The cameras pan across the Jerusalem country side, site of the crucifixion of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is shown, footage of the resurrection reenactment plays. A deep booming voice, starts reading Genesis chapter one.
Deep voice: "In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth, the earth was formless and empty, and darkness covered the deep waters, and the spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters
In the beginning, President Dean founded Online Championship Wrestling, it thrived under him in the late 90s to early 2000s, from there, Dean rested, and Online Championship Wrestling was resurrected in 2005, only to rest again shortly there after. President Dean and company brought back Online Championship Wrestling one final time in January 2014. Scott Syren, Lurrr, Pryde, Danny B, Amber Ryan, Ian Bishop, Sean Fuller, MJ Bell, Bob Grenier, Chad Vargas, Kenshin Takamura, Brianna Casablancas, Noah McKenzie, The Big Bifford, Dangerous Dan, all the big name players put OCW back on the Wrestling map. The Dean and Lurrr swerve was quite possibly the best wrestling angle in the business, shortly after Clash of the Coast, Dean was burnt out. Dean could not and would not run day to day operations in OCW any longer, that was no secret.
He resigned and the fate of OCW was up in the air, until Treat Cassidy was able to put his money up and buy the rights to OCW. Many of the big name players left. Danny B, Amber Ryan, Dangerous Dan, Bob Grenier, Sean Fuller and PerZag we're a few to stick around. Many we're untrusting of Treat Cassidy's leadership, those who stayed though helped prove Cassidy's critics wrong. In a matter of one month, 30 short days, Treat Cassidy and Jack Kenny rose OCW back to the top. Solidifying new contracts, bringing back old faces, and running the company their way, all the while treating every member of the OCW roster equally.
Ian Bishop made his return, in a authority role as Massacre GM, unable to compete but still making his presence felt week after week. MJ Bell also made her triumphant return to OCW winning the Southern Championship from Sean Fuller. Amber Ryan defeated Ana Archia to win the vacant Western championship, setting up a match for the ages against newly crowned Northeastern champion, PerZag and Central champion, Danny B. This match takes center stage this evening, as the four go to battle. The winner will unify all four championships, and OCW will crown a World Heavyweight champion, the first OCW champion since 2005, when Scott Syren last held the championship.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. Come one come all to the party that never ends. A party that will leave you surprised, excited, saddened, elated, and depressed. Genesis comes to you LIVE, from the Holy City of Jerusalem, Israel - and It comes to you, NOW!!!
Fireworks and pyros blast off from the entrance ramp, cameras pan around the Teddy Colesium in Jerusalem. Fans traveled far to come get their piece of the OCW pie. There are also alot of robe wearing, long haired natives coming to either support the OCW product or start a mass killing it any second. Signs held high around the arena as the cameras make their way around each corner. "JESUS WILL YOU SHAVE 4 ME?" "DANNY B PUT UP OR SHUT UP!" "HALL OF FAME? WHERES GRENIER & VARGAS?" "Jesus Was a Carpenter, so is Caution!" the cameras then slowly focus in on the commentary table where Smith and Hood are sitting, dressed up for the evening's festivities.
Smith: Welcome to GENESIS!!! I am so excited to be here! I absolutely cannot wait for what's in store for us this evening!
Hood: Me either, Smith, believe it or not I think we've got a fantastic fucking show set up tonight. Despite the 54 hour flight here, I am pumped to be here! Jerusalem! It's more modern then I thought.
Smith: What exactly we're you expecting?
Hood: I don't know, pyramids, Moses shouting the ten commandments, shit like that. Fuck off Smith.
Smith: Before we kick off the show, I am receiving word that we have some action backstage!
Backstage, Max Corbin is seen gearing up for his Pay-Per-View debut, shadow boxing in a corner hyping himself up for the biggest match of his career to date. The 7’0” tall mammoth of a man that is the Green Monster stands beside Corbin, giving him advice and hyping him up for his big match, while Massacre GM Ian Bishop and Mack Hollywood stroll by. Hollywood stops and double takes on the two jokes of wrestlers and nudges Bishop.
Mack Hollywood: Can you believe these fuckin’ cheese graters, boss!?
Ian Bishop: A bunch of fucking losers if you ask me… let’s go have some fun, Mack.
Mack smiles and swings his shoulders loosening his leather jacket just incase shit gets too deep, Mack and Bishop walk up to The Monster and Corbin. They stand behind them for a few seconds before Corbin turns his head and notices them.
Max Corbin: Just what do you two buzzards want?
Ian looks down to the ground, smirking, as he looks back up at Corbin with a glare.
Ian Bishop: Buzzards, eh? If I wasn’t mistaken Mack, it’s me getting inducted into the Hall of Fame tonight and we got Max here in the opening match for the PPV getting tips from a gigantic idiot.
Mack Hollywood: A gigantic idiot that hasn’t even won a match since his arrival. I’m sensing some disrespect here, boss.
Before Ian can answer Mack, Corbin steps closer to the Hall of Famer and the Head of Security.
Max Corbin: Last I checked, I don’t give a shit who you are or what you’re status is. I am Max Corbin and I am a Wrestling God!
Ian and Mack stare at each other for a moment as they both start laughing. Ian slaps his knee as Mack is trying to not suffocate from laughing so hard. Ian composes himself, stares at Max who is completely serious, and laughs again uncontrollably.
Ian Bishop: You? A wrestling god? Really? Maybe you should quit the wrestling business and become a FUCKING COMEDIAN! ...But seriously Max, you should care who I am because I am the one who decides if you and your big fucking friend here keeps your jobs tonight. If you apologize to me, I will let you keep your jobs.
Max Corbin looks back to Green Monster and the two confer indistinctly before Corbin turns his attention back to Bishop.
Max Corbin: I am certain that I was invited to this fine country by Treat Cassidy. The same Treat Cassidy who signs my paychecks. I don’t see Ian Bishop’s name anywhere on any of my checks or visas, only his. But, I am sorry, Ian… Sorry, I don’t kick your fucking ass right here and now!
Ian looks over at Mack as Max and the Monster gear up for a fight. Ian nods to Mack to takes out his gat and hands it to him. Max and the Monster’s eye widen as Ian looks to take the safety off, realizing it’s already off.
Ian Bishop: Want to fucking say that to me again, Max? I got a lot of SHIT going down tonight and I don’t need your punk ass threatening me. If you want to revise your statement Max… NOW IS THE FUCKING TIME TO DO SO!
Green Monster nudges Corbin, telling him to stand his ground.
Max Corbin: You aren’t going to shoot me with that peashooter, so put it away before you hurt yourself. I’ve got a match to go win.
Corbin turns his back on Bishop and Hollywood and goes back to his shadow boxing routine, Mack looks at Bishop who is now furious.
Mack Hollywood: Fuck this guy up, boss.
Without warning, Bishop points up and lodges a bullet into the Monster’s skull as he collapses in front of Corbin. Corbin turns around as Ian smashes the grip of the gun into Corbin’s forehead, blood starting to pour from his forehead. Corbin falls to the ground as he points the gun and fires a shot into Corbin’s knee. Corbin starts to scream as Ian hands Mack his gat back.
Ian Bishop: If anyone asks… we’ll blame it on the Hamas. Let’s get the fuck out of here.
Mack tucks his piece back into his waist band and turns to get away from the scene with his boss, but quickly turns around and races back to the fallen and screaming Corbin. He leans over Corbin’s body.
Mack Hollywood: Now go win your match now, you fucking pussy!
Mack spits a juicy loogie in Corbin’s face, adding insult to severe injury as Mack and Bishop race off leaving Corbin screaming in pain next to his dead friend, The Green Monster. The scene quickly dissolves, shooting back to Smith and Hood
Smith: HOLY CRAP! Ian Bishop just shot the Green Monster dead! In cold Blood!
Hood: Well yeah, how the fuck else did you suppose he do it!? Fuckin' Ian Bishop! My nigga!
Smith: Hood, he just KILLED a man on live television
Hood: Yeah but he sucked anyway.
Smith: This man had a family! A mom! A dad!
Hood: Who probably hated him any fuckin' way. C'mon Smith, let's just watch the damn match. Now we're one loser shy of a battle Royal!
Smith: You are unbelievable, do you know that? Well moving on, we open tonight's show with the first inductee into the hall of fame.
‘Paradise city’ plays as Jack Kenny, all suited and booted for the occasion steps out onto the Genesis stage, he waves at the fans before heading down to the ring, stepping on, and placing himself behind a podium.
Kenny: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our first hall of fame inductee for the evening. This man came into OCW with a large amount of fanfare, not wanting to wait for his contract to expire elsewhere before showing his face. We’ve seen him go through ups and downs in this business, he has really had to work his way to the top. We’ve seen him go through a change of heart, go insane, bury hatchets and become one of the fan favourites around here. Tonight he defends his honour for potentially the last time as he goes into the world heavyweight championship match. Please welcome, “The Ripper” Danny B.
“Ravenheart” plays through the arena, as Danny B steps out from behind the curtain. His usual attire replaced by the grey suit seen earlier this week. He quietly makes his way into the ring, shaking the hand of Kenny as he takes his place behind the podium.
Danny: Right, well, I’m not going to keep you hear forever, I’m sure Ian Bishop will waste half the show later on tonight talking about himself, so I’m gonna get right down to the point.
If you’ll all indulge me, I’d like to take a minute to talk about my mother…
A few member of the audience chuckle.
Danny: In all seriousness though, I haven’t come here to talk about what I have done, and what I have achieved, you all know this, it’s why you inducted me into the hall, so I am here to talk about you.
You see some people just don’t want to understand what you people mean to a business like that, whether it’s the thousands of you that sit here tonight in the holy land, or the ten fans that showed up to watch alongside the drunken revellers in a bar in the middle of nowhere on the first show back.
You people out there are what makes this place come alive, all of you that voted for me, and voted for others while you were at it. Those of you that show up week in and week out, that show the same level of dedication no matter what. You people I thank, because without you, there would be no me.
Danny pauses to look round at the fans, soaking in the tremendous response.
Danny: Tonight is a monumental night for me as you all know, either I win the world championship tonight, or I go home. And I have to say, no matter what happens later, I thank you all for pushing me to be here, for keeping me going when I’d had enough. This company is alive, it’s heart beats because of all of you, we are a community, a brotherhood, and you people keep that alive.
You all know what a week it’s been for me, I lost a close friend, a mentor only two days ago, and tonight, my emotions are through the roof, no thanks to you lot. I want you all to know, this isn’t me turning my back on you, this isn’t me turning my back on OCW, or my legacy in the wrestling world. For ten years my reapers have followed me round the globe, whether they hated me or loved me, they have always been there, and sometimes you just have to come and realize that if you aren’t putting on the best show for your fans, then you shouldn’t be putting on any show whatsoever.
So, I should probably wrap this up, unlike some other hall of fame inductees this evening I actually have something to do at a PPV. No offence Dean!
Before I go, I want to give my list of thanks. To my wife and son, you have been my motivation to not only push me well and beyond my limits, to be the best that I can be at all times, you have taught me that you always have to follow your heart. Outside of this company I have a couple of names I want to throw out there, to J.Rish, Angelica and Alex Cain, the three of you took me under your wing and taught me how Americans do it, without you my legacy would not have been in place before OCW. So thank you. Hank Gunyon and Dan Highlander, you both taught me that it doesn’t matter if you don’t always fit in, sometimes being yourself is better than trying to be something you’re not, and the fans will come to see that in time.
Here in OCW I want to thank Dean, he gave me a shot, one that I shouldn’t of had, and he helped guide me through what it’s like to not be on the grand stage, to understand that it doesn’t matter whether ten or ten thousand people are there, each one of the matters. To Treat Cassidy and Jack Kenny, whom without we wouldn’t be here tonight, and we wouldn’t be having this Pay Per View, thank you for being there when OCW needed you.
Importantly, thank you to Anubis. We didn’t always see eye to eye, but you taught me everything I know, you were a friend, a mentor, and some kind of stability in this crazy world. Amber, my tag team partner, my greatest enemy. Tonight we have a chance once again to prove why we are the best in the world at what we do, we have gone through so much together over these last five years, and we have come out of it better and stronger than ever. There is no one I would ever want to call a tag team partner more than you, and no one I would rather face in that ring.
And finally, thank you to each and every one of you, for supporting me, for hating me, for voting for me. If tonight is going to be the last night that Danny B enters into a wrestling ring, then I am going to make sure that you all get what you deserve, my very best.
Fear the reaper!
“Ravenheart” plays again as Danny steps away from the podium, exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp. The camera cuts to the commentary table.
Smith: A heart-warming acceptance speech from Danny B there.
Hood: Could mean nothing though, if he loses tonight, it’s all gone. Idiot.
Smith: What a legacy he will leave behind though. Now, time to get to the action, our opening match is next!
Belvedere: The following contest is the "Oh Shit!" Over The Top Rope Battle Royal! The rules are simple, eliminations occur when a participant is sent over the top rope and both feet touch the floor.
The lights in the arena are engulfed into the darkness, capturing the attention of the audience who turned the heads towards the entrance ramp. "Nation of Violence" by Dale Oliver began to play through the sound system and emerging from the tunnel was Hiroyoshi Suzuki, who embraced the cheers of the audience, spreading his arms out wide as he went down on one knee.
Watch him do it, they never thought he could
Belvedere: Introducing first ... from Anjō, Aichi, Japan weighing two hundred thirty four pounds ... he is the "Master of Perfection" HIROYOSHI SUZUKI!
At this point Suzuki is standing in the center of the ring, after sling-shooting himself over the ring ropes. He hoists himself up onto the turnbuckle, and spreads his arms out wide once again, his eyes closed however a smile on his face.
Smith: A great opportunity here for the participants in this contest. As we know, the winner walks away with a contract to a number one contendership of their choosing.
Hood: I think it's fucked. Half the people in this match are debuting and they get an opportunity like that right off the bat?
Smith: Well with what we've seen from a few of them, I don't suspect that management made a bad call. Though what started out as six, has since turned into five as we found out earlier.
"Lap Dance" by N.E.R.D. hits the arena as Jonny Ruff walks out from behind the curtain dancing in the most ridiculous manner ever. The crowd laughs a bit as he makes his way down toward the ring.
Belvedere: Next, from Cumberland, New Jersey ... weighing in at two hundred twelve pounds .... he is JOHNNY RUFF!!!
Ruff climbs into the ring looking anxious and full of awe as his music dies down.
Hood: Oh is that a fucking rookie if I ever saw one.
Smith: Nothing wrong with chasing a dream.
Hood: Whatever.
"Close to the Heart" by Rush hits as The Green Bastard walks out in his full costume looking amped and ready to go.
Belvedere: From Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds .... THE GREEN BASTARD!!!
He climbs into the ring, taking to the turnbuckle to get the crowd pumped just as well.
Hood: I don't give a shit how many times they say it ... I refuse to believe that bastard weighs two thirty. I'm thinking more like three fifty.
Smith: Oh stop ... just stop.
The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Belvedere: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred forty four pounds, she is...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Pyros shoot up from both sides of the entrance ramp as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory among ENRAGED fans before she reaches the ring steps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.
Hood: YES! Finally! This makes watching this rookie shit fest worth it. Hot chicks mean ratings!
Smith: Miss Twilight is actually the most experienced wrestler in this match. I hate to dash your great reasoning for wanting to see her, of course. But facts are facts.
Hood: You think I give a shit? I'm busy here checking out her ass. Stop boring me with your facts!
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Imaginary" by Evanescence begins to play, as Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black miniskirt, burgundy leggings, black leather heeled ankle boots and on this ocassion, the top she'd stolen from Sarah's hotel room. Lilith proceeds to skips down to the ring holding a giant lollypop in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. The crowd look on confused but begin to boo her despite the fact that she looks so cheerful.
Belvedere: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds.... she is LILITH!!!
Lilith eventually reaches the ring and locates a child sitting front row, she passes him her giant lollypop. Lilith then skips around the outside of the ring, placing her teddy bear on the turnbuckle and bounces up onto the ring apron, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses to them all. Despite the gesture, the over-emphasis of cheerfulness was meant in obvious sarcasm. The crowd was able to pick up on that fact as well. She climbs through the ropes still smiling and waving to everyone whilst waiting for the match to begin.
Hood: Now I have four good reasons to watch this match! Fuck yeah!
Smith: Four reasons? There's only two wom ... nevermind. Disgusting, simply disgusting.
Hood: I dig crazy chicks too. She wants to get down and dirty with the redhead and I am fucking psyched to see that!
Smith: That doesn't even surprise me.
The bell rings and an enraged Sarah Twilight makes a bee line for Lilith. However, she is interrupted by Hiroyoshi who gets into her path and immediately grabs her tossing her over the top rope. Sarah catches herself and lands on the apron. Hiroyoshi sends a roundhouse kick her way, which she ducks. He moves in to force her from the apron and she responds with a headbutt to the bridge of his nose which backs him off right away.
Johnny Ruff and The Green Bastard tangle with a standard collar and elbow tie up. The less experienced Ruff finds himself on the losing end of that situation as TGB shifts over into a waist lock and eventually to a belly to back side slam. Lilith remains in a corner all to herself, smiling and watching Sarah closely.
Smith: The action taking off right away! Almost a quick elimination courtesy of Hiroyoshi as well.
Hood: I would be very pissed off if one of the only two chicks out here was dumped the match right off the bat.
Smith: Quick rundown of those in the match. Many of you are familiar with the Green Bastard already, and his antics. He looks to cement himself a legacy with a victory here tonight. Hiroyoshi Suzuki has quite an impressive following from his previous work in the sport. A victory for him tonight would undoubtedly skyrocket his stock here.
Hood: Who gives a shit? Blah bah blah is all I hear from you.
Smith: Anyhow, the remaining three are newcomers to OCW. Johhny Ruff a former pizza maker who is chasing his dream. And wat an opportunity he has here tonight! Lilith, the most ... unique person we have come across in quite some time seems to have an affinity for teddy bears and quite an affection for the final participant in the contest, Sarah Twilight. Sarah has an extensive background in the world of professional wrestling and has her chance to earn her place tonight here as well. Quite an opportunity for each of them. Everything at stake.
Sarah climbs back into the ring from the apron with Hiroyoshi backed off and YANKS him down to the canvas with a jumping neckbreaker. Hiroyoshi sits up, a bit dazed and caught off guard by the neckbreaker. But as he does, Sarah runs at him and blasts him in the face with a snap kick. Meanwhile, The Green Bastard comes off the ropes, stops for a moment and pumps up the crowd before dropping a HUGE thigh across the throat and chest of Johnny Ruff. Ruff bounces up and down on the canvas, clutching at his throat a bit. Green Bastard rolls back up and looks out in all directions of the crowd and getting uber pumped up. He bounces off the ropes again and goes for BIG air this time on a second legdrop. But Ruff rolls out of the way and the Bastard meets nothing but canvas. Lilith remains in her own corner, leaning comfortably with her eyes fixated on Sarah Twilight and a grin upon her face.
Smith: No one home that time for The Green Bastard! So far an impressive showing from all of these competitors.
Hood: Oh shit, this is about to get good!
After having dispatched of Hiroyoshi for the moment, Sarah immediately sets her sights back on Lilith who has not once taken her eyes away from the redhead. In furious anger, Sarah charges the corner at Lilith who moves away at the last second. Sarah catches herself before smashing into the turnbuckle, however Lilith takes her opportunity with Sarah. She reaches her arms around Sarah from behind and places her hands UNDER Sarah's top, grabbing hold of her breasts.
Hood: She's got titties! She's got titties in her hands! Holy fuck lesbian action! I LOVE THIS SHIT!
Smith: I don't even believe what I'm seeing right now!
Hood: It's fuckin' great ain't it?
Sarah's eyes widen with shock and disgust as she actually has to tilt her head down to comprehend that Lilith has actually just done what she did. Lilith leans her head close against Sarah's back and is smiling like a Cheshire Cat just standing there, holding Sarah's breasts in her hands. Completely repulsed, Sarah grabs Lilith's writs and pulls her hands off of her, turning around to just tear into the bitch. Though as she does, she turns right into a straight side kick to the jaw courtesy of Hiroyoshi that sends her flat down to the canvas.
Hood: Oh COME ON! They were gonna fuck!
Smith: I highly doubt that, Hood. That was simply a display of ... well, I don't even know what that was.
Hood: Dykes! That's what it was!
With Sarah floored, Lilith completely loses it and finally decides to take some action in the match. She grabs hold of Hiroyoshi by the face, digging her long, sharp fingernails in and yelling at him.
Lilith: YOU DON'T TOUCH HER! YOU DON'T TOUCH MY SARAH!!!
Lilith is violently squeezing his face and continues to scream at him. The verbal lashing and face grip doesn't last very long however as Johnny Ruff grabs Lilith from behind for a back body drop that doesn't exactly look flawless. In fact, Lilith is moreso dumped onto her neck than anything and doesn't move at all after the maneuver.
Despite the save by Ruff, Hiroyoshi doesn't offer him a moment's notice after dumping Lilith onto the canvas. Yoshi fires off a European uppercut at the newcomer, and another. Backing Ruff against the ropes. He sends several vicious body shots at Johnny before taking him for an Irish whip that ends up reversed. Hiroyoshi is sent into the ropes instead and on the return ducks a clothesline attempt from Ruff. He continues through, springboarding from the ropes and PLANTING Ruff with a DDT. Ruff is sent down HARD and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope.
Smith: The action so fast paced. Even with just five competitors in this match it's hard to keep track! So far, no eliminations have occured.
Hood: I want to see Lilith and Sarah back at it. Screw the rest of this shit!
Hiroyoshi hops up off of the DDT and walks right into a spinebuster courtesy of the Green Bastard. At this point, Sarah is back to her feet and with Green Bastard being the only person standing at the moment, she heads at him sending several knees to his midsection which somewhat doubles him over. She hooks him up for a suplex.
Smith: There's no way! She's not lifting him!
Hood: If she does, I'm fuckin' outta here!
She pulls him up slightly, but he blocks the attempt and instead hauls her up and over for a suplex of his own. Sarah is sent CRASHING into the canvas. Lilith is finally shaking off the cobwens herself and pushes herslef up slightly. But that attempt is short lived as the Bastard comes BARRELING down onto her with a big body splash drop across her back which floors her once again. Meanwhile, on the outside Johnny Ruff has started searching for a few "additions" to the match to suit his own comfort and style. He sets up a table at ringside which starts getting the crowd worked up into a frenzy. Ruff feeds off this energy and wants to woo the crowd even more and so he douses the entire tabletop in ligher fluid and sets it on FIRE!!!
Smith: This is out of hand now! This is an over the top rope match, not a hardcore bloodbath!
Hood: Hey, the fucker didn't go over the top, he went under. He wants to get himself some toys? I say it makes shit more interesting!
Ruff leaves the flaming table for the time being as he grabs a folding chair and slides back into the ring. The Green Bastard is the first to taste steel as Ruff BLASTS him in the skull with the chair. The Bastard falls back like a lumbering oak tree that had just been chopped down. Hiroyoshi is up and he's the next in line with a STINGING shot across the back that sends him down to his knees in agony. Sarah interrupts the frenzy with a standing dropkick out of nowhere that wobbles Ruff as he remains up on shakey legs. Chair still in hand. Sarah offf the ropes and she comes back to WHAM!!! Ruff SLAMS the chair into her skull as well and the Mistress of Mischief is sent falling back into the canvas. Just for good measure and assurance WHACK! A shot is sent down across Lilith's back and Johnny Ruff is the only one standing in the ring.
Smith: Johnny Ruff cleaning house! Everyone is down and out! That chair making quite a difference.
Hood: It's all legal too. Over the top rope is the only rule.
Smith: The hardcore newcomer might be closing in on a victory with how this is going.
Hiroyoshi uses the ropes to pull himself back up, but the wear and tear is there. Ruff takes his opportunity to grab hold of Susuki by his legs and dump him over the top. Hiroyoshi hangs on to the rope and remains on the apron. He can feel the heat of the flaming table just feet from him. Ruff takes a swing at him which is ducked. Hiroyoshi reponding much like Sarah head earlier with a headbutt of his own that backs Ruff off. Though Yoshi is still recovering from the chair shot and isn't as quick to climb back into the ring.
Smith: Hiryoshi in a bad predicament. He bought himself some time.
Hood: I wanna see a fucker go through the table! This is bullshit if it doesn't happen!
Smith: Right now he's dangerously close to just that fate. The tide of the match has changed drastically over the last several minutes.
Hood: I want to see someone get burned. I don't give a shit about close!
Ruff gathers himself after the headbutt and goes back to his original plan as he grabs hold of the chair and heads at Hiroyoshi once again. He swings the chair straight down to clobber Susuki in the head. But Hiroyoshi pulls down on the rope and sends a kick up into the chair sending it BOUNCING back off the face of Johnny Ruff. He drops the chair and spins around stumbling right into a HARD boot to the gut courtesy of Sarah Twilight.
Smith: Backfired! Now Ruff is in a bit of trouble as the "Mistress of Mischief" as she's called, has him in her own sights!
Hood: What the fuck is she doing?
With Ruff doubled over, Sarah locks him into a double underhook position and steadies her feet firmly on the canvas. She takes in a breath and it was pretty obvious she intended on lifting him.
Hood: I don't know who's crazier, this bitch or Lilith? You ain't lifting him sweetheart!
Smith: I ... I don't believe this!
Sarah strains to pick him up, tigerbomb style and it is evident this was not the easiest of tasks for someone of her size but she does manage to get him up and stumbles forward VERY quickly with his weight in front of her carrying the momentum. Ruff is lifted enough to just BARELY make it over the top rope as Sarah releases the tigerbomb and Ruff is sent CRASHING into the FLAMING TABLE BELOW!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Hood: How the fuck?! There is NO WAY! How the hell did that even HAPPEN?!
Smith: I think this capacity crowd is in just as much awe. That is something I never would have expected to see! What a display of ... strength? Or adrenaline? I don't know!
Belvedere: Johnny Ruff has been eliminated!
As Sarah dumps him over the top, it is obvious she exerted a lot of energy to do so and falls against the ropes herself. Hiroyoshi takes advantage of this and grabs Sarah by the hair immediately as she falls against the ropes and pulls her over. She falls onto the apron outside and clutches hold of the bottom rope. Susuki uses his foot to try and push her off the canvas until out of NOWHERE Lilith charges him and NAILS a jumping knee right to his chin which knocks him from the apron and right INTO Johnny Ruff who was being extinguished in the mingled debris of broken table.
Belvedere: Hiroyoshi Susuki has been eliminated!
Smith: Two eliminations just like that! WOW!
Hood: And then there were three.
Smith: The Green Bastard, Lilith and Sarah Twilight remain in this match and one of the three of them will end up with a contract to a championship opportunity of their choosing.
Hood: Green Bastard? Lucky Bastard right now if you ask me. He's in there by himself with two HOT ass chicks!
Smith: I think we've established that Lilith seems to be interested elsewhere.
Hood: Fuck yeah, that makes it even better that she plays for the other team! Lesbos are fucking hot.
Sarah remains on the apron, still holding the bottom rope and catching her breath after such exertion. Lilith does not attempt to eliminate her and instead turns her sights to the Green Bastard who downs her with a clothesline. Green Bastard into the ropes and comes back with a HUGE elbow drop into her chest. He then hauls her up by the hair and tosses her through the ropes instead of over the top. Lilith is sent to the outside.
Smith: That is not an elimination as she did end up going through the ropes instead over over the top.
Hood: No shit. That goofy bastard just screwed up. He could have had her.
Sarah rolls herself under the bottom rope and back into the ring, taking a moment to get back to her feet. She isn't given any reprieve however as Green Bastard grabs hold of her and sends her for an Irish whip into the turnbuckle. He rushes in behind her for a corner splash but she moves out of the way and he nails nothing but turnbuckle. As he bounces backwards from it, Sarah grabs hold of him from behind and uses his own momentum to launch him up and over with a release German suplex. Green Bastard CRASHES in the canvas and again the crowd is in shock.
Hood: I can't believe this shit that I'm seeing!
Smith: Very impresssive, I must admit. But she's spening her energy to pull such things off. That's pretty apparent.
Sarah is down on one knee to catch her breath again after lifting someone much heavier than she for the second time. It takes her a moment to regain herself. But as she sees the Green Bastard making it to his feet, she decides to abandon any further rest periods and heads at him, walking right into an unexpected sidewalk slam. The Green Bastard is up and shakes his head like a madman to get rid of the cobwebs. Sarah struggles back to her feet and Green Bastard allows her to, waiting ... measuring and then ... BULLDOG! Sarah is down and out and as the crowd roars with excitement there was only one thing left to do. Green Bastard climbs the turnbuckle as the fans come UNGLUED and he leaps backwards with his giant frame and comes THUNDERING into Sarah with the BASTARD BOMB!!! The crowd cheers wildly for him!
Crowd: ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!
The Green Bastard rises to his feet, already having Sarah pancaked to the canvas and as he listens to the chants his adrenaline rushes. He makes his way up the turnbuckle again.
Smith: Oh my God! He's going for another one! He's going to kill her!
Hood: If she's breathing now, I'm shocked!
Smith: If he nails a second Bastard Bomb, that's it for Sarah Twilight. No question about it.
Hood: Still gotta get her over the ropes, breathing or not.
Smith: Do you even think before you speak?
Hood: Why? Should I?
TGB steadies himself on the top turnbuckle for another backflip leap. The crowd is hooting and hollering WILDLY now, but Green Bastard doesn't notice that Lilith has made her way back into the ring and she grabs hold of the chair discarded by Johnny Ruff earlier on. And ... she THROWS IT at Green Bastard. It sends him off balance and CRASHING down into the RING STEPS below and he bounces from them to the floor and barricade outside where he lays motionless from the fall.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Belvedere: The Green Bastard has been eliminated!
Smith: We are down to two. Lilith and Sarah Twilight. And quite the altercations between them already.
Hood: Honestly, Twilight is toast right now. All Lilith has to do is toss her and it's over.
Smith: Judging from the look on her face, she isn't thinking about that right now.
Lilith turns back her attention to Sarah who was still pretty out of it on the canvas. The raven haired vixen takes a seat on the mat beside Sarah, looking down at her as she brushes Sarah's hair aside in a comforting manner.
Smith: This is just sick! Enough with the mind games already!
Hood: I don't think she's playing games. I think that bitch is horny!
Lilith continues to caress Sarah's face. She leans in and kisses Sarah's forehead as once again her hand grasps Sarah's breast, though this time over the shirt. These actions snap Sarah right out of any daze she'd been left in by the Bastard Bomb and she snaps right up, pushing Lilith away from her. The redhead's eyes narrow as she races to her feet. She reaches down, grabbing a still seated Lilith and sending vicious punches into her face. Sarah is ENRAGED at this point. Lilith forces her way back to her own feet during the barrage and shoves Sarah back, now getting a little ticked herself at how the advances we being reacted to.
Smith: Twilight wants no part of Lilith in that way, whatsoever.
Hood: Oh come on, she should just embrace it. Nothing like a little love ... especially with two chicks.
Sarah moves back in at her only for Lilith to wrap her arms around Sarah and SQUEEZE tightly into the Hug of Doom. Sarah can feel her ribs damn near cracking as Lilith squeezes with all her might. The redhead head-butts and punches away at Lilith but the crazy woman just refused to let go. Finally one GOOD head-butt backs her off. Sarah moves in after her but Lilith catches her with a rake to the eyes with those long nails and follows up with a double arm suplex that sends Sarah back into the mat.
Smith: Thus far, Lilith has been the dominant aggressor here, surprisingly. I guess the fact that Sarah wasn't there to snuggle up woke her up so to speak.
Hood: I don't know if Twilight even knows how to deal with this chick. Tha's why she just needs to give in, she knows she wants to.
Lilith mounts on top of Sarah and starts sending vicious slaps across the redhead's face while yelling at her.
Lilith: THAT WAS NOT VERY NICE! I TRIED TO BE LOVING BUT YOU HAVE BEEN A VERY BAD GIRL!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
After slap after slap she sends across Sarah's face until red handprints are visible all over Sarah's cheeks that almost match her shade of hair. Finally, Lilith relents on this assault and grabs a handful of red hair pulling Sarah to her feet. Sarah, however unexpectedly drops Lilith down with a jawbreaker, stumbling her back into the ropes.
Smith: Twilight has been on the receiving end until now. But she needs to mount an offense here.
Hood: She just had the shit slapped out of her! I don't think she's got much left.
Sarah rushes at Lilith who is against the ropes. But Lilith pulls them down and Sarah's own momentum carries her over the top.
Smith: Lilith wins it! Lilith wins it!
Hood: WAIT!
Luckily, Sarah had amanged to grab hold of the top rope herself on the way out and only one of her feet grazed the floor below as she dangled there desperatly trying to pull herself back up. Lilith however, saw the greatest opportunity she'd been presented with the entire night.
Smith: Sarah is in trouble here!
Hood: That smile on Lilith's face is that crazy or that something else?
Smith: I ... I don't know.
With Sarah dangling, Lilith leans against the ropes and slips her hand INTO Sarah's PANTS! The crowd GASPS as she does this and Hood almost loses his shit completely.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Hood: HOLY SHIT! She's in her panties Smith! Do you SEE this shit? LESBIAN SEX!
Smith: That is a very ... inappropriate place to be grabbing, but I highly doubt that constitutes as sex.
Hood: How do you think lesbos fuck dude? She's fingering a bitch!
Sarah's eyes go wide and her jaw is agape as Lilith's hand once again invades an area it should not. But the problem was, Sarah could do nothing to get Lilith's hand removed. If Sarah let go of the rope, she'd hit the floor and lose. Lilith grinned as big as ever as she remained with her hand in Sarah's pants. Sarah alternated from flailing her legs about and trying to move enough to get free of Lilith's indecent grasp to crossing her legs ... neither of which were helping the situation.
Hood: THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER! FUCKING HELL MY LIFE IS COMPLETE!
Smith: Calm down! Seriously you are making a fool of yourself.
Hood: Nah, look at Sarah's face, she enjoyis it! I knew it!
Smith: I don't think she's very happy with the predicament.
Sarah remains dangled and being groped in areas she never thought would ever happen in a wrestling match and still has been unable to stop this awkward assault from happening. Finally, she does the only thing she can think of and swings her legs up, with Lilith's hand still in place, and wraps her legs around Lilith's head in a headscissors, pulling her over the top and sending her tumbling into the floor and away from Sarah. It takes Sarah a moment to adjust herself and pull herself back into the ring, but she manages after a VERY awkward final few moments. The bell rings.
Belvedere: Lilith has been eliminated and your winner ... "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!
Smith: WELL deserved victory considering what we just witnessed. I don't know if I'd have kept my head on my shoulders as well as she did at the end there. Either way, Sarah Twilight has herself a contendership to any championship of her choosing!
Hood: Lesbian sex ... she had her hand IN HER PANTIES!
Smith: Give it up already!
"The Only One" by Evanescence begins to play as Sarah composes herself after having been quite embarrassed by Lilith's actions just a few moments ago. Lilith however, wasn’t quite done yet as she climbs back into the ring as if none of that even happened and walks right up to Sarah clapping and hugging her as if they were best friends ... or in love. Sarah LOSES it at this point and SHOVES Lilith off, sending a kick to her gut and hauling her up for The Twilight Zone.
Smith: Enough is enough and Sarah Twilight wasn't tolerating any more of it.
Hood: This is some bullshit, she just gave you victory sex, pre-victory!
But Lilith slides out of the attempt and instead out of NOWHERE PLANTS Sarah with Imagine This! Sarah is laid out on the canvas with Lilith looking down at her once again. The raven haired beauty leans in and begins to kiss an unconscious Sarah on the lips.
Hood: MAKING OUT! HOLY FUCK! DUE THIS CAN'T EVEN GET ANY BETTER!
Smith: Sarah won the match, but I think Lilith may have gotten what she wanted as well in the end. One thing is for certain, when Sarah comes to, she is NOT going to be happy with this.
"The Only One" continues to play as a puzzled crowd watches Lilith continue to kiss the winner of the match. The camera cuts backstage to an excited Jimmy Jenkins who can barely keep himself still. He is fixing his bow tie and glasses as he quickly holds the microphone close to his hand and is visibly shaking with joy.
Jimmy Jenkins: Ladies and gentleman, it is I, Jimmy Jenkins, OCW’s #1 Super Fan bringing you exciting interviews for OCW! I find myself in Jerusalem, Israel, where we are having our AWESOME PPV Genesis and I have the privilege to interview a former OCW Internet Champion who will be refereeing the match between Bob Grenier and Mark Storm later. Everyone please give a warm welcome to… KENSHIN TAKAMURA!!!
The camera pans out just a bit as Kenshin Takamura walks into the scene. He has a confident smirk on his face and nods just a bit in Jimmy’s direction. Back in the arena, the crowd lets out a massive roar of approval for the fan-favorite OCW alumni.
Kenshin Takamura: Thank you, Jenkins. I’m glad to be here to officiate in such a pivotal match for the Internet Division.
Jimmy Jenkins: Now the question on everyone’s mind, Mr. Takamura, is why did you come back for one night only to officiate this match?
Takamura nods his head, knowing quite well that this question was going to pop up, and the answer just seems to come flowing out.
Kenshin Takamura: Well, Jenkins, the Internet Championship has always been very important to me. When Treat Cassidy asked me if I wanted to be the special guest referee for this match, I knew it was my duty to ensure this match was treated with the respect it deserves so I decided I would step foot into an OCW ring once more… but, this time, to make sure everything is nice and smooth. I also intend to make sure that no one pulls a Scott Syren.
Kenshin’s eyes seem to get kind of dark as he mentions Scott Syren’s name.
Jimmy Jenkins: Yes, Scott Syren, the man who, correct me if I’m wrong, threw the OCW Internet Championship into a flaming garbage can? I’m guessing you didn’t take that so well.
Kenshin Takamura: You would be correct in that guess. Noah Mackenzie and I both went to great heights to become the new Internet Champion of the new era only to have Syren spit on that. Who would take that well? But now we have a strong champion in Bob Grenier versus a formidable challenger in Mark Storm. This will be a great match.
Voice: It will be as long as you don’t fuck things up.
Jimmy jumps from the mysterious voice as the camera pans out a little more to reveal General Manager Ian Bishop and his personal bodyguard, Knox. Ian is in a two-piece tuxedo as he examines Jimmy and laughs.
Ian Bishop: Jimmy, I need you to go clean some toilets from me.
Jimmy Jenkins: But sir, I am conducting an interview with the great Kenshin--
Knox grabs Jimmy by his collar and lifts him up in air as he screams. Ian motions Knox to let him go as he falls to the ground. Ian picks Jimmy up and dusts him off.
Ian Bishop: Jimmy, I’m going to be honest with you. If it wasn’t for Treat, I would’ve fired your ass the minute you got off the plane. So you’re lucky that Treat likes you. Now take a fucking hike you idiot.
The crowd boos the General Manager as Jimmy scurries off. Ian laughs as he turns his attention to Kenshin who shakes his head. He doesn’t seem to be intimidated at all by the presence of Ian Bishop or his lackey, Knox.
Kenshin Takamura: Can’t say I’m surprised that you have a bodyguard, you never really could take care of anything in the ring on your own anyway, Bishop. Did Miss Casablancas hand you that Hall of Fame induction too?
A massive “ohhhhhhh” spreads across the crowd in the arena. Ian laughs off the joke from Kenshin as Knox immediately does so as well. Ian straightens out his suit before glaring right up Kenshin.
Ian Bishop: For your information, Ken-SHAN, I was voted into the Hall of Fame by my peers and since it seems you’re so blind, let me give you the facts. It isn’t Brianna who was voted in, and it wasn’t you, it was ME! Now, why you don’t you tell everyone the REAL reason you’re here instead of ‘calling it down the middle.’
Kenshin Takamura: What are you getting at, Bishop? Do you honestly believe YOUR boss would have brought me here to officiate in a match if he thought I had ulterior motives?
Ian Bishop: We all know that your kind is shady. What happened in Japan that caused you come over here? Did they not love you over there? I wouldn’t blame them myself. Trying to come back to OCW to make a cheap buck instead of being a true man and fighting in the ring. Don’t fuck this shit up that we’ve worked hard on making.
Kenshin Takamura: Bishop, you know as well as I do that isn’t the case. Though, if you really want to puff your chest out, maybe I should scare that pride right out of you like I did a few months ago, remember?
Knox begins to take a step forward. Kenshin’s eyes turn to him as he shakes his head.
Kenshin Takamura: Listen, Knox, was it, if I decide to do that, YOU will be the least of my worries. How much does he pay you? Is it REALLY enough to get your skull kicked in? I doubt it. Step back.
Kenshin’s attention turns back to Ian once more.
Kenshin Takamura: As for calling it down the middle goes, there will be a clear cut OCW Internet Champion tonight. That’s why I agreed to this task. I couldn’t care less if Bob Grenier or Mark Storm wins, I just want OCW to have a respectable Internet Champion. Now, as much as I have enjoyed playing catch up with you, Bishop, I have more important matters to deal with.
With that, Kenshin Takamura just walks past Ian. Knox moves out of his way a bit as Kenshin doesn’t even seem to care that the big man is in his way. Once Takamura is out of the camera’s view, Ian stares up at Knox before looking in the direction Kenshin walked off.
Ian Bishop: You better call it down the middle… or there will be hell to pay.
With that, Ian and Knox walk off the camera’s view as we cut again to ringside.
Backstage Danny B can be seen stalking through the hallways, dressed and ready to go despite not wrestling til the end of the night. Some poor man with a clipboard doesn't see Danny in the shadows, and crashes right into him. Ripper looks up, his cold black eyes staring down into the nameless Joe, sending him scrambling backwards in panic. Danny advances on him, smiles and pats him on the shoulder.
Danny: No need friend, no need.
Danny walks off down the hallway, leaving his new friend to rearrange himself. Danny creeps quietly, headed towards the locker room of his tag team partner and opponent for the evening, Amber Ryan. He knew she hated being snuck up on and was loving the idea of scaring her shitless.
As the cheap plaque on the door comes into view, he slows his movements in attempt to reduce awareness of his approach… Hand closing in around the door knob, he goes to barge the door open… Only to be bounced back as the door rattles on its hinges, the lock mechanism holding firmly. Arrogance and complacency turn to concern as another nameless worker approaches, trying to restrain laughter.
Perhaps you should try knocking first?
Danny shoots a death stare towards the worker, unable to hide a certain amount of concern before trying to kick the door off its surprisingly sturdy hinges. As the worker moves on with a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders, Danny pulls out his mobile and nimbly searches through contacts before waiting for a familiar voice. A voice that does not come, instead only the tell-tale beginning of ‘Ravenheart’ by Xandria plays from within the confines of the room.
Dammit Amber, pick up
But deep inside he always knew he would (yeah, that's right)
Games over, be on top (top) that's what he does now (get 'em)
If you don't come along (get 'em) there's going to be a beat down