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OCW's FrostBite 3
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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2, KICKOUT!!

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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2…

~ 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. ~

1…

2…

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. ~

1…

2…

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! ~

1….

2…

3!!!!

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)
Special Guest Referee: “Maniac” Mark Kelly

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)
World Title Tournament Semi-Finals Match

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.

~ As Bifford pulls himself up and off of the hurting Homeboy, he takes a moment to look out at the crowd, who cheer him. You can see Loser-rr on the outside, getting them riled up with the head of Smokey in the air. Bifford seems to be reveling in the attention, as he turns back to his opponent, who is trying to pull himself to his feet. Bifford grabs him by the back of the neck and lifts him from behind, locking in a full nelson. But before he can get his fingers set in, Homeboy suddenly kicks backwards, hitting Bifford in the shin. Bifford immediately lets go, hopping around the ring in pain, and Homeboy runs against the ropes, coming back with a leaping clothesline. Bifford hobbles backwards and leans over, temporarily out of breath. Homeboy sees his advantage and reaches forward, grabbing Bifford by the head and signaling for the Twist of the Streets. He turns, but Bifford blocks the attempt, instead booting Homeboy in the stomach and dropping him with the Biff End! He makes the pin in the center of the ring, as the ref drops. ~

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Warrick: Here is your winner, moving on to the finals of the World Title Tournament, the Big Bifford!!

Smith: And Bifford ties up the series, winning his second match over Homeboy in 5 attempts. None of those wins have been bigger than this one.

Jones: Definitely, Smith. Homeboy now has to go home and think about what’s gone down, while the Big Bifford is moving towards his first major shot at Heavyweight gold. And can you think of a better guy to go for the Heavyweight strap?

Hood: He’s definitely a heavyweight, that’s for sure. Of course, we’ll have to get a bigger belt for him, if he wins. But he’s still got one more match to go to get it. Let’s find out who his competition is going to be, shall we?

Jones: Wait, Hood, something’s going down in the back. Let’s go check it out.

~ We go to the backstage camera, where a man is walking slowly through the darkened hallway, shuffling his feet. The light flashes over his face, showing that it’s Shannon Shag-Nasty. He looks horrible, being unshaven and smeared with who-knows-what. He still walks determinedly, though, as if he’s ready for tonight’s test. However, before he can get much farther, security guards appear, as if out of nowhere, surrounding the wrestler. Shag-Nasty barely hesitates, immediately jumping forward into the tide of blue shirts, swinging wildly with a scream. He nails two guards, knocking them down, and nearly slips out of the loop. But one final guard steps out of the shadows further down the hall, firing a taser that zaps Shag-Nasty, causing him to shudder and collapse. The others help up their comrades and come back to the downed wrestler, hauling him up and dragging him away. The man with the taser pulls out a cell phone and dials something, speaking quietly into it. The camera image suddenly jumps to the Vice-President’s office, where Ace listens on the phone. He grins, liking what he’s hearing. With no words, he hangs up, then turns to a nearby page. ~

The Accelerator: Alright, boyo. Go and take this message to the Lords of Pain locker room. Tell my old bud Handy Man that, due to ‘legal difficulties’, Shannon Shag-Nasty can’t make it tonight. Therefore, Handy Man’s gets the forfeit win and moves into the finals. Oh, and one more thing: wish him good luck for me, will you?

~ The page nods and leaves, heading out of the room, while the Accelerator leans back in his chair and lets out a sigh of satisfaction. He rubs his sore arm, contemplating something, as the picture fades out. ~

Hood: That’s unbelievable, guys. Shannon Shag-Nasty, just like that, has been taken out of the World Title tournament? And Handy Man gets to go in as a fresh man?

Smith: What did Ace mean, his ‘old friend’? I thought he and Handy Man were rivals in the ICWF?

Jones: As far as I know, they were. But Ace isn’t the same man he used to be. Who knows what he means by that. So we have two men now in the finals, the Big Bifford and Handy Man. Neither would probably have been seen as a favorite to win the gold last month, yet now both have good odds at getting the most prestigious belt around their waists.

~ The camera returns to the backstage area, where we see a shot of Terrence Banks walking down the hallway. He turns down an area, where he runs into a very large black man. Banks steps back, surprised, as the black man glares down at him. Behind him, two other men step out, each holding a different weapon. Finally, behind them, a man sits in a nearby chair. He’s wearing dark clothes and is sharpening his nails with a file, all the while staring low over at Banks. ~

Bookie: We got a call that you’d be hanging out here, Banks. You thought you could just take your time paying us back? You thought that I’d be lenient, just because you’ve joined up with the OCW? I don’t think so. We’re going to have a little discussion about this matter. Hey, Bruno, get rid of the cameraman, would you? This calls for… privacy.

~ As a very scared Banks, shaking his head, moves back against the wall, one of the large men turns towards the cameraman, glaring at him. Showing the usual journalistic courage of OCW cameraman, our guy… runs away. The picture fades out, going back to ringside. ~

Jones: Uh-oh. Looks like we may have just seen the last of Terrence Banks.

Smith: Yeah, that means that another lightweight is out of the Lightweight Title Elimination match. That’s kind of wild, isn’t it? Two down, both of anonymous tips?

Hood: It makes you wonder who’s doing it, that’s for sure. Or is it just a coincidence? Anyway, we’re ready for our third semi-finals match, so let’s get to it!

Peter “Pornstar” Parker (9-2) vs. Playboy G (8-1)
World Title Tournament Semi-Finals Match

Warrick: The next match is the third scheduled semi-finals bout for the World Heavyweight Championship! Coming down the aisle, from Hollywood, California, he is the former OCW Lightweight Champion, as well as currently holding one of the tag-team titles, here is Peter “Pornstar” Parker!

~ Parker walks out to his music, with the tag-team belt wrapped securely around his waist. He takes a moment to pose for some swooning women in the front row before entering the ring. ~

Smith: Here is a guy who can get it any time he wants, and even sometimes when he doesn’t want it.

Hood: Yeah, but we’re not jealous.

Jones: No sir.

Smith: Indeed.

Hood: Right.

Warrick: His opponent, coming to us out of South Central Los Angeles, he currently is the owner of the OCW Intercontinental Title, and is a member of the Lords of Pain, here is Playboy G!

~ As the Ruff Ryders Anthem plays, Playboy G struts out of the back, pumped and ready to go. Behind him stands the “British Sex Icon”, Brittany, causing more than a few wolf whistles from the crowd. Killer Kali is nowhere in sight. The two make their way down, ready for war, as Parker awaits them, eyeing Brittany heavily. ~

Jones: Word from the back has it that the Accelerator has used some of his new-found power, banning both “Maniac” Mark Kelly and Killer Kali from ringside for this match.

Hood: Like most of us, the V-P must be interested in a clean fight, or, barring that, at least a fight that’s not decided by outside wrestlers.

Smith: I guess Brittany doesn’t count in that equation.

Hood: Well, ALSO like most of us, Ace probably wants to have a pretty, uh, face to look at during the match.

Smith: Indeed.

~ The match begins with the two men meeting up in the center of the ring, both looking each other over. Playboy G nods his head slowly, liking the fact that he’s going to get some actual competition in this one. Parker, meanwhile, can’t help but take another look at Brittany. He says something to Playboy G, who immediately takes offense and attacks, throwing punch after punch at the Pornstar. He drives Parker back into the ropes with his assault, causing Parker to intentionally flip himself over the ropes and out to the floor to avoid the attack. He lands on his feet, looking up at Playboy G with a pissed-off face. Playboy G simply waves him back in, wanting to continue the battle. But Parker instead takes a moment to get his composure back, knowing what’s on the line in this one. ~

Hood: Playboy G may act sophisticated on occasion, but you cannot forget his background. He’s got a really hard edge to him.

Jones: Well, he IS a major member of a street gang, the Playboy Gangsta Crips. No matter what he does in his life, he’ll always have that to fall back on.

~ Parker finally gets his head clear and reenters the ring, making sure to tell the ref to keep Playboy G back. He stands up and stares over at his foe, who looks ready for another go. This time they lock up when they approach each other, in a brief test of strength that ends as Parker gets an arm bar lock on Playboy G. After a few seconds of struggle, Playboy G pulls Parker into the ropes, then fires him off to the other side of the ring. As he returns, Playboy G drops his head to go for a toss, but Parker kicks up right under Playboy G’s jaw, snapping him back up. Parker then follows up with a dropkick, sending Playboy G to his back. This time it’s Playboy G who rolls out of the ring, looking for a chance to get it back together. But Parker doesn’t allow it, charging after him and springing over the ropes with a suicide dive, crashing into the man and causing a two-man pileup outside the ring. The two wrestlers stay down for a time, as the fans cheer for the move. ~

Smith: Parker’s never been afraid to risk his body, whether it be in the wrestling ring or the bedroom. Some of the things I’ve, uh, heard he does in his movies is beyond belief.

Hood: I don’t even want to know.

~ Parker rises first, having been more braced for the impact. He drags Playboy G up and whips him into the steel stairs, causing Playboy G’s knee to snap on the metal grating. He flips onto his back, holding his leg in pain, while Parker approaches, kicking away at the downed man. He then looks up, realizing that the ref is counting both men out. With a mighty tug, he gets Playboy G to his feet, then tosses him in, following behind to stop the count and keep the match running. Parker pulls his foe up and karate-chops him across the chest, with a smack that gets the fans ooh-ing and ahh-ing. But Playboy G reacts to the hit, coming back with one of his own, and suddenly the two wrestlers are hacking away at each other, both leaving long red streaks on their foe’s chest. The fans are cheering loudly as they trade shots, but Playboy G ends it with a rake of the face, blinding the Pornstar. As Parker turns away, rubbing his wounded eyes, Playboy G grabs him from behind and uses a school boy, rolling him up for the cover. ~

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KICKOUT!!

Jones: Playboy G is fully focused on winning the World Title tonight. He wasted no time going for the quick pinfall.

Hood: Unlike some of the battles we’ve seen tonight, Playboy G really isn’t going into this one with any sort of agenda. He just wants the gold, and if that means he has to take out the Pornstar, then that’s what he’ll do.

~ Both men spring to their feet after the pin attempt, with Playboy G making it up first. He snaps a kick into Parker’s chest, sending him back to the mat with thunderous force. As he tries to rise again, Playboy G moves in, kicking away at the Pornstar’s pecs, hammering them into new and interesting shapes. Parker tries to roll away from the assault, but Playboy G stomps him, then pulls him to his feet, lifting him into position to go for the Hustler. It proves to be too early, though, as Parker instead twists in Playboy G’s grip, tripping up his legs and causing him to fall over. Both men again get up, this time with Parker landing the hit on the way up, an uppercut to Playboy G’s jaw. He follows it with a boot to the stomach, followed by a fameasser, snapping Playboy G down. He then goes for the quick cover, lifting Playboy G’s legs for extra leverage. ~

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KICKOUT!!!

Jones: Another close call. We’re seeing two men who desperately want to conserve their energy for the next round, when it’ll be most needed.

Smith: As long as they aren’t looking too far ahead. Both of these guys are world-class athletes. Actually, I could see either one being able to become the champion. But only one is moving on.

~ Parker gets up, bringing the larger Playboy G with him. He flings the Intercontinental Champion into the ropes, then grabs him on the way back, getting a spinning spinebuster. It snaps Playboy G’s head to the canvas at a bad angle, but Parker doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he heads for the turnbuckle, climbing up and taking the plunge, aiming with a flying elbow. But Playboy G recovers too fast, rolling out of range and forcing Parker’s funny bone to bounce on the mat. Parker rolls, in a lot of pain, while Playboy G hauls himself up. As Parker slowly gets himself up, Playboy G waits, opening and closing his fingers in anticipation. He moves forward, grabbing Parker from behind and jetting him in the air with a quick pumphandle slam with great intensity. Parker’s head lolls from the hit, even as Playboy G shakes off the impact and starts to stand. He grabs Parker’s arm to get him up as well, then locks him up, once again going for the Hustler. This time he succeeds, lifting the smaller man up and breaking him with the maneuver, leaving Parker on the ground in a lot of pain. Playboy G then goes for the cover, cockily laying over the man. ~

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KICKOUT!!!

Hood: It was close, but the loose pin allowed Parker to get his shoulder up at the last second.

Smith: Playboy G may be angry with the referee, but it’s his own fault. He should have wrapped the legs and tugged the tights, the surest way to get a victory.

~ Playboy G gripes at the referee, who raises his hands and backs off, probably scared for either his life or his job, or both. Playboy G then shakes it off, grumbling to himself. But before he can turn around, Parker runs towards him, grabbing his head and slapping it on the mat with a bulldog. The fans, particularly the female ones, cheer as both wrestlers now lay on the mat, catching their breath. Parker is up first, staggering and using the ropes to support himself. He turns, seeing Playboy G regaining his feet as well, and moves in, locking an arm around him. He goes for the Climax, lifting Playboy G’s feet off the ground, but Playboy G blocks it with a direct heart punch, stunning the Pornstar. As he stumbles back, Playboy G moves in, wrapping him up and delivering the Centerfold Stretch! He twists Parker’s legs painfully behind him, putting a ton of pressure on the lower muscles. Parker fights, trying to claw his way to the ropes, but the move landed in the center of the ring, and Playboy G’s weight is too well distributed. After a struggle, Parker finally lays his head down and taps, being unable to take the agony anymore. The ref signals for the bell, as Playboy G releases the hold. ~

Warrick: Here is your winner, moving on to the finals, Playboy G!

Smith: So Playboy G joins his ally, Handy Man, and the Big Bifford in the finals! The Lords of Pain are looking extremely well-off tonight!

Hood: They have two out of three odds of taking the World Heavyweight Title back to their camp tonight, making the Triple Threat match into more of a Handicap bout. You could justifiably say that Bifford’s chances of winning just plummeted.

Jones: Well, now that we’ve decided the main event, we’ve got to get the other title matches out of the way, giving each superstar the chance to rest. That especially goes for the Big Bifford, who has really gone through two ‘matches’ tonight. We’ve still got some great action to come, though, including this next fight, pitting four of the top young superstars in the OCW going at it!

Smith: Plus, in case you didn’t know, a new stipulation was added to this one by the champion, Demon Knight, who has made this one a Ladder match!

Hood: Yep, the title is now suspended above the ring, which means it’s time to get things started on a great bout!

Demon Knight© (5-1) vs. Krazy King Mike (2-1) vs. Liljungleman (7-3) vs. J. “Ghetto Town” Rish (4-3)
Television Title Ladder Match

Warrick: The next match will be a Ladder match for the OCW Television Title! First, coming down the aisle, he’s a former two-time Television Champion, looking for his opportunity to regain the belt, he is Liljungleman!

~ Liljungleman comes out to his usual noises, looking around wildly at the crowd, who really don’t know how to react to the man. He wipes his nose, then heads for the ring, ready to go. ~

Smith: This guy, well, he’s always seemed completely off his rocker to me. But I think he’s gotten worse over the years that I’ve known him.

Hood: I have to agree, Smith. He’s unstable. You really don’t know what he’s going to do.

Warrick: Next, standing at 5’11” and weighing in at 204 lbs, from New York City, here is J. “Ghetto Town” Rish!

Rish makes his way down to “Cuz I’m a Thug” by Trick Daddy. He takes one second to point to a fan holding up a New York City sign, then laughs and rips it away from the kid, tossing it behind him. He then walks to the ring. ~

Jones: Rish has really made a statement in the past few weeks, winning match after match to get himself into this pay-per-view.

Smith: The man truly believes that he deserves this shot, and it’s hard to disagree with him, although I think his rage at Roz Blayze getting a shot ahead of him is a little uncalled for. But, no matter what’s happened in the past, the lightweight has a chance of making a name for himself here.

Warrick: The third competitor, joining us from Rockford, Illinois, the leader of the Showstoppers, here is KRAZY King Mike!

Eminem’s mix plays, and Krazy King Mike confidently heads for the ring, pumped up and ready to go. Andrea follows quietly behind, staying with her man. ~

Smith: Now this guy has to be a favorite to get the upset here tonight.

Hood: How can a ‘favorite’ cause an ‘upset’?

Smith: Oh, you know what I mean. Krazy King Mike has shown his power time and time again in his short time here. He’s turned the Showstoppers into a tremendously dangerous stable, making other groups take notice. He'’ also got the height in this one, which could really help him grab the TV Title easier than anyone else.

Warrick: Finally, introducing the last participant in this match, he is the current OCW Television Champion, here is Demon Knight!

~ As Demon Knight’s music plays, a cold-looking figure emerges. Behind his mask, Demon Knight glares at the ring, particularly-looking towards Krazy King Mike. He suddenly starts running towards the ring, sliding under the ropes, but before he can get to KKM, he’s attacked from both sides by Liljungleman and J. Rish! KKM joins in, as the three men beat on the champion. ~

Jones: What the, what’s with the triple-team?

Smith: It’s plain and simple, Jones. When you’re in a Fatal Fourway title match, you’ve got to take out the champion!

~ After a short time of beating down on the man, KKM turns, going after Liljungleman with flying fists, smashing back the lighter man with big hits. Meanwhile, Rish continues to kick away at Demon Knight, keeping him on his stomach. After a few more blows, Rish leans over, pulling Demon Knight up and slicing his throat with a cut. The two men brawl into the corner, even as KKM chokes Liljungleman down on the other side, using the ropes as a weapon. He then lifts Liljungleman up and puts him into the air with a gorilla press, launching Liljungleman out of the ring and crashing into the guardrail. Liljungleman collapses there, barely moving, even as Krazy King Mike leaves the ring and goes for one of the ladders sitting nearby. ~

Smith: That was a humongus blow that Liljungleman just took. He may already be out of this match.

Hood: He definitely seems to be hurting, Smith. His shoulder isn’t at the best angle. But the match continues either way, because this is a ladder match. Anything goes. Also, the match isn’t going to end with a countout, a DQ, or even a pinfall or submission. The only way to win? Get the gold.

Jones: That’s obviously what Krazy King Mike is thinking about, guys. He’s wasting no time getting the ladder.

~ KKM lifts the ladder up and shoves it into the ring, where is clatters to the ground. The refs watch from the outside of the ring, only being there to call for the bell when a winner has been crowned. KKM enters the ring, looking to set up the ladder, but before he can, J. Rish charges over, hammering the surprised wrestler with a running clothesline. KKM doesn’t go down, but does fall against the ropes, rebounding and being hip-tossed onto the downed ladder by “Ghetto Town”! Mike rolls to his side, rubbing his spine in pain, while Rish moves in, kicking the larger man while he’s on the mat. Rish then turns to the ladder and picks it up, turning to jam it into KKM. But as he turns, he runs square into an upright Demon Knight, who snaps a boot into the ladder, sending it back into Rish’s ribcage. Rish goes down, with the ladder on top of him, even as Demon Knight turns, seeing Krazy King Mike rising up again. With no hint of what’s going on under his mask, Demon Knight charges, tackling KKM, and the brawl between the two foes is on. The crowd explodes. ~

Hood: The fight that many have been waiting for is finally going down! Demon Knight has been vowing revenge against Krazy King Mike ever since last week, when Mike put Demon Knight’s lady-friend, Dark Rose, through the announcer’s table.

Smith: Yeah, I’m still a little shaky after that. I mean, I was still sitting at that desk! I could have been maimed!

Jones: Well, Dark Rose is in much worse shape, currently resting in a hospital bed. Her return is still unknown, but I’m sure right now she’s watching this match with a smile on her face, as Demon Knight tries for revenge!

~ As Demon Knight and Krazy King Mike roll outside, pummeling each other, J. Rish pushes the ladder off of his chest and lets out a few hacking coughs, before slowly getting up. He sees the brawl going on outside, but ignores it, instead looking straight up to where the gold is. He smiles and grabs the ladder, painfully pulling it apart to make the climb. As he sets the ladder up, though, a hurting Liljungleman rolls into the ring, clutching his right arm in close. His left is perfectly ok, though, as he slugs Rish in the back of the head. Rish stumbles into the ladder, falling forward. This time, the ladder hits first, with Rish landing on top, taking another painful blow. As he rolls off, Liljungleman drops to his knees next to him, scratching and clawing at the man. Rish doesn’t seem to know what to do about the savage assault, as he tries to simply block some of the abuse. Outside the ring, Demon Knight is still in control, throwing Krazy King Mike into the guardrail. KKM rebounds and gets a shoulder block, though, knocking Demon Knight sprawling over the metal stairs. After a second to ache, KKM stretches his back out, then moves towards Demon Knight, who is already getting up. But KKM grabs a chair from nearby, swinging it sidearm into the TV Champion, knocking him down. ~

Jones: As expected, this one’s getting Hardcore!

Hood: All ladder matches are hardcore, Jones. We just never know how bad they’re gonna get!

~ As Andrea nervously watches on from the edge of ringside, Krazy King Mike hammers away on the fallen Demon Knight with the chair, driving it again and again into his lower chest. He then turns towards the ring, and sees Liljungleman go down, being caught in a cradle piledriver from J. “Ghetto Town” Rish. The recovering Rish wipes his face, which is a little more scratched up than before, then grabs the ladder, setting it under the title. He starts to climb, but by this time KKM is in the ring with his weapon, taking a mighty swing and slamming the chair against the ladder. It knocks over on its side, causing Rish to fall, clotheslining himself on the top rope! He falls back into the ring, in exquisite pain, while Krazy King Mike raises the chair in the air, as if proclaiming himself the winner. The fans don’t agree. But he’s still got the momentum, even as he takes a moment to plant the top of the chair on Liljungleman’s head, knocking the wrestler to the mat. KKM then goes to the ladder, pulling it back up. He starts to climb, looking very confident, but he isn’t watching the right direction, as Demon Knight has gotten back up. The champion pulls himself into the ring, then goes after KKM, climbing up part of the ladder just as KKM reaches out, trying to get the gold. Demon Knight grabs him from behind, surprising him, then climbs up next to him, wrapping both arms around his midsection and yanking him off with a super-german suplex! The crash is unbelievably loud, as is the silence that comes afterwards. The crowd, after a moment of stunned silence, finally cheers. ~

Jones: Oh my god! Krazy King Mike may have just been knocked unconscious from that one!!

Smith: How far up were they? A good 7-8 feet, you think?

Hood: More or less. Neither wrestler looks like they took that impact too well. I think Demon Knight may have injured himself at the same time as taking down KKM.

Smith: Indeed. But I’m not sure Demon Knight’s even concerned about his own well-being, or about the TV Title. He just wants to hurt Krazy King Mike.

~ For a moment, nothing in the ring moves. Liljungleman is still wearing Krazy King Mike’s chair like a hat, while Demon Knight and Krazy King Mike are both face-down on the canvas. J. Rish, though, pulls himself up, sensing an opportunity. He surveys the battlescene, trying to clear his head. He sees Demon Knight start to move first, putting both arms out in an attempt to get up. Rish immediately moves over that direction, grabbing the now-closed ladder and lifting it in both arms. As Demon Knight hits his feet, Rish swings the ladder, cracking it across the champion’s back. Demon Knight falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring from the impact. Rish then turns back to where Krazy King Mike is trying to stand, and pulls the same move, belting KKM in the stomach. KKM falls backwards over where Liljungleman is still out, even as Rish swings the ladder down and sets it up. He quickly darts up the ladder, climbing rung after rung. But as he reaches the top, he realizes that he’s slightly off-target, as the belt appears a little bit too far out for him. Rish reaches out anyway, clinging to the ladder, trying to get the gold. He’s nearly there when Krazy King Mike kicks out with his legs, hitting the ladder with a lot of force. With Rish already overbalancing it trying to get the belt, the ladder quickly falls over, sending Rish flying out of the ring and to the floor, a long plunge down. ~

Smith: This is why I love ladder matches, gentlemen. You get to see a lot of guys take a lot of falls.

Hood: I think Rish managed to land stomach-first, which is a little better than having your head meet the light padding out there. But he’s definitely down for a while. Krazy King Mike might now have the advantage.

~ After sparing a moment to kick the apparently-out Liljungleman, Krazy King Mike moves over towards the ladder. He’s limping slightly, possibly from a shot taken earlier in the match, or possibly just a charlie-horse. Who knows? He gets the ladder up, taking a second to line it up under the gold. But before he can even start climbing, Demon Knight is once again in the ring. This time, though, KKM sees him and blocks his punch, launching back with a couple of his own and staggering the champ. They go back into the ropes, with KKM whipping Demon Knight to the other side. As Demon Knight returns, Krazy King Mike goes for his Krazy Kick. But, somehow, Demon Knight catches the leg in midair, throwing KKM’s balance completely off. Before KKM can do anything, the champion moves in, locking onto him and taking him down with a huge side slam, sending KKM rolling to the side of the ring, holding his already-painful ribs. Demon Knight then turns, looking at the upright ladder. He grabs it and starts to make the climb. ~

Hood: Unless Krazy King Mike gets up fast, this one could very well be over! Demon Knight’s going to retain!

Smith: Wait a second, Hood, we’ve got a couple of guys coming from the back… hey, that’s Wild Thang and Apocalypse! They’re coming to Krazy King Mike’s aid!

Jones: But, this isn’t their match!

Smith: Yeah, but it’s no interference, Jones. Anything goes, remember?

~ Demon Knight is stretching out, trying to grab the belt, when he hears the crowd reaction and turns, seeing Wild Thang and Apocalypse both entering the ring. Demon Knight spins on the ladder, nearly knocking it over with that movement, then dives off of the ladder, surprising both Showstoppers with a flying clothesline! He hammers the two men to the mat with a lot of momentum, then gets himself back up to his feet. Apocalypse rises back up, dizzy from the blow, and gets suplexed by the tv champion. Wild Thang also feels the pain of a suplex, as Demon Knight begins to clean house. However, when he turns back to the ladder, he meets up with Krazy King Mike, who boots him low, then lifts him with the Krazy Bomb, landing it with devestating impact! Demon Knight sprawls out, hurting, even as Krazy King Mike turns back to the ladder. With no bragging, he heads up, climbing quickly. J. Rish, on the outside, tries to roll in to stop him, but he gets grabbed by Apocalypse, who is dazed but still functional. Demon Knight grabs the ropes, trying to stand, but he can’t make it. And Liljungleman is still out of it. KKM grabs hold of the gold and tugs, getting it to release. The bell sounds, crowning a new champion in the OCW.

Warrick: Here is your winner, and NEW OCW Television Champion, Krazy King Mike!!

Smith: I told you guys! The man is just too good! I think we’re truly looking at the future of the OCW!

Hood: We’ll just have to see, Smith. After all, he needed help to win here tonight, didn’t he?

Smith: No, he just followed the rules, Hood. In which case, there weren’t any to follow, so what he did was legal, and was really the smart thing to do.

Jones: Turnabout is fair play, though, Smith, because here come the rest of AoD!

~ Angel emerges from the crowd behind Mike. He spins him around and hits him with The Arch-Angel, taking the man down. Apocalypse charges in, grabbing Angel and sending both rolling out of the ring. Meanwhile, other members of the AoD go after Wild Thang, double-teaming him. Meanwhile, Andrea starts to retreat down the aisle. But before she can go far, Demon Knight is there, grabbing her and yanking her back towards the ring, ignoring her screaming pleas. ~

Jones: What is Demon Knight doing? Andrea didn’t interfere the entire match!

Hood: Oh, man. Remember what he said, Jones? He’s looking for revenge. And that table that Drifter just set up in there could be it.

Smith: You don’t think Demon is really going to put Andrea through a table do you?

Hood: It sure looks that way.

~ Krazy King Mike pulls himself up, seeing his girl in trouble, and tries to move in. But before he can get there, Demon Knight spins, holding the bent chair from earlier, and clobbers KKM with it. Andrea, meanwhile, is being held by the other members of the AoD. Demon Knight then turns back and hooks Andrea’s head under his arm and hoists her into the air. He then spins her around in midair and drops her with the Execution right through the table! Andrea lies in a heap, even as Demon Knight calls out for a mic. ~

Demon Knight: I told you that I would turn your world upside down Mike. Now her blood is on your hands not mine. Enjoy your reign, it’s going to be a short one.

~ The members of AoD move out, leaving the chaos behind them. Wild Thang rolls into the ring, rubbing the back of his head, and he checks on Krazy King Mike, helping him up. The two go over to check on Andrea, even as medical personnel start to run to the ring to check on the downed people in it. ~

Jones: I can’t believe that Demon Knight did that to a defenseless girl!

Smith: What are you talking about, Jones? Weren’t you all big about the revenge angle earlier? Well, Demon Knight just got his revenge.

Jones: Yeah, but Smith, at least Dark Rose was competing in a match. She’s a wrestler. Andrea’s not anywhere close to that! She didn’t even interfere! She was just there to support Krazy King Mike. Honestly, I don’t think she deserved to pay for the cruel ways of the Showstoppers.

Hood: Nonetheless, Jones, that’s what has gone down. They’re checking on Andrea and Liljungleman now, so let’s go backstage, where we’ve got something else happening. This has definitely been a busy night.

~ In the backstage locker room, sounds of yelling can be heard. A locker door near the camera bends outward for a second, as if something heavy had just been slammed against it. A few seconds go by, then the door slowly opens, as a body topples out to the concrete. It’s Jay Cee. A few seconds later, Jason Chase walks out, wiping off his hands. He looks down at the fallen wrestler, smiling, then walks away. A cell phone can be seen poking out of his new jacket pocket. ~

Hood: Man, yet another Lightweight is down!

Smith: Well, it WAS advertised as an Elimination match, Hood. We’ve just been doing it all throughout the night, as opposed to all at once.

Jones: Hmmm, I wonder… did you see that Chase had a cell phone with him? You don’t suppose that he’s the one who has been giving out those anonymous tips, do you?

Hood: It’s hard to tell, Jones, and speculating won’t help us here. It’s now time for the next match-up, so let’s get to the action!

“Wildfire” Roz Blayze (1-4) vs. Jason Chase (1-1) vs. Drifter (4-1)
Lightweight Title Elimination Match

Warrick: The next bout will determine the next Lightweight Champion of the OCW! Introducing first, coming down the aisle, from Stone City, California, here is “Wildfire” Roz Blayze!

~ “F*ckin Hospital” by Pantera is the music of choice for Blayze, who approaches the ring with a smile on his face. He enters the ring with a flurry, jumping over the rope and landing in a karate pose. ~

Smith: Blayze has impressed a lot of people recently with his training methods. Unfortunately, it hasn’t translated to wins yet for this young wrestler.

Hood: But it could pay off tonight, Smith, as he’s now only got to get past two individuals to score some gold.

Warrick: Next, standing 6’3” and weighing 230 lbs exactly, here comes Jason Chase!

~ As Chase comes down the aisle, smiling at some of the people in the audience, a chant begins, with the new following of Chase, “You Suck”. Chase shrugs it off, though, ignoring it as he enters the squared circle. ~

Hood: Some might say Chase has come a long way in recent weeks. But I’m not so sure. He seems almost unstable as of late, wouldn’t you guys say?

Jones: The man has been on a quest for some time now to diverge his career from his friend, the Lost Soul. It’s been a hard road, though, and I think it’s starting to get to him, how some seem to think he’s TLS’s stooge, and nothing more. Tonight is his chance to prove that it’s not true.

Warrick: Their opponent, standing 6’4” and weighing 195 lbs, he is a hardcore extremist as well as a lightweight competitor, here is Drifter!

~ “Crawling In The Dark” by Hoobastank plays, as Drifter makes his way down the ramp. He looks better than he has recently, but his wrists still show some bandaging from his suicide attempt from last month, and the recent breaking of sutures during a match with J. Rish. He enters the ring as the bell rings, starting the fight. ~

Hood: This match is a lot less than was expected, that’s for sure. We’ve gone from six men competing for the belt, down to three.

Smith: I still can’t believe that Jake Navaja’s not here. He was my pick, damnit!

Jones: I’m still going with Drifter, I think he can pull this one off.

~ In the ring, Drifter goes after Chase, looking for the first assault. But Blayze charges in, denying that attack, as Drifter has to dodge a fearsome spear. Blayze stumbles by him, missing, but it leaves Drifter wide open for Chase to come in, landing a few punches to stagger the lightweight. Chase then shoves Drifter into the ropes and sends him rebounding, dropping onto his stomach. As Drifter comes back, Blayze is there, landing a perfect sidekick that sends Drifter to his knees. Blayze and Chase then move in, swinging hard at the downed foe, landing all of the abuse that they can. ~

Hood: This one’s already taken an interesting twist! Who would have thought we’d see Blayze and Chase working together?

Smith: That’s what happens in three-way battles, Hood, you should know that. Hell, we’re going to see much worse double-teaming later on tonight. This is just a precursor to that event.

~ Chase and Blayze both haul the stunned Drifter up, still working as a team. They again send Drifter into the ropes, then catch him with a double dropkick upon his return. As Drifter lays on the mat, Blayze gets up and tries to high-five Chase, who only glances over at him, then hammers him with multiple right hands! The partnership over, Chase brutally attacks Blayze, knocking him into the corner. He climbs up on the turnbuckle, still punching away. The fans, instead of counting along, start yelling something else entirely, which really seems to bug Chase, who drops backwards with a monkeyflip, sending Blayze flying across the ring onto his back. Chase hops up and starts to head for him, but then alters his attention to a charging Drifter, who catches the man with a clothesline. Chase hits the ground, then hops right back up, only to be caught by another clothesline as Drifter bounces off the ropes and returns. Drifter then does a quick spin in the ring, earning some cheers from the crowd. ~

Smith: Drifter seems more up than I’ve seen him in weeks.

Jones: He’s definitely got some adrenaline pumping through his body, something that wouldn’t be happening if he had actually succeeded in his suicide attempt.

~ Roz Blayze, back on his feet, moves over to Drifter, but catches a punch in the mouth for his efforts. Drifter then continues to attack, clapping an arm around Blayze’s throat and giving him a rock bottom. Drifter gets back to his feet and turns back to Chase, only to be tackled and driven to the mat. Chase lands on top, punching away at the face of his foe, trying to weaken the man. But Drifter rolls them both over, getting in his own shots, before getting both to their feet. Drifter swings Chase into the ropes, but then has to duck as Chase comes back with an arm outstretched. Chase misses his first target, but catches Blayze on the way up, knocking him back down onto his back. Chase then quickly turns and comes back, going for a splash. Drifter tries to step out of the way, but trips, leaving him wide open to the hit. Chase lands on top, quickly hooking Drifter’s leg as they hit the mat. ~

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Hood: Drifter took a good hit there, but he’s still got 2/3rds of a tank, I would think.

Smith: But so do the others, Hood. This match is very young.

~ Chase brings Drifter up and whips him into the corner, slamming him hard, then follows him in with the Wild Goose Chase, slamming into him. Chase then laughs and climbs the turnbuckle for a second, looking for the cheers of the crowd, yet not getting much. Only a few Chase admirers are letting loose, while others are chanting for Drifter or Blayze. Chase goes back down, pulling Drifter upright again and sending him towards the other side. As Drifter hits, Chase again charges, going for another Wild Goose Chase. But he goes to the well one too many times, as Blayze, recovered, comes in and catches the running man with a legsweep, sending Chase head over heels. Chase crumples to the ground, even as Blayze comes in, kicking him repeatedly. He then turns to Drifter, who is trying to come out of the corner. Blayze doesn’t give the man a chance to recover, instead stepping in and catching him with the Thriller Killer, sending both men crashing to the canvas. After a second, Blayze rolls over and makes another cover. ~

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KICKOUT!!!

Hood: Drifter is showing a lot of heart in there, kicking out many times in this one despite a lot of punishment being delivered.

Smith: He probably just doesn’t want to leave, Hood, seeing as how he likes the pain and all.

~ Blayze pulls up Drifter and tries to take him over to the corner for a high-flying move, but, from the ground, Chase catches Blayze with a low blow that bends him over. He gasps, even as Drifter, sensing the moment to strike, stands up straight and wraps Blayze in a suplex, snapping him over. He rolls on top, preparing to try a cover, but before the ref can even get there, Chase hammers a boot into the top of his skull. Chase then drags Drifter up and whips him into the ropes, preparing to catch him in a powerslam as he comes back. Drifter stops himself, though, hanging onto the ropes, and as Chase, realizing his error, starts to come in, Drifter springboards up, getting a moonsault straight into the man. Both men roll on the mat, with Chase going to the outside and collapsing on the concrete. Drifter grabs at the ropes and starts to haul himself up, only to be clobbered in the side from another kick by “Wildfire”, who is back on the offensive. He kicks Drifter multiple times, then moves in, locking a sleeper hold on the lightweight while dragging him towards the center. Drifter struggles against the submission hold, trying to get free, even as Blayze tightens his grip. ~

Hood: He’s wearing down the challenger now! Drifter’s in serious trouble!

Jones: Yeah, but where’s Chase? Isn’t this a three-way contest?

Smith: He’s resting, Jones. You got a problem with that? Remember, it’s elimination. If Blayze takes Drifter out, he’s just eliminating a problem for Chase.

~ Blayze continues to cut the oxygen off from Drifter’s lungs, as the lightweight falls to one knee, struggling. The ref stays close, ready to check Drifter’s hands if necessary. But Blayze suddenly opts out, releasing the hold and pushing Drifter down to the mat. He knows he’s got Drifter where he wants him. After a quick look around, assuring that Chase isn’t in the fight right now, Blayze hauls Drifter up and takes him over to the turnbuckle, shoving his face into the ‘buckle for good measure before pushing him up. Blayze follows, setting Drifter up for the Bomb Stopper, one of his favorite maneuvers. He grabs Drifter by the head and starts to jump off, but Drifter suddenly kicks out, racking Blayze badly. In a world of pain, Blayze falls off and lands on his back, struggling to breathe from the hit he just took. Meanwhile, Drifter hauls himself up on the turnbuckle and braces himself, before leaping off with the Fall From Grace!! He lands directly on-target, crushing Blayze with the 360-degree frog splash. Although it seems to hurt Drifter as well, he makes the cover, as the ref drops next to him. ~

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Hood: And Roz Blayze is out of this one! What a move by Drifter!

Smith: The man can truly fly, Hood. Still, this one’s not over yet, as seen by the fact that Chase is coming back into the ring!

~ Drifter stands up painfully, unbalancing slightly as he rises to his full height. The ref pushes on Blayze, helping the hurt wrestler leave the ring. Meanwhile, Jason Chase comes up behind Drifter, holding something in his right hand. He clocks Drifter in the back of the head, which immediately sends Drifter to the ground, flat on his face. Chase then tosses the foreign object out of the ring, just as the ref turns to see what is going on. Chase shrugs at him, then yells at him to do his job, even as he makes the pin attempt! ~

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NO!!! KICKOUT!!!

Jones: How did Drifter get out of that one? Whatever Chase had in his hand made a huge impact!

Hood: It’s pure instinct, Jones. The man’s hurt, but he’s not giving up!

Smith: But how much can the man have left?

~ Chase, astonished, complains to the referee about the count, but gets nowhere. So he pulls Drifter instead to the middle of the ring, trying to lock on the Dream Chaser. He gets part of it on, but suddenly Drifter shoves him away, then catches him with a punch to the stomach. As Chase bends over, feeling his breath departing, Drifter reaches up, grabs his head, and catapults him straight down to the mat, taking everything out of both men. They both lie there, even as the ref starts counting away. When the ref reaches 7, Drifter sits up, working his way through the air to get back to his feet. Chase rolls onto his stomach, still a little bit stunned, even as Drifter stands up, shaking out the cobwebs. Chase gets up slowly, but he sees his opponent first, and runs unsteadily at him. Drifter twists away, though, dodging a shoulder block, then catches Chase on the rebound with a hurricanrana. Chase, flat on his back, doesn’t move, even as Drifter heads towards the turnbuckle, holding his side. He climbs up one step at a time, then turns, looking down at his fallen opponent. After a deep breath, Drifter takes flight once again, trying for another Fall From Grace. This time, though, Chase gets his knees up, causing Drifter to crash hard against them. Drifter sprawls to the side of Chase, spasming from the hit, even as Chase reaches over towards him. He pulls Drifter in, locking on both elements of the Dream Chaser, twisting Drifter around and once again denying him oxygen. Drifter struggles for a minute or two, trying to get free, but he has nowhere to go. The ref checks on him, looking for a response, then calls for the bell. ~

Warrick: Here is your winner, and NEW OCW Lightweight Champion, Jason Chase!!

Smith: And Chase pulls it off! He earns himself some gold in the OCW!

Hood: Do you think this finally allows him the chance to show that he’s not just an ally of the Lost Soul?

Smith: At the very least, it’s a start. Chase has one of the best belts in the OCW, and you can be guaranteed that he will be tested a lot in defending it, especially from some of the wrestlers that couldn’t make it here today.

~ We continue to see a shot of Chase celebrating his win, but the picture becomes slightly grainy. The camera zooms back, showing that it’s actually a color television shot of the action. The camera pans to the right, showing the Accelerator, still sitting at his desk. He doesn’t look too interested, one way or another, in the Lightweight Title outcome. A second later, the door opens, heralding the entrance of the Lost Soul. Ace immediately stands up, wincing slightly as his injured arm bumps the chair edge, and nods to the incoming wrestler. ~

The Accelerator: Ahhh, good, I was waiting for you to show up, TLS. Great win by your partner just now, by the way. I couldn’t get enough of it.

The Lost Soul: Whatever. You called for me, and I’m here. What do you want?

The Accelerator: Straight to business. I like that. I’ve always had a lot of respect for you, TLS. I watched you take over the ICWF after I left it. You have skills. And you deserve a great match tonight. Sadly, you’re not going to get it.

~ TLS is quiet, not responding, even though the Vice-President seems to be expecting something. Not getting anything, though, Ace shrugs and continues talking. ~

The Accelerator: I’m afraid that your opponent, Lurrr, will not be wrestling tonight. He has been suspended from the OCW, as of right now.

The Lost Soul: Suspended? For what?

The Accelerator: Oh, don’t worry, boyo, I’ll come up with something later. The part that matters is that the Hardcore Title match scheduled for tonight just can’t take place.

The Lost Soul: The match I’ve been working towards isn’t….

The Accelerator: Whoa, TLS, cool your jets for a second. Yes, the match isn’t going down. But you know what? It’s really for the best. After all, you would have killed Lurrr. You know it and I know it. The guy just isn’t the champion that he once was, right? And he’s never really been hardcore material. You’re the real deal. And in that vane, well, I’ve decided to give you the forfeit victory. Congratulations, friend. You're now the Hardcore Champion of the OCW.

~ To prove his point, the V-P reaches down, pulling out the Hardcore Title, most recently seen around the waist of Scorpion. He hands it across to the Lost Soul, who at first doesn’t look like he’s going to take it. Ace waits, keeping it in front of him, and TLS finally grabs it, putting it over his shoulder. ~

The Accelerator: So what do you think? Are you ready to be the champion that the OCW needs right… TLS?

~ Without another word, TLS turns and leaves, going out the Vice-President’s door. The Accelerator looks a little nonplussed, but he shakes it off, grinning about the spirit of the Lost Soul. He reaches for something, perhaps the remote to turn back up the sound on the tv, then hesitates, hearing a high-pitched beeping. It’s his cell phone, ringing loudly in the quiet room. Ace answers, looking around for a second. Then his eyes go wide. ~

The Accelerator: You’re f’cking kidding me. What? I don’t believe it.

~ Ace then stops talking, as he looks over at the still-muted television screen. He begins to curse, an angry sound, as the camera shows the television screen again. On the picture, we see a crashed van. It’s rammed into a telephone pole. There is a picture on the side, showing it to be part of a local police squad. A few officers are scattered around the wreckage, including a guy hanging, painfully, out of the front seat. His taser is next to him. Nearby, the back of the van is hanging open and empty. The picture goes back to the arena. ~

Jones: Isn’t that the van that Shag-Nasty was put in to go to the police station earlier??

Smith: The madman is loose again!

Hood: And the World Title match is next!!!

~ A quick commercial plays here, showing all of the great videos that are now on sale at OCW.com. The list includes a video tribute to the Scorpion, showcasing all of his greatest moments, from Last Man Standing to his win over Cash Money at Halloween Hallocaust to earn the OCW World Title. There’s also a video collection of the Best of Massacre, with some of the best televised matches in OCW history. Buy today! The clip ends, and we go back to the show. ~

Jones: The tension has built up. The anticipation is nearly too great to take. Who will be our next World Champion? It’s time to find out!

Handy Man (8-1) vs. Playboy G (9-1) vs. the Big Bifford (12-4-2)
World Heavyweight Title Triple Threat Match

Warrick: It is now time for the main event of the evening. Are you ready? (cheers) C’mon, damnit, Are You Ready? (louder cheers) F*ck yeah you are! It’s main event time! We’re about to crown a new heavyweight champion! Not to mention the fact that this match is No-Disqualification!! There MUST be a winner!!! (even louder cheers) Introducing first, the former Hardcore Champion and a member of the Lords of Pain, here is Handy Man!

~ The fans cheers turn ugly in a heartbeat, even as Handy Man walks out of the back, ambulance sirens shrieking behind him. He takes a quick look around his perimeter before marching down the aisle. ~

Hood: Handy Man has to be considered the favorite now, guys. While Bifford took hits from both Smokey and Homeboy, and Playboy G fought a spirited match with Parker, Handy’s been sitting in the back, not taking a thing.

Smith: It’s a great advantage, and Handy owes it all to the Vice-President, who apparently just wanted revenge on Shag-Nasty. The question here is, will Shag make an appearance?

Warrick: Next up, coming down the aisle, standing 6’6” and weighing 270 lbs, he’s the current Intercontinental Champion, and is looking to add to his collection, here is Playboy G!

~ As the Ruff Ryders anthem plays, the crowd continues to boo. It doesn’t matter which member of the Lords of Pain it is, they just don’t seem to like them. Playboy G doesn’t care, though, heading quickly to the ring, with Brittany again at his side. He enters between the ropes and looks over at Handy, then steps forward, offering a handshake. Handy returns it, as the boos grow even louder. ~

Jones: Looks like the Big Bifford’s worst fears were just realized.

Hood: Yes, the Lords of Pain aren’t going to be breaking up here. This one really is looking like a handicap match.

Smith: You can say it will be if you want, gents. But honestly? With all the ego that’s in that ring? And with the OCW Heavyweight Championship up for grabs? This friendship isn’t going to last.

Warrick: Finally, the third opponent of this World Title match, he stands 6’4” tall, and weighs an unbelievable 600 pounds! Here is the former United States champion, the Big Bifford!

~ The audience breaks into loud cheers as the Big Bifford’s shadow appears in the entryway, blocking out the light behind him. He comes forward, with “Gangsta’s Paradise” behind him, as the camera shows some fans nearby swinging to the music. Loser-rr walks out with him, but Martha Stewart is not there. They head slowly for the ring, talking strategy on the way. ~

Hood: It appears that Bifford’s left Stewart at the back, for her own safety.

Jones: Smart move, really. Stewart’s a great chef, but a lousy fighter. And with the Lords of Pain, any weakness will be attacked.

Smith: Now we’ll truly find out Bifford’s mettle, guys. He’s facing the best of the best in the OCW. Can he survive?

~ Bifford reaches the ring and looks in, where both Playboy G and Handy Man are waiting for him, with grins on their faces. Bifford hesitates, knowing that he’ll be going into the fire, but then shrugs, as if to say “what the hell”. He then grabs the ropes and pulls himself up, entering the squared circle. Playboy G and Handy Man immediately charge, both landing huge hits on Bifford’s back as he tries to stand. The double-team commences. Bifford fights back, swinging at both men, and actually knocks Playboy G backwards with a blow. But Handy stops him with a shot to the kidneys, and Playboy G moves back in, slamming an elbow into the large man’s head. This stuns him enough for the two men to get in more hits, pressing Bifford against the ropes. They then work together to yank Bifford across the ring, where he rebounds on the other side and comes back, right into a pair of kicks to the face. Bifford falls, crashing to the ground, even as the two Lords of Pain do a quick pose, knowing that they have things under control. ~

Jones: So far, it’s just like we expected. Bifford is in for a lot of punishment in the next hour.

Smith: But, sooner or later, Jones, one of these guys is going to go for the pin. How will the two decide who gets the World Title?

Hood: For now, it’s a moot point, Smith, because the duo is still working over the Big Bifford.

~ As Bifford starts to regain his feet, Handy Man moves in, catching Biff with a few quick shots to the jaw. He then kicks Bifford in the stomach, bendng him over, then goes for a fameasser. But Bifford shows his power, standing back up and flipping Handy Man upside down. The former Hardcore champion shows some agility, managing to land on his feet, but Bifford moves in, picking Handy Man in the air and slamming him on his back. Before he can do more, Playboy G comes back in, hammering Biff with a series of martial arts maneuvers. He ends it with a jumping roundhouse kick, which snaps Bifford back, then sends him falling forward on his face. Playboy G then turns to where Handy Man has gotten back up, and waves him back in. They both smash their heels into Bifford’s back, kicking away at him, even while Loser-rr, on the outside, yells for Bifford to get up. The Lords of Pain haul Bifford back up and, this time, both lock him around the shoulders, going for a double-suplex! They strain, but before they can lift the heavyweight into the air, Bifford drops his full weight backwards, DDT’ing both wrestlers! The crowd explodes at the shot. ~

Smith: I can’t believe how this crowd has become such a big supporter of the Big Bifford! I mean, didn’t they always hate him before?

Jones: Things have changed, Smith, and besides, the fans always love an underdog, especially one fighting such a hated group as the Lords of Pain.

~ Bifford gets to his feet first, having been the closest to the ropes, but Playboy G is up quickly as well. He turns and runs at Bifford, but the big man is ready for him, lowering a shoulder and flipping the Intercontinental Champion outside the ring! Playboy G hits hard, flattening out on the soft mats, as Bifford moves towards the rising Handy Man in the ring. He grabs the hardcore extremist, but Handy Man pushes off, running to the ropes and coming back with a flying forearm to the jaw. Bifford staggers back, but doesn’t go down, even as Handy Man stands. He runs for the turnbuckle, wasting no time in springing up to the top. Handy then turns and takes flight, trying an axehandle shot, but Bifford catches him in the midsection with a punch, sending him flipping head over heels. As Handy hits, Bifford drops an elbow, planting it in Handy’s chest. He then grabs the legs, making the first cover of the match. ~

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~ Before the second count can hit, Playboy G is back in the ring, breaking up the attempt. He kicks Bifford repeatedly, taking advantage of having the big man on the ground, even as Handy Man rolls to his stomach, trying to recover. Playboy G pulls up the Big Bifford, karate-chopping him in the windpipe to keep him off-balance. The Intercontinental Champion then grabs Bifford by the head and twists him around and down with a neckbreaker, hammering the heavy-set wrestler to the mat. Playboy G rolls off and out of the way, even as Handy Man, who had gotten up and climbed part of the turnbuckle, leaps off with the Handysault! He plants it perfectly, landing square in Bifford’s belly, which sends Handy bouncing upward again a few inches before he settles. He then grabs for one of Bifford’s treetrunk legs, making the cover, even as the referee scoots around Playboy G and drops for the count. ~

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KICKOUT!!

Hood: That was nearly the end of this one, guys. And, surprisingly, Playboy G didn’t try to break up the attempt! If Bifford hadn’t kicked out, Handy Man would be the new World Champion!

Smith: I’ve gotta admit, that’s surprising, Hood. Playboy G is not exactly the most charitable guy in the OCW. I know that he badly wants the World Title. I don’t know, maybe the Lords of Pain have a deal worked out or something, to share the belt. Is that even possible?

Jones: Anything’s possible with the Lords of Pain.

~ Handy Man gets up, a little put off that Bifford kicked out. He waves Playboy G over, and the two wrestlers pull Bifford to his feet. As Playboy G pushes Bifford backwards, keeping him unstable, Handy Man goes back to the turnbuckle, pushing himself up on top. He looks where Bifford’s standing and grins evilly, knowing that his team has such an advantage. He takes flight, going for a big-time splash, but Bifford again surprises, raising his arms and catching Handy Man in midair| He spins around, as if to plant Handy Man in the center of the mat with a powerslam, something that could possibly end Handy’s career. But Playboy G is there again, launching into a dropkick that knocks Bifford off his feet, causing Handy to land back on top of him. It looks like another pin attempt, but instead of trying, Handy Man pushes off, pointing to Playboy G to keep things rolling. With a smile, Playboy G does just that, moving in and grabbing the Big Bifford’s legs. With an extreme effort, he twists them together, stepping over to complete the variation of the Centerfold Stretch! Bifford’s eyes grow wide as he feels the burn, even as the referee moves in to watch. ~

Jones: This could be it! One of the most devestating moves in the OCW’s history is now locked onto the Big Bifford! How much can he take?

Hood: I don’t know, Jones. Very few have ever escaped the Centerfold Stretch!

~ Handy Man watches, nearly doubled over in laughter, as Playboy G continues to wrench Bifford’s legs into the shape of a pretzel. The heavyweight struggles, trying to use his bulk to pull himself to the ropes, even as the referee watches them both carefully, looking for any sign of Bifford giving up. Handy Man, meanwhile, walks near the ropes, resting an arm on it, as he watches with undisguised glee. But as he does, Handy Man doesn’t see the dirty man coming down the aisle at a full sprint, aiming straight for Handy. Shannon Shag-Nasty rushes past a couple of startled ring security guards, letting out an inarticulate yell as he reaches under the ropes, grabbing the startled wrestler’s legs and pulling him first down, then out of the ring! Handy Man tries to turn and fight, but Shag-Nasty is going beserk, firing shot after shot into the wrestler. Playboy G, seeing what’s going on, immediately drops the submission hold, a major break for Bifford, and starts to go to his friend’s aid. Before he can get far, though, a stretching Bifford grabs his foot, tripping him up and sending Playboy G on his face. Playboy G tries to get right back up, but Bifford’s there, grabbing him and dropping with a double-arm DDT. Both wrestlers stay on the mat, even as Handy Man and Shag-Nasty continue to brawl on the outside. ~

Smith: What a wild turn of events! Would someone please get that idiot out of here? He’s ruining a perfectly good match!

Hood: Shag-Nasty is obviously in a rage after having his title shot basically stripped from him. Handy’s giving him a good fight, but Shag doesn’t look to be feeling any pain right now!

~ Almost in sync with what Hood was saying, Shag-Nasty takes a vicious punch to the jaw, spins, and grabs Handy Man’s head, going for the Nasty Snap! Before he can, though, Handy Man shoves him off, into the apron. As Shag comes back, Handy Man grabs him and lifts, getting the Handy Drop! Shag flips to the ground, landing on the concrete, as Handy Man stays on his knees, tired out. Surprisingly, though, Shag pulls himself back up, barely showing any pain from the fall. As he does, security comes pouring out of the back, racing to the ring. Shag-Nasty turns, seeing them coming, and roars, causing the first few to stop in their tracks. Shag-Nasty then spins and runs, leaping over the guardrail like a high-hurler and making tracks up the aisleway, past many startled fans. Security guards follow, trying to subdue the madman, even as Handy Man tries to pull himself up outside the ring. Meanwhile, the fight continues inside, as a hurting Bifford gets to his feet, moving towards the downed Playboy G. He pulls the man up and lifts him into the air, showing his great strength. A second later, he drops Playboy G on his head with a version of the michinoku driver. Playboy G flops on the mat, in a tremendous amount of pain from the head trauma he just took. Bifford rolls over, putting all of his weight on the man, and makes his own pin attempt, going for the gold. The ref drops down, ready to make the count. ~

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~ The count doesn’t finish, as Handy Man comes back in with a desperation dive, hitting the Big Bifford in the back of the head. All three wrestlers stay down for a second, then Handy Man pulls himself up, staggering slightly. Bifford follows, while Playboy G stays down for a moment, taking a breather. Handy Man throws a couple of punches into Bifford’s stomach, hurting him, then uses a jawbreaker to devestating effect… for both wrestlers. Bifford goes down to his back, but Handy Man isn’t in any better shape, actually rolling outside of the ring due to the pain. He falls off the apron and lands like a sack of potatoes, not doing anything to stop the impact. In the ring, Playboy G slowly pulls himself up, looking like he’s running low on energy. But he’s the only man standing, and he realizes it. As Bifford starts to sit up, Playboy G shoots a kick into his kisser, knocking him back down. Playboy G then drops down on top of him, going for another cover. ~

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Hood: This is an incredible match! All three men have given their all, back and forth, yet none have been able to finish it off!

Smith: It’s still anyone’s ballgame, guys.

~ On the outside of the ring, Handy Man uses the apron to pull himself slowly back up. But for the second time in this match, he’s attacked by an outsider, as Loser-rr comes over and knocks his legs out from under him! Loser-rr then leans over him, choking the man, even as the fans nearby cheer his efforts. In the ring, Playboy G gets up, shaking his head. He looks over at the ref, wanting this match over with, but the ref signals two, keeping it going. The Intercontinental Champion shakes his head, then looks back at Bifford with a grin, seeing that he’s in the center of the ring. Playboy G moves in, going for the legs once again, attempting to lock on the Centerfold Stretch for a devestating second time. Before he can get it, though, Bifford boots him off, knocking Playboy G to his rear. Bifford then sits up, working his way to his feet. Both men rise at once, but Bifford gets there first, grabbing Playboy G and spinning him over with a spinebuster! Bifford then goes for another cover, keeping the action intense! ~

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KICKOUT!!!

Jones: No! I thought that would be it, but Playboy G’s still fighting!

Hood: After that war with Parker, and the hits that Bifford has landed, what on earth could Playboy G still have left?

Smith: Pride, gentlemen. Pride.

~ Bifford takes his time getting up, very disappointed that the match is continuing. Meanwhile, on the outside, Loser-rr has lost his advantage, as a furious Handy Man is now hammering his forehead into the railing, with shot after shot. It’s become a hardcore match out there. Inside the ring, Bifford pulls Playboy G up, lifting him into the air and knocking the breath out of him with a gutbuster. Playboy G rolls on the canvas, in a lot of pain, even as Bifford leans on his knees, fatigue eating away at him. He starts to walk towards his foe, then suddenly stops, as a figure appears on the apron, holding something. It’s Killer Kali, smiling, and holding a small tree in one hand. Bifford steps back, not sure what to do, even as Kali enters the ring. The ref tries to stop him, but Kali swats the striped official down with his free arm, even as he approaches Bifford with his greatest fear. Bifford moves against the far ropes, shaking his head no, even as the crowd lets Kali have it, booing him with all their power. Playboy G, meanwhile, slowly pulls himself up, knowing that something is going down. ~

Jones: What in the hell is Kali doing out here? Why didn’t Ace ban him again, like he did for the other match??

Smith: Now, c’mon, Jones! After all the interference we’ve already seen in this one on behalf of Bifford, are you really going to whine about Playboy G’s friend showing up? Hell, I’m surprised it took this long!

Hood: Bifford looks petrified. The guy just can’t stand trees!

~ Bifford leans on the ropes, with nowhere to go, as Killer Kali waves to Playboy G. The two men approach the terrified wrestler, even as, on the outside, Handy Man continues to beat the daylights out of Loser-rr. Kali gets close, shoving the top of the tree towards Bifford’s face. Bifford leans back as far as he can go, desperately trying to stay away from it. The crowd starts up a chant just then, yelling “Bifford” over and over again. Kali, not caring about them, swats Bifford across the face with the edge of the tree, knocking off some of the leaves. Playboy G lets out a small laugh next to him. But, suddenly, Bifford reaches out, grabbing the tree and yanking it away from Kali’s grip! He swings the heavier end at them, breaking the tree’s base as it cracks across both men! Kali takes the worst of it, as the pot shatters across his forehead. The shards fly towards Playboy G, followed by the heavy, compact sod where the roots are located. It breaks as well, with the edge of the tree limb cracking down the side, as Playboy G topples to the ground. Bifford quickly throws the tree out of the ring and starts running his hands feverously across his pants, as if to get rid of a disease, while the fans cheer loudly. ~

Hood: I can’t believe it! Bifford was able to block his fear long enough to do the damage to his foes! Killer Kali may need stitches after that hit!!

Smith: I guess that tells us how much Bifford wants the belt, because he sure let those two guys have it!

~ Killer Kali, his face a bloody mess, rolls out of the ring, leaving a trail of red behind him. Playboy G, meanwhile, tries to get up, his face blackened from the dark soil the tree had been planted in. The Big Bifford is right there waiting for the man, though, grabbing him and dropping him with the Biff End!! Playboy G’s head cracks on the mat, taking a horrible blow. Outside, Handy Man delivers one final shot to Loser-rr, sending him plummeting with the Handy Slam into the railing. Handy gets back up, shaking his head clear, then looks into the ring, where he sees his downed ally. Bifford gets up, not attempting the pinfall. Handy sees him on his feet and starts to enter, but is once again grabbed from behind….. by Titan 3!!! Before Handy can do anything, Titan 3 yanks him around and drops him with Ground Zero!! Handy Man sprawls out, not moving, as Titan 3 spits down on him, then turns immediately and leaves, holding his side, which is still bandaged from the hit he took a few weeks before. ~

Hood: What a hit! I don’t think Handy Man’s going to be getting up anytime soon!

Smith: Yeah, what god did he piss off? I mean, that’s the third outsider who’s attacked him in this match, for pete’s sake!!

Jones: With Handy and Kali down, Bifford’s got a real chance here. So why isn’t he going for the cover? Wait, where is he going? Oh, man, he’s not thinking of…

Smith: Yep, he is. He’s going up!

~ Indeed, Bifford is slowly climbing up the turnbuckle, a move that has not worked for him in a long time. The fans are behind him, though, keeping the “Go Bifford Go” chant loud and continuous. Playboy G, in the center of the ring, is not moving. The only evidence of him still living is his chest, rising up and down in a regular rhythm. Bifford nearly loses his balance, causing a gasp from the audience, but he manages to hang on, pulling himself fully upright. The turnbuckle seems to be bending downwards, and could break at any time. Outside the ring, Killer Kali is trying to get up, knowing that his partner is in trouble. But it’s too late to stop the big man, as, unbelievably, the Big Bifford takes flight!! His leap is not huge, and his altitude doesn’t climb, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s dead on target. The ring shakes, but somehow doesn’t collapse inwards, as Bifford plants himself on top of Playboy G. The ref flies upwards from the impact, falling onto his back, as everything stops for an eternal instant from the blow. ~

Crowd: HOLY S@#$!!!!!

~ After a second of recovering, almost as if he’s waiting for aftershocks, the ref turns, to see a prone Big Bifford still lying on top of Playboy G, who isn’t moving. The ref immediately pushes himself across the ring, going to make the count, as the crowd chants along with him. ~

1…..

2…..

3!!!!!!!

Hood: He did it! He did it! My god, the mother-f*cker did it!!!!

Warrick: Here is your winner, and the NEW OCW Heavyweight Champion of the World!! The Big Bifford!!!!

~ Bifford pulls himself up in the ring, even as a badly injured Playboy G rolls painfully to the outside, where Killer Kali reaches up and grabs him. The two stare into the ring, still in shock, then head around to where Handy Man is trying to rise. Inside the ring, Bifford drops to both knees, nearly crying, as the referee reenters and hands the man the World Title, previously worn by Silverfreak almost a month ago. Bifford raises it in the air, as the crowd releases another huge cheer for the big man. Marsha Stewart rolls into the ring, with Martin the Chef behind her, both celebrating with Bifford. Loser-rr’s still lying where Handy Man planted him, out cold. ~

Hood: What an unbelievable victory! I still can’t believe it, but that guy in the ring is now at the top of the ladder in the OCW!!!

Smith: Yeah, we’ll have to see how long the ladder can hold, with all that weight at the top!

Jones: Say what you want, Smith, but the Big Bifford proved himself beyond a shadow of a doubt here tonight! He deserves that belt, and I guarantee to you that he’ll wear it proudly!!

Hood: It’s been a fantastic night of wrestling, and we thank you for joining us during it! We’ll see you next week! Goodnight!!!

~ The camera shot goes back to the Big Bifford, still celebrating with his wife and his chef, even as the Lords of Pain start up the aisle. Handy Man still looks a little stunned at the turn of events, helping Killer Kali with Playboy G, who is really favoring his ribcage. They all turn at once, glaring back at the Big Bifford, and you know that this feud is not over. The picture slowly fades out, ending the PPV. ~

(OOC: That’d be it, ladies and gents! Congratulations to all the winners. There were some great rp’ers in this one, and I gotta admit, choosing the World Champ was nearly impossible. Please leave your feedback on the OOC Board, so I know what everyone thinks. Peace, Ace)

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