~The screen is black, suddenly you hear the familiar OCW theme begin to play as the show starts. The words “Friday Night War” flash onto the screen and then burn out as the screen fades into a jam packed arena, full of screaming OCW fans. The camera gets a few quick shots of the various signs being held up. It then stops on the ramp, where pyros go off, signaling the start of War. A camera backstage sees a blue and white custom Camaro pull into the building. The car is parked, and out steps one-half of the tag team champions, Perfect Paul Paras, decked out in denim shorts, black kneepads and a black sleeveless "Don't hate me because I'm better than you" shirt. His fists are taped and he has on his Tag Team Title belt, with the lights in the parking garage glaring off his mirrored shades. Katie, Sarah, and Erica step out of the car, but Paul grabs their attention before they can go much further.~
Paras- Girls, it's gonna be a long night, so I'd recommend you go to my dressing room and wait there.
Sarah- Are you sure you won't need any help?
Paras- Nah, I think I've got it covered.
~Paul reaches back into the car and pulls out his bamboo Kendo stick and a small bag that he puts in his pocket. He takes off his title belt, and hands it to Erica~
Paras- Keep your sweet selves out of trouble; there's going to be a little "over-exposure" tonight!
~Katie blows a kiss to Paul as they walk towards the backstage entrance. Paul smirks and heads off the other way as we go back to the arena, suddenly, we hear “Vodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix begin playing as the President of OCW makes his way to the ring area, he grabs a mic and speaks~
Prez Dean: Hello OCW fans and welcome to Friday Night War! Should be one hell of a show, but that is not what I am out here to talk about. I am here to discuss just what went down this Monday on Massacre. Yes, we saw one of the most controversial matches in OCW history. It seemed as though neither JFC nor Heavy Metal could keep from ruining, what should have been one hell of a six man tag match. But nevertheless, I have come up with a solution. You see, there are two men from Heavy Metal who is as much to blame for this as anyone else, and they are Mississippi Mud. Now, ever since they had their asses handed to them by Perfectly Marvelous, they have walked around with a chip on their shoulder, and I for one am sick of it! So, at Frost Bite, we will see Perfectly Marvelous defending their Tag Titles against the team of Mississippi Mud! Oh yea, there is gonna be hell to pay!
~Suddenly Heavy Metal’s theme begins playing and out walks TGO with Mississippi Mud, they are standing on top of the ramp and TGO has a mic, he speaks~
The Great One: Look Dean, just because we beat the hell out of those losers JFC and Perfectly Marvelous, does not give you the right to come barking orders at Heavy Metal! Oh No!!
Prez Dean: You mean to tell me that you guys are upset that I gave Mississippi Mud a Tag Title shot?
The Great One: It is not that you gave it to us, you are telling us what to do, and that just doesn’t happen when Heavy Metal is around! But regardless of what your motives are Dean, at Frost Bite, Mississippi Mud will walk out Tag Champs and The Great One will walk out Television champ, making Heavy Metal one bad ass force to be reckoned with! So get ready Dean, because it is gonna be a long….
~ “Everything Sucks” By Dope begins playing and Heavy Metal looks at the curtain, ready for JFC to pop up, but JFC fools them and comes from behind them. Syren, Freek and D Double D all have chairs. TGO and Mississippi Mud turns around and all three men get nailed with the chairs. All three members of Heavy Metal are out cold. JFC then begins to taunt Heavy Metal as they head back into the locker room area with the fans wondering what is going on. Dean’s music hits and he leaves and the camera’s focus on Sam and Hood~
Sam: Hello everyone and welcome to Friday Night War!! And what an opening segment we just witnessed Hood!
Hood: Yea, paybacks are a bitch!!!
Sam: Looks that way!
Hood: No Doubt! Damn, what a way to kick War off!
Sam: Uh Huh! And tonight, we will find out who will face off in the finals of the Television tournament, not to mention Triple M in action as well!
Hood: Sounds like a pretty damn entertaining night!
Sam: You know it! And lets get things started off with Adam Kemp taking on James Vorex!!
~ The lights dim and "The Hands of Death" begins to play. James Vorex appears at the entrance and makes his way down the ramp to the ring. ~
Cobbs: "Making his way to the ring at this time, a member of Extremely Dangerous. The man who hails from Philadelphia, and measures in at 6 foot, 4 inches tall and 320 pounds, he is the master of the feared Vorex Suplex, he is JAMES "THE KILLER" VOREX!"
~ James gets in the ring and stretches on the ropes. The words "Heavy Metal" come on the OCW Tron and The music of "The End(AN Remix)" by The Doors begins to play. Adam Kemp makes his way down to the ring. ~
Cobbs: "And his opponent, a member of Heavy Metal, the man known around the world as Kemp2K, he comes in from Toronto, Ontario Canada at 6'4" tall and weighing 265 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, here is ADAM KEMP!"
~ The two men get into their corners and the bell rings. Kemp charges at Vorex, but Vorex moves out of the way. Kemp holds out his arms and stops himself before colliding with the turnbuckle. James moves behind Kemp, but Adam Kemp swings back and delivers and elbow into the face of James Vorex. Vorex staggers back and Kemp runs at him and levels him with a clothesline. Kemp grabs his arm and drags him back up to his feet and then levels him with a short arm clothesline. He keeps his grip on James' arm and drags him back up just to level him with another short arm clothesline. This time Kemp leaves go and stomps across Vorex's chest a few times. In an act of desperation, James "The Killer" Vorex grabs Adam Kemp around the ankle and bites his shin. Kemp howls in pain, shakes the teeth out of his leg and kicks Vorex in the face before hobbling back into a neutral corner. ~
Hood: "Woah, The Killer was getting killed! But then he tried to eat Adam Kemp's leg! Friggin' sicko!"
Sam: "Yeah, James is going to do whatever it takes to keep himself in this match-up."
~ Kemp shakes off the pain and walks back over to Vorex. He stomps him twice in the stomach, then pulls him up to his feet. He punches him in the stomach and drops him with a DDT. He pulls him up again and drops him down with a swinging neckbreaker. As Kemp gets up, Vorex reaches up and clutches his package! Kemp howls in pain yet again as Vorex twists his genitals like a crazy man. Kemp stomps Vorex in the face to release the "hold" and wobbles back into the nuetral corner he just came from. ~
Hood: "That flurry of moves by Adam Kemp was ended when Vorex unleashed the testicular claw on him!"
Sam: "Oh man... and I thought it was disgusting when Rage threw up on Flamer last week... but THAT was really sick."
Hood: "Well, like you said, Vorex is gonna do whatever he needs to do to stay in this match."
~ Kemp gets a crazy look in his eyes and runs back across the ring to where Vorex is still laying. He dives at him and delivers a huge body splash. Kemp gets up and raises his arms in the air, screaming. The crowd boos rabidly. Kemp pulls Vorex back up to his feet and punches him in the face. The ref tells Kemp to watch the closed fists, and so Kemp shoves the ref into a corner. Kemp hooks Vorex and drops him with a scoop slam. He gets down on his knees and puts Vorex into a rear chinlock. ~
Hood: "James Vorex is way out of shape... Adam Kemp is wearing him down like he's nothing."
Sam: "Yeah, this is a pretty sad showing for "The Killer" so far. Its hard to beleive this guy used to be a superstar here."
Hood: "I think this rear chinlock by Adam Kemp is a good idea... now Vorex is in no sort of position to bite or violate Adam Kemp in any way!"
~ James Vorex struggles up to his feet, but Kemp keeps the chinlock applied. Vorex reaches up around his head and hooks Kemp. He whips Kemp over his head, flipping him over to the mat with a snapmare, but Kemp keeps the hold on and ends up delivering a neckbreaker type move to Vorex due to their momentum. Both men lay motionless on the mat. The ref begins the 10-count. ~
Hood: "Holy crap, did you see that?! James Vorex tried to take Kemp over with a snapmare, but Kemp kept his hold locked in and ended up delivering a move to Vorex at the same time!"
Sam: "Yeah, that high-angle snapmare could have meant the end for Adam Kemp, but he was smart enough to keep his hands locked in and he ended up delivering a move that was something between a jawbreaker and a CanonCutter."
~ Vorex reaches over and places an arm across Kemp's chest.
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~Kemp rolls over to the ropes and uses them for leverage to get to his feet. James Vorex makes it up to his feet too and the two men tie up. The two struggle for a moment, then Vorex pushes Kemp away. They tie up again and again Vorex shoves Adam Kemp away. Adam Kemp goes in for another tie-up and this time he grabs Vorex in a blatant choke hold. Kemp tries for a chokeslam, but Vorex is too heavy. Vorex wraps his arms around Kemp's choking arm and drops down with an armbreaker. Kemp clutches his shoulder in pain and Vorex gets back up to his feet. Vorex picks Kemp up and hooks him in gut-wrench position. ~
Hood: "Uh-oh this doesn't look good for Adam Kemp!"
Sam: "Not at all... what is the Killer going to do? Powerbomb? Piledriver?"
~ Vorex lifts Kemp up and then drops down on one knee. He swings Kemp back down, head-first to deliver a devestating shoulder-breaker! ~
Hood: "Holy shit! A gut-wrench shoulderbreaker! I haven't seen that move used in a long time!"
Sam: "Kemp's shoulder has to be hurting now... this could be the begininning of the end."
~ James signals to the crowd by putting up his index finger as if to say "one more shoulderbreaker". The crowd screams in delight as Vorex positions Kemp's head between his legs once again. Just as Vorex is about to lift him up to the air, Kemp drops down to the ground and nails Vorex right in the junk with a low-blow. Vorex staggers backwards, breathing heavily. Kemp gets up close to him and kicks him in the gut. Vorex doubles over and Kemp swings around backwards, grabbing him around the neck and dropping him with the #1 Stunna! Kemp covers Vorex.
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~Ding Ding Ding! The referree raises the hand of Adam Kemp. Kemp spits on the twitching body of James Vorex before exiting the ring ~
Sam: "Ohh that's not good sportsmanship or good hygeiene either! Spitting on him like that..."
Cobbs: "The winner of this match……..ADAM KEMP!!!!!"
Hood: "Shut up, Sam... you sound like that faggot, Smith. Well, that was a pretty good match, we saw Adam Kemp get the win over James Vorex using his stunner."
Sam: "Yup, a hard fought battle on both sides, but there's no question that James "The Killer" Vorex is at an all-time low point in his OCW career."
Hood: Yea, he is really sucking it up right now!
~The lights in the arena suddenly go out. Vorex leaves the ring, as four blue spotlights zoom in from the four corners of the arena, setting off a shocking pyro display around Kemp in the ring. "Defeat You" by Smash Mouth starts up over the speakers as the ring is left in a blue hue with Kemp watching the entryway and waiting. All of a sudden, the Perfect One, Paul Paras, jumps over the safety rail and and slides into the ring, Kendo stick in hand! Kemp gets wasted from behind with the stick, and then takes a full shot to the head, followed by a thunderous roundhouse kick from Paras, knocking the man out cold. The other members of Heavy Metal run down to the ring, but Paul slips out of the ring and leaves through the cheering crowd unscathed while TGO and Mississippi Mud are in disarray in the ring. The camera cuts backstage where we see Slim Shady arriving in a limo. He steps out, looking like he is ready to kick some ass. He then receives a note that reads “Hey Shady, I’m waiting for your ass!!” Shady then tears the note up into little pieces and walks off looking highly pissed. The cameras then cut back to ringside, to Sam and Hood~
Sam: Damn! Triple P laid out Adam Kemp and then was able to avoid the rest of Heavy Metal!
Hood: Yup, like I said Sam, paybacks are a mother fuckin’ bitch!!!
Sam: Okay, well lets get down to the ring for our next match, as Flamer takes on Arryk Rage in a rematch!
Hood: Yea, I wonder if Rage is gonna puke all over him again, hahaha!
Sam: Gross man!
~ “Mrs. Jackson” by Outcast begins playing and the fans stand and boo loudly as they see Tommy Flamer make his way to the ring area~
Cobbs: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, standing 6’4” and weighing in at 245 lbs…….TOMMY FLAMER!!!!!
~ “King Kill 33” by Marilyn Manson begins playing and the fans stand and slightly cheer as they see Arryk Rage make his way to the ring area~
Cobbs: And his opponent, from Jacksonville, Florida, standing 5’10” and weighing in at 219 lbs…….ARRYK RAGE!!!!!
~The bell rings and both men lock up in the center of the ring. Rage with a kick to the gut of Flamer, Rage then sends Flamer into the ropes, Flamer bounces off, Rage leaps up in the air and nails Flamer with a beautiful dropkick. Flamer falls to the mat and rolls to the outside~
Sam: Great dropkick there by Arryk Rage and look! Tommy Flamer is running scared!
Hood: No you fucking moron! He is just trying to catch his breath!
Sam: Oh…
~Rage watches as Flamer paces on the outside, around the ring. Rage then decides he has waited long enough, he runs and leaps over the top rope, connecting with a cross body, that takes Flamer down hard, on the concrete flooring~
Sam: Wow!! Great move by Arryk Rage! It really caught Tommy Flamer off guard!!
Hood: Sure did, and it took a lot out of Tommy Flamer as well!
~Rage gets to his feet and pulls Flamer to his, he tosses Flamer back into the ring. Flamer is laying on the mat, flat on his back. Rage now goes to the top rope, as Flamer is still laying on the mat. He leaps off and nails a guillotine leg drop on Flamer and goes for the pin, the ref makes the count~
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Sam: So Close!! I thought Arryk Rage had him for a minute!!
Hood: Me too! Damn, that was close!
~Rage gets to his feet and pulls Flamer to his. He tosses Flamer into a corner and gives him a few jabs into the midsection. Rage then tosses Flamer out of the corner and Flamer goes rushing across the ring and slams into the opposite corner. Rage then rushes in for a big splash, but Flamer gets his boot up and nails Rage in the face. Rage falls to the ground~
Sam: Great move there by Flamer to try and get some momentum going in this one!!
Hood: Sure was, this match isn’t so one sided now!
~Flamer slowly walks over to Rage, who is on all fours, catching his breath. Flamer grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Rage though gets a thumb into Flamer’s eye, he goes to whip Flamer into the ropes, but Flamer reverses and drops Rage with a vicious short arm clothesline~
Sam: Short Arm Clothesline from Tommy Flamer! That will definitely take a lot out of you!
Hood: Sure will and it took a lot out of Arryk Rage!
Sam: Sure did!!
~Flamer now begins to stomp away at the body of Rage. He then pulls Rage to his feet and backs him into a corner. Flamer begins to chop away at the chest of Rage, the chops echo throughout the arena. Flamer then stops and lifts Rage up onto the top turnbuckle. Flamer climbs up there with him and hooks him for a superplex. Flamer lifts him up and nails a perfect superplex from off the top rope. Flamer then goes for the pin, the ref makes the count~
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Sam: OH! So close! I thought Tommy Flamer had the win for sure!
Hood: Same here, but somehow, some way, Arryk Rage is able to kick out!!
~Flamer gets up and gets in the ref’s face, yelling and screaming at him. The ref just shrugs and tries to ignore Flamer, but Flamer gets more upset. He shoves the ref and the ref nearly falls out of the ring. Meanwhile, Rage is on one knee and sees Flamer, with his back turned to him, yelling at the ref. Rage then rolls Flamer up for a pin and the ref makes the count~
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Sam: Damn! Arryk Rage nearly got Tommy Flamer with a roll up!
Hood: Well, that is what you get when you mess with officials!
Sam: True!
~Flamer quickly gets to his feet, as Rage slowly gets to his. Flamer waits for Rage to get up, Rage does and Flamer goes for a clothesline, but Rage ducks. Rage then turns Flamer around, leaps up, hooks his legs and delivers a huricanrana to Flamer~
Sam: Tremendous Huricanrana there by Arryk Rage!! Tommy Flamer is no doubt seeing stars!
Hood: For sure! Man, that move has to hurt!
~Rage now gets to his feet and goes to climb the top rope. He gets to the top and sets Flamer up. He leaps off with a Swanton Bomb, but Flamer rolls out of the way, and Rage lands on the mat hard~
Sam: Arryk Rage just missed with the Swanton Bomb!! Things aren’t looking good for him right now!
Hood: They definitely are not!!
~Flamer and Rage make it to their feet at the same time. Flamer grabs Rage and whips him into the ropes, Rage bounces off and Flamer drops him with a DDT. Flamer then grabs a can of gasoline from his corner and covers himself with it. He then lights a match and he is suddenly on fire. Flamer then climbs to the top rope, leaps off and nails Rage with a Swanton Bomb of his own. Flamer goes for the pin and the ref makes the count~
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~The bell rings and the ref tries to raise the hand of Flamer, but can’t cause he is on fire~
Cobbs: Here is your winner…….TOMMY FLAMER!!!!!
~Flamer grabs a fire extinguisher and puts himself out. He then is about to leave when suddenly all the lights go out. The titantron comes on and we see a countdown. Flamer looks up, wondering what in the hell is going on. The countdown ends and an explosion erupts and we see Adam Kemp walking to the ringside with a computer in his arms. He gets to the ring and Flamer has his hands up, wondering what Kemp is doing. Kemp has a smile on his face and then out of nowhere, nails Flamer in the head with the computer, busting him wide open~
Sam: It is Kemp2k!!! Adam Kemp is Kemp2k once again!!
Hood: And he just ruined the little celebration that Tommy Flamer was having…ouch!
~Kemp leaves the ring with a busted open Flamer and a shattered computer. The crew quickly cleans up the ring and gets Flamer out of there when suddenly the lights fade to a dim red. A howling air-raid siren peirces the dull rumble of the crowd. Suddenly flames shoot up from the entrance and "Everything Sucks" by Dope begins to blast over the noise of the crowd and the siren. The lights turn to bright red and begin flashing. Scott Syren appears at the entrance and begins his walk down to the ring with his Hardcore Title around his waist. He climbs in between the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring as the lights go back to normal. Scott is handed a mic by Cobbs~
Scott: "Ahhh... life is glorious. I'm the highest rated wrestler in OCW, JFC is on top of the world, and I'm the coolest muthaf[edited for TV] around. Now I know you probably expect me to start talking about Heavy Metal again, but tonight I have a slightly different subject to talk about. By now you should all realize how shitty Heavy Metal really is anyway, without me having to tell you. Tonight I'm here to address a wrestler who's actually worth my time, and actually worth your time to hear me talk about. If you haven't guessed by now, I'm talking about Cash Money. Over the last few weeks, this guy has been pulling a lot of reeeaaaal funny sneak-attacks on me backstage. I dunno whats up with it, maybe he's mad he never could beat me, maybe he's just cool like that, or maybe he's just got a blood fetish, but I do know one thing. I know that Scott Syren is getting damn sick and tired of this cat and mouse game of tag BULLSHIT thats going on between us..."
~Suddenly the OCW-tron flashes a green $ sign and Syren stops talking and looks up. Cash Money is seen sitting in a recliner in what appears to be a cozy living room. Cash holds a remote control and has popcorn in his lap. He looks up towards the camera and begins to speak.~
Cash: Well hello there Scott, I'm sorry but I just had to interupt. You see I had to intervene as a result of the shocking fact that you actually addressed me for once. I mean every week I see you come out and talk about your JFC this, your Heavy Metal this, while all the time you are forgetting about the man that poses as big a threat to Scott Syren right now than tight white pants are to Jennifer Lopez. You see Scott unlike your childish-like manager, I am all money, all the time and I think you better switch your focus or else you're gonna be in for a big surprise at the PPV.
~Cash puts the popcorn aside and gets up from his recliner~
Cash: Now onto the current issue of pissing the hell out of you. You see Scott I see my plan has worked. You see a couple weeks ago I told you that I was going to do all that I could to annoy the hell out of you and from what you have said here tonight I have done a pretty good job. But you see Scott, much like yourself, I have also gotten annoyed by these actions. These chair shots and powerbombs and tables, they're just not my style. My style is witty, cunning, and down right funny. That is why I would like to introduce you to my trainer for the night.
~Cash turns the TV screen to show the familiar face of McCauley Culkin putting his little hands on his face in shock~
Cash: That's right Scotty boy, its the holidays and its McCauley's time now. So tonight good ol' Cash is home alone, and that means trouble for you Scott. But where am I? Is this my house? Is this a nearby house that I bought an hour ago? Or is this just a fake back drop that I have planted in my locker room? Where could I be Scott? Where could I be? The only question you should have, is where the scorching door knob is, or where the flying paint cans are? Be afraid, be very afraid Scott
~Cash lets out an evil laugh as Syren puts the mic to his lips. Scott frowns and shakes his head. His attempt at looking pissed soon gives way to a sideways smile however. He looks up at the OCW-Tron and sighs~
Scott: "Cash, Cash, Cash... sometimes I wonder if maybe you just don't get it... Throwing you into a rack of metal poles, that was fun. Ducking and letting you get demolished with a chair, that was a riot. Getting beat up by you backstage over and over again, man, its all good, I get back up and I keep going. But I'm not having fun anymore, Cash. It used to be a matter of "oh that crazy Cash Money... how will he punk my ass this week?" but its not any more. Its getting old fast, Cash. Just like a trendy phrase or an overplayed song, its not amusing me anymore. Theres so many things in this life that go from hilarious to downright sickening, and your attempts to beat me definantly falls in that category. I know you don't care about it, Cash... I know you just want to piss me off because you think its funny, well hell man, you're doing good at that. I can't blame you man, I know I'd think it was funny if the tables were turned... but at Frost Bite, Cash Money, I'm going to give you a lesson in comical etiquette. The first time I break a kendo stick across your face, you might laugh and say 'damn, thats gotta be good TV,' but by the end of the night, after your eyes are swollen shut and you can't move your neck, it ain't gonna be so funny any more. You may be a pretty funny guy, but I say your best joke yet was the effort you put up against me in our first two matches. Even Scott Syren can only take so much dickin' around, man. That's why Frost Bite is going to be your last chance to prove you're on the same level as me. Come to fight, Money. You wanna train for me? Take out Home Alone and put in a friggin' war movie, because swinging a can of paint off the ropes at me when I'm coming up the ring steps isn't going to get it done. Don't you know that in real life the assholes always win and the cute funny kids get their asses beat..."
~Cash takes in Syren's comment and shakes his head~
Cash: "Scott, I don't think you understand. Do you think I am going to be playing my little Home Alone games at the PPV? Why would I play that foolish game in an actual match? Well...I probably will. But the point is, I am ready to have some fun tonight. So Scott if you're not having much fun, I'm sure you'll have even less fun tonight when you try to navigate through my maze of vintage Culkin tricks. So I have one more question for you Syren, have you had enough or are you thirsty for more? (Chuckles) Damn that was bad. You have no way out Syren, there are traps all around the ring, so just face up to it and come after me. Its the third door on the right."
~Syren puts the mic down and looks around him suspiciously as Cash looks on from the big screen. Syren then gets out of the ring and goes to hop over the guard rail to leave through the crowd. As he leaps over the guard rail, it gives way and he falls flat on his ass. Some fans snicker and Cash lets out a big laugh. Syren gets up, brushes himself off and storms to the back. The camera then cuts backstage where we see Slim Shady looking around for Jessie Fitzgerald~
Slim Shady: Hey Fish! Where are you! I know you wrote this note, so where the f*ck are you!! Come out you coward!!
~Meanwhile, in Prez Dean’s office~
Prez Dean: Well Cheasy, it looks like Cash and Syren want to get it on one more time, so why not, hell I love watching those two beat the hell out of each other! It is Syren vs. Money part three at Frost Bite, for the Hardcore Title! Should be fun to watch!
Cheasy: Yes it should!!!
Prez Dean: Oh by the way, how is the condition on Flamer?
Cheasy: Just some cuts on his forehead and some loss of blood, nothing serious.
Prez Dean: Damn! I was hoping that asshole got sent to the hospital, oh well.
Cheasy: Yeah, that was hilarious, Asshole vs. Computer nerd, hehe!!
Prez Dean: Yea it was, haha
~They laugh as the camera goes back to ringside, where Sam and Hood are getting set for the next match up~
Sam: Damn, the return of Kemp2k! And, Scott Syren vs. Cash Money at Frost Bite!!!
Hood: Yea, that was very uncool what Cash Money did to Syren, beat his ass Scott!!!
Sam: Hey, we are supposed to not favor anyone!
Hood: Oh, will you shut the fuck up!!
Sam: Ahh!!! Next match!!
~ “Illusions” by Cypress Hill begins playing and the fans stand and watch as Enigma makes his way down to the ring~
Cobbs: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first, from parts unknown, standing 5’8” and weighing in at 215 lbs……ENIGMA!!!!!
~ “Totalimmortal” by The Offspring begins playing and out walks Dex Holland, he makes his way to the ring~
Cobbs: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, standing 6’1” and weighing in at 221 lbs…….DEX HOLLAND!!!!!
~The bell rings and both men stare each other down in the middle of the ring. Holland goes for a punch, but it is blocked by Enigma, Enigma then starts to punch away at Holland. Holland is stumbling back. Enigma then stops punching, hooks his arms around the waist of Holland, lifts him up and drops him with a belly to belly suplex~
Sam: Fast start to this one, as Enigma drops Dex Holland with a belly to belly suplex!!
Hood: Sure is!! Great move by the Enigma!!
~Enigma gets back to his feet and pulls Holland to his, but as he is, Holland nails Enigma with a low blow, which the ref didn’t see. Enigma bends over in pain. Holland then stands up, puts Enigma’s head between his legs, lifts him up and drops him with a piledriver, Holland then goes for a pin~
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Sam: Damn! Dex Holland nearly got the win on Enigma with that piledriver!!
Hood: Sure did! That damn near broke the neck of Enigma!!
~Holland gets back to his feet and pulls Enigma to his. Holland whips him into the ropes, puts his head down and goes for a back body drop. He lifts Enigma in the air, but Enigma flips in the air and lands on his feet. Holland turns around, but gets caught with a spinning heel kick to the face. Enigma then pulls Holland to his feet and tosses him out of the ring~
Sam: Wow! Great athleticism shown there by Enigma!!
Hood: Sure was! Damn, that was amazing!
~Enigma now goes to the outside along with Holland, who is laying on the ground. Enigma pulls a table out from under the ring and sets it up. He then pulls Holland to his feet and lays him on top of the table. Enigma then gets on the ring apron and climbs to the top rope. He stands up and then leaps off, nailing a shooting star press on Holland~
Sam: Oh My Goodness!! That may have ended the career of Dex Holland!!
Hood: Holy Shit!!!!
~The ref checks to see if Holland is okay, but Enigma shoves the ref out of the way. Enigma then grabs the body of Holland and rolls it into the ring. He then gets in the ring, picks up the body and places it on the top turnbuckle. Enigma climbs up there with Holland. Enigma then picks him up and leaps off the top rope, nailing the Enigma driver. He then pins Holland and the ref makes the count~
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~The bell rings and the ref raises the hand of Enigma as the winner~
Cobbs: Here is your winner……ENIGMA!!!!!
Sam: Enigma nearly killed the young Holland!!
Hood: He may have! Holland is not even moving!!
~The paramedics come down to the ring and put Holland on a stretcher and carry him off. Enigma is in the ring, getting ready to leave when all of a sudden someone comes out from the crowd and gets into the ring, it is AJ Cash!! He begins to attack Enigma with lefts and rights. Enigma fires back, the officials try and break it up and they do. A camera then cuts backstage where we see Syren standing outside of Money’s locker room, waiting for him. He has a smile on his face like he has Money right where he wants him. Suddenly, a ceiling tile falls from the ceiling, spraying dust all over Syren, pissing him off. Syren then walks. Syren then gets pissed and kicks open the locker room door of Money. When he walks in, he walks right into glue wrap, and trips a string that sets off a fan that blows feathers onto him. Syren then stands there looking silly. Then outside the locker room, Money pulls up in a golf cart, laughing at Syren. Syren then chases Money through the hall way. The camera then cuts back to Dean-o’s office~
Cheasy: You see what Cash Money just did to Syren, that is classic!!!
Prez Dean: Yea, that was pretty funny, hehe
~Suddenly Enigma bursts in looking pissed, he speaks~
Enigma: Well Dean-o! What are you gonna do about that attack on me!
Prez Dean: Uhh, watch it again, so I can laugh my ass off…again!
Enigma: Well, how about you stop laughing that old, out of shape ass of yours off and how about you put me and AJ Cash in a lightweight Title match at Frost bite!!!
Prez Dean: Allright….
~Arryk Rage bursts in with a worried look on his face~
Arryk Rage: Now hold up!! You brought me to OCW for one thing and one thing only! And that is to build the LightWeight division, so put me in that match so Enigma can have a real fight!!
Prez Dean: Well Arryk, since it is Christmas and I am in a giving mood…..
~Brian Hanes then runs in~
Prez Dean: Damn Cheasy? How do these guys hear all of this?!
Brian Hanes: Look Dean, I know I suck and all, but I would love to be in this match!! So I can say I was at a PPV….PLEASE!!!!!
Prez Dean: Damn, I am a softie, okay, tell you what…..(pause)…anyone else gonna burst in? Okay, good, tell you what! All four of you guys, I am visioning a fatal four way, no DQ match at Frost Bite for the LightWeight Title! So, get out of my office, so I can watch Enigma get attacked again, haha!!
~They walk out as Enigma gives Dean a evil glare. Cheasy shuts the door behind them. Backstage, we see Percy Ellis walking out of the Mississippi Mud dressing room, toward Prez Dean's office, apparently going to get something straight w/ Prez Dean after Triple P's actions. As he is walking, a side door suddenly opens, and a worker steps out in front of Ellis, pulling a large cart full of boxes. Percy looks peeved as he waits for the worker to take the cart into the room across the hall, but as soon as the cart passes by, out of nowhere appears Triple P! Before Ellis can react, Paul cracks him over the head with the Kendo stick, nearly knocking him out cold with one shot. Paul picks him back up and puts the stick across Percy's neck. He then grabs his head and arm and drops him backwards with the Parasyte reverse russian legsweep, driving the man's neck right onto the bamboo stick! As the worker has been watching, Paul tosses Percy's body onto the cart, and tells the man to go on his way. Paras walks back down the hall as Ellis is carted off, unconscious. The camera cuts to ringside~
Sam: Oh My Goodness Hood!! A fatal four way, no DQ! Percy Ellis has been taken out, Scott Syren is looking like a fool and we are only half way done!!!
Hood: Wow!!! I sure hope the ratings for tonight are better than on Monday!
Sam: How could they not be?
Hood: True, true!
Sam: Ok, lets get into Television title mode as Titan 3 takes on Dilon Draven, the battle of unbeatens!!!
~ “Aenema” by Tool begins playing and the fans stand and watch as Titan 3 makes his way down to the ring area~
Cobbs: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is a semi final match in the Television Title tournament!!! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, standing 6’6” and weighing in at 290 lbs…….TITAN 3!!!!!
~ “Torn” by Metallica starts up and the fans stand and watch as Dilon Draven makes his way to the ring as well~
Cobbs: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, standing 6’5” and weighing in at 265 lbs……..DILON DRAVEN!!!!!
~The bell rings and the match starts. Both men begin to exchange blows in the center of the ring. T3 begins to get the advantage over Draven, as Draven is falling back and throwing less punches. Draven though, gets a quick thumb into the eye of T3 and T3 backs off. Draven then grabs T3 and whips him into the ropes, T3 bounces off and Draven goes for a clothesline, T3 ducks, bounces off the other set of ropes, and Draven catches him on his shoulders and drops him with a Samoan Drop~
Sam: Great move there by Dilon Draven, as he has Titan 3 on the ground!
Hood: Sure was, that is what you gotta do, get Titan 3 on the ground and keep him there!!
~Draven now stomps away on T3 and T3 tries to make it back to his feet. T3 eventually does however, but Draven gets him in a front face lock. He locks it in good, applying pressure to the head and neck of T3. T3 though, uses his strength, lifts Draven up and drops him with an inverted atomic drop~
Sam: Tremendous move there by Titan 3 to get out of that front face lock!!
Hood: Sure was! Dilon Draven wasn’t expecting that at all!!
~T3 now grabs the legs of Draven and hooks them under his arms. He leans back and this slingshots Draven over the top rope and he goes flying head first into the guard rail, the crowd cheers wildly after seeing this move~
Sam: Oh Man!!! Dilon Draven was catapulted out of the ring and into that guard rail! That must have hurt!!
Hood: Sure did! Draven’s chances at being Television Champion have greatly decreased after that move!!
Sam: Agreed!!
~T3 gets out of the ring and heads to the outside, where he sees Draven, laying face first on the concrete floor. T3 picks him up by his hair and tosses him into the ring post, Draven rams head first into the ring post. Somehow, Draven does not fall down and turns around, leaning up against the ring post, but clearly out of it. He is wobbling, T3 then charges at him and just as T3 goes to nail him, Draven falls to the ground and T3 rams shoulder first into the steel ring post, both men are now down and in pain~
Sam: Bad timing by Titan 3 there!
Hood: Hell yea it was! Show some patience man! Geez!!!
~T3 slowly makes it to his feet, but grabbing his shoulder in pain. He pulls Draven to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. T3 then begins to climb to the top rope. Draven is at his feet in the ring, but wobbling around like he is drunk. T3 gets to the top and then jumps off with a double axe handle attempt. Draven sees him and punches him in the gut, T3 falls to the ground, holding his stomach in pain~
Sam: Titan 3 with a high risk maneuver there that just didn’t pay off!
Hood: Sure didn’t, and now his ass is laying on the mat in pain!!
~Draven now gets to his feet and kicks T3 a couple of times, T3 is now laying on his back on the mat. Draven then climbs to the top rope and looks down at T3, he leaps off and nails T3 with a beautiful flying headbutt, Draven then goes for the pin and the ref makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Sam: Oh!!! So close!!
Hood: Sure was, Titan 3 barely go out of that one!!
~Draven argues with the ref, but the ref just shrugs. Draven then pulls T3 back to his feet and kicks him in the gut. He sets him up for a powerbomb, but it is blocked by T3. T3 then lifts Draven up in the air, holding onto his legs and then snaps him back to the ground with a vicious spine buster~
Sam: Ouch! Talk about some serious whip lash!!
Hood: Damn straight! That impact was incredible!!
~T3 now gets to his feet, but so does Draven, they begin to exchange blows. Draven begins to get the better of T3, he goes for a clothesline, but T3 ducks, T3 then grabs him and lifts him up in the air, T3 then drops him with an inverted crucifix powerbomb, he goes for the pin~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings and the ref raises the hand of Titan 3~
Cobbs: Here is your winner……TITAN 3!!!!!
Sam: And Titan 3 is going to Frost Bite! Great match up!!
Hood: Sure was, Dilon Draven gave Titan 3 the best fight of his OCW career thus far, great match!
Sam: Agreed!!!
~The camera cuts backstage again, "Stonewall" Jackson steps out of the MM locker room, looking for his partner, who still hasn't returned. Jackson heads down the hall, and goes to get the match signed himself. At the end of the long hall, he finds the door with a nameplate reading "OCW Management", and opens it up. Inside, though, he finds anything but Prez Dean- a face full of chili powder, courtesy of Triple P! With Stonewall reeling, Paul nails him in the back of the head with the Kendo stick, and then grabs his head from behind, driving him down on the hard concrete floor with the Minnesota Slice! Paul smiles and leaves the room with Stonewall out cold. He takes the nameplate off the door, to reveal "Catering" and tosses the fake nameplate behind him as he walks, perfectly landing it into a nearby garbage can. The camera then cuts to another part of the locker room area where we see Slim Shady opening his locker room door~
Slim Shady: Fuckin Pussy!! Sends me a note and doesn’t even bother to show up! Gutless wonder, no good son of a…..
~As Shady opens his locker room door and turns on the lights, we see a masked man standing in the middle of his locker room. Shady looks up and is caught by total surprise. The masked man then nails Shady with a devastating superkick, that knocks Shady out cold. The masked man then gets in Shady’s face and begins to laugh and taunt Shady, the camera cuts back to Sam and Hood~
Sam: Who was that?
Hood: How stupid are you Sam? That was The Fish! Don’t you know he and Shady hate each other!!
Sam: Yea, but I have never seen The Fish perform a superkick like that before!!
Hood: You fuckin idiot! Wrestlers are capable of learning new moves, geez!
Sam: Okay fine, lets get to the ring for The Great One taking on Shadow Stalker!!
~ “The Great One’s Theme” begins playing as The Great One makes his way down to the ring area~
Cobbs: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is our final semi final match up in the Television Title Tournament, and it is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first, from Death Valley, standing 7’0” tall and weighing in at 321 lbs……..THE GREAT ONE!!!!!
~ “Problem Child” by AC/DC begins playing and the fans stand and watch as they see Shadow Stalker make his way to the ring area~
Cobbs: And his opponent, from Fribourg, Switzerland, standing 6’6” and weighing in at 268 lbs……SHADOW STALKER!!!!!
~The bell rings and the match gets under way. Stalker and TGO begin exchanging blows in the middle of the ring. TGO is backed into the ropes, as Stalker is punching away at him, TGO though, fights off Stalker, and grabs him by the throat and tosses him over the top rope and too the outside, Stalker hits hard~
Sam: The size of The Great One really came into play there, he handled Shadow Stalker like he were a kid!!
Hood: Sure did, that was funny looking!!
~TGO now makes his way to the outside, but Stalker meets him out there. Stalker clotheslines TGO and TGO falls to the ground. Stalker then begins to stomp away on the body of TGO, as he is laying on the ground. The ref then breaks it up and Stalker gets back in the ring. TGO slowly gets up and rolls into the ring, as he enters the ring, he is met by more stiff kicks to the body~
Sam: What is Shadow Stalker’s plan?
Hood: He is going to kick him to death!!
~Stalker now grabs TGO and pulls him to his feet. He whips TGO into the ropes, TGO bounces off and Stalker leaps up and nails TGO with a drop kick, TGO falls to the mat, and Stalker goes for a quick pin~
1!
Kick Out!!
Sam: Not even close!
Hood: Yup, The Great One is far from being ready to be pinned for the three count!!
~Stalker gets to his feet and pulls TGO to his, he backs TGO into a corner and begins to chop away at the chest of TGO. TGO screams in pain. Stalker then goes to whip TGO out of the corner, but TGO reverses and Stalker goes flying into the opposite corner. TGO then rushes in there and nails Stalker with a big splash. Stalker wobbles out and TGO punches him, but Stalker punches back and a brawl has broken out, Shadow Stalker though, gets a thumb into the eyes of TGO, and TGO is blinded, Stalker then hooks him and delivers an inverted brain buster and as TGO is on his way down, his leg hits the ref, knocking him down. Suddenly, Triple P makes his way down to the ring. He gets on the ring apron and Stalker sees him, Stalker approaches Triple P, but he is cracked in the face with a Paras Kendo stick shot from the ring apron. Paul gets in the ring and waits for Shadow Stalker to get up, then grabs him from behind and puts him up for a torture rack, then drives him down with a reverse DVD, the Vegas Bomb! TGO then comes to and starts calling for Heavy Metal to attack, but they have all been taken care of by Triple P earlier in the night! TGO turns around, exhausted after his match, and takes a swing at Paras, but Paul grabs his hand and drives him back with the Parasyte! The fans go wild as Paul grabs a mic.~
Paras- Great One, you seem to enjoy all that over-exposure you always get. Well how do you like it now that you've been over-exposed to the Perfect One's perfect payback? As for Ignoramus Ellis and Jabronic Jackson, if they want their shot at PM's gold, they can have it...that is, if they are medically cleared to get their ignorant @$$es kicked by the time Frost Bite rolls around! Heavy Metal, you, my friends, have just been Perfectly Pulverized by the true champion in the OCW- the Perfect Champion, Triple P, Perfect Paul Paras!
~Paul drops the mic and leaves through the wildy cheering crowd as TGO and Shadow Stalker lay out cold in the ring~
Sam: Triple P has laid everyone out!!!
Hood: He sure has!! What is gonna happen now!!!
~The ref finally comes to and so does Stalker and TGO. Stalker rushes towards TGO, but TGO kicks him in the gut. TGO now lifts him up for a powerbomb, but as Stalker gets in the air, he begins to punch away at the head of TGO, TGO then drops Stalker and Stalker kicks TGO in the gut and drops him with an implant DDT~
Sam: Tremendous DDT there by Shadow Stalker!!
Hood: Sure was, damn that was awesome!!
~Stalker now pulls TGO to his feet and hooks him for a suplex, but TGO blocks it, TGO then reverses and goes for a suplex, but Stalker blocks it, Stalker then applies a front face lock to TGO. Stalker then lifts TGO up and drops him with an inverted brain buster. Stalker goes for the pin and the ref makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings and the ref raises the hand of Shadow Stalker~
Cobbs: Here is your winner……SHADOW STALKER!!!!!
Sam: Shadow Stalker beats the undefeated The Great One!! And he will go to the Pay Per View to face Titan 3 for the Television Title!!!
Hood: Unbelievable Television Title tournament we have seen thus far, and it is only going to get better!!
Sam: Sure thing!
~The scene shifts to the parking lot where Scott is looking around for Money. We then see that Money is hiding behind a car with a BB Gun in hand. Scott then hears Money laughing and sneaks up behind him. Scott grabs the gun from Money and Money quickly backs away~
Cash: Well looks like you caught me Scotty, I give up. Oh yeah, I forgot about plan B.
~Two masked men then come up from behind and start to beat on Scott. Cash is laughing as he watches this. Scott though begins fighting back. He kicks one masked man in the groin, causing him to go down. Scott then overpowers the other, lifts him up over his head and throws him through the windshield of the car they are fighting by. Scott then grabs the other one, lifts him up and powerbombs him on the concrete outside, knocking him out cold. Money then has a horrified look on his face. Scott then picks up the BB gun and points it at Money, Money speaks~
Cash: All in good fun Scott…right?
Scott Syren: Of course you son of a bitch!
~Scott then shoots Money in the leg, Money screams out and begins to run away as Scott keeps shooting. You hear an occasional yell from Money when Scott connects. Money then is able to get away and Scott tosses the gun aside and heads back in the building. The camera cuts back to Sam and Hood~
Hood: Ahahahahaha!!!! Scott showed that punk Cash Money!!
Sam: Looks like he did! Well Hood, can you say Main Event? Cause that is what is next!!!
*'"Last Resort" by Papa Roach" hits the PA system as Triple M walk`s out onto the stage.
Cobbs:Now coming to the ring TRIPLE M,he is 6'2", and weigh`s in at 275,is from Minneapolis Minnesota !!!!
Hood:Look at Triple M he is a great athlete in the OCW!
Sam:I can`t wait to watch this match up.
*"Jessie's Theme" hit`s the PA system as Jesse Fitzgerald walks to the ring.
Cobbs:Now on his way to the ring our US champion ,weighing in at 255 lbs,and stands at 6'5",and his home town is Flowery Branch Georgia ,Jessie "The Fish"Fitzgerald.
Sam:I believe Triple M is gonna get his ass beaten by our US Champion.
Hood:Here we go!
*Jessie hit`s the ropes and runs at Triple M,they tie up.Triple M get`s the Sleeper hold on Jessie and he has it on tight.Finally he break`s the hold and Jessie jump`s out of the ring and grabs a chair.He slide`s back in and Triple M take`s it back from him.He throw`s the chair out of the ring and Jessie looking upset drop kick`s him in the face.Triple M fall`s to the mat and Jessie takes advantage.He climb`s to the top turnbuckle,and he tries to pull off a frog splash.In the last second Triple M moves out of the way and Jessie lands on his stomach.*
Sam:Did you see that Frog Splash!
Hood:You must have not seen it as well as I did.
Sam:Why is that?
Hood:He Missed!Now back to the action.
*Triple M get`s up and start`s to stomp the hell out of Jessie and he just lie`s there.He pick`s up jessie and throw`s him into the turnbuckle and get`s up over him and hit`s him in the forehead 12 times.Jessie lowblow`s Triple M and they both are now on the mat,and Jessie roll`s over on him and applies THE BAITED HOOK!Triple M cries in pain and Jessie just applies more pressure than he had before. Triple M grabs the rope and the ref break`s the hold on the spot.Jessie finally break`s it,then he gives Triple M a leg drop.He roll`s out of the ring and jerk`s Jessie out and onto the floor.*
Hood:That was close he almost lost the match when Jessie got his Baited Hook on.
Sam:Yeah they both came to fight.
*Both back in the Jessie has a chair and swings it at Triple M but he duck`s and he hit`s the ref!The ref goes down and while Triple M tends to the ref,Jessie grabs Triple M and throw`s him into the turnbuckle and goes for a splash and connects he stands back.Then triple M turns around and Jessie is greeted with Simply Marvelous and he falls.He pins Jessie the ref is up and counts 1....2.....3..
Hood:He did it!
Cobbs:Your winner Triple M!!!
*"Mrs. Jackson by OutKast" blasts over the PA system andTriple M smile turns to a grim frown.Flamer comes out running and slides in thering.Him and Triple M begin fighting and Flamer kick`s him in the gut and hegets the Bloody Tears DDT.Flamer after leveling him pick`s up a mic and start`s to speak.*
Flamer:See triple M if you don`t come to Flamer he comes to you.I told you that if you didn`t pay any attention to me I would make you and,that`s exactly what i have done.Oh and Triple M another thing.Merry Christmas!
*"Mrs. Jackson by outkast" blasts over the PA system and Flamer leaves Triple M and smiles to all the boo`s he get`s. Suddenly “Everything Sucks” by Dope begins playing and Silverfreek walks out with a chair in hand. Flamer is walking up the ramp and doesn’t see Freek, he is too happy over what he has just done. He walks right into Freek before he notices him. Freek then nails Flamer with the chair, reopening his cuts. Freek then grabs a mic and speaks~
Silverfreek: Damn you Flamer!!! Beating up Triple M at the end of War is my job!!! Not yours!! Damn you!! Ah well, beating you up is cool too! That is it tonight, see you guys at Massacre!!
~The show ends~