pinfall: PIC on Outcast at 24:49
Outcast: 1 PIC: 2

Smith: Less than 5 minutes left!

Hood: Thank you, Captain Obvious.

~ Outcast is now sitting up, his head in his hands as his career is now in real danger, as he is trailing PIC by one point and must string two falls together to regain the lead. Victoria is there enforcing the thirty second break as the OCW Faithful is chanting. ~

OCW Faithful: Let! Them! Go! Let! Them! Go! Let! Them! Go! Let! Them! Go! Let! Them! Go!"

~ Victoria shows both hands in the air, indicating ten seconds remain in the break. PIC finishes another Powerade, Outcast does the same. ~

5!!!!!

4!!!!

3!!!

2!!

~ DING DING DING ~

~ Collar and elbow, but Outcast plants the point of his elbow right into PIC's eye causing sharp pain that seems to override all other pain. PIC backs up, Outcast kicks him right square in the face with the sole of his boot sending him up against a metal door leading back into the Bell Centre. Outcast looks around, he spies a forklift used to load and unload the equipment from the truck. Outcast gets on the piece of equipment and it cranks right up under his turning of the key. The faithful gasps, knowing what he is intending to do. PIC is blinded in his eye for the moment, but hears the sound. He rushes out of the way, but Outcast is already on the gas slamming into PIC with the force of the vehicle sending him flying backwards through the metal door and sliding about twenty feet inside. Outcast hops down from the vehicle, laughing like a maniac as he rushes forward into the now crushed door. Will Thaddeus Duke have to reimburse Geoff Molson for the damages done to the Bell Centre? Well, he can afford it. Outcast swings a mop bucket at PIC's unconscious head busting the bucket as well as creating another wound on PIC's head; he looks like a package of raw hamburger meat, but then again so does Outcast.~

~ Outcast pulls PIC up, wanting to cause more damage before he goes for a pinfall. He shoves PIC forward down a short hallway as Victoria follows after them. Outcast notices something on a door and stops as though he is looking for this very thing. He tries the knob, but it is locked. He gets extremely pissed before looking down at PIC's head, slamming it down on the knob until it breaks off and the door swings freely open. Outcast digs around in the closet, pulling out a jug of Old Dutch brand bleach that he unscrews the lid of immediately as he laughs. PIC is on his knees, holding at his head where he just opened the door for Outcast. ~

~ Outcast lifts the jug up, pouring its contents, meant for cleaning, all over the wounds on PIC's head, back, well his entire body. PIC screams, actually screams out in pain as the bleach soaks into the fresh wounds and he rolls around trying to get away from the intense pain. But oh no, Outcast isn't finished with PIC just yet. Outcast stalks after PIC, sloshing the bleach around in the jug, he has another plan in his mind. ~

~ PIC is wiping frantically at the wounds, but the burning is still there, Outcast kicks him right in the face sending the back of his head crashing into the brick wall. Outcast sets the jug down, and physically rips the stitches out of PIC's shoulder wound, causing a bit of the flesh to fold down and blood to flow a bit freer. Outcast grabs the jug of bleach and pours the remaining solution right, directly, in the wound. No not "on" the wound, but "in" the wound! ~

~ PIC groans in pain, but manages to kick out to connect with Outcast's right knee sending him slipping on the large quantities of blood and bleach on the floor. PIC manages to get up, ignoring the pain, but the actual hurt of it is showing in his eyes and facial features. PIC plants a foot into Outcast's ribs sending the two of them down the hallway. The sound of the OCW Faithful is getting a bit louder and we round a corner with Outcast on PIC's shoulders as he slams him into a counter serving food. We are in the concession stand where a few hundred people are wanting to get in on the action first hand. PIC and Knux and his security get them to back out of the way as he pulls Outcast up onto the counter, readying him for THE SHOWSTOPPA. Outcast back bodies him again, but PIC manages to land on his feet behind the counter. But the counter cost PIC as his left knee buckles. ~

Time remaining 2:04!

~ Outcast leaps off with a front kick sending PIC stumbling back to where the cooks are at frying up fries and other snacks. Outcast flies through with a crossbody slamming PIC's back into a freezer wall. Outcast picks up a hot, extremely hot fry basket, the thing that goes into the hot liquefied fat, and slams it into PIC's face. He now has a slight burn to go with the raw hamburger meat look of his face. Outcast pounds a fist into PIC's groin before tripping him up and slamming his face onto the hot griddle and holding it there. The sound of PIC's face sizzling is nauseating, but PIC slams an elbow into Outcast's gut and repeats the griddle slam for Outcast this time. Both men now look a bit like grilled hamburgers but the blood still flows as PIC boots Outcast out of the concession stand area and back into the hallway. The Faithful scatter as PIC and Outcast approach, they want to be on top of the action, not in it. ~

Time Remaining 1:02! ~ PIC lifts Outcast up onto his shoulder for a powerslam, he runs out of the back and back in the stadium now where the Faithful are! The erupt in a huge amount of cheers as PIC slams Outcast down onto the stage and a snapping sound is heard. PIC covers Outcast.

2!!

3!!!

NO!!!!!!!

~ Outcast is on fire (figuratively, not literally)! He grabs PIC by the hair, and pulls him down head first onto the stage, quickly flipping himself to be on top of PIC! He slaps on a camel-clutch, and pulls back hard on PIC’s neck, who is turning purple for the lack of oxygen. Some people pay good money to have this done to them. ~

Victoria Strader: You want to quit Wilson?

~ PIC can’t take it and taps out on Outcasts hand as the timer reaches zero right after the tap out. ~

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: Winner of the tying point by submission... OUTCAST!!!!!

Submission: Outcast to PIC at 29:56
Outcast: 2 PIC: 2

Smith: And it ends in.. a draw?

Hood: Classic OCW, Baby!

~ Victoria yells. ~

Victoria Strader: Knifey, get me a microphone!

~ The Knife Man comes from off camera somewhere and hands a microphone to Victoria. ~

Victoria Strader: Let it be known, that I am adding 15 minutes to the match, we will have a damn winner! I Don’t care if it kills these two men!

~ The OCW Faithful cheers on the announcement as she motions that the 30 seconds to the next bell has started. ~

Hood: YES! That’s one PROUD and STRONG boss lady!

Smith: Much better than a draw, no question!

~ Victoria starts counting down from ten. When five is reached, the OCW faithful help her out. ~

5!!!!!

4!!!!

3!!!

2!!

~ DING DING DING ~

~ PIC nods to himself, knowing what he will try next. He jumps on Outcast quickly with a European Uppercut and pulls Outcast up, slamming Outcast's head between his legs, lifting him up onto his shoulders and slamming him down with a huge JackKnife Powerbom! RIGHT! THROUGH! THE! STAGE! PIC falls back on his ass, taking a moment to breathe because Outcast isn't going to be going anywhere after that and everyone knows it. The OCW Faithful are roaring their approval. ~

OCW Faithful: THIS-IS-AWE-SOME! THIS-IS-AWE-SOME! THIS-IS-AWE-SOME! THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!

Smith: Oh My God... PIC just put Outcast through the stage.

Hood: Outcast will be fine... yeah, probably not. Fuck.

~ PIC rolls up to his feet, stumbling towards the hole that Outcast just went through around two minutes earlier. He looks down, surprise shows on his face as he stands back up. Victoria looks over into the hole and her eyes widen in shock as well; she backs up from PIC as he says that he is fixing to head down there and retrieve Outcast's broken body. The Faithful goes silent and this causes PIC to look at them, most of them are pointing upwards. PIC turns, but sees nothing. Outcast flies from the top of the OCW Tron with a sommersault into a leg drop!

OCW Faithful: O-C-W! O-C-W! O-C-W! O-C-W! O-C-W!

Smith: My lord...

Hood: TOLD YA HE WAS FINE!

~PIC's face is slammed into the hole, but his throat is caught on the edge of the hole where the part of the stage fell in! Outcast pulls him up, rolling the Pimp down the ramp towards the ring, limping slightly along the way. The Faithful is still silent, not believing the resiliency of these two men and what they'll go through just to be the OCW Champion. PIC is coughing up blood as he stumbles down the ramp, but manages to fall to one knee and slow his progress. Outcast picks up a steel chair as they are at the end of the ramp now, he slams it into PIC's skull once, twice, THREE TIMES A LADYYYYY and PIC is almost down. Outcast pulls him around the ring, slamming him face first into the ring post as the stench of blood wafts to fill the noses of the faithful at ringside, the bleach causing their eyes to water as well. PIC's eyes are closed to the pain, but Outcast is opening them wide with his fingers and meticulously pulling them apart to try and rip them right off of PIC's face! This man is sick and sadistic but he is just wanting to spit right into PIC's eyes to further humiliate him in front of the OCW Faithful. Outcast slams a finger into each of PIC's eyes for further humiliation. ~

~ Outcast rolls under the ring, coming out with a black bag, something in it moving and some of the Faithful think it must be a snake of some sort. Outcast looks to them and PIC has no idea because he is blinded from the bleach fumes, finger pokes, and the nearly ripping off of his eyelids. Outcast pulls the drawstring out, reaching into the bag as hissing and something else is heard. The Faithful coil back in fear and then Outcast brings out....

~ A DUCK?!? ~

Hood: That duck is a menace!

Smith: Well it just flew away and Outcast is pulling something else out of the bag...

~ A cup of leeches! ~

Smith: That’s gross.

Hood: Twisted! Love it! Better than that stupid duck!

~ Hood yells a profanity as the duck shits on his head from the rafters. PIC is trying to wipe the blood from his eyes, but Outcast tosses the leaches on his face. The little blood suckers have latched on! PIC manages to swipe them off his face but it’s distracted him and that’s what Outcast wanted. Outcast pulls the distracted PIC nearer, locking on the Million Dollar Man’s Sleeper submission hold. But totally not the Million Dollar Man because he doesn’t exist in this world. That shit is just weird. ~

~ Victoria is there, but PIC is refusing to give, is refusing to submit, his stubborn ass is refusing to give up and the OCW Faithful love him for it! PIC tries to fight back, but in his weakened state, he fails quickly and begins to lose steam quickly. Outcast, wanting PIC to tap out, releases the hold. Outcast digs under the ring as PIC is gasping for breath and trying to conserve energy. Outcast pulls out a huge log chain. ~

~ Outcast smirks as he nails PIC in the face with it. Outcast wraps the chain around PIC's throat, climbing up the ladder that was left up from earlier in the night. Outcast jumps off the other side, effectively stringing PIC up in a modified hangman's noose. Victoria is right there as PIC refuses to submit... PIC's face is turning purple, then blue from the lack of oxygen. PIC refuses to tap out. ~

~ PIC is let go from the modified hangman's noose, courtesy of Outcast. PIC falls to his knees. PIC is coughing up blood, and looks up at a bloodied and fatigued, but grinning from ear to ear, Outcast. ~

Smith: This match has been absolutely insane!

Hood: Outcast is PROUD and STRONG... but PIC is showing to be as well. I’m conflicted, Smith. CONFLICTED!

~ The Faithful are in an uproar... nearly half the OCW Faithful cheering "PIC!" and the other half cheering "OUTCAST!" It's split down the middle, just like the match, just like the rivalry, just like their resurgent OCW careers. ~

~ PIC rises to his feet and Outcast goes after him immediately. Outcast nails him with a right, then a left. Outcast sends him into the ropes and PIC comes rushing back, trying to take out Outcast with a clothesline. Outcast duck’s underneath and then plants his boot right on PIC' jaw, just as PIC turns around. PIC stumbles back into the ropes and then Outcast picks up the ladder. Outcast rushes forward, but PIC gives a kick to the ladder and thrusts the ladder into Outcast's gut. Outcast drops the ladder to the mat and PIC nails Outcast with a running DDT, Outcast's head getting planted into the metal ladder! PIC mounts on Outcast's back and grabs him by the head, slamming his head repeatedly into the ladder. Outcast's blood flows even more and Victoria just sits back, waiting for a tap out or a knock out. Outcast throws an elbow back and surprisingly catches PIC right in the temple. Outcast does it again, and again, and PIC manages to roll off Outcast. Outcast gets off the ladder and slides out of the ring, falling to the ground below. Blood pours out onto the floor, but Outcast manages to grab something from underneath the ring. ~

~ PIC is trying to get up to his feet, holding his head. PIC walks over to the ropes and tries to grab Outcast by the head, but Outcast nails him directly on the forehead with the chair! ~

~ PIC can taste his own blood, and his eyes light up with anger and fury. Outcast gets into the ring as PIC gets to his feet and Outcast swings at him again, but PIC catches the chair. Outcast and PIC both hold the chair, but PIC overpowers Outcast and slams it into Outcast's face! He does it again, again, and again! Outcast stumbles back and PIC throws the chair at Outcast. Outcast catches it right at face level and PIC punches the chair as hard as he can, slamming it into Outcast's nose! Outcast falls to a knee, holding his nose. PIC tosses the chair away, his blood pouring out of his forehead. There's obviously a huge gash right in the middle of his forehead, just above where a potential unibrow could be. PIC wipes the blood away and goes after Outcast again. He hits Outcast with a knee and then picks him up for an atomic drop and connects! Outcast bounces back into the ropes. PIC tries to clothesline Outcast over the top rope, but Outcast ducks down and lifts PIC over the top rope. PIC falls to the floor below and crashes hard, rolling up against the barricade. ~

~ PIC gets to his feet as some of the Faithful in the front row give him some encouragement. PIC, instead of going into the ring, reaches for something underneath it and pulls out a table. The table this time is covered in broken glass, tacks, and...

Smith: Are those containers of WD40 glued on that table?

Hood: Everyone needs a little LUBE sometime!

~ Outcast's eyes light up. He climbs to the top turnbuckle as PIC finishes setting up the table on the outside. Outcast tries for a missile dropkick, but PIC dodges out of the way just in time. Outcast lands on the outside and PIC grabs Outcast by his bloodied hair. PIC slams his fist into Outcast's stomach. PIC whips Outcast head-first into the ring-post. Outcast bounces off and falls to the floor. PIC picks Outcast up and lays him across the ring apron. PIC climbs up to the ring apron himself and kicks Outcast in the back a few times. PIC lays him on the loaded gimmick’d table, and heads to the top rope...

...He leaps off with THE END RESULT (450-Splash).

~ The OCW Faithful falls silent. ~

~ Victoria can’t believe it either but she can’t hide her smile and laughter. ~

~ PIC, despite the fact he is all kinds of fucked up, manages to cover Outcast. ~

2!!

3!!!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: Winner of the fall by pinfall... PIC!!!!!!

~ Even the manliest of men, Belvedere, can barely manage to get that sentence out. Outcast looks dead to the world... or so we think. The OCW Faithful manages an applause for PIC, but surprisingly most of them are worried about Outcast's condition after that horrendous 450 Splash. ~

Pinfall: PIC on Outcast at 44:52
Outcast:2 PIC: 3

~ Victoria looks at the time remaining, making the hard call and calls for the final bell. ~

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner of this No DQ Iron Man match by a count of 3-2... AND NEW OCW CHAMPION... PIC STEVE WILSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~ Bon Jovi kicks up on the PA system and plays throughout the Bell Centre. Victoria takes the OCW Championship belt from Belvedere. She stares down at the faceplate, and the Strader Sneer comes across her face. She hands the belt to the beaten and battered Pimp In Charge. ~

Victoria Strader: Congratulations... Pimp Is Champ.

Smith: And with that we not only have a new champion, but Outcast is now officially retired.

Hood: No Bueno. We can’t lose Outcast. This is the house he remodelled!

Smith: I’m just amazed Victoria kept it down the middle, knowing how much she hates Outcast!

Hood: One would’ve thought she would want him to win so she could make his professional life an absolute hell!

Smith: I’m sure she will still find a way to do so! Well, that’s all we have folks! See you on the 31st as we return home to Key West, Florida and the OCW ARENA! Goodnight!

~ PIC holds up the OCW Title and the OCW Savage title high in the air, as PROUD and STRONG as he can be. We fade out to the OCW logo. ~