Live! December 16th, 2001!
~ The screen takes a moment to fade in, going to blackness after the PPV Ordering screen disappears. When it does, though, it hits with the power of a blizzard, as “Bullets” by Creed begins to play. The screen shifts, as snow does when pushed by strong winds. As the effect increases, images begin to appear on the screen. There is a shot from the last pay-per-view, with Silverfreak winning a controversial match over his opposition, including the former World Champ, Silver Cyanide. Both men are pictured next to each other, with Cyanide shaking Silverfreak’s hand. A second later, the two men are ‘blown’ off the screen by a compact tornado, tearing the shot to shreds. Only one scrap of the shot remains in the center of the screen: the World Title. It floats for a moment, before it, too, disappears. As large bits of snow fall heavily from the top of the television, President Dean’s voice can be heard, proclaiming the start of a tournament, to decide the new World Champion. The storm worsens, making it difficult to see the images flashing by. We view Shannon Shag-Nasty scoring the victory over Liljungleman. Playboy G takes down Arryk Rage, while Handy Man destroys Titan 3, crushing him through a stretcher with the Handy Drop. Peter Parker, Homeboy, and the Big Bifford are all shown side-by-side, eliminating their favored opposition. Finally, all 6 men appear in the same ‘shot’, each looking confident in their wrestling abilities; each believing that they can win it all. Ice and snow obscure the picture, covering up everything, as the noise of the storm even begins to overtake the rock music. But without warning, it fades, almost as if we’ve entered the eye of this particular storm. A heavy shelf of snow falls off, revealing the words underneath: OCW Frost Bite III. After a few seconds, a glowing-red spot can be seen at the center of the words, as it begins to crack. The ice shatters, annihilating the words, as we go to a shot of the OCW Arena, where fans can be seen screaming their heads off at the excitement of the night. The camera pans over them, highlighting the different signs that the crowd holds up. Some of these include “There’s Only One Demon!”, “Jason Chase, You Suck!” and “I’ll swing with Peter Parker anytime!”. We head towards the announce position, where Smith, Hood, and Jones are waiting.
Jones: Welcome to the third edition of the event that started an unbelievable legacy! It’s time to feel the Frost Bite once again!
Hood: The crowd here is absolutely psyched at the amount of action that’s going to be going down tonight. And can you blame them? This could be one of the most historic nights in OCW history!
Smith: Indeed! We know for a fact that at least three new champions are going to be crowned here tonight! Of course, none of these are more important than the big prize, the OCW World Heavyweight Championship!!!
Jones: Yes, the World Title will soon be going around the waist of a new champion, and whoever wins it will be very deserving! We started out with twelve of the best wrestlers on the planet. Now, after the preliminary round, we’re down to 6 men, each of whom will have to go through two grueling matches in order to come out with the biggest prize in sports entertainment today!
Smith: The most exciting part of that is the fact that any one of them could find their way through, either by luck or by skill. It could be Playboy G, moving up the ranks from the Intercontinental Title division. It could be a hardcore expert like Handy Man, or a man more accustomed to the tag-team arena, Peter “Porn Star” Parker. Hell, it could even be Shannon Shag-Nasty, which would actually be his first gold in the OCW.
Hood: When you look back on the past few weeks, it’s amazing to see who is actually in the semi-finals of this tournament. Think of all the great names that have been involved. Silverfreak. Scorpion. The Great One. Arryk Rage. Lurrr. Andy Murray. But none of these men have made the cut, leaving a wrestler with the chance here tonight to become a legend.
Jones: You’re so right, Hood. But as big as the World Title Tournament is, we can’t let it encompass everything else that is going down in the next few hours. We’ve got the Hardcore Title, left vacant by the retired Scorpion, up in the air, for either the first World Champion, Lurrr, or up-and-comer the Lost Soul, to claim. The Lightweight Title is similarly in limbo, with 6 of the fastest guys around competing in an elimination match for the strap. Demon Knight will have to defend his Television Title against not one, not two, but THREE worthy challengers. With all that and more, it’s going to be a night to remember!
Smith: And with that in mind, what do you say we go to our first match?
Wild Thang & Apocalypse vs. Tiger Sid and Pitbull
Warrick: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to OCW’s presentation of Frost Bite III! *cough* *cough* Sorry, uh, got something in my throat.
Hood: Is it me, or do Warrick’s eyes look a little blurry?
Jones: Leave it to Warrick to start partying a little too early. He’s lucky that Dean’s not around to see this.
Warrick: It is now time for the first bout of the evening. This will be a grudge match between two recently-formed tag-teams. Introducing first, two representatives of one of the strongest-looking stables to come along in some time, the Showstoppers, here are Wild Thang and Apocalypse!
~ The two men make their way out to the loud boos of the crowd, nearly drowning out the Zodiac Mindwarp song “Born To Be Wild”. Both are laughing to each other, apparently from a joke they saw in the back. They head for the ring, neither man moving that seriously. ~
Jones: The Showstoppers have definitely begun to make an impact on the OCW.
Smith: Indeed. They’ve come out of nowhere, really, all of them joining within the last month. But, with Krazy King Mike at the helm, these men are looking like serious threats to any contenders in the OCW.
Warrick: Their opponents, teaming together for the first time as per order of the OCW Committee, here is the tag-team of Tiger Sid and the Pitbull!
~ The two men come out separately, with Pitbull appearing first. He walks down the aisle, with “Five Minutes Alone” by Pantera playing. Although a few members of the crowd boo the heel, he still gets some respect for his battles against the Showstoppers. Without hesitation, Pitbull enters the ring, climbing through the ropes. This proves to be a mistake, as both Wild Thang and Apocalypse immediately begin attacking him, beating him down. Meanwhile, “ “ plays as Tiger Sid comes running out of the back. The fans go nuts as he quickly leaps up on the apron and enters, coming to Pitbull’s aid. The four men begin to brawl, even as the bell sounds, beginning the match. ~
Jones: It didn’t take long for this one to break down!
Hood: After the encounters over the past few weeks that Tiger Sid and Pitbull have had with the Showstoppers, it’s not surprising that this one is not exactly your typical tag-team match!
~ The ref tries to separate the four men, but to no avail. Tiger Sid is going at it toe-to-toe with Apocalypse, while Pitbull is being booted in the corner by Wild Thang. The chaos continues for another minute, before the ref is finally able to convince Tiger Sid and Apocalypse to break it up and go to their respective corners, making Wild Thang and Pitbull the legal men. Wild Thang continues to have control, laying Pitbull in the corner and hammering him with violent chops across the chest. He drags the wrestler out and plants him with a facebuster, then stands, looking at the ref as if to say “Is this it?” He shakes his head and lifts the wounded Pitbull up, shoving him back into the corner, where he tags Apocalypse. The larger man enters, blocking an attempted punch and headbutting the Pitbull, keeping him in the corner. Apocalypse punches Pitbull a few more times, then turns, taunting Tiger Sid, who immediately tries to enter the ring. The ref stops him, while Wild Thang reaches over and chokes Pitbull on the ropes, using the opportunity. ~
Smith: That’s a classic mistake by Tiger Sid, allowing personal insults to goad him into distracting the referee.
Hood: So far, Wild Thang and Apocalpyse are looking like the stronger tag-team. But then, that was expected, seeing as how they’re stablemates and friends, while Tiger Sid and Pitbull have never worked together before tonight. That could prove to be a very tough obstacle to overcome.
~ Tiger Sid by now has gone back to his corner, pointing at the activities happening to his partner. The ref turns to look, but Wild Thang has already released Pitbull and has his back turned, looking towards the crowd with an innocent expression. The ref looks suspicious but, of course, cannot do anything. Pitbull, however, can, pushing off the ground and nailing Wild Thang in the back of the knees, knocking him off the apron and to the ground outside. Pitbull then starts to stand up, but goes back to the mat after a vicious kick to the back by Apocalypse, who follows it up with multiple shots to the spine, getting some retribution for his partner. He tosses Pitbull into a neutral corner with a whip, jostling him, then makes the tag to the recovering Wild Thang, who moves to the opposite side. After a whip from Apocalypse to gain momentum, Wild Thang charges in, leaping into the air with his Wild Splash. Pitbull is flattened against the post, hit with all the kinetic energy Wild Thang had built up. He falls out of the corner, but is caught by Wild Thang, who ddt’s him to the mat and makes the cover. ~
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Hood: Pitbull’s taking a lot of abuse in there, but he’s still got some energy to kick out with.
Smith: Still, the way he’s being worked over in there, he desperately needs to make the tag to his parnter, who is chomping at the bit for his chance to get in there.
~ With Tiger Sid watching and yelling at his partner, Wild Thang hauls Pitbull up and takes him back to his corner, again tagging in Apocalypse. Wild Thang pulls Pitbull’s arms up, allowing Apocalypse to get in a couple of kidney shots. Pitbull again collapses, having taken his share of hits since this fight began. Apocalypse grabs the legs of Pitbull and drops a knee on his thigh, adding to his pain, then gets up, tagging Wild Thang in, who quickly climbs the turnbuckle and comes off with a legdrop across Pitbull’s vulnerable throat. Apocalpyse gets in one more kick on the fallen wrestler before heading back to his corner, as Wild Thang stands. He drags Pitbull up and locks onto his head, looking back at his partner with a smile. He starts to try his finisher, only to be pushed off. Surprised, Wild Thang stumbles, allowing Pitbull to dive forward with an all-out spear, sending both crashing to the ground. This gets the crowd cheering, as Tiger Sid begins stomping his feet and reaching out desperately to his partner, calling to him. ~
Jones: Pitbull’s given himself an opportunity to get out of the meat grinder, but he’s got to move now and tag in the fresh man, or else the punishment will continue.
~ Slowly, Pitbull rolls to his stomach and starts to head for his partner, crawling towards him. Tiger Sid reaches out his big arm…. but can’t make the tag, as Wild Thang grabs the man’s legs and pulls him away. Wild Thang then reaches out with his arm, tagging in his own partner. Apocalypse moves in and drops an elbow onto the sprawled Pitbull’s back, nailing him and stopping any movement towards the ropes. As Wild Thang departs, Apocalypse yanks Pitbull up and sets him up, bringing him down to the cold canvas with the “Vision Thing” maneuver, knocking him cold. Apocalypse then makes the cover, with the referee right there. ~
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~ Before the three count can land, though, Tiger Sid breaks up the attempt, kicking at Apocalypse’s exposed forehead. He kicks him twice before the ref is there, shoving Tiger Sid back. As Apocalypse rolls backward, holding his head, Wild Thang comes into the ring, apparently taking his partner’s place, despite the lack of a tag. He grabs Pitbull’s legs and rolls him up, even as the referee turns back from Tiger Sid. The ref, surprised at the pin attempt, drops for another count. ~
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KICKOUT!!
Smith: I thought the Showstoppers had them there, guys.
Jones: The quick move by Wild Thang nearly worked, but Pitbull had just enough time to rest.
~ Wild Thang, annoyed, gets Pitbull up and takes him back over to the corner, where Pitbull has spent most of this match. Wild Thang pops Pitbull in the jaw to keep him in place, then tags in Apocalypse, who gladly comes in to deal out some more abuse. He grins at the furious Tiger Sid, taunting him with a look, before locking both arms around Pitbull’s throat. The ref immediately calls for the break, counting to five, then using his arms to break the choke. Apocalypse glares at the ref, as if considering taking out the striped man, and you can see the ref taking a deep breath, as if it was going to be his last. But Apocalypse shows his experience, going back instead to his foe. He plants a knee into Pitbull’s ribs, then pulls him out to the center of the ring, setting him up for the A-Bomb. Tiger Sid, seeing it, starts to enter yet again, but is blocked by the official. Apocalypse turns, smiling once more, pointing to Pitbull, then to Sid. But he waits a fraction of a second too long, as Pitbull suddenly delivers a crushing low blow, bending Apocolypse over, followed by the Pitbomb, a version of the Impaler! Apocalypse flops on the ground, even as Pitbull falls forward, having used up the majority of his energy. ~
Jones: What a turnaround! Just when you thought Pitbull was through, he came out of nowhere with that hit! All of the sudden, the books are equal.
Hood: Especially when you remember that Tiger Sid is completely fresh, Jones. He hasn’t been in the ring since that opening brawl!
~ Once again, it’s a race, as Apocalypse, badly stunned, rolls towards his corner, while Pitbull valiantly struggles towards his partner. Tiger Sid is almost literally frothing at the mouth, leaning so far over the ropes that he looks like he’s going to fall over them. Apocalypse makes his tag, bringing in a desperate Wild Thang, but it’s too late, as Pitbull finally makes his first tag of the evening, allowing a hopping-mad Tiger Sid to enter the fray! Wild Thang charges, but Tiger Sid is ready, bringing up a big boot to knock the man onto his back. Apocalypse, seeing what’s going down, also runs in, but he’s nailed by a huge lariat from the powerhouse wrestler, nearly flipping the wrestler upside down from the impact. Wild Thang regains his footing, only to step into a two-handed choke from Tiger Sid, who lifts him into the air by the neck, leaving him there only for a second before cracking him on his back. Sid then turns back to Apocalypse, hammering him with rights and lefts and knocking him out of the ring. ~
Smith: It’s a complete reversal of fortunes for the Showstoppers, who were dominating this match until now! Tiger Sid is on a rampage, and Wild Thang is now the only one left in his path!
Hood: Can Tiger Sid pull out a victory here, after all the abuse his partner has taken?
~ Sid pulls Wild Thang to his feet, wrapping both arms around the man and picking him up off the ground. He throws the man backwards with a fallaway slam, continuing the punishment. Outside the ring, Apocalypse clears his head, then starts to reenter, only to be grabbed from behind by Pitbull, who yanks him back to the ground with enough force so that Apocalypse hits the guardrail. Pitbull then moves in, getting energy from some untapped source, to return some of the hits that he had taken. Meanwhile, in the squared circle, Tiger Sid gets Wild Thang up and drops him with a death-valley-driver, then makes the cover, trying to squeeze out the victory. ~
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KICKOUT!!
Smith: And the battle continues!
Hood: Wild Thang may be a cheat and a heel, but never count out his dedication.
~ Tiger Sid again pulls Wild Thang to his feet, looking extremely confident in himself. He grabs Wild Thang by the head and positions him, signaling for his finisher, the powerbomb. He starts to lock it in on his adversary, but at that precise moment, Pitbull shoves Apocalypse into the ring. Pitbull then follows him in, weary but resilient, flinging punches at the man, who tries to block them. The two men roll on the mat, nearly knocking the ref over, who was busy watching the other two wrestlers. Tiger Sid, distracted, starts to move towards the two foes, only to be grabbed from behind by Wild Thang, who, grabbing the trunks, rolls Tiger Sid onto his back! ~
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Warrick: Here are your winners, the team of Apocalypse and Wild Thang!
Jones: What a quick ending to such a wild match! Just like that, Tiger Sid surprisingly gets rolled up right when it seemed like he was going to get the victory!
Hood: I thought he had this one locked in, too, Jones, but sometimes things don’t work that way.
~ In the ring, Wild Thang bounces on his feet, celebrating, while a stunned Tiger Sid hauls himself up, complaining to the ref about the handful of tights. Getting nothing from the official, he then turns and charges, hitting Wild Thang from behind with an axehandle shot! He starts to punch away at the man, only to be ambushed himself, as Apocalypse clobbers him with an elbow. Pitbull, meanwhile, tries to get up, having been knocked down earlier by Apocalypse. Tiger Sid is double-teamed by the Showstoppers, trying to fight back but having little luck. But help arrives suddenly, in the form of a charging Reaver, who slides into the ring and attacks, taking on Apocalypse. He slugs the man backwards, even as Pitbull returns, grabbing Wild Thang from behind and flipping him out of the ring! Apocalypse soon follows, falling to his back and rolling out, as the three men stand in the ring, looking down at them. ~
Smith: Tiger Sid and Pitbull may have lost the match, guys, but they got a little retribution there thanks to Reaver. Hey, wait a second!
~ As Tiger Sid turns towards his two ‘allies’, looking for a high-five, he’s kicked in the stomach by both, driving him over. Reaver and Pitbull then double-hook him, lifting the big man into the air with a double-team suplex! They slam Tiger Sid into the canvas, then get up, putting the boots to him. Pitbull, in particular, seems intent on delivering some abuse. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Apocalypse and Wild Thang look at each other and laugh for a second, before walking away from the beat-down, shaking their heads. ~
Hood: I don’t get it. Why are Reaver and Pitbull taking out Tiger Sid like this? What happened to the tag-team?
Smith: I don’t know, Hood. Maybe they blame Tiger Sid for the loss, or maybe they just don’t want to be friendly. Either way, Tiger Sid’s having a REALLY bad night.
Jones: We’ve got security pouring into the ring to break this up, so while it’s happening, let’s go to the back, for a word from one of our sponsers this evening, Smokey the Bear!
~The scene fades into the back where several children are seated in a circle. Suddenly a man in a bear costume, with the recognizable face of Smokey the Bear, steps into the circle of children~
Smokey The Bear: Before we get back to this wonderful OCW Pay Per View, I just wanted to let you children know that you can do your part in protecting the enviroment. We just have to band together, and stop forest fires. Because remember, only you can prevent forest fires!
~Suddenly, all the childrens' faces turn from contentment to horror as a massive shadow appears, hovering over Smokey the Bear.~
Smokey The Bear: Can anyone tell me any ways we can work together to protect our forest...and trees?
~The camera pans out to reveal Bifford standing behind Smokey the bear with a very angry look on his face~
Bifford: Can anyone tell me why this bastard Bear is aiding and protecting the enemy?
~Smokey the Bear turns around and suddenly starts to shake in fear. You can almost see his fur standing on end. Bifford grabs Smokey by the shoulders, then by the neck and starts to choke the bear. The children run away and Bifford starts to really squeeze the man in the bear costume's neck hard~
Bifford: Do you find anything funny about helping trees? Do you get some sort of sick kick out of it!?
~Bifford kicks Smokey the Bear in the stomach, sets him up for a piledriver, and jumps into the air delivering The Biff End Piledriver to Smokey The Bear onto the concrete.~
Hood: Oh my God! Bifford's snapped and he's killing Smokey the Bear!
Smith: I just love OCW pay-per-views!
~Bifford picks Smokey the Bear up over his shoulder and starts to carry him away.~
Jones: WHERE IS BIFFORD TAKING THE MAN IN THE BEAR OUTFIT!?
~The scene changes to the entrance to the ringside area, up on top of the ramp as Bifford carries the knocked out bear down towards the ring. Bifford's managers Martin the Chef & Loser-rr, as well as Bifford's wife Martha Stewart follow behind, looking quite scared.~
Hood: I'm scared as to what Bifford is capable of doing! And he still has to fight tonight!
~Bifford reaches the area around the ring, where security has just gotten Reaver, Pitbull and Tiger Sid to the back, and delivers a hard spinebuster to Smokey the Bear onto the mat beside the ring. He then picks Smokey up and tosses his body into the ring. Bifford climbs in with him and starts yelling instructions to his managers and wife, who start to look around under the ring.~
Jones: What the hell is this!? People paid to see wrestling matches, not to watch Bifford kill Smokey the Bear!
~Martin the Chef slides a ladder into the ring. Bifford grabs the ladder and sets it up as Loser-rr and Martha Stewart pull out two tables and two chairs.~
Hood: Oh my god... this is NOT going to help us get any more sponsers for future Pay Per Views!
Smith: What do you mean, Hood? They’re getting extra advertising for free!
~Bifford sets up the ladder in the corner of the ring, and checks to make sure it's secure. Martha Stewart and Loser-rr set up the two tables on top of one another on the floor next to the ring, and then lay the chairs on top of the table.~
Smith: Just a note to companies planning to sponser future Pay Per Views, if you're pro tree, you might want to reconsider!
~Bifford puts Smokey the Bear's KO'd body over his shoulder and starts to climb the ladder, slowly~
Hood: Dear lord, can that ladder hold Bifford's weight, plus the weight of Smokey The Bear?!
~Bifford finally reaches the top of the ladder and balances, standing on top of the whole thing. He stands Smokey the Bear up on the top step of the ladder, and holds him there with one hand. He raises the other hand in triumph towards the audience. The audience goes crazy cheering Bifford~
Smith: These people are...cheering Bifford?
Hood: Apparently they now love Bifford, and hate Smokey the Bear, because I don't see any way how Smokey can get out of this thing in a good way.
~Bifford shoves Smokey's big costume head between his legs, setting him up for The Biff End Piledriver~
Hood: No...no... He's not going to...
Jones: I'm afraid he is, Hood. Bifford is planning on piledriving Smokey the Bear off of the top of a ladder, through two steel chairs and two tables!
Smith: Any Smokey the Bear fans may want to look away, and any people looking to get rich quick may want to go buy some Smokey the Bear merchandise...Because he's about to become Smokey the Corpse.
~Bifford picks Smokey up and jumps off of the ladder. The fans go absolutely nuts as Bifford and the bear are suspended in mid air, traveling downwards towards the stacked chairs outside the ring. They hit the stack of tables and Smokey's head hits the chairs hard. The tables give way and collapse, breaking into literally a million pieces. Bifford and Smokey hit the ground and bounce up. Smokey hits the ground first, and then Bifford lands on top of him~
Hood: OH MY GOD!!!!!!! THIS LOOKS LIKE A TRAIN WRECK!!!
Smith: A train wreck with a 600-lb whale on top of it!!!
~Loser-rr and Martin the Chef help Bifford to his feet, and he starts to stomp on Smokey's non-moving body~
Hood: STOP IT ALREADY! HE'S ALREADY DEAD!
Jones: He's alive, just seriously seriously injured. We need EMTs! Bifford's lost his mind and destroyed some nut in a bear suit!
~EMTs rush down to the ring and take Smokey away in a stretcher as Bifford is helped to the back~
Hood: And Bifford still has to fight tonight!!! Has he ruined his chances to move on, just to eliminate a ‘lover of trees’?
Smith: Well, everyone knows about Bifford’s wars with the trees. He probably considers this a major victory, whether he’s injured himself or not. I’m just impressed that he finally succeeded in a high-flying maneuver. Maybe that’s a good omen for the big man.
Jones: Maybe. But remember, antics like this have cost him before, most recently losing him the US belt to Mark Kelly. Time will tell how much this will take away from the Big Bifford. As the ground crew cleans up the mess, and the medics clean up ol’ Smokey, let’s talk about what happened earlier this week with “The Hispanic Causin Panic” Jake Navaja.
Hood: Well, the word from local law enforcement is that an unknown tipster let it be known about Navaja’s whereabouts to the immigration office. This led to a violent confrontation between the members of Tres Equis and local law enforcement, with the end result that Incognito spent some time in jail, Juvenal suffered a concussion, and Jake Navaja himself has disappeared.
Smith: Personally, I think Navaja managed to make an escape. Maybe his friend Trinity sprung him, and they’re back on the run. But wherever Navaja is right now, you can bet that he’s not going to be here for the Lightweight Title match later on.
Jones: That’s too bad, since a man of Navaja’s reputation had been given a real chance at pulling off the victory and the belt. Now, though, he has to deal with his legal problems first. Well, we’re ready for the next bout, so let’s get to it!
Looks 2 Kill (1-0) vs. Violent Breed (0-2) vs. Suicidal Tendancies (1-0)
Warrick: This next match is scheduled for one fall, with the winning team earning a tag-team title shot against the reigning champions, Sex & Violence. One of those champions is here tonight to officiate this match. Introducing the special referee, “Maniac” Mark Kelly!
~ “Clint Eastwood” by the Gorillaz plays as Kelly comes out, wearing the stripes usually associated with an official. He’s not entirely regulation, however, as he is wearing the United States Heavyweight Title. He enters the ring grandly, ignoring any comments he might hear from the crowd. ~
Hood: No one really knows if Kelly is going to call this match anywhere near down the middle. Will he play favorites?
Smith: Of course he will, Hood. You’ve got to expect the co-owner of the tag-team titles and the holder of the US belt to be looking out for his own best interests. That doesn’t mean, however, that he won’t make a wise choice. From what I hear, Sex & Violence is really starting to look for any sign of competition from their ranks.
Jones: Well, they’re going to see three possible contenders here tonight.
Warrick: Coming down the aisle, here is the first of the three teams competing. Weighing in at a combined 500 pounds, here is “The Machine” Alec BeGrod and Justin “Hurricane” Stromen, Looks 2 Kill!
~ The crowd response is favorable for the two young wrestlers, as they head down the aisle to their theme music, “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit. Alec steps over the ropes, while Justin goes underneath, putting both in the ring. Mark Kelly immediately comes over to them, talking to both wrestlers while quickly running his hands over their gear, checking for foreign objects.~
Jones: After only a short time in the limelight, this is Looks 2 Kill’s chance to really shine.
Hood: They were definitely respected from their days in the now-defunct ICWF, where I know they wrestled some great matches against many tough teams, including their wild feud with Electricity. Now Looks 2 Kill is hoping to get back to the top of the division, this time in the OCW.
Smith: Their path isn’t going to be very easy, though, Hood. It looks to me like Kelly is sending the team back to the dressing room!
~ Kelly is now in the face of BeGrod, gesturing up the aisle. BeGrod can’t believe what he’s hearing, while Stromen, nearby, looks to be in shock. After a few seconds of arguing, Kelly hands BeGrod a piece of paper, pointing to something on the list. BeGrod angrily rips the paper into pieces, but this does not deter Kelly, who again points towards the back. BeGrod looks like he wants to nail Kelly, but Stromen leans over and talks to him, calming him down. With one final heat-filled glare, Looks 2 Kill turns and leaves the ring, heading up the aisle, to the obvious displeasure of the pay-per-view audience. ~
Hood: So what was that all about? Is Looks 2 Kill not actually competing in this bout, or what?
Smith: Ok, I’m getting the official word…. hmmm. It appears to be some sort of contract difficulty, stemming from the fact that only Justin Stromen signed on the dotted line. It’s a rule in the OCW heirarchy that both tag-team partners have to have their John Hancocks on the contracts.
Jones: Yeah, but c’mon, Smith, that’s a rule that is never enforced around here. I mean, how many matches have we had that didn’t even HAVE a contract?
Smith: Nevertheless, Mark Kelly is perfectly within the right to disqualify Looks 2 Kill from the match if he so desires, since it’s not his fault that Alec BeGrod didn’t follow the rules.
Hood: So where do we sit? Is this now just two teams? Or will one of the two remaining forces find themselves in the same boat as Looks 2 Kill?
Warrick: Wow, that’s something I’ve never seen before. I announce ‘em, they go back up. Wild. Let’s see here, next up, we’ve got a tough tag-team who won their debut match just recently. Here are Suicidal Juvenile and Incognito, otherwise known as Suicidal Tendencies!
~ The duo makes their way down towards the ring, a major contrast in sizes between them. Suicidal Juvenal is looking cautiously towards the ring, while Mark Kelly awaits, standing in the ring. They enter, but Kelly barely acknowledges them, moving towards the other side. ~
Jones: For a man who’s been through the ringer recently, Suicidal Juvenal doesn’t look like he’s feeling much pain.
Hood: There are some great pain medicines on the market, Jones. Who knows what Juvenal’s got pumping through his system right now. Of course, it could also just be adrenaline, at the thought of being in your first OCW pay-per-view.
Warrick: Their opponents, weighing in at a combined 560 lbs, here is Draco and Gravedigger, Violent Breed!
~ “Don’t Approach Me” by Xzibit and Eminem leads out Violent Breed, who look surpremely confident in their abilities. They march down to the ring, with pride all over their faces. ~
Hood: This team is extremely happy that they were included in this match at the last minute.
Smith: Yeah, that one came down from above, as the Vice-President opted to insert them into this bout. It’s a good thing the V-P did that, too, or else this match would already be over!
~ As the bell rings, both team discuss amongst themselves which partner will start things off. While Gravedigger takes the place on one side, Juvenal talks to his ally, convincing a reluctant Incognito to go to their corner. The two lightweights then start things off, moving in towards each other and locking up. After a brief struggle, Juvenal goes for a headlock, only to be pushed off into the ropes. Gravedigger then drops to his stomach, letting Juvenal bounce over top of him to the other side. As Juvenal returns, Gravedigger tries a hiptoss, only to have it blocked by his opponent’s fast feet. Juvenal then tries one of his own, only to have Gravedigger land on his feet. He snaps off a quick kick, which Juvenal manages to catch. This leaves him wide open, though, as Gravedigger hops up with an Enziguiri kick to the face, putting Juvenal on his back, holding his head. Gravedigger jumps back to his feet, but Juvenal stays down, dazed. ~
Smith: Good opening shot by Gravedigger. The best place to attack someone with a concussion in the head. You can knock him completely out of this fight, making it nearly a two-on-one advantage.
Hood: It is a definite weakness on the side of Suicidal Tendencies.
~ Gravedigger brings Suicidal Juvenal back up and whips him into the ropes, only to have it reversed. As Gravedigger comes back, Juvenal presses off his feet and lands a nice dropkick, knocking Gravedigger down. The landing, though, once again jars Juvenal, and he has trouble getting up. Incognito looks on, concerned, from the corner, as Juvenal and Gravedigger rise up at about the same time. Juvenal takes a swing at Gravedigger, but finds his shot blocked, as Gravedigger instead snaps him down with an arm-drag takeover. Gravedigger then pushes off and tags his partner in, who hurries to catch the lightweight on the mat. Draco brings Juvenal up and immediately bodyslams him, going for the quick impact. He gets Juvenal up again, then slams him once again, doing a lot of damage in a short amount of time. He then presses the heel of his boot into Juvenal’s throat, choking him for a brief time as the ref counts away. He then releases the hold and brings Juvenal up again, shoving him into the corner and tagging back in Gravedigger, who promptly jumps onto the turnbuckle and comes off with a tornado DDT. Gravedigger then makes the first cover of the match, only to get a one count from Kelly, who, for his part, was in position. ~
Jones: So far, Violent Breed is doing a good job of containing the lightweight, while keeping the big man in the corner.
Smith: Indeed.
~ Gravedigger pulls Suicidal Juvenal up and tries to send him hard into a neutral corner. But at the last second, Juvenal hops onto the ‘buckle, blocking his momentum, then springs backwards with a blind splash. Gravedigger, who was running in after Juvenal, takes the hit full-on, sending both crashing to the mat. Juvenal lands on top, but doesn’t even try for a pin, instead rolling off and shaking his head, trying to clear it. He staggers towards his corner, wisely tagging in his partner while he has the chance. Incognito steps into the ring, but Gravedigger springs away, making a tag of his own. The two large men come face-to-face in the ring, with Mark Kelly nearby, watching closely. Draco raises both arms with a challenge, still staring at Incognito. The wrestler considers his options for a second, then brings his arms up as well, locking fingers with Draco in the classic test of strength. The battle is joined, as both strain against each other. ~
Jones: We’ve gone from two high-flyers to two Goliaths here! Who’s going to come out the stronger wrestler?
Hood: It could go either way, although Draco does have the slight height and weight advantage. But Incognito’s not allowing that to become a factor.
~ Neither man drops to their knees, as both continue their titanic clash together. Mark Kelly moves in, checking on both men, then suddenly, without warning, pushes between them, breaking the test! Incognito and Draco look surprised, as the crowd seems to disapprove of the decision. Kelly then signals for the two men to lock up again, telling them to fight. Incognito starts to protest, only to take a right to the jaw from Draco. After a stunned moment, Incognito turns and looks at Draco, then swings his own punch, smacking Draco hard. Draco stays where he was, unmoving, as he looks back at ‘Nito. The two men then suddenly start throwing punch after punch in sequence, crashing against each other, as Kelly steps back, out of the way. Incognito takes the advantage, moving in and landing several blows to Draco’s cranium. This knocks them both against the ropes, as ‘Nito steps back, then charges forward, clotheslining Draco to the outside. Incognito then follows, climbing through the ropes, even as Kelly moves behind him and starts counting away. ~
Hood: Kelly’s wasting no time in there. He’s already to three and rising!
Smith: Do you get the feeling that Kelly would rather just have this match over with, whoever the winner is? Maybe that’s why he got rid of Looks 2 Kill. Lesser numbers means less chance of someone preventing a pinfall.
~ On the outside, Incognito pulls Draco to his feet, smashing a forearm into his jaw. He then looks towards the ring, realizing how fast the count is going, and tosses Draco back in, rolling in after him to stop the count. He looks over at Kelly for a moment, who simply signals for the two men to continue fighting. Incognito grabs Draco on the way up and drills a knee into his face, then locks a grip around Draco’s throat, apparently going for a chokeslam. But Draco blocks it with a knee to the groin, stopping Incognito in his tracks. Kelly says something to Draco, maybe a brief warning, but Draco doesn’t bother listening, instead wrapping around Incognito’s waist and flipping him over with a release German suplex. As Incognito crashes to the ground, Draco leans over and makes the tag to his partner, who quickly climbs the ropes and comes off with a variation of the frog splash. He lands it perfectly, hitting Incognito hard, and grabs a leg, even as Kelly drops to one knee to count. ~
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Jones: Whew! That was a feverish fast count by “Maniac” Mark Kelly there. Suicidal Tendencies nearly took their first loss!
Smith: Hey, nothing wrong with that, as long as Kelly does it for both teams. I applaud the effort, actually. As much as I like the idea of two young tag-teams going at it, I will admit that there are some matches coming up later that I’m more looking forward to.
Hood: While that may be true, Smith, both teams deserve a chance to compete here. If Kelly costs them that chance, there may yet be repercussions.
~ Gravedigger, during the talking, has brought Incognito up. He kicks the much-larger man a few times, then pulls him arm-first over to the turnbuckle. Gravedigger scales up the post, positioning himself, then starts to leap off. But Incognito suddenly comes alive, twisting and catching Gravedigger by the throat! He holds the lightweight in the air, choking the life out of him, as Kelly watches, not really trying to break it up now. He seems to be admiring the pure strength. He also, though, does not try to prevent Draco from coming in, as he comes to his partner’s aid, hitting Incognito in the back, causing him to drop Gravedigger to the mat. As Incognito turns, Draco tries to wrap him up again. But Juvenal enters the ring, bouncing off the ropes and taking flight, leaping high and scoring a flying forearm into Draco’s head. Draco stumbles back, but Incognito follows, grabbing Draco’s arm and whipping him towards the corner, where Gravedigger is getting to his feet. The impact crushes Gravedigger into the post, even as Draco rebounds, right into a superkick from Juvenal! Draco hits the mat and rolls, falling out of the ring, even as Juvenal strikes a pose. ~
Hood: That devestating kick nearly tore Draco’s head from his shoulders!
Smith: The question is, would it be missed?
~ Mark Kelly continues to watch the double-teaming, as Juvenal and Incognito put the boots to Gravedigger. Both men pull Gravedigger back up, with Incognito locking the smaller man into position. While Juvenal heads for the turnbuckle, ‘Nito puts Gravedigger up and then down with a Crucifix powerbomb, otherwise addressed as the Unknown. Juvenal then lifts both arms, preparing for the second step of the finisher. Before he can dive off with the shooting star press, however, Draco shakes the top rope from the outside, causing Juvenal to lose his balance and fall off, plunging to the outside. He crashes hard to the concrete, even as Incognito punches Draco on the apron, snapping his head back. Juvenal stays on the ground, barely moving, even as Incognito continues to fight the larger man. Gravedigger, meanwhile, slowly pulls himself up, obviously hurting from the big powerbomb. Draco takes another punch from Incognito, then suddenly drops off, holding ‘Nito’s arm and snapping it on the ropes. Incognito clutches his arm to his chest, turning in pain as Gravedigger jumps up, catching the heavyweight by surprise and driving him down with the 6 Ft. Deep! Kelly smirks as Gravedigger makes the cover. ~
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Jones: What the…. why isn’t Kelly counting the three? Violent Breed looked like they had the win!
Hood: Definitely strange, Jones. Kelly was playing things straight down the middle until then.
Smith: Yeah, I could have sworn he just wanted this match over. Now, all of the sudden, he’s prolonging it??
~ Gravedigger gets up, obviously annoyed at the turn of events. He gripes to Kelly, who shrugs and steps back, telling Gravedigger to take care of his own problems. But Gravedigger continues to complain, getting back into Kelly’s face. He finally turns back to the slowly recovering Incognito, shaking his head, when suddenly Kelly grabs him, putting him into the Torture Rack!! The crowd erupts in shock at the maneuver, as Kelly grinds the lightweight on his shoulders. Draco, seeing what’s happening to his partner, rolls into the ring and heads for Kelly, who drops Gravedigger into him. Draco makes the catch, saving his partner a nasty fall, but it leaves him wide open for an assault by Incognito, who rams into both men. Gravedigger falls painfully to the mat, while Draco drops against the ropes, sliding onto his back. Incognito then pulls Gravedigger towards the center of the ring, making the cover, as Kelly falls for the count. ~
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Smith: Once again, he’s not finishing the count! What on earth is going on?
Hood: I don’t know, Smith, unless this is Kelly’s way of wearing out the competition. Remember, the winner of this match gets a title shot next Tuesday on Massacre. The worse off they are, the better for Sex & Violence.
~ Incognito gets up, heading towards Kelly, who takes up a defensive position. He says something to ‘Nito, apparently threatening a DQ, which causes the big man to step back, angrily turning back to his opposition. Draco has taken the opportunity to get back to his feet, though, and he meets up with ‘Nito, landing a devestating head punch. ‘Nito fires back, and once again the two heavyweights engage in a battle of fists. Kelly moves in, enjoying the brawl, but suddenly, in sync, the two wrestlers turn and BOTH deliver a crushing blow to the referee, smashing him onto his back! Kelly’s head thumps on the canvas, painfully, even as the crowd lets loose a solid cheer, liking it when a ref gets it. It doesn’t matter who the ref is. ‘Nito smiles, but then grimaces, as Draco goes back on attack mode, catching Incognito in the gut. He pushes ‘Nito into the ropes, being joined by Gravedigger. Violent Breed, working as a team, shoot ‘Nito across the ring, then try their double-team maneuver, Violently Done. But at the last second, Incognito avoids the assault, instead rebounding again off the other side and coming back with a double-clothesline! ‘Nito then falls to one knee, even as Suicidal Juvenal, coming back out of nowhere, pulls himself onto the turnbuckle. ~
Jones: The lightweight is back in action, and he’s ready to fly high!
Smith: Yeah, but the two guys apparently knocked out the ref, so what does it matter?
~ As Incognito rolls Draco out of the ring, Juvenal hops into the air, sailing with a shooting star press that’s perfectly on target. The impact causes the ring to shake, and sends Gravedigger’s arms and legs flinging into the air. Juvenal pulls himself fully on top of his opposition and grabs a leg, even as Incognito reaches over and drags the semi-conscious Kelly over and grabs his arm, slapping it quickly against the mat. ~
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Warrick: Here are your winners, Suicidal Tendencies!!
Hood: What a way to win! It took a long while to come about, but Incognito and Suicidal Juvenal managed to pull out the win.
Smith: Yeah, well, that cheap shot on “Maniac” Mark Kelly may come back to haunt them when they have to face one of the greatest tag-teams ever created. That’ll be a match to remember, I guarantee it!
Jones: It’ll be a competitive one, no doubt. But for now, Suicidal Tendencies can relax, and take some time to find the third member of Tres Equis, Jake Navaja.
~ The camera shot heads to the backstage area again. We’re now in the better part of the arena, where nice carpeting covers the floor, and the walls as well. The cameraman turns, showing an open doorway nearby. We move forward, into the large room, where a seated figure can be seen, rocking back and forth in his chair. The chair swings towards the camera, allowing us to see that it is the Vice-President, the Accelerator. He’s got a first-aid patch over his right eye, as well as a bandage around his arm. Assorted bruises and scrapes can be seen as well. The V-P is currently talking on the phone, seemingly irritated at the news he’s hearing. ~
The Accelerator: What do you mean, he missed his flight? How can the Commissioner of the OCW miss his flight?? Damnit, I know the guy’s no genius, and I know he’s Dean’s yes-man, but just because we can’t find the President doesn’t mean that the chain of command breaks down! Look, just, tell the guy to get a flight back to the offices, and we’ll talk tommorrow morning. Oh, and tell him to type up a report on the progress of the Presidential search, ok? Fine. Peace.
~ Ace hangs up the phone, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He leans back in the chair again. After a few seconds, a slow smile spreads on his face. ~
The Accelerator: No President. No Commissioner. Damn. This could be a very good night.
~ As Ace contemplates the possibilities, we return to the broadcast table. ~
Jones: Things are looking worse and worse for our President’s well-being, guys.
Hood: Many within the company are very concerned about the whereabouts of President Dean, who has always been the soul behind the OCW. I’ve heard rumors that we’ve even hired private investigators to consult about possible foul play.
Smith: Well, if you need a suspect, you need not look any farther than the Vice-President’s office. That guy, well, he just seems suspicious to me. I’ve heard people say that the Accelerator has always been accustomed to utilizing power, while always being on the lookout for acquiring more.
Jones: Well, we’re about ready to start the semi-finals of the World Title Tournament. Anything can happen during these three bouts, as six men decide their fates in the OCW. Who’s going home with the gold? Let’s find out.
The Big Bifford (11-4-2) vs. Homeboy (11-7-1)
Warrick: This is the first of three matches which will decide who is going to the main event here tonight at Frost Bite III! Introducing first, he’s a former United States Heavyweight Champion, and yes, I mean heavyweight. Here he is, with his wife Martha Stewart and his valet Loser-rr, the Big Bifford!
~ As Bifford’s music plays, the gargantuan man makes his appearance, with his sidekicks in tow. He’s still carrying the ‘head’ of Smokey the Bear, almost like a trophy. Surprisingly, the crowd once again cheers his accomplishment. ~
Smith: Amazingly enough, Bifford’s brutal assault on one of our sponsers really seems to have won over the crowd. I guess people were sick and tired of ol’ Smokey telling us the same message over and over.
Jones: Either that, or Bifford’s war on the trees has earned a few new supporters.
Warrick: His opponent, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 242 lbs, he’s a former Hardcore Champion, here is Homeboy!
~ “One Step Closer” by Linkin Park plays, leading the way out for Homeboy. He walks confidently down the aisle, looking in at his long-time foe with undisguised disgust. ~
Hood: This feud really goes back a good while. It might just be the feud of the year for the OCW.
Smith: These guys really, really dislike each other. How many times have they fought? 4 times now?
Jones: I believe that’s correct, Smith, and right now, Homeboy owns the lead, with 2 wins over Bifford’s one, plus that draw. Will he add a third, or will Bifford tie them up? It’s time for match #5!
~ As the match begins, the Big Bifford swings his huge arms back and forth, preparing for battle. One of his arms looks slightly banged up, after the crash through the bear earlier that night. He suddenly charges towards Homeboy with the speed of a much lighter man. However, Homeboy is ready, dodging to the left even while launching a quick snap-kick into Bifford’s back. Bifford, with the added momentum, crashes into the turnbuckle, stuffing his gut into the pads. He steps back, coughing, and is easy pickings as Homeboy runs forward, springing up and putting both hands on Bifford’s shoulders, using him as a springboard onto the turnbuckle post. Before Bifford can react, Homeboy is in midair again, this time coming down with a missile dropkick into the man’s face. Bifford falls onto his back, an earth-quaking hit, then rolls, leaving the ring even as Homeboy regains his footing and waits. ~
Hood: Pretty good start for Homeboy. You can tell that he knows his opposition.
Smith: He should, they’ve fought often enough. The guys in the Committee must really like to see the David-vs-Goliath matches, because they seem to be booking them all the time.
~ Martha checks on her heavy hubby, making sure he’s ok, while Loser-rr watches the ring. Inside, Homeboy waits patiently, barely breathing hard. After a few seconds, the ref moves over, shouting the count towards Bifford, who reacts, reaching up and grabbing the ropes to haul himself in. Before he can, however, Homeboy runs over, getting a sliding dropkick the knocks Bifford back. Stewart and Loser-rr run for their lives, barely getting out of the way as Bifford falls. Homeboy, meanwhile, gets up and looks out, then grabs the top rope, leaping over it and dropping with a splash directly onto Bifford. The ref continues his count, even as Homeboy drags himself up, having landed a devestating blow. He turns and rolls into the ring, looking very cocky, as the count continues. ~
Jones: Homeboy’s gameplan is working unbelievably well, guys.
Hood: Well, he did do a lot of research on his adversary, inbetween talking to socks.
Smith: Yeah, I meant to pick up a copy of “How To Fight An Obese Wrestler For Dummies.”
Hood: You did? Why?
Smith: So I’d know how to fight you, of course!
Hood: What? I’m not obese, you stupid…
Jones: Back to the match, guys, back to the match.
~ On the outside, with a lot of effort, Loser-rr gets the Big Bifford up to his feet. He pushes Bifford from behind, as the big man slowly gets back into the ring, where Homeboy is waiting. As Loser-rr falls against the apron, holding his back, Homeboy stomps away on Bifford, trying to do more damage. Every time Bifford tries to push off the mat to rise up, Homeboy knocks him back down, forcing Bifford to expend a lot of energy. Homeboy then steps behind Bifford’s downed body and puts on a version of the cobra clutch, working to wear down the heavyweight. The referee keeps a close eye on Bifford, who struggles against the hold. Suddenly, Bifford starts to get up, carrying Homeboy on his back. He starts to spin, even as Homeboy lets out a yell, then drops backward, intending to crush Homeboy between him and the mat. But at the last second, Homeboy releases his grip and grabs Bifford on the way down, hitting the Cutter! Homeboy then makes the cover, as the ref moves in. ~
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Smith: We just saw nearly a very easy win for Homeboy, guys!
Hood: I think the hit that Bifford took earlier really wore him down, because he’s not reacting anywhere near the way he normally does against a smaller opponent. He needs to get back to basics, or else this match is over.
~ Homeboy gets up, pointing towards his downed opponent. The fans seem to be torn between the two men, unsure who to root for. He goes off the ropes and springs off with a lionsault. But at the last second, Bifford reaches out and catches Homeboy from the ground, tossing him further over and down to the mat! Homeboy hits hard, landing on the back of his head, as the Big Bifford takes a few seconds to get his breath back. The chest is heaving up and down, really a nasty sight. After a few seconds, the big man sits up and starts to rise, even as Homeboy staggers to his feet. The lightweight turns, looking for his opponent, and finds him, walking right into a double-arm DDT. The impact shakes the ring, as Bifford rolls to his side, then again starts to get to his feet. This time, he beats Homeboy easily, and reaches down, pulling the lighter man up. Bifford then hangs Homeboy on the bottom rope, before jogging to the other side of the ring and rebounding off the ropes, bending them dangerously over. He comes back, dropping a leg across Homeboy with a huge smash! ~
Smith: Yeouch! Homeboy now has a permanent indentation of a ring rope in his throat. Things have really turned around.
Hood: As good as Homeboy is, the Big Bifford is a very hard man to take down. It usually takes him making a major mistake to lose a match, and the way he’s going, any mistake now may just come too late for the Homeboy.
~ Bifford brings Homeboy up off the canvas with one arm, looking like he’s in complete control. He throws Homeboy into the ropes, then catches him on the way back, crushing the man between two large arms with a bearhug. The ref moves in, knowing full well that something like this could end the match. Homeboy struggles, his spinal cord being compressed in a very bad way, but he refuses to submit. He continues to take the pain, shaking his head towards the ref everytime he asks. Bifford seems to realize that Homeboy’s not going to tap, and instead lifts the smaller man higher in the air, throwing him over his shoulders and on top of the nearby turnbuckle! Homeboy’s head connects with the steel, stunning him as he falls backwards to the mat. Bifford, seeing him flop, quickly rolls over and makes the cover, putting his full weight on the man. The ref is right there waiting. ~
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Hood: Somehow, Homeboy just barely managed to get a foot on the ropes, stopping the count.
Smith: He’s lucky that the ref could see it, seeing as how Bifford’s bulk was blocking his view.
Jones: Yeah, sometimes these refs are blind as a bat. Other times, they can see through walls. Go figure.
Special Guest Referee: “Maniac” Mark Kelly
World Title Tournament Semi-Finals Match