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OCW Presents: Margarita Mix
LIVE! Sunday, August 28th 2022!
FROM: Safe Haven
IN: Newport, Rhode Island

A pair of feet are propped atop a love seat that’s seen better days. It’s lopsided, tattered and torn. The feet sport a pair of flip flops intermingled with some toes that need more than a little TLC. The feet bounce around to some early 00’s rock blaring from an old, square television. The image isn’t great but we can quickly make out footage from OCW’s ‘golden era’ in the early 00s. A promo for a ppv long since forgotten.

Pulling back we see the feet connected to a pair of hair legs which are eventually covered by some basketball shorts. Two hands enter our view, one on each arm of the rickety, noisy recliner. One hand grips a Miller High Life. The other dips into an opened container of Birthday Cake Oreos.

The MIDI version of ‘Figure 8’ by Trust Company battles the television for audio dominance. The man’s hand leaves his Oreos to snare a flip phone in his lap. He flips it open and answers the call.

“No, I’m retired.”

“I don’t care if it’s the MIX.”

“No, I’m retired.”

“Okay, fine.”

He hangs up, finishes his High Life and slings it at the TV. It shatters against side of the television but the impact did switch the anachronistic entertainment device off. It’s apparent by the act and the pile of glass under the television that this is his brute force remote control.

Standing up, he stretches, box of Oreos in his right hand. He brings them to his face and dumps what’s left into his mouth, chewing and chewing and chewing. A standard ring sounds out followed by the sound of a machine working very, very hard. He heads that way, scratching his ass. A fax is incoming. He pulls it from the machine and reads a note written in crayon.

“MIX IS COMING AND I NEED A PARTNER. CALLING ALL HALL OF FAMERS. BOB GRENIER.”

Our view suddenly does a 180 and we get a shot of our focal point. It’s Curt Canon! His eyes narrow.

“I’ll be your huckleberry,” he says with several pieces of Oreo cookie flying from his mouth. Millie runs into view, eating the debris.

Bob appears outside Curt’s house. Curt greets him and they do the secret OCW Hall of Fame handshake which we cannot show because it’s secret.

En route to the location, Curt stares out the window. His mind focused on the MIX and what it’s meant to him throughout the years.

Teaming with Scott Syren. Reaching the finals only to taste defeat at the hands of Melinda Rhodes and Vincent Langston.

Curt winces.

Teaming with Big Bifford only for the MIX to get cancelled. Ruining what was probably his best shot at MIX glory.

Curt winces.

He looks over at Bob. The third fellow Hall of Famer he’s teamed with in an effort to finally win the MIX. Is this the year?

A tournament that is about teamwork and rapport more than anything else. Placing all your hopes and dreams in the hands of another. Trust. Reliability. It’s paramount in OCW’s yearly summer spectacular.

Curt prefers retirement. But there’s something about the MIX that keeps bringing him back. As it does so many others.

A white whale in professional wrestling. There is no achievement more coveted in this sport than Margarita Mix glory.

He knows he can trust Grenier. He knows he can rely on Grenier. Now, the only question is whether or not they have what it takes. Who all is in the field this year? I mean, it’s not like Curt keeps up with this stuff anymore.

“No fuckin clue,” Bob replies. Did Curt ask that out loud? Or can Bob hear his inner thoughts. If it’s the latter, holy shit these guys are already ahead of the game.

It won’t take long for these two warriors to find out. They arrive to Safe Haven. Thad’s mansion in Rhode Island. The long drive to the estate is awe inspiring for most...but for these two grizzled vets, it all seems a bit much. They reach the front of the estate and exit. A valet is there to drive Bob’s car to a designated parking area. He gets behind the wheel and begins coughing. Let’s hope Thad doesn’t drug test these guys on a regular basis.

Bob and Curt ascend the many steps to the opulent front door providing entry into this magnificent estate. Bob looks at Curt. Curt looks at Bob. Neither man knows quite what to expect.

Before they can knock or ring a doorbell...the door is pulled back by the owner himself. OCW’s head honcho, Thaddeus Duke. He steps aside, motioning toward a giant room where a bunch of OCW wrestlers are dancing to music from a bygone era.

“Gentlemen, welcome to the MIX.”

“What the…”

“Fuck.”

Curt and Bob are already finishing each other’s sentences. They enter. They spot Dolly Waters and Thunder Knuckles. They turn and see CYPHER and Sahara. Ricky Rodriguez and Ally Cally dance right past them.

What is going on? This is a wrestling tournament. Not mother fuckin prom.

Ray Ray and Brett Daniels are moshing around. Security walks up and taps them on the shoulder, removing them from the dance.

“Shit,” Curt looks at Bob. What do they do?

Dane and Cass are asleep on the floor. Security walks up and drags them off the floor.

“Dropping like flies,” Bob ascertains.

Claudius Augustus tries to do the Dirty Dancing pose with Storm...but Storm botches it and falls on top of him. Security rushes in, removing them from the floor.

“Should we?” Curt asks. Bob refuses to answer.

SEB and Sloane Taylor are showing off some amazing moves. So much so that everyone pauses, watching them. An act that seems to piss Sahara off. So she barks at Security. They rush in and remove SEB and Sloane from the dance floor.

“We’d better do something, or else-”

Security grabs hold of Curt and Bob to remove them. Bob shoves them off. Curt delivers a hip toss to one of the members. His body flies into CJ and JNS. CJ rushes up, punching Curt. Bob goes after JNS...the brawl spills into PIC and TLS. They fight back...before you know it, the entire dance has turned into a brawl. The remaining 16 MIX competitors punching, kicking, and throwing each other around.

Thad looks on. Guess he should have known better than to invite these animals into his pristine home.

TLS is thrown through a window. Dolly grabs a punch bowl full of red liquid and dumps it all over Crash! Ball Ball responds by dunking on Dolly. TK dives in, spearing Ball Ball to the ground. It’s mayhem!

Ricky is thrown through a wall. PIC jumps up, grabbing onto a chandelier...but it rips from the ceiling, crashing onto the ground atop PIC.

Amid all the chaos, Curt sees the MIX trophy in the center of the room. People brawling around it. He makes his way for the coveted prize. Darting and weaving and dodging fists and kicks. He leaps into the air for the MIX trophy...his fingers inches away from snaring the prize when.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Curt sits up in his hotel bed. Eyes wide.

He looks over at his clock...then down at his cell phone.

“Shit, it’s time for the MIX!”

Curt leaps out of bed and begins to get ready...heading into the shower. He shuts the door, turning on the water...the door opens back up as his hand reaches out, grabbing a room temperature High Life. The bathroom door shuts and is locked.

We get a shot of a regal envelope with an invitation that cost more than it should have resting atop.

“You are cordially invited to this year’s MIX. Don’t be late.”

We slowly fade out.

~We fade into Safe Haven, Rhode Island!! The estate of OCW majority MAJORITY owner Thaddeus Duke. The man who now owns 90% of the prestigious Red and Black. He IS proud and strong. Our focus turns to the back of his estate. A yard filled with OCW fans. But these aren’t your regular OCW fans. Nope. These people paid LOTS OF MONEY to attend this shindig. They’re dressed in their finest. Seersuckers, white shorts, sweaters tied around their necks...popped collars. Oh yea, it’s the elite of the elite. There’s an aisle created via rope leading from the back door of Thad’s estate, to the ring. BUT WHERE IS THE RING, YOU ASK? I’m about to tell you. Chill out. This estate is water front. So, the ring is out over the water! Yep. It’s Clash at the Coast all over again! The ring, buoyed by lots of heavy, floating devices is sturdy and ready to house tonight’s competition. Surrounding the ring are tons and tons of boats. Some are sail boats. Some are your run of the mill fishing boats. All filled with as many fans as they can hold who want to observe the action. A spectacle worthy of the MIX. A spectacle worthy of closing out what’s been a tremendous summer in OCW! We find Hood and Jones who are calling the action off in the distance, on the back porch of a guest house~

Jones: Hello again everyone and welcome to this year’s Margarita Mix! I’m your host, Jones and alongside me, as always, is Hood!

Hood: Now THIS is what I’m talking about. This fuckin guest house is worth more than 90% of regular homes! We’ve got a wait staff. A nice breeze. No fuckery from those idiot wrestlers. We should host every event here.

Jones: I’m certainly pleased with our accommodations. OCW owner Thaddeus Duke has rolled out the red carpet for OCW and OCW’s most financially successful fans.

Hood: Look. I don’t want to hear any shit about how this event was only available for the ELITE and how that isn’t fair. We wrestled in Djibouti. We wrestled on a fuckin island where we were deserted for an entire month. We wrestled on an AMISH farm which was hot as fuck. And as if those locations weren’t rough enough...we were in New Mexico last month! We’ve earned this.

Jones: The Elite is a demographic just like everyone else and, yes, they deserve to have an event catered to them just like everyone else. So, yea, no argument from me.

Hood: Thank you!

Jones: Fans, tonight we will crown this year’s Margarita Mix winner! 16 competitors have advanced to tonight’s event all with the hopes of winning the MIX trophy and earning a shot at the OCW Title.

Hood: And that’s not all! We’ll get the end of Alice Knight as Scott Stevens will sacrifice her in the name of whatever religion it is he’s pushing.

Jones: So you’re not a fan of his religion...you’re just a fan of Alice Knight’s death.

Hood: Exactly. Finally, a play by play man who gets me.

Jones: Another singles match is perhaps the biggest singles match of the year. Thaddeus Duke, OCW’s majority owner, will return to the ring to face OCW’s fastest rising homegrown talent, Easton Alexander. The reverberations that will emanate from this match and it’s result cannot be understated.

Hood: If Duke loses...I don’t know, man. What does an owner do if he’s smacked around by one of his employees? And, if Easton loses...how does that do anything other than further damage Thad’s reputation backstage...which isn’t great, if you didn’t know.

Jones: Thaddeus Duke is pro wrestling royalty. He’s won at an elite level every where he’s competed. An instant name a company can build around. Easton Alexander hopes to one day become a main event level player. But, tonight, he faces a man who has not only achieved everything...but is also his boss.

Hood: Without a doubt this is Easton’s toughest test. The biggest fight of his life.

Jones: Yep. And then there’s the MIX. 16 main event level competitors comprising 8 of the most unique teams you’ll ever find. Do you have a favorite?

Hood: Whew. Man, putting me on the spot. Well, CYPH3R’s been unstoppable and Sahara does have the home court advantage...so, I’m going with them.

Jones: A very popular choice.

Hood: What about you?

Jones: Well, as the Play by Play man I wouldn’t feel right making any on-air predictions.

Hood: Bastage!

Jones: Folks, it’s the biggest event of the summer! Fall is just around the corner. But, before spooky season hits OCW, let’s take one final dip into the pool, one more cookout...one last party. It’s time for THE MIX!

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~Belvedere stands at the edge of the Duke estate, a metal walkway leading from the grounds, over the water, out to the ring. He’s not dumb enough to be in that ring...too long a walk back. He’s dressed in super dapper fashion with a vodka martini in his hand. He delicately speaks into the mic~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen.

~The crowd on the grounds give a very polite golf clap~

Belvedere: It is now time to begin The Margarita Mix!

~HUGE ovation from the patrons out on their boats, situated around the ring. The residents on the grounds sorta sneer. They deem the people on the boats as intruders...lower class. The people on the boats prove who and what they are immediately by chanting ‘OCW! OCW! OCW!’~

Belvedere: The following contest is the first Quarterfinal Mix match of the evening! Introducing first…

~Hooked on a feeling begins to play as the elite crowd looks around like, ‘ugh, this song?’~

OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA

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

~Lavar Ball exits Thad’s mansion and stands, ready to introduce Ball Ball!~

When you hold me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything’s alright

IIIIIIIIIIIIII”MM

~Ball Ball exits Thad’s estate, crip walking.~

HOOKED ON A FEELING!

Belvedere: From Khartoum, Sudan. Standing at a staggering 7’2, he is the tallest man to ever kick your ass… BALL BALL!

~Ball Ball makes his way down the roped aisle. The elite fans stare up at him in awe at his height. Lavar talks a bunch of hype as he leads Ball Ball to the water. They pause and Ball Ball looks around...NO GOONS. He seems sad and confused

Jones: Ball Ball isn’t used to competing without a contingent of GOONS to cheer him on.

Hood: Should come as no surprise that Thad did not allow any GOONS to purchase a ticket to this thing.

Jones: Seems kinda unfair.

Hood: Only reason being they couldn’t afford the tickets. You think GOONS have money? Please.

~"No Love" by Death Grips hits! Once again these elite fans are turned off by the NOISE infecting their ears. Lou steps out of the mansion with a stale, stiff, dirty brown coat covering a wrinkled button up shirt. He’s trying to look stylish but, let’s face it, he probably hasn’t bought a new suit in over twenty years. Regardless, his confidence never wavers. Crash steps out of the mansion, toting the Craze Title. Lou slaps the belt and yells out, “THE UNQUESTIONED CRAZE CHAMPION!” A few of the fans murmur...they saw last Monday’s event. Plenty of questions surrounding it. Lou leads the way with Crash following...we can only assume Bash is in good hands. They reach the end of the aisle and Crash looks up at Ball~

Belvedere: From Kansas City, Missouri...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 207lbs...he is the OCW Craze Champion...he is Crash Rodriguez!!!

~Crash looks up at his partner, crestfallen over the lack of GOONS. Crash pats him on the back and offers words of encouragement to get Ball to head down the ramp over the water, leading toward the ring. Lou and Lavar are left behind...no room for them out there. They turn and head back into the mansion to catch the match on TV~

Jones: And there they are...the team of Ball Ball and Crash Rodriguez. They had to defeat Sloane Taylor and SEB to make it here.

Hood: Huge win for both, even if JPD can kinda, sorta be credited...or blamed for the outcome.

Jones: They stood toe to toe with two of the best wrestlers in this profession and emerged victorious. A huge win for Crash and a monumental win for Ball. But, tonight, the task gets tougher as they face the #1 seeded team in the MIX...a team featuring two of the most dominant wrestlers in OCW.

~Crash slides into the ring. Ball hops onto the apron and steps in over the top rope. Crash heads toward the water and climbs onto a middle buckle staring out at all the boats and the rowdy contingent of fans...they are cheering and going wild, ready for some action. Ball looks out for some GOONS...but he doesn’t find any. Ball Ball is sad~

Belvedere: And, their opponents…

~Every Breath you take by the Police hits and the infamous TLS makes his way out of Thad’s estate. Not sure how he feels about staying in there, given his take and thoughts on Thaddeus Duke. But, it’s required. He steps down and enters the aisle, surrounded by the elite of the elite in regards to pro wrestling fans. He stops, spotting an ultimate Karen looking woman. He offers to autograph her breasts. She gasps, appalled. TLS continues walking, reaching the walkway to the ring...he stops and holds his Oh Shit Contract briefcase in the air~

Jones: He was gifted that last week which means he can challenge the OCW Champion wherever and whenever he wants.

Hood: And given the champion is IN PTSD...that should make for some interesting locker room talk.

Jones: TLS might be saving it for if/when Kali does lose. He can cash it in and promptly reclaim the title for PTSD.

Hood: That’s assuming he thinks that far ahead. He wears a mask. He’s an idiot.

~The intro to "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA system as the crowd nods their heads and actually gets into this one. These elite think Bon Jovi is pretty bitchin.~

~The crowd gives their biggest pop so far as they dance and sing along. PIC emerges from Thad’s estate and he heads down the aisle, Savage Title strapped around his waist, high fiving the elite fans.~

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

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

WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!

RAISE YOUR HANDS!

~PIC reaches the edge of the estate and stands next to TLS. He looks down at TLS’ Oh Shit briefcase. TLS looks at PIC’s Savage Title. Some serious hardware shared between these two. The duo turn their focus toward the ring and they head down the metal ramp toward the beginning of what could be a long, long evening~

Belvedere: The #1 ranked team in the MIX! The Oh Shit! Contract holder and the OCW Savage Champion...the team of PIC and TLS!!!!

~PIC and TLS drop their precious items at ringside and they slide into the ring! Crash and Ball Ball are ready! A brawl breaks out in the center of the ring! The fans on the boats go wild! The elite fans gasp, wondering why they are attacking before the bell rings. PIC pummels Crash backwards, against the ropes...he steps back and clotheslines Crash over the top rope!! Crash hits the apron and bounces onto the metal siding that extends a few feet outside the ring, to prevent people from automatically hitting the water. PIC turns and sees Ball Ball dunking on TLS’ head!! TLS is staggered...Ball Ball then throws his arms in the air...but he hears NO GOONS. He looks around, confused...TLS kicks him in the chest, sending him flying through the ropes, down onto the metal siding next to Crash! The boat fans go wild once more! PIC extends a fist and TLS gives him the bump. These two are definitely on the same page~

Jones: A fast start for the #1 team in this tournament. Two veterans of the sport...they understand how these events work. You just have to jump into the deep end. No point in being cautious.

Hood: Nice water analogy you fuckin dweeb. I’m just worried about Ball Ball. He’s thrown, man. He misses his goons.

Jones: Well, he’s gonna have to get over it.

~Crash gets to his feet...he extends his hand, helping Ball Ball up. TLS and PIC find their corner. TLS takes the apron with PIC remaining in the ring. Crash slowly removes his Craze Title and sets it up against the post in his team’s corner. He then slides in as Ball Ball steps onto the apron and grabs the tag rope. Finally, the bell sounds and we’re underway! The elite fans give a nice golf clap. Crash and PIC circle each other...two OCW Champions. Crash licks his lips, we see a little bit of blood from PIC’s right hands. He scowls...PIC can sense what’s coming. Crash lunges forward with a tie up! They lock up!! PIC quickly snares a side head lock, trying to keep Crash under control but Crash throws him into the ropes...PIC bounces off and Crash spins around with a back elbow...but PIC hooks Crash around the waist. Crash, however, throws a second back elbow...this one connects! PIC stumbles into the ropes...Crash shoves him back and whips him off...PIC charges across the ring, bounces off the ropes and he flies into the air with a forearm...Crash dodges and hooks PIC around the waist. PIC throws a back elbow...but Crash ducks, maintains his grip, lifts PIC up and plants him into the mat with a Belly to Belly. Crash pops to one knee and begins to punch PIC in the head~

Jones: Tremendous action early on between the Savage and Craze Champions.

Hood: Two of the most talented, hottest wrestlers in this entire industry. The MIX is officially underway, man!

Jones: Yep. Tonight is going to be wild. 16 elite competitors all vying to earn that MIX trophy.

~PIC rolls over, to protect his face from being battered. Crash grabs him by the hair from behind and slams him, face first into the mat. He then pulls PIC to his feet and drags him to a neutral corner where he slams PIC’s face into the top buckle. He turns PIC around and hammers him in the head with a right hand...and another and another. Crash climbs to the middle buckle, raises a fist and waits...the fans on the boats cheer...they’re bloodlusting, crazed individuals. Crash brings that fist down as fast as he can...as many times as he can...the fans quit counting at 13...how unlucky. Crash hops off...PIC stumbles toward him, Crash catches him, spins around and BAM! Spinebuster into the center of the ring. Crash rises up to one knee, staring down at the Savage Champion~

Jones: Crash is on fire!

Hood: Yea, you have to wonder if the teams who wrestled last week have an advantage over the ones with the bye. I mean, they got a match under their belts...a match to work on their chemistry.

Jones: That’s a good point, Hood. Plus, Crash and Ball Ball defeated a team many thought had a legitimate shot to win the entire MIX.

Hood: Yep, they were tested harder than any other team in the Qualifying round.

~Crash pulls PIC back to his feet and whips him into his team’s corner. PIC hits hard! The entire ring shakes atop the water. Crash charges in with a HUGE splash into PIC. He then tags in Ball Ball! The tallest, skinniest man in OCW history steps over the top rope, entering into the match. Crash exits. Ball Ball brings his hands high into the air and he starts dunking on PIC’s head...over and over. He then backs away...PIC stumbles forward...Ball Ball raises one hand high in the air and SMASH! He tomahawk dunks on PIC’s skull! PIC falls to the mat, staring up into the bright Rhode Island sky...his eyes glazed over~

Jones: PIC’s head is taking a beating.

Hood: I’m no fan of masks but I bet he’s wishing he still had that Amick mask on right about now. Would absorb some of that punishment.

Jones: This is his first PPV without the mask...well, sorta.

Hood: His first PPV advertised as PIC, at least.

~Ball Ball bends down and wraps his hands around PIC’s head. He may be skinny, but he’s got that wiry strength. He deadlifts PIC off the mat, high into the air, holding him by the head. PIC kicks his legs before bringing them up and into Ball Ball’s body. PIC throws a few punches into Ball Ball’s head, rocking the big man. PIC gains the momentum and falls back, tossing Ball Ball over with a Monkey Flip!! Ball Ball hits the mat hard, arching his back in pain! PIC remains down for a moment...the fans on the boats go wild~

Jones: PIC fighting back! I know they are the favorites heading into this but Ball Ball and Crash did defeat SEB and Sloane Taylor. Two world class competitors.

Hood: Yep. Ball Ball is improving. Everybody knows it. If you’re going to beat this guy, better do it now.

Jones: I can’t argue that.

~Ball Ball gets to one knee. PIC pops back to his feet. Crash reaches in, trying to grab him, but PIC throws a back elbow, smacking Crash in the head. PIC charges at Ball Ball. Ball Ball gets to his feet and PIC flies through the air with a forearm!!! BAM! Ball Ball stumbles back into a corner. PIC backs up before leaping into the air and hitting Ball Ball with a dropkick, smashing his body into the buckles!! PIC is back on his feet...Ball Ball staggers out and PIC takes him over with a quick armdrag, holding onto the arm. He drags Ball Ball into his team’s corner and tags TLS into the match~

Jones: Great teamwork thus far by the #1 seed.

Hood: Well, these guys did ‘grow up’ together, as far as this industry goes. Whether they’re friends or enemies, there is a certain amount of chemistry there.

Jones: Yep.

~TLS enters. PIC extends Ball Ball’s arm and TLS kicks it! Ball Ball falls to the mat, holding his right shoulder. Crash points and yells at Scruff...but this shit is all legal. TLS throws another kick into Ball Ball’s shoulder, from behind. Ball Ball falls face first onto the mat, clutching his shoulder in pain. TLS lifts his leg up and slams the boot into Ball Ball’s shoulder, holding the pressure...digging his heel into Ball Ball’s joint. Ball Ball yells out in pain~

Jones: Joint manipulation. TLS certainly has a sadistic side, as we’ve seen throughout the years.

Hood: Yea, PIC’s the nice guy in this team. Don’t forget that.

~TLS jumps up and brings his foot crashing down into Ball Ball’s shoulder! Ball Ball rolls around, clutching his shoulder in pain. Crash starts to enter the ring but TLS rushes over and punches him in the head! Crash falls off the apron, landing on the metal siding around the ring. TLS points down at him, issuing a warning. He turns. Ball Ball is struggling to his feet, holding his shoulder. TLS runs him over with a clothesline. Ball Ball hits the mat hard~

Jones: TLS in total control. The Oh Shit! Contract holder is looking like a future OCW Champion right now.

Hood: Yea, there’s something to be said for having ‘been there’. TLS has the composure of an accomplished veteran. Meanwhile, Ball Ball continues to wrestle in these matches that are the ‘biggest match’ of his career. It can be kinda overwhelming.

Jones: That it can. Both TLS and PIC have reached the apex of this profession, albeit in other promotions. Crash and Ball Ball are still seeking their first World Championship victory.

~TLS looks over at PIC and heads that way, tagging him back into the match. TLS turns back to Ball. Ball is fighting to his feet...TLS charges forward and throws a boot into Ball Ball’s shoulder!!! Ball Ball yells out, falling back to the mat. TLS yanks him off the mat, quickly and hoists him onto his shoulders in the Electric Chair position. PIC jumps up and springboards off the top rope with a flying forearm!!! SMACK!! He hits Ball Ball right in the face, sending the big man tumbling over, landing front first on the mat!!! The crowd pops!!! The fans on the boat go wild! The elite fans on shore nod and whisper, “good show.” PIC crawls over, pushing Ball onto his back. He makes the cover as TLS exits the ring...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Ball Ball kicked out but, man, he’s in bad shape.

Hood: Yea, his dunking is gonna be limited with that fucked up shoulder.

Jones: He needs to make a tag to Crash as soon as possible...otherwise, it’s gonna be a short night for the tallest man in OCW history.

~Ball Ball tries to fight to his feet, but PIC is quick to grab his right arm, twisting it. Ball yells, on one knee...but he fights to his feet, feeling a sense of urgency. Using his phenomenal reach, he palms PIC’s face with his free hand, shoving him back into the ropes...Ball Ball whips PIC off the ropes, PIC lets the arm go...he bounces off the opposite ropes. Ball Ball lifts a big boot! But PIC slides underneath...he pops to his feet behind Ball and leaps into the air with a dropkick into the back of Ball’s right shoulder. Ball Ball falls forward, hanging out over the middle rope. TLS extends his arm...PIC heads over, tagging him back in. Before TLS enters the ring, he charges across the apron and kicks Ball Ball in the face!!! Ball Ball falls back into the ring. TLS steps in through the ropes with PIC exiting~

Jones: Ball Ball with a brief sign of life only to have it kicked out by PIC and TLS.

Hood: Crash looks frustrated, man. He had his Craze Title match ruined last week and now his MIX chances are going up in smoke.

Jones: Nobody’s had to work harder for success than Crash. He understands how important these opportunities are.

~Ball Ball looks over and sees Crash. He’s got his arm out, yelling for Ball to make the tag. Ball Ball has an incredible reach, but he’s unable to tag Crash in...TLS grabs him by the legs, dragging him back to the center of the ring before he stomps on Ball’s right shoulder, sending the rising star rolling around the ring, holding his shoulder in pain. TLS takes a moment to taunt Crash, a member of the hated group Paramount, standing between Crash and Ball. Crash starts to enter, but Scruff runs over, blocking him. TLS then drops to the mat and grabs Ball’s right arm, twisting and turning the arm, really working the shoulder joint~

Jones: The destruction of Ball Ball’s right shoulder continues.

Hood: Yea, big dude might wanna throw in the towel. Crash will hate him for it, but Ball Ball has to look out for Ball Ball.

Jones: But this tournament is for a shot at the OCW Title, Hood. It doesn’t get any bigger than this.

Hood: Ball Ball will get more shots. Trust me!

~Ball Ball is starting to slow down. His eyes are growing heavy. The pain, the fatigue...it’s all becoming too much. This August sun is beating down on him. TLS continues to twist and turn. Ball Ball needs help. He needs inspiration. Scruff drops down, asking Ball if he wants to give it up, but Ball Ball says ‘no’. However, the ‘no’ is very slow and unconvincing. Scruff leans in, keeping a close watch for Ball Ball to tap or pass out. Crash yells form the apron, “HANG IN THERE, BALL!”~

Jones: The sun is setting on Ball and Crash. It won’t be long before Ball Ball is out.

Hood: He’ll soon be known as the one armed man. If he loses an arm does he also lose a ‘ball’?

Jones: I don’t even know how to begin to answer...wait a minute!

Hood: What is that fuckin noise?

~Some weird sounds emerge on the horizon. A loud horn beeping like a very annoying bicycle horn blares in the distance. A shitty boat...we’re not even sure how this thing is afloat, barrels its way toward the venue. It’s shooting out dark, black smoke that is no doubt increasing global warming at a terrifying rate. Crash and PIC look at the boat. TLS looks that way. The boat crashes into several that have been floating, watching the event, knocking them out of the way, sending people falling into the ocean. And then, we hear the people on the boat...they all yell out “YEEEUUUURRRRRR!!!!” We zoom in and see GOONS! It’s a boat full of GOONS! Dangerously full...like their hanging off the boat and everything! Ball Ball’s eyes shoot open! He starts to fire up to his feet! TLS twists and yanks on the arm, but Ball Ball isn’t feeling any pain! He gets to his feet and begins to chop TLS in the head with his free hand! The Goons are going wild~

Jones: It’s the goons!!!

Hood: A little late to the party.

Jones: I’m sure getting them all on board was time consuming.

Hood: Yea, not to mention navigating a map. That couldn’t have been easy for, ya know, goons.

~TLS reels against the ropes...Ball Ball whips him off…TLS flies across the ring, bouncing off the ropes. Ball Ball spins around, jumps into the air and smashes TLS in the head with a windmill tomahawk dunk with his left hand!!! TLS falls to the mat hard!! The Goons go wild, “YEEEUURRRRRR!!” A few of them fall into the water. Ball Ball crip walks around the ring to a MASSIVE ovation from Goons and some of the fans surrounding the ring. The elites look on like, “What is THIS?!” Ball crip walks up to Crash and tags the Crooked Man into the match!!! TLS reaches his feet, staggered...Ball Ball crip walks up to him before spinning around and delivering a reverse, one handed dunk onto his head...TLS stumbles forward. Crash hits the ropes, flies forward, snares TLS by the head and drops him with a neckbreaker!!! TLS is down! Crash mounts the Oh Shit Contract holder and begins to throw punches down at his face. The goons scream out, “YEURRRRR!!!” Ball Ball exits the ring and throws his left arm high in the air, recognizing his goons~

Jones: And this match has taken an amazing turn! Crash has TLS on the ropes!

Hood: Not literally!

Jones: The goons injected some life into Ball Ball and he single handily turned the tide. The top seeded team in this tournament is in major trouble!

~TLS tries to cover up...Crash’s punches are fast and furious...but, a bit all over the place. This allows TLS the opportunity to roll over, giving up his back. Crash immediately wraps his arms around TLS’ head, pulling back and getting to his feet, pulling TLS up...TLS suddenly finds himself in a sleeper hold. TLS manages to position himself so he can throw a few elbows into Crash’s midsection, staggering the Craze Champion. Crash, realizing that he’s losing his great, regrips, spins around and drops TLS with a neckbreaker!!! TLS reaches for his neck, kicking his feet in pain as Crash sits up, catching his breath~

Jones: TLS was fighting back only for Crash to drop him with a second neckbreaker.

Hood: The crooked man is trying to give TLS a crooked neck!

Jones: A bad neck is no bueno in any situation, let alone a fight.

Hood: Yea, especially tonight. If you wanna win this thing you’ve got to compete FOUR times.

Jones: Yep.

~Crash doesn’t give TLS any room to recover, promptly hooking him in a front face lock. TLS’s ribs breathe in and out as he struggles for air. PIC looks on. For the first time, the #1 seed looks genuinely concerned. TLS gets to his feet...he punches Crash in the ribs a few times but Crash cranks down on that front face lock, sending TLS to one knee. TLS wraps his arms around Crash’s midsection and tries to lift him up. He gets him up but brings him back down. He tries again and fails. TLS gasps for air, he musters all his strength...he hoists Crash up as high as he can...but Crash comes down, dropping TLS on his head with a DDT!!!! TLS goes limp!! Crash dives on top of TLS for the pin! The Goons jump up and down, nearly capsizing their boat. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: So close! Crash compressed the already injured neck of TLS with that huge DDT and damn near scored the pin!

Hood: Close to a huge upset here, Jones. If Crash and Ball get the win they’ve gotta be the favorites moving forward. How crazy would that be?

Jones: It’s the MIX, Hood. Any and everything is possible!

~Crash is quick to snare TLS by the head after the nearfall. TLS fights to his feet, showing the determination and OLD MAN STRENGTH these vets possess. Crash wrenches on his side headlock, expecting TLS to drop back to a knee...but, instead, TLS hoists Crash up and drops him on his head with a side suplex!!! Crash is down! TLS is down!! The goons gasp! A TLS fan cheers...one of the goons fires a gun at him and the man lets out a WILHELM SCREAM as he falls off his boat, into the water~

Jones: TLS giving it everything he’s got to keep defeat at arm’s length.

Hood: Yea and I think the goons just shot and killed a man.

Jones: I’m going to choose to just ignore that.

Hood: Good call.

~Crash sits up, holding the back of his head. He sees TLS slowly rolling onto all fours. TLS spots PIC, leaning into the ring, arm extended. TLS starts the crawl. Crash gets up and runs over, punting TLS in the ribs!!! TLS flies into the ropes, his body bouncing off the bottom rope, sending him front first onto the mat. Crash stomps on TLS, keeping him down. The goons jump up and down, rocking their boat...more goons fall into the water. Crash stops kicking TLS and pulls him to his feet...he spins him around and shoves him, front first into the ropes. TLS leans against the ropes. Crash steps forward and leans down, hooking TLS’ arms~

Jones: Crash Landing! He’s going for Crash Landing!

Hood: Damn, considering how fucked TLS’ neck is...yea, this would end it.

Jones: No doubt!

~Crash gets TLS up!!! Crash stumbles back, leaning forward...TLS draped across his back, their arms locked. Crash starts to stand upright! The goons go wild! PIC yells at TLS to do something. Ball Ball throws his left arm in the air… “YEUUURRRRRR” go the goons! TLS sees the mat and realizes what’s happening...he wiggles his legs...he wraps them around Crash’s head and pulls back, taking Crash over with an Inverted Frankensteiner!!!! Crash lands on his head!!! He’s down!!! TLS land front first on the mat, he’s down!!! Both men are down with PIC and Ball Ball extending their arms for a tag! The goons throw trash at the ring...but they’re too far away, so the trash just winds up littering the ocean~

Jones: Unbelievable! TLS is still able to pull moves like that off!

Hood: As that shitty song says...I’m not as good as I once was but I’m as good once as I ever was. Or something like that. Anyway, he can pull that shit off every once in awhile is what I’m trying to say.

Jones: Thanks for that unnecessarily complicated explanation.

Hood: I’ll cut you.

~TLS looks up. PIC is standing on the bottom rope, tag rope in hand, leaning forward. TLS starts the long, arduous crawl across the ring. Crash slowly looks up and sees Ball...his crawl is much shorter. TLS crawls...Crash crawls. Crash crawls...TLS crawls. Crash reaches out and he tags Ball Ball’s freakishly long arm. “YEEEUUUUURRRRR!!!” scream the goons! Ball Ball steps in through the ropes. TLS crawls and reaches out to tag PIC...but Ball grabs him by the leg, pulling him back into the ring!! PIC slaps the top buckle with his fist, pissed off. TLS turns around to kick Ball Ball off...but Ball Ball grabs his leg, hooks both legs and falls back with a catapult into a neutral corner. TLS lands on the middle buckle. Ball Ball gets to his feet. TLS jumps off, spins around, and comes down with a double axe handle...but Ball Ball blocks it, grabs TLS and whips him across the ring...TLS SLAMS into PIC, knocking him off the apron. But Scruff slaps his hands together, indicating a tag. TLS bounces off the ropes and Ball Ball jumps up, grabbing him by the head and dropping him with Alley-Oop (Pop up Cutter!!) The goons go wild!!!!! TLS flips onto his back!! Ball Ball makes the cover~

Jones: No count!

Hood: TLS ran into PIC and Scruff counted that as a tag.

Jones: You’re right!

~PIC is back on the apron as Ball Ball looks at Scruff, confused. Crash yells and points at PIC. PIC jumps onto the top rope and springboards off, flying across the ring and hitting Crash in the head with a Flying Forearm!!!! Crash falls through the ropes, onto the metal surface surrounding the ring. PIC turns around. Ball Ball pushes up off the mat but instantly grabs his right shoulder. PIC rushes in, hoisting Ball Ball onto his shoulders...he spins Ball Ball off his shoulders and into a Stunner...SHOWSTOPPA!!!!! Ball Ball is down. PIC grabs TLS and slings him out of the ring so that the count can’t be disputed. TLS lands hard outside. PIC dives on top of Ball Ball...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...and the team moving on to the Semi-Finals...PIC AND TLS!!!!!

Jones: They did it!! Ball Ball threw TLS into PIC. Scruff recognized a tag. Ball Ball put TLS down with Alley Oop...only TLS was not the legal man. PIC entered the ring, took Crash out and hit the Showstoppa on Ball Ball for the pin!

Hood: Fuck. Why does this shit keep happening to Ball Ball?

Jones: He’s learning, Hood.

Hood: Hell of a learning curve.

Jones: The #1 seed survives but, holy smokes, were they tested.

Hood: No shit.

~The goons are furious. They fire up the boat, ejecting a bunch of black smoke into the sky...they then start to ram their boat into other boats, trying to hurt all the fans who are cheering for PIC. PIC backs into his team’s corner...he drops to the mat and slides out of the ring where TLS is standing...TLS looks at him like ‘what the hell?’~

Jones: TLS not too happy about PIC tossing him out of the ring. But, hey, he did that to ensure the pin would count.

Hood: Yea, but he didn’t have to chuck him out like a sack of trash.

Jones: Time was of the essence, Hood.

~PIC bends over and grabs the Savage Title and Oh Shit Briefcase, handing the latter to TLS. He pats him on the back and heads down the ramp, toward the fans, who are cheering him on. TLS shakes his head, still annoyed…but he follows PIC. Crash, meanwhile, secures his Craze Title and he helps Ball to his feet...Ball lowers his head, disappointed. But Crash pats him on the back...big dude’s got nothing to be disappointed with. Meanwhile, the goons continue to wreck shit in the water...so much so that police boats come rushing in, sirens blaring~

Jones: A tremendous effort from Crash and Ball. Two future main eventers, no doubt.

Hood: Their time is coming.

Jones: And, speaking of coming, the police have arrived for the goons.

~The goons, seeing the police boats turn their boat around and take off, not wanting to get arrested. Some dive into the ocean, trying to swim away~

Jones: Alright fans...let's cut to a quick advertisement and more MIX action when we return!



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~ The OCW faithful, and those who are just here because it is the place to be have settled down from the opening hype video and are ready for some Mix action. Instead, "Backbreaker" by Fit For A King begins to play over the PA, and the sound of a motorcycle revving is heard. The crowd looks around and sees a blacked out Honda Valkyrie coming around the side of the house and tearing up the finely manicured grass.

Upon the bike sits Outcast as he drives down the entrance way to the ring. Outcast comes to a stop, turning his bike sideways and throwing grass and dirt. He shuts the engine off and climbs into the ring where he is handed a microphone. ~

Outcast: Let me get straight to the point. VICTORIA, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!

~ The bloodthirsty crowd pops, ready to see some male on female violence. But, no music plays and Victoria doesn't appear. ~

Outcast: That's what I thought, no f**king spine. If you can't ambush your victim then you don't want any part of a fight. Claiming to be a black widow, but you're nothing more than a trap spider. Sh*t, more like a trap house turned out trick.

Victoria, I know that you are here, and if you don't want to come out here and face the music for your public execution, I will gladly come back there, find you, and execute you in private.

~ The crowd begins to chant "PUBLIC, PUBLIC, PUBLIC!" ~

Outcast; I've got a mental list going, you can call it a sh*t list or a hit list, but either way Victoria you got the number one spot. Right below her is Killer Kali, and TLS. I'm working my way down that list, and I'm starting tonight.

Don't think I'm stopping at those three though. No, OH NO! A lot has changed in the short time I was away from OCW, and now all anyone talks about is PWA, HOW, JPD, PTSD, ABC, 123, and F-*-*-K-Y-O-U!

These motherf**kers want to act like they forgot about arguably the greatest OCW champion of all time, the master of pain, the death bringer… OUTCAST!

~ Crowd pops. ~

Outcast: It's time for me to remind you all of why I am a two time OCW world champion, and why when people see their names across from mine on the card they sh*t their pants. I'm back, better, and badder than ever. The list isn't just Victoria, Kali, and TLS, it's all of OCW, and I'm crossing the names off one by one. Starting tonight, and if you want come fight me like a man, I'll just hunt you down like the b*tch you are.

~ Outcast throws the microphone down as "Backbreaker" begins to play again. ~

Jones: Outcast is definitely in line for an OCW Title shot and a lot of talk that shot is imminent.

Hood: He may not be in this year’s MIX field but his shadow looms large.

Jones: That it does. Alright fans...as Outcast leaves the ringside area, let’s prepare you all for our next Quarterfinal match! This one will see another team many are eyeing as the favorite in this field. Sahara, with the home field advantage, teams with CYPH3R as they face Ally Cally and Ricky Rodriguez...a team who got a suspicious bye.

Hood: How is a bye suspicious?

Jones: Ally handed Welsh some money. Next thing you know her and Ricky have a bye…

Hood: Blah, whatever.

Jones: Two star studded teams vying for a chance to face PIC and TLS in the semi-finals! That match is next!

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~ The lights go down and "Blow" Eva Under Fire ft. Spencer Charnas of ICE NINE KILLS starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring out on the island. ~

Jones: Alexandra Calaway looking ready here tonight, she and her partner have a great chance at winning this whole Mix tonight.

Hood: This team is essentially a track team, they’ve got speed and skills.

~ T-Pain and Joey Galaxy's “Booty Wurk” filled the air only to be drowned out by the split reaction from the crowd out in the boats. Stepping out from behind that black curtain is none other than Ricky Rodriguez! A smirk plastered to his face, he extended his arms outwards, basking in the reaction that was raining down over him. ~

Jones: As confident as ever.

Hood: You know, he and Justin York might be related.

~ The electronic intro of "Fortune Days" by the Glitch Mob hits the PA system and the crowd immediately voice their displeasure from their boats. After a long pause, CYPH3R finally slowly slinks his way out onto the ramp leading to the island, the TransAtlantic Championship around his waist. He walks down the ramp and smirks from underneath his hoodie as the fans continue to boo him loudly.

Jones: The TransAtlantic champion looking to win the Mix here tonight, he’s got an uphill climb ahead of him.

Hood: Hopefully his partner hasn’t eaten a big meal already.

~As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog… she makes her way up the ramp towards the ring island and to where her partner is waiting for her~

Jones: And we are set for this one. Should be a fast paced match.

Hood: I’m looking forward to see who goes into the water and if they can swim or if Jaws is waiting for them.

Jones: Probably not, no. There’s the bell!

DING DING

~ Out from their corners it looks like Cypher is going to start things off against Ricky Rodriguez, the two dance around a bit in the ring before finally committing to a traditional collar and elbow tie-up in the center of the floating island. Ricky goes with a side headlock but is quickly pushed off into the ropes by his opponent, Rodriguez ducks the clothesline attempt and on the rebound leaps up and connects with a dropkick sending Cypher crashing to the mat. Before Cypher can recover Ricky springboards off the middle ropes connecting with a shotgun dropkick that sends the TransAtlantic Champion into the corner turnbuckle. ~

Jones: Fast start here for Ricky Rodriguez, you can’t blame him either. Cypher is one of the most gifted wrestlers we have here in OCW and the longer he hangs around the more trouble he is bound to cause.

Hood: He’ll also probably steal your password as well too.

Jones: Hopefully you’ve cleared your browser history lately.

~ Ricky charges into the corner slamming Cypher’s head up against the second turnbuckle with a knee shot and he follows that up by leaping up into the air using the ropes and dropping down with both knees!! Ricky quickly moves to his corner and tags in his partner, Alexandra Calaway. The duo pull Cypher from the corner by the legs, lifting him up and dropping the hacker on his back. Gruff, the referee, escorts Ricky Rodriguez out of the ring as the Paramount member climbs to the top ropes. She leaps and connects with a senton bomb and quickly covers looking for a quick one.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR-KICKOUT!!

Jones: Two and a half count so early in this match.

Hood: Whoa, I thought that they might have caught him napping and had this thing won.

Jones: And this duo of Rodriguez and Calaway have taken it to the TransAtlantic champion, like I’ve never seen before.

Hood: Perhaps Sahara drank all of his Jolt cola and he’s running low on caffeine.

~ Alexandra is not sure about the speed of the count and has words with Gruff about it, she then turns her attention back to the TransAtlantic champion and pulls him up by the hair, she goes to send him into the ropes but Cypher puts the brakes on and counters with a leaping knee strike! With a quick move he steps behind Alexandra and connects with a belly to back suplex. Both down on the mat, Gruff makes sure they’re both alive before starting a count, thankfully he doesn’t even get to three before both make a b-line to their respective corners and tag out. ~

Hood: And good to see Sahara finally getting in here to take some of the work for the team.

Jones: Calaway and Rodriguez had been doing such a good job at isolating Cypher and finally she’s been able to get herself into this match.

~ Sahara makes her way into the ring for the first time in this match as Ricky Rodriguez returns. Sahara runs right into a hurricanrana from Rodriguez, but as she rolls through and leaps up catching the unexpecting Alexandra Calaway with a DDT! Rodriguez spins around in shock not that his partner just got clipped, but that Sahara’s speed has already led to her springboarding herself from the ropes and colliding with him with a moonsault! Sahara hooks the leg as Gruff moves into position for a cover

ONE!!

TWO!!

TH-BROKEN UP!

Hood: If you’re going to get collided into, that’s pretty much the best way.

Jones: An incredible moonsault from Sahara that caught just about all that it could there and if it weren’t for Ricky Rodriguez with the save this match might have been over.

Hood: Might have? This one was over.

~ Rodriguez doesn’t have long to celebrate the break-up as Cypher connects with a running knee strike that knocks him through the middle ropes and to the floor below. Cypher leaps up onto the middle ropes looking for something to the outside, but Calaway connects with an uppercut to the hacker’s yam bag from behind! Not only does Cypher take the low blow, but then is dumped to the outside through the middle ropes on top of that all. Calaway turns around just in time as she is able to duck under a running thrust kick attempt by Sahara. The White Widow turns around and is met by a boot and then is dropped on her skull with a split legged piledriver!! There is a heavy thump on the mat from the impact as Sahara’s head just bounces twice. Twice! Alexandra goes for the pin but is informed by the astute Gruff that Sahara is not the legal person. ~

Jones: Nope, Gruff doing a great job at keeping track of who is legal in this match. Alexandra might be pleased with that, but she’s going to have to deal.

Hood: Gruff’s keeping track of that yes, but he’s letting everything else in the match fall apart.

~ Alexandra heads to the outside to retrieve the TransAtlantic champion to try and get him back into the ring. Thankfully, already on the outside and ready to help is Alexandra’s Mix partner who has already backed up Cypher with a series of right hands to the edge of the ringside area. Cypher’s only a few feet from getting shoved into the water as both Ricky and Alexandra corner him. The both of them are turned around just before they’re able to dunk the hacker into the drink as Sahara flies off the top ropes with a moonsault to the outside and wipes out the competition!! Even Cypher has a look of surprise as he just got bailed out from having to swim by Sahara. ~

Hood: I wanted to see the TransAtlantic champion end up in the Atlantic, it only would have been fitting.

Jones: Nobody has spilled out into the drink just yet or made it for one of the many fans here in the boats that have grouped around the ring area.

Hood: You’re terrible at foreshadowing.

~ Cypher and Sahara pull Alexandra Calaway back up to her feet and roll her into the ring in an attempt to take advantage of the situation. Cypher follows in and scoops up Calaway, dropping her across his leg with a backbreaker. Gruff does his best to regain a handle on this situation, but it’s having little impact on anyone. Cypher moves back as Calaway stands up holding her back in pain as Sahara leaps up onto the top ropes, springboards and drives her fist into the forehead of her opponent!! ~

Jones: Widowmaker punch from Sahara! You could hear the impact of that shot all the way to the front of the house.

Hood: She damn near cracked open a coconut with that punch.

~ Cypher goes for the pin, since he’s the legal man if you’ve been paying attention, and Gruff slides in for the count

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--BROKEN UP!!

Jones: Ricky Rodriguez again breaking up the pin attempt and saving his tag team partner in this match.

Hood: Great teamwork and great support are needed to win this Mix. It also doesn’t hurt that the referee hasn’t forced everyone back to their corners.

Jones: Ricky now with a series of stomps to the back of the head of Cypher. Gruff gives him a warning, but still not much effect there.

~ Ricky Rodriguez isn’t going to stop there regardless of the referee trying to get things back under control in this match. As Cypher recovers Ricky charges to the ropes picking up a ton of speed on the rebound and connects with a running shoulder block to the TransAtlantic champion!! Ricky kips right on up to his feet, because the ladies love that shit, and runs towards the ropes looking to spring himself off, however Sahara kicks the ropes just as he goes to plant his feet and it causes him to slide on through to the outside of the ring instead! However, Alexandra was the legal man in this match and she leaps up onto the turnbuckle and hits a split legged moonsault onto the downed Cypher! She hooks the leg and goes for the pin…

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR-KICKOUT!!

Jones: Cypher gets the shoulder up at the last possible second there!! Digging down the TransAtlantic champion finds the fortitude to power out.

Hood: That might have been a slow count.

Jones: Seems like Alexandra thinks so too.

~ Calaway still not happy with the speed of that count but she seems to be a little more unhappy with Sahara messing with her tag team partner. Calaway charges over towards the corner and just as Sahara turns around from looking at Ricky Rodriguez on the outside she is struck by Calaway’s knee!! The strike knocks her off the ring apron and to the floor below. Calaway seems rather proud of herself until she spins around and is smacked in the face by a superkick from Cypher!! ~

Jones: Boom, headshot!

Hood: He got all of that kick and she’s down.

Jones: Cypher is not going for the pin, he’s looking for something bigger here now.

~ That’s right, Cypher scoops up Alexandra right onto his shoulders and looks to put this thing away with the Game Over, but just as he goes to lift Alexandra up she is able to wiggle free and ends up behind Cypher and while holding on his arm in the process she is able to hit a vicious looking ripcord rolling elbow strike! Cypher stumbles backwards into the ropes and on the rebound is met with a boot to the midsection and is underhooked by Calaway. She’s looking to finish it off as well with the Fallen Angel, but just as she goes to lift up Cypher he is able to squirm free back into the ropes where Ricky Rodriguez is in position and hits him in the back of the head with a ropes assisted kick!! The impact causes Cypher to stumble back forward for the second time right back into the double underhook by Calaway. Cypher is able to free his arms and drops Calaway to the mat with a double leg takedown, he then flips over the top holding the bridge for the pin attempt.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE--KICKOUT!!

Jones: Calaway able to flip her shoulder up at the last split second. Great pinning combination there by Cypher, but this match will continue.

Hood: There has been no let up on the gas for either of these teams, I’m surprised they’re still standing.

~ Cypher is able to get back up first and he tags out to Sahara, the White Widow immediately fires off a couple of heavy forearms to the recovering Alexandra Calaway. Calaway is backed up against the ropes from the shots and exhaustion from this match, but Ricky Rodriguez is able to smack her on the shoulder for the blind tag. Sahara doesn’t seem to notice as she gives Calaway the Irish whip into the far ring ropes and doesn’t notice Ricky leaping up onto the apron and hitting an incredible flipping DDT driving Sahara head first into the canvas!! Ricky hooks the leg…

ONE!!

TWO!!

~Calaway stops Cypher from breaking up the pin attempt~

THRE-KICKOUT!!

Jones: Sahara still kicked out! Wow that was a close one.

Hood: I thought they had this one. I thought Calaway and Rodriguez were about to move on.

Jones: But this back and forth match will continue on.

~ Rodriguez is equally shocked and exhausted at the result of the pinfall attempt. Catching his breath he pulls himself back up to his feet and charges towards the ring ropes he springboards himself into the air and just as he’s about to connect with a cutter onto Sahara he instead flies right into a Toxic Kick from Cypher who dumped Calaway to the outside of the ring just a second ago. The smack from the kick echoes across the water and probably goes all the way to England. Cypher encourages his future opponent but current Mix partner Sahara back onto her feet and into the corner. She perches up on the top ropes and connects with a double stomp from the top ropes!!! She falls to the mat and makes the cover…

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

DING DING!

Belvedere: Here are your winners...and the team moving on to the Quarterfinals to face PIC and TLS...the team of CYPH3R AND SAHARA

Jones: Sahara connects with the Venom Drop and is able to make the cover and pick up the win!! Cypher and Sahara will move onto the next round of the Margarita Mix here tonight.

Hood: Can’t say I’m happy with the result, but it was a hell of a match between these two teams.

Jones: Ricky Rodriguez and Alexandra Calaway put up a great effort, but just came up short in the end.

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~We cut to a roaming shot of a fancy and elaborate hallway. The long and winding walls of the hallway stretch up dozens of feet, with elaborate golden trim and diamond chandeliers hanging in the middle of it all. The camera abruptly stops on a shot of a grungy looking door made of splintering planks. 2x4s wrapped in barbed wire are nailed to the frame of the black wood door. A special placard next to the door reads ‘Thad’s Special Guest’.~

Jones: Thad’s Special Guest? Now what the hell does that mean….

BANG

BANG

BANG

~A violent pounding begins to rumble from the otherside of the door. We can see planks of wood flying off the frame as the door is hit with something, over and over again~

BANG

BANG

BANG

~As more planks go flying from the door we can see that someone is swinging a sledgehammer through it! The 2x4s keeping the door shut are hammered off one after the other, and then the entire door comes collapsing off the hinges! That’s when we see the one and only CHARLES NICHOLS, aka The Nickleman standing in the middle of the door frame with a big ol’ dick in his pants, a big ol’ sledgehammer in his hands, and an ever bigger smile on his face!~

"What happens in the OCW signing office stays in the OCW signing office- but what’s going to happen to each and every motherfucker in OCW who dares STEP TO ME will live on in history forever! My boy Thaddeus told me you stupid pieces of shit over here were acting up, and that you weren’t grateful for everything he’s done to make this company worth a single quarter of a shit since he took over!

You dumb pieces of shit don’t even know how good you have it now that someone like THADDEUS DUKE is running your carny shitshow. He told me you OCW motherfuckers were acting like a special ed class that finally got a great substitute teacher, and that you r---- were too busy screeching and howling to actually learn what he has to teach you."

~The Nickleman, sledgehammer still in hand, looks over to the placard next to the door. He blows a wet kiss at the placard before turning back to the camera and swinging the sledgehammer over his shoulder.~

“The first thing you bitches need to learn? Some goddamn respect for your betters. Now let’s take a fucking lap!”

~That’s when Nickleman spits a big fat loogy on the camera before jogging away, smashing random holes into the wall with his sledgehammer, screaming out the same ‘“SORRY THAD!” with every successive impact~

Jones: Well, our majority owner won’t like that.

Hood: Nope. I’ve heard a lot about Nickleman. Crazy. Dangerous. Talented.

Jones: Yep, he’s been a popular name in other promotions over the past few years...and now he’s discovered OCW. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing...or a bad thing.

Hood: Please...you look at the people we got running around here? There’s no such thing as ‘too bad’ for OCW. He’ll fit in just fine.

Jones: Thad’s got one thing on his mind tonight and that’s Easton Alexander. However, I’m sure once his business is handled, Nickleman will be on the agenda. More will come from this, no doubt.

Hood: If you wanna get noticed, aim for the top. Nickleman knows what he’s doing.

Jones: Alright fans...it’s time for our third Quarterfinal match...John Nash Strader and CJ O’Donnell are set to take on the most popular team in the field...the team of Mike Zybala and Dylan Thomas. To the ring!

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“Kings Never Die” by Eminem hits, as CJ O’Donnell makes his way down the walkway

Belvedere: Introducing… From Boston, Massachusetts. Standing a 5’11 weighing in at 178 lbs.

~CJ kneels off to the side of the walkway, where he splashes the water a bit, before simply smiling and shaking his head~

Belvedere: He is Paramount… And one half of the Fookin’ Fooks… CEEEEJAAAY O’DONNNNEELL!

~He stands back up as the music switches over.~

//Who’s that writin’? John The Revelator//

~The sound of a vinyl record coming to a screeching halt rings out and the cool bluesy riff from Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top starts to play “Concrete and Steel.~

Belvedere: Introducing…

// Hard and cold, like a street of gold,
It's easy to find but so hard to hold.
Smooth and strong but it won't last long,
When the rust sets in, she'll be good as gone! Concrete, Concrete and steel. It's like concrete.

Hey baby, what's the deal?//

Belvedere: hailing from the nation of Mayhem…

~John Nash Strader makes his way down the ramp, catching up to his partner. The two continue the journey to the ring.~

Belvedere: Another one of those damn Straders…

//Aheart of stone make you feel alone,
But what can you do when your hand is blown?
Hard as ice, it's like tumblin' dice,
Before you fall for her boy, you better think twice.//

Belvedere: He is the founding member of the Brothers of Mayhem Motorcycle Club… One half of The Fookin’ Fooks… JOHN NASH STRADER!!!!!!!!

~As the two of them start to communicate in the ring, “Dreamweaver” rings out~

Belvedere: From Buffalo, New York...standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions...he is...Mike Zybala!!!

~`OCW Loyal, Michael GOD DAMN Zybala starts making his way down the walkway and to the ring. He stops, staring at his opponents from outside the ring, when the opening bars of 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy.~

Belvedere: Standing at 6’2, and weighing in at 225 lbs. The A-Lister… DYLAN THOMAAAAS!

~Dylan makes their way down the ramp high-fiving invisible fans, perhaps out of habit, As he reaches Zybala the two climb onto the apron, where Dylan holds the rings ropes open for him. Mike looks at Thomas a bit perplexed but thanks him either way and enters into the ring~

~John whispers into CJ’s ear as the Irishman takes his corner. On the opposite side we see Dylan Thomas begin to make his way to the center of the ring. The bell rings and John and Dylan begin to circle around one another, Thomas goes to lunge forward and catches John, pulling him into a side headlock. Strader grabs around Dylan’s waist, and hoists him up for a side suplex, breaking free from the hold. Thomas quickly rises to his feet and hits JNS with a clean european uppercut, before sending the Strader into the ropes. As John rebounds off the ropes Dylan hits a picture perfect dropkick, sending John to the mat. The two scour back to their feet, near simultaneously and return to circling one another. Things look intense between the two as they vie for the upper hand early in the match.~

Hood: Jesus Christ, stop dancing and fight.

Smith: It’s going to be a long night, Hood, perhaps they wanna conserve energy.

Hood: It’s going to be a long night for sure if everybody just dances around.

~Dylan hits the ropes, bouncing back towards John only to get caught by a big boot. John drops for the cover, but Dylan gets a shoulder up before Puff can even start the count. John grabs Dylan’s head and sends his knee straight to the side of Dylan’s head. Dylan falls to the mat, as CJ cheers on his partner with a big smile on his face. JNS quickly mounts Dylan and unleashes a flurry of punches. Thomas tries his best to keep his guard up, but a few wild punches find their mark. JNS pulls Thomas back to his feet and drags him over to his corner. CJ roots on JNS, as he fires off big meaty chops into his opponent's chest. A quick tag, and the Irishman takes his turn in the ring.~

~CJ immediately hits Dylan with an uppercut in the corner, before dragging him over to the center of the ring. A hip toss sends Dylan onto his ass, CJ cartwheels around and hits Dylan square in the jaw with a dropkick. As soon as CJ gets to his feet, he slams his elbow into Dylan’s ribs. Dylan falters under CJ’s quick strikes, with CJ delivering a few chops to the chest of Dylan, followed by another hard elbow that drives him into the corner. Dylan huffs as leans on the turn buckle, CJ trying to follow up with a running splash but Dylan dives out of the way. At the last second CJ is able to pull back, leaping on the ropes and bouncing himself back into the ring still on his feet. CJ takes a moment to preen for the camera while Dylan pulls himself up.~

Smith: I don’t remember CJ being so agile

Hood: How!? He’s like 5 foot nothing, and 150 pounds.

~The Irishman starts taunting a downed Dylan as Zybala starts stomping his feet, this is the part where Mikey wishes there was a crowd he could get to pull for his partner. The rhythmic stompings send a wave of adrenaline through Dylan as he quickly kips up to his feet. Before CJ can even react, Dylan has his fingers gouging at O’Donnell’s eyes, and then takes advantage of the situation by throwing rapid forearms until CJ drops to a knee, where he’s caught by a step-up enzuigiri sending the fookin’ fook onto his back. Without skipping a beat Dylan lifts up the Irishman’s legs, using them to springboard him forward and landing in a leg drop across CJ’s face~

Smith: THE SENTON LEG DROP!

Hood: We see this every match! Why are you acting surprised?

Smith: This could be the end!

~Dylan quickly goes for the cover, and Puff slides in~

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2-KICKOUT!

~Thomas pulls himself from CJ and goes over to his corner, where he and Zybala exchange a few words before tagging out. Zybala makes a beeline towards CJ as he gets to his feet, he spins around him and hits a picture perfect german suplex. Quickly, he’s back on his feet, waiting for the downed Irishman to rise~

Smith: I think we know what time it is.

Hood: Another fucking superkick…

Smith: You don’t sound very enthused.

Hood: I don’t know man, just feels like… It’s not special anymore.

~CJ rises to his feet, he turns towards his opponent, only to be caught with a stiff forearm to the jaw. Zybala again gets behind CJ and delivers another meaty German suplex. Zybala goes for an elbow drop, but CJ rolls out of the way. He stands up near his corner, when JNS tags himself in and jumps in the ring. JNS whips Mike into the ropes, Mike rebounds with a lifted knee into the gut, doubling JNS over before hitting a rolling neck breaker. JNS rolls across the mat, holding his neck with his teeth clenched~

Hood: Woah! Where’s the superkick?!

Smith: Maybe he’s trying to prove a point. He does do other moves, you know.

Hood: But not any good ones!

~As John tries to rise to his feet, Zybala drops an elbow on the small of his opponent’s back, driving him back into the mat. The pair thud into the canvas as Zybala goes for a quick cover, but CJ slides in to break it up before Puff can start the count. Things between Zybala and CJ look heated for a moment, the pair glaring at each other. Before JNS takes advantage, picking up Zybala and nailing him flat with a backbreaker, that leaves Zybala in agony trying to fight through the pain shooting through his spine. It looks for a moment like both CJ and Dylan might be headed into the ring, to stop any pin attempts to stop any stopping of pin attempts. But JNS isn’t done flinging Zybala around like a dog toy, using an arm drag to throw him into the corner, before hitting a double high knee that Zybala flopping to mat like a stranded fish~

Hood: Was that a pun?

Smith: What’s that, Hood?

Hood: ‘Flopping like a fish’

Smith: I didn’t say anything about fish, Hood.

Hood: Huh… Must be my imagination.,,

~Dylan leans in, out stretching his arm and waving the other arm to get the crowd behind him encouraging Mikey to make the tag. Zybala leaps and he gets the tag! Dylan comes in all fired up with a vicious drop kick that takes big man Strader off his feet! Tomas lays in on the boots. Putting them to the downed JNS as much as he can, while all Johnboy can do is cover up and create distance. Dylan stops his assault and grabs a hold of JNS, getting him in a headlock so that Zybala can come flying off the top rope with a drop kick of his own! The crowd would pop here for the teamwork between the two, IF WE HAD ONE! CJ being shown by the camera doing a hard eye roll and yelling at John to “Get it the fook under control!”~

~Strader lashes out with an enormous right that catches Tomas square on the gob, as Puff is herding Zybala back to the ring apron. This leaves no eyes on the Fookin Fooks, as JNS hefts Dylan onto his shoulders and takes him over to their corner. CJ hits a couple of stiff punches, rocking Dylan. As JNS starts raining heavy punches into Dylan’s midsection CJ fires elbows that seem to hellishly bounce off of Dylan's head, only to come back harder each time, only stopping when he notices Puff turn around. John smacks Dylan across the jaw with a mighty uppercut, sending the vet on his ass. John knees Dylan in the face, smashing the back of his skull into the turnbuckle, as CJ laughs in delight~

Smith: What an absolutely heinous assault.

Hood: I mean, they are called the Fookin’ Fooks.

~John tags in CJ, who in turn quickly begins to throw knees across Thomas’ face. Zybala starts yelling for Thomas to get away. CJ goes for a front kick, but Dylan catches his foot and shoves it to the side, entangling O’Donnell in the ropes and buying himself enough time to dash for the tag. Zybala throws out his hand, reaching and leaning as far as he can, but Thomas is cut off by CJ grabbing him around the waist. The Irishman yells as he lifts his opponent going for The Distinguished Plex, but Dylan breaks free and lands on his feet. Dylan rakes his fingers across his opponent’s back, CJ writhes in pain, turning around only to be caught by Dylan jabbing a thumb into his eye. With his opponent now momentarily blinded, Dylan makes a dive for the tag, bringing in a hot and ready Zybala. He runs at CJ and… hits him with a lariat, sending him to the mat. CJ rolls over, and lifts himself to his feet when he’s caught by… a shoulder tackle~

Hood: Oh, I see, he’s fucking with us.

Smith: Maybe he knows everybody expects it now, and he wants to just keep his opponents on their toes.

~CJ gets to his feet, as Zybala charges towards him he’s able to swing around and bring Zybala down with The Distinguished Plex. Zybala bounces off of his shoulders, and begins to wiggle like a worm. Not in a cool dancey way either, but a ‘Oh god, this hurts!’ way. A slightly groggy CJ, spares little time in returning on the offensive, and begins putting the boots to Zybala, but he’s able to grab a hold of CJ’s leg and bring him down with a drop toe hold. Zybala, quick to his feet, hits the M. Bison (double foot chest stomp). CJ rolls over on his stomach, trying to regain oxygen, but Mike goes for another M. Bison. CJ rolls out of the way, and up to his feet where he catches a falling Zybala with a thundering european uppercut. Zybala stands stunned, as CJ bounces off the rope and hits The Irish Knowledge! (Running Single Leg High Knee). He quickly goes for the cover, and puff slides in.~

1…

~Dylan rushes into the ring and goes to break the pin, as the ref continues his count~

2…

~Dylan is sent to the canvas, as he’s caught by a big boot, by none other than JNS~

3!

DINGDINGDING

Belvedere: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS! THE FOOKIN FOOKS! JOHN NASH STRADER AND CJ O’DONNELL!!!!

~CJ and JNS clap each other on the back, grinning and pointing at the camera! CJ shouts about the team going all the way in the mix as he struts around. JNS nods approvingly, points his thumb as his own chest as he two flexes and takes some time to pose against the backdrop of the ring and ocean~

Hood: That won me some money on the sports book. Bet on the Fookin Fooks, Ladies and gents.

Smith: Nobodies doubting that they earned it, still has to be a big blow to Zybala and Dylan Tomas.

Hood: That’s what you get when you refuse to use your signature weapon for pride or some shit.

~The camera fades to commercial on a shot of CJ and JNS walking down the ramp back toward land as they talk about the next match in the mix event~

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~The massive double front door of Thaddeus Duke’s opens up here in Safe Haven, Rhode Island and popping their heads in front the outside are none other than Delia Black and Claudia Frost of the Influence~

~The duo look a little bit lost as they walk in through the front door “clacking” their heels loudly on the marble floor. Both of them take a moment to admire the view as they slowly remove their oversized sunglasses and hold up their phones to the sky as they begin a dual livestream~

BLACK: O-Em-Gee, Claudia, would you get a load of this place? It’s at least twenty times as big as the Best Pals Penthouse.

FROST: How’d you manage to do that calculation so quickly, Deets? I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact he’s got two sets of stairs going upstairs. Like how do you pick which one you want to go up?

BLACK: I think one’s for going up the stairs and the other one is for going down the stairs.

~Just then Christopher J. Wrigley, the third member of the Influence, walks through the two large double doors onto the marble like he just owns the fucking place. The other two members of the Influence are too busy taking in the sights of the foyer to even notice his arrival.~

WRIGLEY: Goddamn, this has got to be the place where they invented white people. I finally found it, I finally found their homebase.

~Wrigley moves right on past Delia and Claudia towards the nearest closet swinging it wildly open and looking around for something randomly. He shortly then disappears into another part of the house leaving Delia and Claudia standing there~

FROST: I have a great idea, Deets. Remember those jars people were paying us to fill with our farts?

BLACK: How could I forget? You might have to see a specialist about that.

FROST: What? I had a lot of kale this morning, plus the plane ride was bumpy. Anyway, why don’t we play a little prank on Thad and leave a couple around the house? He’ll be walking around and be like, hey look at that jar with the words open me on it and bam catch a hanger right in the face.

~Delia looks a little concerned at the whole idea that Claudia just came up with. Claudia in the meantime opens up her large carrying bag taking out one of the capped mason jars and holds it in her hand~

BLACK: He’s like our boss… uh… I don’t want to get suspended from yet another company.

FROST: That’s the beauty of this plan. I’m going to write our competition’s name on the jars. Check it out.

~Sure enough Claudia takes out a Sharpie marker and on the jar scribbles down a couple of names~

FROST: Boom. This one’s from the Son’s of Krayzie.

BLACK: Wait, are you saying crazy with a ‘c’ or with a ‘k’ and a ‘z-i-e’?

FROST: That wasn’t a winning bit, let’s move on. This is going to be great!!

~Delia thinks about it for another second~

BLACK: I’m in.

FROST: Damn right you are.

~Claudia tosses the already signed jar over towards Delia and digs into her large carry bag and produces yet another jar~

FROST: I call the right staircase!

~Claudia begins to run up one of the staircases while Delia charges up the other staircase as they disappear into the upstairs, both of them laughing the entire way up. Back down on the entry level a couple of large security members have dragged Wrigley out of one of the rooms on the lower level and back towards the front door~

WRIGLEY: What? I thought the kitchen was catering, don’t you know who I am? I’m Legal Daddy Wrigley, you can’t do this to me!

I’ll sue!!

~The camera switches to the outside view of the massive front door, and Wrigley is tossed out just like Jeff from Bel-Air~

~You’ve probably seen the gif~

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~We cut to pre-recorded footage on the big screen set up in the backyard of Thad’s estate in Newport, Rhode Island. As the footage rolls, we can see that a car is passing a sign that reads Welcome to Nelson County. The footage cuts ahead and then the car can be seen pulling up to the home and farm of OCW superstar Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson. The car comes to a stop and the driver's side door opens. Out of the vehicle steps former OCW Savage Champion Jace Parker Davidson. Jace looks around at his surroundings and spots the corn field off in the distance.~

Davidson: Yup, I bet he’s in there somewhere.

~JPD slams the door shut of the vehicle and begins to head towards the corn field. Jace stops outside of the corn field and hears some hooting and hollering from inside.~

Davidson: Hey Ray-Ray… can you pull it out for a moment and come talk to me for a minute?

~JPD pauses for a moment and then shouts towards the corn field again.~

Davidson: And make sure you put your dick away before you come out of there!

~JPD waits for a moment, but no one comes out of the corn field. He shakes his head but suddenly he hears a sound off in the distance. He thinks for a moment but then decides to head towards that direction. JPD comes up upon Ray-Ray’s immaculately maintained double wide, but see’s the first signs of a calamity. His beautiful, majestic Camaro sitting idle amongst a lawn of grass that is about knee high. The number three on the side is still there, but the Earnhardt decal is removed, and it’s just the stain from the sunbleach that leaves its mark.~

Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson: WHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~!?~!?~!?~!?

~Ray-Ray sobs out uncontrollably, Jace Parker Davidson, Ray-Ray’s best friend in the world runs towards the wailing. He looks in front of the beautiful double wide home of the Nelson’s, and there is just a pile of Busch Light cans. Like an actual fucking mound. Like, a whole fucking lot of these cans. Crash, I’m not lying, there’s a fuckton of these things.~

GRRN: WWWWWWHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYY~!?

~The cans rustle and moan again as Jace approaches. He looks astonished at the sheer magnitude of the Busch Light fortress. And even more concerned about what he believes is inside. He looks across the mountain of cans, seeing a bare foot sticking out of the side. He reaches down and pulls on the foot, hoping the rest of the body would come along with it…

He’s not Kerry Von Erich. He has both of his feet still, so Jace is relieved but still absolutely mortified in how he found his compatriot and protege.~

Davidson: Jesus, Ray-Ray… what the hell happened? Did your dog run off on you in the back of your pickup truck with your wife or something?

GRRN: Jace… Jace… You came to save me…

~Ray-Ray crawls through the clinking of the cans and latches on to Jace Parker Davidson’s suit pant leg. His tears and snot mixture splash down on JPD’s fine Italian leather shoes. Jace makes the ‘EEEEEK’ face out of Ray-Ray’s vision, as he slides his leg away and pats our fallen Kentucky Fried Hero on the back.~

Davidson: Ummm… sure. I absolutely saved you.

~Jace nods with fake confidence while his face screams confusion. He then kneels down closer to Ray-Ray.~

Davidson: So, what did I save you from exactly? Just… so we can be sure that whatever it is… is no longer a threat.

GRRN: Jace ya came ta save me from my loser ways! Look at me, I’m a fuckin’ mess! A disaster! The good lord Dale has FOOOOOOOORSAKEN MEEEEEEEEEE!

~Jace looks back shocked as the wild unshaven, really smelly man from Kentucky screams out. Ray-Ray looks up, tears streaming down his cheeks at Jace.~

GRRN: I’m a loser Jace, I’m no good ta ya. Leave me here ta die in the gutter. Leave me here ta toil away in my self created misery. Leave me here ta drown my sorrows in alcohol…

Davidson: Okay, you’ve had a bit of a slump but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed. To be honest with you, I haven’t been the best mentor that I could possibly be to you but that all changes today. You see, I got something planned that is going to get you back on the winning track. The Margarita Mix and that triple threat match? Forget that shit even happened because it’s time for me and you… to take over OCW.

GRRN: HOW CAN I TAKE OVER ANYTHIN’ JACE! I AIN’T NO GOOD TO NO ONE! JUST LET ME GO! This is the scene where Doc Holliday tells Wyatt Earp he’s dyin’. JUST LEMME BE!

~The latest wail causes a burst of activity from the double wide. Betsy-Sue Nelson emerges from the confines of the trailer and sprints up to Jace Parker Davidson. Jace is slack jawed at the sheer unadulterated southern beauty that is Betsy-Sue Nelson. She runs up and wraps her arms around him.~

BSN: Thank God yer here Jace! He’s been like this for days. He’s just been drinkin’ and drinkin’ and drinkin’. I don’t even know what ta do with him. He won’t come inside, he keeps tellin’ me he’s no good… WHAT DO I DO!? HOW DO I HELP HIM!?

~Jace shakes his head semi-rapidly, peeling Betsy-Sue Nelson off of him. He’s still partially shocked Ray-Ray has managed to land anything mildly attractive, but the bigger problem is in front of him.~

Davidson: Well, m’am. I’m an expert in helping men like Ray-Ray. Don’t you worry. I’m just going to need to take him with me… He’s a broken man Betsy-Sue, and I’m the only one that can help put Ray-Ray together again.

~Betsy-Sue looks at Jace, with tears in her pale blue eyes and nods her head solemnly.~

~She kisses Jace on the cheek. It takes everything in Jace’s entire willpower, digging deep down within himself not to say or do anything that could make the situation worse. Every fiber of his being raged to do something terrible. But instead, he grabs Ray-Ray by the scruff of the neck and drags him to the car.~

GRRN: THIS IS IT BETSY! I LOVE YOU! Jace is gonna take me out ta the field and put me down like old yeller!

Davidson: Just get in the fucking car.

~Jace opens the back door of his car, tossing the six foot nine manchild into the backseat. He looks back at Betsy-Sue, giving her the nod as she stands there in her short shorts, and half a flannel shirt. She puts her hands to her face, the tears now streaming and nods while she turns away and our scene fades.~

Hood: Jace out here doing the good work. What a man.

Jones: A patient man. That car ride with Ray-Ray couldn’t have been enjoyable.

Hood: He has all the patience he needs when he’s helping people, Hood. I say we nominate Jace for OCW Man of the Year.

Jones: Good luck with that. I’m pretty sure Jace sees the power and potential in Ray-Ray. Alliances are forming all around him. And, considering he’s not the most popular wrestler in the company, if he can get Ray-Ray’s head on straight and form an alliance with him...well, that just strengthens his position in the company.

Hood: Ray-Ray is super talented. A lot of super talented people in the fed who are struggling right now.

Jones: Yep. It’s a tough roster, for sure. Alright fans...it’s time for our fourth and final Quarterfinal match! Last year’s MIX winner Dolly Waters teams with former OCW Tag Champion, Thunder Knuckles as they take on Hall of Famers Bob Grenier and Curt Canon! To the ring we go!

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~“Figure 8” by Trust Company hits and the fans go wild!!! Curt Canon emerges from Thad’s estate! He looks fired up and ready to go...alongside Curt stands the only other fellow Hall of Famer in this field, Bob Grenier. The duo make their way toward the ring. The elites don’t really know what to make of Bob. But they seem cool with Curt~

Belvedere: The following contest is a Quarterfinal MIX match. Introducing the first team...two Hall of Famers, two former OCW champions...the team of Bob Grenier and Curt Canon!!!

~Curt sprints down the water ramp and slides into the ring while Bob continues his stoic march~

Jones: Bob and Curt looking to win this event for the historic portion of OCW. For the vets!

Hood: The MIX is an opportunity to create a new legend...so Bob or Curt winning would definitely be CLASSIC OCW, BABY

~Ode To Joy hits! The fans go wild! Even the elites! Especially the older, elite men...they seem VERY interested and happy to see Dolly Waters. The defending MIX champion emerges~

Jones: And there she is! The 2021 Mix Champion!

Hood: Those old white dudes better calm down.

~Dolly waits and waits until~

~TK emerges! The cheers turn sour as TK stands next to Dolly...he looks out at all the elites and smirks. He extends his arm, Dolly takes it and they walk toward the ring. TK talks shit to all the rich people surrounding him as he escorts Dolly to the ring. The elites boo. Meanwhile, the people on the boats are dancing to the beat of TK’s theme while drinking lots of alcohol. TK and Dolly reach the ring and enter~

Belvedere: And their opponents...first, he is a former OCW Tag Team Champion...Thunder Knuckles! And, his partner, she is the reigning and defending 2021 MIX Champion...she is...Dolly Waters!!!

Jones: The #2 seed in this year’s MIX only because they aren’t full time OCW wrestlers.

Hood: It’s going to take a great effort from a great team to knock them out.

Jones: Yep.

~ Bob and Knuckles start out for their teams and begin circling each other. Both men move toward one another and as Knuckles goes for a lock up, Bob changes levels and shoots a double leg that takes Knuckles down to his back. Bob transitions right into a headlock, as Knuckles tries to roll to his feet. Bob tightens the headlock up, keeping Knuckles grounded. Knuckles grabs Bob in a waist lock and rolls Bob onto his shoulders for a pin.

Before the Referee can drop for a count Bob had kicked out, releasing the headlock. Both men roll to their feet, and Knuckles goes for a clothesline, but Bob ducks under and catches Knuckles arm and spins Knuckles around into another headlock. Knuckles fires a forearm into the ribs of Bob to loosen the hold and then shoots Bob off hard into the ropes. Bob comes off fast and hits Knuckles with a shoulder tackle that drops Knuckles. Bob charges off the ropes and as he comes back Knuckles rolls over, but Bob hops over him and keeps running off the other ropes. As Bob comes off Knuckles is up and goes for a backdrop, but Bob leap frogs him. Knuckles quickly turns around, but Bob is coming off the ropes again and comes off with a bicycle kick.

Knuckles side steps the kick, and as Bob lands on his feet Knuckles grabs him in a full-nelson. Bob fights the hold, pulling Knuckles arm down, and rolling him over with a Peterson roll. Bob catches Knuckles arm and spins up to his feet holding Knuckles in a wrist lock. ~

Jones: Bob Grenier showing off his technical ability that made him a legend here in OCW.

Hood: And now both Bob Griner and Thunder Knuckles are blown up from that fast start.

~ Bob moves to his corner, keeping Knuckles in the wrist lock. Bob tags Cannon, and Cannon springs to the top rope and jumps off with a knee to the arm of Knuckles. Knuckles grabs his arm in pain and Curt grabs it for a wrist lock, but as soon as he does Knuckles hammers Curt in the face with a hard right hand that drops Curt. ~

Hood: Technical wrestling overcome by a big right hand… CLASSIC OCW BABY!!!

~ Knuckles tags in Dolly, and she jumps right into the ring and runs at Curt who is on his knees. As Dolly charges in Curt leaps from his knees and right into a dropkick to the face of Dolly that drops her to the mat. Curt keeps the offense coming as he follows up with a standing shooting star press. Curt stays on top of Dolly, hooking her leg for a pin. ~

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2…

Kickout.

Jones: Strong kickout from Dolly Waters, going to take more than that to put last year's Mix winner down.

Hood: I heard old Malvado learned how to keep her down last year.

Jones: HOOD!

Hood: What? I'm talking about shots of tequila.

~ Curt waits for Dolly to start getting up before he bounces off the ropes. Dolly sees him coming and shows great explosiveness herself, by leaping from her knees into the air and catching Curt with a hurriconrana, taking him over to the mat. Dolly spins up and goes for a standing shooting star press of her own, but Curt rolls out of the way and Dolly lands flat on the mat. Dolly comes up to all fours, but as she does Curt drops on top of her with a senton bomb.

Curt rolls Dolly over and goes for the pin, but as soon as Curt makes the cover Knuckles comes charging in and goes for a big elbow drop. Curt moves out of the way and Knuckles crushes Dolly with the elbow. Knuckles comes to his knees shocked and apologizing to Dolly, giving Curt an opening to deliver the The Shiny Canon - A shining Wizard dropkick to the back. (Opponent is on one knee, Canon runs at the opponent on an angle, jumps off their knee 180s and dropkicks them in the back.). ~

Jones: SHINY CANON!!! Now that is classic OCW baby.

Hood: The physics of that move seem so weird to me.

~ Curt grabs Dolly and pulls her to his corner where he tags in Bob. Bob pulls Dolly to the middle of the ring and lifts her up for the Chula Vista Dirt Bomb (Argentine Powerbomb), As Bob spins around Knuckles comes out of nowhere clipping Bob's knee from the front. Bob falls face firer onto the mat with Dolly spinning into a bulldog for extra impact. Dolly and Knuckles grab Bob and pull him to their corner. Dolly tags out to Knuckles as Knuckles picks Bob up and hangs him in the tree of woe. Knuckles begins stomping away on Bob as the referee admonishes him about getting out of the corner.

Knuckles tags Dolly back in as Knuckles backs up and argues with the referee. With the ref distracted Dolly hops to the top rope and stands on Bob's crotch. Bob screams in pin as he tries to sit up and move Dolly's leg. As the referee begins to turn around Dolly jumps off of Bob's crotch, spins in mid-air and drop kicks Bob. ~

Jones: Dolly Waters showing off that great athletic ability that helped her win the Mix last year.

Hood: And Bob Griner will be showing off his skills at singing soprano now.

~ Bob starts pulling himself up to his feet when Knuckles grabs him by the hair and pulls him into the corner. Dolly charges into the corner with a running European Uppercut, and then grabs Bob and snapmares him over. Dolly tags Knuckles in, and then Dolly hits a running neck snap on Bob, causing Bob to snap flat onto the mat in perfect position for Knuckles to come off the top rope with a diving elbow drop. Knuckles hooks the leg and pins Bob. ~

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Kickout!

Jones: Waters and Knuckles showing great team work, and Grenier showing great toughness.

Hood: Bob Grenier is tough, but I don't know how much more he can take.

~ Knuckles pulls Bob up and whips Bob hard into the corner. Knuckles charges into the corner with a big clothesline into the corner, crushing Bob and sending him into a seated position. Knuckles backs up to the middle of the ring and then charges in going foe double knees into the corner, but Bob moves out of the way and Knuckles crashes knees first into the turnbuckle. Bob uses the ropes and begins pulling himself to his corner while Knuckles starts crawling towards his. ~

Jones: Bob Grenier will not give up, he is crawling to his partner.

Hood: So is Thunder Knuckles, about to be some very hot tags coming up.

~ Knuckles tags in Dolly and Dolly jumps into the ring running towards Bob, but Bob makes the tag to Curt. Curt springs right to the top rope and comes off with a springboard drop kick to Dolly. Dolly hits the mat and staggers up into a spinning back kick to the stomach from Curt. Curt quickly follows up with the Cannon Fodder (Craddle DDT). Curt knips up to see Knuckles charging with a haymaker. Curt ducks under Knuckles and hooks his arm. Curt spins Knuckles around and nails a V-Trigger Knee that sends Knuckles staggering back and falling out of the ring.

Curt turns around right into a spinning back fist from Dolly. Curt staggers, but goes for a roundhouse kick, but Dolly ducks and catches Curt with a backstabbing. Dolly backs up to the corner signaling for Runninf Waters, and as Curt begins to get up she charges at him. Curt sees her coming and counters by jumping, spinning onto Dolly's shoulders and dropping her with the Kotaro Crusher. ~

Jones: Amazing counter by Curt Cannon, I hope he doesn't retire again.

Hood: You know Curt Cannon is only good for the occasional run in.

~ Curt moves to his corner and as he climbs the top rope Bob tags his leg. Knuckles comes from behind Bob, pulls Bob off the apron, and slams Bob's face into the post. Curt looks down at Knuckles, then back at Dolly. Curt shakes his head and dives onto Knuckles. Knuckles catches Curt in a cross body and powers Curt up over his head. Knuckles takes a few quick steps and throws Curt over head into the water. ~

Hood: Splash, splash, Curt is taking a bath.

Jones: I DON’T THINK CURT CAN SWIM!

~ Knuckles laughs as he turns around, but is met with a Hotbox (straight kick to the junk) from Bob. Knuckles sinks to his knees as Bob flips him off. Bob turns back to the ring as Dolly runs off the apron with Running Waters (Running shining wizard knee strike) to the Skull of Bob. Bob goes down hard, and Dolly quickly grabs Bob's unconscious body and rolls him into the ring. Dolly jumps to the apron, springs to the top rope, and comes off with a moonsault onto Bob for the pin. ~

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~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...the team of DOLLY WATERS AND THUNDER KNUCKLES!!!!!

Jones: Bob and Curt were game...but not game enough. TK and Dolly showed why they are the second highest seed in this star studded field.

Hood: Yep, they looked great. It’s going to be tough to knock them out.

Jones: Well, John Nash Strader and CJ will get that shot in the next round.

Hood: Man, that’s gonna be a good one.

Jones: That it will. Folks, the semi-finals are set! Let’s all catch our breath as more MIX action is set to roll on!

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~ The crowd is quiet, seemingly bored to tears by the pudgy and strictly physics they have seen attempting to be athletic in the ring. The crowd is clambering for something better, they are expecting greatness, they are wanting something MARVELOUS!

In the distance of upon the horizon a yacht appears, and from the top of it flies a large American flag. Two Speed boats suddenly flank the yacht and from them shoot fireworks into the sky. The speed boats pass the yacht driving past the Mix crowd and shooting off the top shelf pyro that the OCW crowd wishes Thad had sprung for.

Behind the Yacht are several other large boats and yachts, each seemingly bigger or fancier than the one before it. The crowd comes alive with excitement as they realize they are watching the most Gucci boat parade of all time.

Three large sailboats pass through the parade, and on the sail of the first one is "M", the second has an "A", and the third another "M", spelling out "M.A.M". Make America Marvelous.

Following the sailboats is the largest Yacht of them all, and at the back on the helicopter landing pad there is a podium set up with speakers, and on that podium stands The Mecca of Manhood, Marvelous Mike Mason, who addresses the crowd as the boat slows to allow the constituents to get a look at their next President of the United States. ~

Mike Mason: Hello Newport, I know many of you are asking yourself why you came here instead of going to the Hamptons for the weekend. You came expecting the greatest athletes, but instead you got the Jersey Shore. Well, I promise this boat parade will make tonight Marvelous. JUST, as when I am elected President of the United States of America, I will make Newport as Marvelous as the Hamptons. I won't just stop there, the M.A.M movement will, and is sweeping across the whole country.

For the first time in many, many, many people's lives they will experience Marvelousness. I know for many it will be hard, they will feel out of place. Honestly, they will be out of place, as for the past thirty years we have had nothing but losers in the White House who made this country full of soy boys, Ignoramuses, limp wristed, overweight, out of shape, uneducated, spineless losers..

That all changes in 2024, as the minute after the Bod God is sworn into office he will start rebuilding this country, making it, and its people SIMPLY MARVELOUS!!!

~ The Big Natty Daddy begins flexing, his massive muscle almost bursting the seams of his jacket. The Blue Angel fighter pilot's fly overhead and the crowd begins to cheer in amazement as the M.A.M boat parade continues. ~

Hood: Damn. I feel so patriotic right now.

Jones: I feel like I need a shower.

Hood: Hey, if that’s an invite...you’re barking up the wrong tree. Just sayin.

Jones: Don’t flatter yourself. Fans, Mike Mason continues to agitate with this over the top antics and insensitive diatribe. But, there’s no denying his talent. He’ll continue to be a thorn in everyone’s side because, well, he’s just that good in the ring.

Hood: Yup.

Jones: And while that ridiculous showing took place...the ring has been cleared and we’re ready for our next match! A Hall of Fame challenge!

Hood: Finally...the end of Alice Knight.

Jones: Scott Stevens looks to spread the word of his gospel...at the expense of OCW’s heart and soul, Alice Knight. Let’s head to the ring!

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~The camera's focus back on the backyard of Thaddeus Duke’s estate called Safe Haven here in Newport, Rhode Island. The fans that paid to be here are all dressed head to toe like this was some kind of Country Club while others are dressed like they have to attend the Oscars after this event is over. It has been a hell of an event already, but we focus on the back porch of the guest house where the announcers table has been set up.~

Jones: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to the Margarita Mix. We’ve gone through our first for Mix matches tonight and now it’s time for singles competition as we have a HOW vs. OCW match featuring Hall of Famers from each team.

Hood: Ugh… not this bitch. I need a drink, but we have a guest here for this match that will make everything better. We have The King of Everything, the HOW Hall of Famer, and HOW LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson.

Davidson: It’s nice to see that someone appreciates the presence of an Elite Athlete. I mean did you honestly think you could have an HOW vs. OCW match and not have me here?

Jones: Sounds like you’re just out here to give your fellow HOW Hall of Famer an unfair advantage.

Hood: Show some damn respect. You think Jace needs to lift a finger to beat an Owl?

Davidson: It’s alright, I’m used to this kind of thing. You have my word that I am not here to help Scott Stevens have an unfair advantage over Alice Knight. If Stevens can’t defeat a fucking brain-dead chick like Alice? Then he deserves everything that he gets.

Jones: I’ll believe it when I see it. Let’s send it to the ring where Belvedere is set to make the introductions.

~The camera cuts from the back porch of the guest house to the ring floating on the water. Belvedere stands in the center of the ring beside referee Gruff holding his microphone.~

Belvedere: The following match is The Hall of Fame Challenge and it’s scheduled for one fall!

~The crowd piled onto the surrounding boats cheer wildly as Belvedere raises the microphone back up to his lips.~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~The lights set up around the mansion go black as a synthesized hymn begins to play as the big screen off to the side comes to life. The hymn continues as the screen begins to show the Best Arena transformed into a style of a church and the screen slowly flashes the words…..WELCOME…..TO…..THE …..HOUSE……OF….BEST as Lee Best’s infamous blood shot eyes hover above the top. The lights begin to come on in a shade of 97 Red as the crowd begins to boo. The sound of glass breaking is heard as the screen shows a crack over the mural of the Best Arena and Lee Best’s eyes as “O FORTUNA EXCALIBUR REMIX” by Apotheosis begins. Lights above the mansion shine down to create a 97 Red WWLBD. The back entrance of the mansion flashes with alternating red and white lights as Scott Stevens makes his way out onto the grass of the open backyard.~

Belvedere: From The Great State of Texas, he is the “Demi-God of HOW!” SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!

~Stevens’ 97 Red circular sunglasses glisten in the light and his devilish grin plasters his face. Scott drinks in his own hype as he lifts his right arm and points to the heavens before he begins to slowly walk towards the path to the ring. As he does so he sticks as close to the center of the aisle as possible to avoid being touched by the rich OCW fans that fill the backyard.~

Jones: At the last HOW PPV called Dead or Alive it was Scott Stevens that took on longtime rival in fellow HOW Hall of Famer Scottywood in what was called a Baptized in Blood match. Stevens lost that match, but the very next night competed in an OCW match where he was victorious against the Lobster Mobster.

Hood: Not to mention that just last night in Tampa, Florida that Stevens had another HOW vs. OCW match where he defeated OCW Hall of Famer Bob Grenier in almost record time. Stevens has already taken down one OCW Hall of Famer and now it’s time for another.

Davidson: As someone that’s experienced in wrestling for both OCW and HOW I can tell you it takes a toll on the body. Stevens suffered significant damage in that PPV match vs Scottywood but so far, he hasn’t let that slow him down any.

~Once reaching the floating ring Scott climbs up onto the mat before he wipes his feet off on the ring apron, his smile never leaving his face. Moving towards the center of the ring, Scott lowers the hood of his jacket and lifts his arm high into the air as he pulls out the Book of Best. The music dies as the house lights return signaling Scott to his corner to prepare for his match.~

Belvedere: And his opponent…

~”LEVEL" begins to play throughout the backyard of Thad’s estate as the fans begin to 'hoot' like owls while they cheer their OCW hero. She makes her way out of the back entrance of the mansion and heads to the ring with a bubbly demeanor waving her hands and arms, flapping them like a bird.~

Belvedere: From Bethel, New York, weighing in tonight at 125lbs. She is an OCW Hall of Famer. Please welcome the returning ALICEEEE KNIGHTTTTT!!!!

~She enters into the ring and continues to flap as she bounces off the ropes pointing at some of her Owlies fan members, mostly young girls and boys and drunk adults. She rushes the ropes and heads to the middle turnbuckle and makes a flapping wings hand gesture smiling at the crowd on the surrounding boats as she waits for the match to begin.~

Jones: It’s so damn good to see a cornerstone of OCW like Alice Knight back in the ring where she belongs. It felt like Paramount was missing something for a while without Alice with them along the way.

Hood: Ugh I hope Thaddeus isn’t going to mind if I vomit all over his fancy guest house. It’s like you’re worse than Gilbert when it comes to your blind love of anything that crazy Owl woman does. It’s like no one can see that she’s mentally unstable.

Davidson: That’s because people here in OCW that call themselves Proud and Strong but yet they’re nothing more than a group of people that need their ego catered to 24/7. Not to mention that God Awful mustard of her’s that has lethal amounts of poison mixed into the product.

~Belvedere exits the ring and makes his way back to land. Gruff checks with both Stevens and Alice then calls for the bell to signal the start of the match.~

DING DING

~Stevens and Alice meet in the center of the ring and immediately the height difference is dramatic. Stevens stands at 6’6” and Alice at 5’8” which means Stevens towers over the OCW Hall of Famer. Stevens begins trying to talk to Alice about the Book of Best, but Alice raises her hands up to her ears and covers them. This angers Stevens who reaches out and pulls Alice’s hands away from her ears. Alice kicks Stevens hard on the shin which causes him to hop on one foot while holding his shin in pain. Alice stomps down on the one foot that Stevens is standing on which causes him to fall on his ass. The crowd on the boats laugh as Alice paces around the ring flapping her arms and HOOTing.~

Jones: Seems like Alice Knight is in rare form tonight. The Paramount member might be at a disadvantage size wise but she’s managed to take Scott Stevens off of his feet in the opening moments of this match.

Hood: Things were good, it was quiet, and we had actual wrestling matches but now that this bitch is back, we got all that Hooting and nonsense. I hope Stevens puts her out of commission once again because an Alice Knight free OCW is a place I want to be in.

Davidson: Stevens needs to get on his feet and stop trying to convert people. I’m in the process of taking over OCW you idiot. Just wrestle the fucking match and lay that delusional woman out. Don’t fall for her insanity.

~Stevens gets up to his feet angered then rushes towards Alice looking to lock up but ducks under his arms and gets behind the HOW Hall of Famer. Alice unleashes a series of kicks to the back of Stevens’ knee trying to chop the man down to size. Stevens turns around and swings a wild right hand but Alice dodges it. Alice sticks out her tongue at Stevens and shakes her index finger back and forth at him. Stevens rubs his hand down his face then approaches Alice more cautiously. Stevens and Alice lock up and Stevens gets to use his power advantage to back Alice to the corner and up against the turnbuckle. Gruff comes over and calls for a clean break. Stevens smiles and then slowly releases Alice without attacking. But it’s just a trick as Stevens swings a right hand at Alice but the OCW Hall of Famer is too quick and Stevens finds himself against the turnbuckle. Alice raises back and begins laying in knife edged chops to the chest of the Texan.~

Jones: Alice Knight is just too quick for a man like Scott Stevens who weighs north of 250lbs. Alice is picking her spots and attacking when she can then retreat instead of going at a powerhouse like Stevens' head on.

Hood: She’s like a greased monkey inside of that ring and before you even say it… shut up. I know she’s supposed to be an Owl but my point stands. Scott Stevens is a great wrestler. A man that can out wrestle Alice Knight which is why he’s an HOW Hall of Famer. Right, Jace?

Davidson: Stevens is an HOW Hall of Famer but in the sense that the Straders kept OCW alive. Technically true but in the grand scheme of things it’s not really all that valuable in Stevens' case. Scott Stevens is still no Jace Parker Davidson, but he should be good enough to overcome Alice Knight.

~Alice grabs a hold of Stevens and whips him into the ropes, but Stevens reverses the whip and sends Alice into the ropes. Alice bounces off the ropes and hits Stevens with a low dropkick to the knee that brings him down to the canvas. Alice gets up to her feet then waits as Stevens gets back up to both knees. Alice begins to fire off a series of kicks to the chest of Scott Stevens as the crowd counts along with each blow. Alice backs up a bit and then goes to hit Stevens with a kick to the head, but Stevens catches her leg. Stevens rises to his feet holding Alice, but Alice manages to scurry her way over his shoulder and into a sunset flip as Gruff slides in for the count.~

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KICKOUT

Jones: I love how Alice has approached this match so far. You’d think there would be some ring rust for sure and I know there is but she’s not trying to do too much here. She’s more trying to frustrate Scott Stevens than get into an all-out fight.

Hood: Oh, stop kissing her ass. She managed to get Stevens into a sunset flip, and it didn’t even win her the match. She can only jab at Stevens for so long before one big move will rattle her brain and Stevens will put her away and secure a victory for HOW.

Davidson: Don’t worry about Jones. When I have control of OCW he won’t have a job anymore. Stevens needs to be patient and not fall into any traps. Alice doesn’t have the power needed to put Stevens away with one shot. Just wait her out and strike when the opportunity presents itself.

~Alice and Stevens both get back up to their feet, but Alice gives Stevens a boot to the midsection that doubles him over. Alice turns and races towards the ropes. Alice bounces off the ropes then takes Stevens down to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker. Alice is back up to her feet quickly then steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckle. Alice perches herself on the top rope as Stevens regains a vertical base. As Stevens turns around Alice leaps off the top rope and hits Stevens with a missile dropkick that sends him back down to the canvas. Alice gets back up to her feet and begins flapping her arms again and celebrating. Stevens gets back up to his feet then catches Alice from behind. Stevens goes for a release German suplex but Alice lands on her feet behind Stevens. As Stevens turns around Alice kicks his knee again bringing him to his knees. Alice grabs a hold of Stevens and then…~

Jones: THE APACHE!

Hood: NOOO!

Davidson: Fucks sake, Stevens get the fuck up!

~Alice spikes Stevens down to the canvas with the DDT. Alice hooks the leg and makes the cover on Stevens as Gruff slides in for the count.~

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KICKOUT

Jones: Damn, I thought that one was all over once she hit The Apache.

Hood: Stevens is much too strong of a man to let a 125lb woman like Alice Knight take him out like that.

Davidson: Lucky for Stevens he was able to kick out because it’s still early in this match but fucking hell. Let’s not let Alice hit you with her finisher out of nowhere. What to give that a try, dickhead?!

~Alice is in shock for a moment that Stevens was able to kick out of The Apache but gets up to her feet. Alice tries to refocus then races towards the ropes as Stevens pulls himself back up to his feet. Alice springboards to the middle rope then leaps off at Stevens but Stevens catches her and hits her with a Double S Spinebuster down to the canvas hard. Alice arches her back in pain as Stevens finally grounds the smaller wrestler. Scott Stevens gets back up to his feet and tries to shake off the effects of The Apache. Stevens grabs Alice by the hair and pulls her back up to her feet. Stevens buries a knee into the midsection of Alice then whips her into the corner. Alice hits the turnbuckle hard and falls to the canvas.~

Jones: Alice got caught and now Stevens is trying to use his power to take out the OCW Hall of Famer. You have to wonder the depths of which Scott Stevens is willing to go to beat Alice Knight here in the middle of the ring.

Hood: If Alice is lucky then CJ O’Donnell will come down and save her before Stevens kills another Owl and grills her up. I prefer my Owl bites burnt to a crisp. Come on Stevens! Snap her neck!

Davidson: CJ O’Donnell better be worried about resting for the next round of the Mix matches and not Alice. The OWL IS NIGHT is going to have to fend for herself here. Unless she wants to prove that OCW Hall of Famers need help to win matches.

~Alice pulls herself up to her feet using the turnbuckle pads. Stevens gets a running start towards the corner then leaps into the air and crushes Alice against the turnbuckle with a Stinger Splash. Stevens backs away from the corner as Alice collapses down to the canvas. Stevens leans down and grabs Alice by the hair then pulls her up to her feet. Stevens hooks Alice then hits her with a side Russian leg sweep slamming the back of her head against the canvas. Stevens gets up to his feet and begins yelling at the fans on the boats about the glory that is the GOD of HOW to a chorus of boos. Stevens turns his attention back towards Alice as she struggles to get back up to her feet. Stevens grips the waist from behind and then slings her halfway across the ring with a release German suplex. Alice lands on the head and shoulders again and gets folded up like an accordion.~

Jones: This is getting hard to watch. Stevens is in complete control at the moment and maybe Alice Knight came back to the ring way too soon. To step up to a challenge of a man that is much bigger than her and a HOW Hall of Famer? Her OCW pride might have clouded her judgment.

Hood: Are you stupid? This is quality entertainment. I’ve got OCW pride, but you don’t see me willing to step into the ring with Scott Stevens. I’m just realistic and if OCW gets taken over by HOW then I’m more than willing to go from Proud and Strong to worshiping the one true GOD of professional wrestling.

Davidson: Stevens is just playing with his food at the moment. He’s hit Alice with high impact moves and completely taken the energy out of these OCW faithful. It’s only a matter of time before Stevens defeats another OCW Hall of Famer.

~Stevens gets up to his feet then stalks across the ring as Alice uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Stevens hits Alice with a clubbing shot to the back then whips her into the ropes. Alice bounces off the ropes, but Stevens catches her and tosses her high into the air. As Alice begins to descend connects with Debbie Does Dallas. The European uppercut nearly takes Alice’s head off as she crashes down to the canvas. Stevens makes a lazy cover on Alice as Gruff slides in for the count.~

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TWO

THR--

KICKOUT!

Jones: I thought that this one was over, but Alice managed to get her shoulder off of the canvas before the three count. She’s taken a beating thus far but there is still some fight left inside of the OCW Hall of Famer.

Hood: Are we sure that she actually got her shoulder up? Stevens might have hit her so hard that she might be having a seizure. If Stevens would have made a better cover and hooked a leg, then he’d have won already.

Davidson: Stevens has always let his ego fuck him over. The guy gets unnecessarily cocky in certain situations, and it always comes back to bite him in the ass. But Alice looks pretty thoroughly beaten at this point so it should be fine.

~Stevens gets to his feet not even concerned that Alice got her shoulder up before the three count. Stevens makes his way over towards the corner then kneels down and begins to say a prayer in front of the Book of Best as the crowd shouts their disapproval. Alice begins to crawl her way over to a corner as Stevens gets back up to his feet. Stevens makes his way over to Alice then grabs the top rope and begins to stomp a mudhole into the OCW Hall of Famer and walk it dry. Gruff pulls Stevens away from Alice as the HOW Hall of Famer is all smiles. Stevens eventually pushes Gruff aside then grabs a hold of Alice. Stevens pulls her up to her feet then lifts her high up into the air in a vertical suplex position. Stevens just shows off and keeps her in the air as the crowd begins counting how many seconds he can hold her up.~

Jones: This is just disrespectful. Beating Alice Knight is one thing but going to these levels to embarrass her is too much. Just finish the match and take your win. It’s stuff like this that causes the rest of the OCW roster to not have anything to do with HOW.

Hood: Alice knows what she signed up for when she accepted the challenge. Or at least she did because with the way all of her blood is rushing to her head at the moment, I doubt she remembers her own name.

Davidson: Let’s get it straight, Jones. The rest of the OCW roster is fucking weak and lacks the necessary talent to hang with most of the HOW roster. That is the only reason that they want nothing to do with HOW. If HOW was… PRIME and we could just be steamrolled, then OCW wrestlers would be all over that shit.

~Stevens continues to hold Alice high in the air before finally bringing her down to the canvas with a brainbuster. Alice’s body goes limp as Stevens gets back up to his feet. Stevens goes to continue to attack Alice but Gruff steps in and stops Stevens. The referee orders Stevens to step away before kneeling down to check on Alice Knight. The crowd remains silent while quietly hoping that Alice isn’t seriously injured. Stevens however doesn’t like the fact that Gruff is giving her time to recover. Stevens steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckle. Stevens perches himself on the top rope as Gruff begins to yell for Stevens not to do it. Stevens yells back at Gruff before leaping off of the top rope. Gruff moves out of the way as Stevens hits Alice with a diving headbutt from the top rope. Stevens gets up to his feet and shakes his own head a bit from the impact of the move. Stevens grabs a hold of Alice then pulls her off of the canvas. Stevens lifts Alice into position then spikes her down to the canvas with the Scorpion Driver. This time Stevens hooks the leg and makes the cover on Alice as Gruff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

THREE!

NO!

Jones: ALICE GOT HER SHOULDER UP AGAIN! Stevens hit her with a sit-out Tombstone Piledriver, but Alice managed to get her shoulder off of the canvas at the last possible second! This man isn’t over!

Hood: That was definitely a three count. I saw Gruff’s hand hit the canvas three times. Scott Stevens beat Alice Knight fair and square and Gruff is trying to cheat Stevens out of a victory on PPV!

Davidson: Goddammit Stevens! Hit her with your fucking finisher and stop showing off. No one cares that you know a lot of moves. All they care about is whether or not you can beat Alice Knight in the middle of the ring.

~Stevens is in disbelief but quickly hooks both of Alice’s legs this time and makes the cover as Gruff begins to count again.~

ONE

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THREE

NOOOOOOO!!!!!

Jones: SHOULDER UP! SHOULDER UP! SHE DID IT AGAIN!

Hood: WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING IN THE RING RIGHT NOW?!

Davidson: I will admit that Alice Knight seems to be proving herself to be tougher than a two-dollar steak. Stevens might want to slap on a submission hold here. Cut off her oxygen to the bird brain and this match is done.

~Stevens shoots up to his feet livid as he walks over to Gruff and grabs a hold of his referee’s shirt. Stevens accuses Gruff of cheating and making slow counts, but Gruff stands his ground and slaps Stevens hands away from him. Gruff threatens to DQ Stevens if he lays his hands on him again. Stevens turns his attention back towards Alice and grabs her by the hair. Stevens lifts Alice up over his shoulder then makes his way over to the corner. Stevens sits Alice on the top turnbuckle. Stevens slaps Alice across the face then begins to climb the turnbuckle. Stevens grabs a hold of Alice and hooks her for a superplex but Alice comes to life and begins biting Scott Stevens on the nose.~

Hood: She’s biting Stevens!

Jones: I bet the Book of Best didn’t tell him that Owl’s bite!

Davidson: Probably the first time a woman has had a piece of Scott Stevens in her mouth in a long fucking time.

~Stevens howls in pain as Alice’s teeth sink into his nose. Alice lets go of his nose then uses her hands to shove Stevens off of the top rope and down to the canvas hard. Alice pulls herself up to her feet on the top rope then leaps off and connects with a frog splash down to Stevens on the canvas. Alice rolls off of Stevens holding her ribs in pain as both wrestlers remain on the canvas. Gruff begins a ten count as the crowd cheers to try and get Alice to her feet.~

Jones: Alice hit the frog splash but she’s not able to make the cover on Stevens. That might have been the last desperation move Alice had left.

Hood: Alice took way too much of a beating for a majority of this match. At this point all Stevens has to do is roll over and put an arm over Alice and she’s done.

Davidson: Why would he put Alice on the top rope to begin with?! Keep her grounded and lock in a submission hold! You’re over a 100lbs bigger than her! ~Alice is the first one back up to her feet while holding onto her ribs. Alice leans down and pulls Stevens up to his feet but Stevens counters then…~

Hood: TOXIC STING!

Jones: SHE SAW IT COMING!

~Stevens indeed goes for the Toxic Sting but Alice counters by pushing Stevens away. As Stevens turns around Alice plants a boot to the midsection then…~

Jones: THE APACHE! SHE HIT IT A SECOND TIME!

Hood: BUT STEVENS ROLLED TO THE OUTSIDE!

~Hood is right. Alice connects with a second Apache, but Stevens wisely rolls out of the ring before Alice could make the cover. Alice pounds her hands on the canvas in disappointment as Stevens tries to recover on the outside. Alice exits the ring then leans down and tries to lift the much heavier Stevens to his feet. Alice gets Stevens up to one knee but Stevens rushes Alice backwards spine first into the ring apron. Stevens continuously drives his shoulder into Alice’s midsection. Stevens pulls away from Alice as she crumbles down to the platform on the outside. Stevens grabs Alice by the head and drags her to the edge of the platform. Stevens dunks Alice’s head into the air and holds it there. The crowd gasps as Stevens attempts to drown the OCW Hall of Famer.~

Jones: HE’S TRYING TO MURDER ALICE KNIGHT! THIS ISN’T PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING. THIS IS CRIMINAL!

Hood: I’M SO HARD RIGHT NOW! SCOTT STEVENS MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE!

Davidson: Color me surprised. Scott Stevens might actually have a spine after all this time.

~Alice’s arms and legs flail wildly as Stevens keeps her head underwater. Gruff exits the ring immediately and begins to pull Scott Stevens away from Alice. Stevens keeps Alice’s head submerged but Gruff threatens to call for a DQ. Stevens let’s go of Alice who pulls her head out of the water gasping and choking. Stevens gets onto his feet and gets into the face of Gruff. Stevens shoves Gruff with both hands but Gruff has had enough and shoves Stevens right back. The crowd is going nuts as Stevens eyes Gruff up and down with hatred burning in his eyes. However, he doesn’t notice Alice back on her feet behind him. Alice has something in her hands. She spins Stevens around and then sprays her brand name mustard into Stevens’ eyes via a squeeze bottle.~

Jones: Alice pulled her spicy chunky brown mustard from under the ring and sprayed Stevens in the eyes with it!

Hood: Brown?! That’s the kind with poison in it! Why isn’t Gruff trying to DQ Alice for doing that?!

Davidson: Stevens has met a fate worse than death.

~Stevens screams bloody murder and tries to wipe the mustard out of his eyes. Alice grabs a hold of Stevens and rolls him back into the ring. Alice slides back into the ring along with Gruff. Stevens gets to his feet and staggers around clearly blinded by the toxic mustard. Alice plants a boot to Stevens’ midsection then…~

Jones: THE APACHE FOR A THIRD TIME!

~Alice connects with the DDT then hooks the leg and makes the cover on Stevens as Gruff slides in for the count.~

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THREE!!!!

DING DING

Belvedere: Here is your winner… OCW Hall of Famer ALICEEEE KNIGHTTTTTT!!!!!!

Jones: Alice did it! She defeated Scott Stevens! OCW is better than HOW!!!

Hood: Alice cheated! No way she beats Scott Stevens fairly without that lethal fucking mustard!!!

Davidson: Regardless of how she did it. She beat Scott Stevens and he will pay the price for fucking this up. I can promise you that.

~Jace takes off his headset and slams it down before walking off. Gruff grabs a hold of Alice’s arm and lifts it into the air. Alice is worse for wear, but she staggers over towards the corner than grabs a hold of the Book of Best. Alice stares down at it for a moment then tosses it as far as she can into the water. The crowd roars its approval as Alice climbs the turnbuckle and celebrates with the OCW faithful.~

Jones: A huge win for Alice! A huge win for OCW!

Hood: Fuck my life.

Jones: Let's all HOOT together for the QUEEN of OCW! tonight, she reigns supreme!

Hood: KILL ME NOW

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~We cut to a backstage shot of The Nickleman, Thunder Knuckles, and Bobby Bourbon in a locker room. They look to be playing a game called WORD COUNT on a table together. It looks like The Nickleman is winning`

Bobby: Wow TK, you did great work in round 1! Even with Dolly there weighing you down, you two look like you’re going to win this thing.

~Thunder Knuckles looks over to Bobby Bourbon as he wipes a few beads of sweat off of his forehead. The Nickleman, meanwhile, is quietly adjusting the pieces of the board game to his advantage~

TK: Well I goddamn hope so, Bobby, because if I don’t win this whole thing then what was the goddamn point!

Bobby: Just make sure you don’t work too hard in round two, okay TK? Make Dolly work herself out, the last thing we need is a fresh Dolly Waters going into that final match against you.

TK: Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, don’t you fucking think Bobby? Don’t fucking jinx me! Knock on wood!

~All three bastards pat their own junk before returning to the boardgame conversation~

TK: Besides, why the hell wouldn’t I want that? I’d still beat her nonetheless, and I’d have even bigger bragging rights! Dolly’s no bastard, and she can’t compete with one!

Bobby: Because working hard sucks.

TK: Ah shit, that’s a good point.

~Bobby looks down at the gameboard. The Nickleman removes his manipulative mitts just in time to avoid detection~

Bobby: Wait, wasn’t I winning just a moment ago? And TK, isn’t it your turn?

~The Nickleman smirks to the bastards as he looks across the table to them~

Don’t y’all think you’ve done your fair share of winning over here already? I think it’s THE NICKLEMAN’S turn to lay my card on the table and see where fate takes me here in the OCW.

~TK, Bobby, and The Nickleman continue to play board games in between matches as their scene comes to an end and the camera fades to black~

Jones: The Nickleman showing he’s got some powerful friends.

Hood: Oh yea, man. Bourbon and Knuckles have done some damage in OCW over the past few years. Nickleman is right...it’s his turn now.

Jones: As wild as TK and Bourbon are...many would argue that Nickleman is the craziest.

Hood: Stop. I’m already sold. You can’t sell me any more.

Jones: I’m told Nickleman will make his in-ring debut on next week’s Massacre.

Hood: Yusss!

Jones: In the meantime, we’ve got a MIX to figure out...and Semi-Final action begins now! The #1 seeds are back in the ring as PIC and TLS step back into the ring against arguably their biggest competition...the team of CYPH3R and Sahara.

Hood: Now it’s getting serious. Fuck that’s four amazing wrestlers.

Jones: Yep. CYPH3R hasn’t lost since April. He’s the TransAtlantic Champion. PIC is the Savage Champion. TLS is the Oh Shit Contract holder. Sahara is the #1 contender to the TransAtlantic Title. Gold, accolades. This match is littered with it...but only one team can advance. Let’s find out which team that will be!

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~The sun remains perched high in the sky, sending it’s scathing rays down upon the spectators and, soon-to-be, in-ring talent. Belvedere, still sipping on his first drink because the man is not a lush and knows how to savor the flavor, resumes his task~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Margarita MIX Semi-Finals!

~The elite crowd offers yet another golf clap. Very eager to see how this tournament will play out but not TOO eager. They can’t act like heathens. Speaking of, the boats around the ring and rocking with KID ROCK blaring from a set of speakers...beers being chugged...good times had by all. The elites snarl and shake their heads...’there goes the neighborhood’ one of them says~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~Every Breath you take by the Police hits! The elites normally pop for anything by STING but not the music for this masked man. They aren’t a fan. TLS emerges, holding his Oh Shit Contract briefcase. It’s clear his neck is still bothering him from the first match. He heads down the aisle and looks at a few of the elite fans...they keep their distance...except for one man who is talking about the five yachts he owns. TLS reaches out, grabs his extremely complex and expensive looking drink and tosses it back. The man is offended but TLS just pie faces him back into the crowd behind him. The people begin to boo~

Jones: TLS better be careful. These people have more money than, well, just about anybody I know.

Hood: To be fair, the richest person you know is the manager of the local Wal Mart.

Jones: Hey! Dennis is a great guy.

~“Raise your hands” by Bon Jovi quickly plays, squashing the heat between TLS and the elites. The Elite switch into ULTRA WHITE PEOPLE MODE as they start jamming out to the hardest rock star they know, Bon Jovi. PIC emerges from Thad’s estate, Savage Title over his shoulder. TLS watches as PIC heads his way...PIC looks fresh and he looks ready to go. TLS, meanwhile, continues to work and move his neck around. PIC reaches TLS and the two make their way to the ring~

Belvedere: Together, they hold the Oh Shit Contract and the Savage Championship...they are the top ranked seed in the tournament...they are PIC and TLS!!!!

~PIC and TLS reach the ring. PIC slides in under the bottom rope while TLS walks up the steps and enters through the ropes, gingerly. He heads for his team’s corner and steps through the ropes onto the apron, dropping the briefcase down onto the metal surface surrounding the ring. PIC entertains the crowd a bit before heading to TLS, wondering why he’s so sullen. TLS doesn’t offer much, simply that he’s ready to get this match going~

Jones: Yea, that neck is bothering TLS...meanwhile PIC is in great shape.

Hood: TLS is always thinking ahead, Jones. If these two were to win the tag portion, they’d have to face each other. If TLS goes into that with an injured neck while PIC remains perfectly fine...big advantage for the Savage Champion.

Jones: That’s all true but they’ve got to get there first. Which means defeating a team featuring a man who hasn’t lost since April.

Hood: The Superior Design!

~In This Moment – Adrenalize hits! The elites stand and turn, proudly as one of their own makes her entrance from the back of the estate she shares with Thad. Sahara emerges, ready to compete. She makes her way down the roped aisle, welcoming and exchanging pleasantries with some of these people. It’s a small world when you have that much money~

Jones: The home court advantage definitely resides with Sahara.

Hood: As much as these rich assholes dig Bon Jovi and his HARD ROCK...no way they won’t pull for one of their own.

Jones: I agree.

~Sahara reaches the ramp that extends to the ring and she awaits the entrance of her current partner and future opponent. "Fortune Days" by the Glitch Mob hits and the TransAtlantic Champion makes his second appearance of the evening. The TA Title is hanging over his shoulder as he makes his way down the aisle. The elites look on, confused by this man. Why is he wearing a hoodie outside in summer weather? Why is he so thing? Why does he look like...well, the way he looks? CYPH3R ignores them. These aren’t his type of people...then again, what type of people (OUTSIDE OF HIS BELOVED DOT) are his type of people? He’s a fuckin hacker. He reaches Sahara...she eyes the belt over his shoulder. CYPH3R looks her way as if to say, ‘stay focused’. The duo make their way down the ramp, to the ring. CYPH3R slides into the ring, holding his TA Title while Sahara marches up the steps, remaining on the apron~

Belvedere: One member of the team is the TransAtlantic Champion...the other is the most powerful woman in the company….the team of CYPH3R and Sahara!!!!

~The people on the boats boo when they hear and see Sahara. The Elites give her a nice round of applause. CYPH3R looks to place his belt outside the ring...Sahara offers to hold it but CYPH3R smirks and says, ‘no way’. He drops it onto the metal surface surrounding the ring, in their corner. PIC does the same with his Savage Title. The two champions stare one another down and begin to circle as the bell sounds~

Jones: And here we go! Starting off with two of the hottest, most talented wrestlers in the entire industry...the Savage Champion, PIC will begin this match against the TransAtlantic Champion, CYPH3R.

Hood: THIS could be a look into the future, Jones. A future OCW Title match headlining a PPV.

Jones: Two of the absolute best in this industry, no doubt.

~PIC and CYPH3R stop the circling and they dive in, locking horns. PIC has a massive size advantage and he seeks to use it to bully CYPH3R into the corner...but CYPH3R saw this coming. Dude’s IQ is off the charts, so he lifts a quick knee before PIC can get too much momentum, sending the Savage Champion doubling over. CYPH3R lifts a quick knee into PIC’s face, sending him staggering backward, into the ropes. CYPH3R whips PIC off the ropes...PIC reverses. CYPH3R bounces off...PIC leapfrogs CYPH3R...but CYPH3R stops on a dime right behind PIC. PIC turns around and CYPH3R spins around with a roundhouse kick into PIC’s head!!! PIC stumbles into a corner, shaken by the kick~

Jones: CYPH3R is so smart. So quick. So agile.

Hood: If you’re gonna whack off, do that shit in the bathroom. Not out here right next to me.

Jones: Gross! I’d never do that on air!

~CYPH3R throws a huge kick to the side of PIC’s head...the Savage Champion leans forward, staggered. CYPH3R lifts a knee into his face and then grabs PIC by his soccer mom hairstyle and slams his face into the top rope and rakes it across the top rope as he drags him into his corner where he tags Sahara into the match. CYPH3R pulls PIC away from the ropes, back to Sahara. Sahara jumps up, springboards off the top and drops PIC with a bulldog!!! PIC’s face SLAMS into the mat. The fans on the boats boo VOCIFEROUSLY. The elites golf clap. Sahara stands and throws her arms in the air like a triumphant warrior~

Jones: Well, I mean she certainly looks like a million bucks. However, she hasn’t won a thing, yet.

Hood: What are you talking about? She won a hard fought TransAtlantic Contenders match back at Truth or Consequences!

Jones: She used her power to give herself the win!

Hood: That’s hard fought, man. You know how hard she had to fight to earn Thad’s love thus obtaining that sort of power? People don’t just stumble into power...unless they’re born into that shit.

Jones: I vehemently reject your logic.

~PIC looks up and we see blood covering his nose. It isn’t obvious if the bloods from the rope rake or the bulldog...or both. But, regardless of the path the result remains the same. Sahara turns, spotting PIC’s bloody nose and she kicks him right in the face. He rolls away, covering his face, hooking his free arm around the bottom rope. Sahara heads his way, face contorted with anger. She grabs a handful of PIC’s hair and yanks him to his feet...she drags him into a corner and begins to repeatedly slam his face into the top buckle~

Jones: Sahara showing zero sympathy for PIC’s injury. Going at it like a rabid lioness.

Hood: You say that like you’re surprised. Like, seriously...when are people going to get this through their fuckin heads. Sahara is LEGIT.

Jones: Hey, if she wins this tournament, I’ll be a believer.

Hood: Boy I wish you asked as much out of yourself as you do her.

~Sahara pulls PIC’s head back and the camera gets a close up of a thick coat of blood covering the tip of his nose and part of his lips and chin. Sahara reaches into view with her hand and she starts to pull and yank on the nose. PIC yells out in pain. The boat fans boo. The elite fans clap and nods, “She’ll do whatever it takes. Nice.” PIC desperately reaches up, grabbing Sahara by the head and he just tosses his body to the mat, slamming her face first into the top buckle!!! Sahara stumbles back, dropping to one knee. PIC drops to his knees, leaning against the bottom buckle, holding his nose. He looks over at TLS who has his arms folded, watching~

Jones: TLS doesn’t seem to be eager for a tag.

Hood: Dude, PIC is across the ring. TLS isn’t Ball Ball.

Jones: I’m just saying. He’s got a bad neck...PIC injuring his nose may not be the worst thing in the world, in his mind.

Hood: Won’t fuckin matter if they lose.

~Sahara gets back to her feet, holding her face...she looks at her hand, no blood. She snarls and charges at PIC...she leaps up with both knees...PIC dives out of the ring, onto the metal surface surrounding the ring. Sahara’s knees SLAM into the middle buckle...she limps away, her back to the action. PIC hops onto the apron...he leaps up and springboards off the top rope with a flying forearm...but Sahara spins around and drills him in the face with an Enziguri!!!! SMACK!!! PIC’s body flips over in mid air and lands HARD on the mat...a slight blood mist is produced via the impact. Sahara dives on top of him for the pin. Scruff slides in~

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2!

3...NO!

Jones: Sooo close! I think people have figured that flying forearm out.

Hood: Ya don’t say...he only does it EVERY MATCH.

Jones: Or, well, every match put together by a certain someone.

Hood: I’m not naming names.

~Sahara returns to her feet and she screams down at PIC, stomping on him. Furious he didn’t just lay down for the three. I mean, that was an excellent move. CYPH3R, noticing his partner getting a little out of control, claps his hands together and extends his right hand...Sahara frowns but marches that way, tagging the TransAtlantic Champion back into the match. CYPH3R enters and crouches...he stalks PIC like a predator, ready to deal a deathblow to wounded prey~

Jones: Smart move by CYPH3R. If you get too emotional against a veteran like PIC you’re prone to making a match ending mistake.

Hood: Yep. That’s why he’s the greatest wrestler on this roster. Sorry, Kali.

Jones: Bro. Kali is legit going to murder you now.

Hood: Haha. I was only kidding.

~PIC struggles to his feet...CYPH3R kicks his foot out, a front kick into PIC’s chest, sending him flying into a corner. CYPH3R charges in and leaps into the air with a splash...he grabs PIC by the head and snapmares him out of the corner. PIC lands on his ass, center of the ring...CYPH3R hits the ropes, shoots off and SMACK! He soccer kicks PIC in the face, knocking him on his back...more blood mist. CYPH3R dives on top for the pin~

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2!

3...NO!

Jones: Shoulder up that time. PIC’s running out of steam.

Hood: Yea, and TLS seems just fine with it.

Jones: He hasn’t made a motion or a movement to enter the ring all match. Weird, considering he leads a group of psychopaths who don’t understand the concept of ‘rules’.

~CYPH3R knows how dangerous PIC is so he stays on top of the Savage Champ, ripping him to his feet and kneeing him in the gut a few times before whipping him into his team’s corner. Sahara holds her hand out and receives a tag. She starts to choke PIC while standing on the apron as CYPH3R casually exits the ring. Scruff administers a five count...she holds on a few seconds longer than she should but eventually lets him go. PIC stumbles forward, to one knee. Sahara hops onto the top rope, showing tremendous grace and athleticism...she then leaps off and smacks PIC in the back of the head with a missile dropkick!!! The Savage champion falls face first onto the mat, down. Sahara returns to her feet and she shows off, once again thrusting her arms in the air like a triumphant warrior. CYPH3R looks on, slightly anxious. TLS sighs, beginning to feel the match slipping away~

Jones: Look, I get it. We all feel great from time to time and want to show off. But this isn’t the wisest moment to take the time to flaunt.

Hood: Oh please. You’re just jealous.

Jones: I am not.

Hood: You’re probably one of those assholes who made her change her twitter profile photo! BRING BACK THE EYE!

~Sahara stops showing off and watches PIC struggling to get to all fours. She jumps up and brings both feet crashing down into his back...a potential preview of Venom Drop. PIC’s flattened on the mat. Sahara pulls him off the mat and knees him in the gut. She starts to hook him for a Pedigree...but PIC’s legs give out. She looks down at him. He’s pathetic. She stands him up and shoves him into the ropes...PIC’s legs give out and he falls through the ropes onto the apron. Sahara points at him and mocks the Savage Champion. CYPH3R yells out, urging Sahara to do more walking and less talking. TLS finally begins to show some life, slapping the top buckle...the fans start to clap along. The perks that come with being a face are foreign to TLS as he looks around, kinda surprised the fans are mimicking his actions~

Jones: And finally TLS looks concerned.

Hood: Concerned that these fans are rallying behind him.

Jones: He might learn how powerful the support of thousands of people can be.

Hood: I think he’s doing just fine without it.

~PIC struggles, pulling himself up to his feet via the ropes, on the apron. Sahara heads his way...she reaches over the top rope, grabbing him...but PIC drops back to the apron, raking Sahara’s neck across the top rope. She stumbles back. The fans on the boats go wild! The elites fold their arms. PIC pulls himself back to his feet. He grabs onto the top rope...he’s getting ready to fly! Sahara stumbles...PIC jumps up onto the top rope and springboards off!! But Sahara is ready! She throws a SUPERKICK! PIC, however, anticipated she’d counter his, at this point, extremely predictable flying forearm, so he dives forward, ducks the superkick, pops to his feet behind Sahara, grabs her by the head and hits a neckbreaker!!!! The fans on the water go wild!!! Sahara is down!! CYPH3R buries his face in his hands. TLS finally extends his arm for a tag...PIC looks over, seeing the all important lifeline~

Jones: What a move by PIC! He was aware that people were beginning to anticipate his flying forearm, so he used that to his advantage!

Hood: Or maybe he just slipped on the top rope.

Jones: He didn’t slip on the top rope.

Hood: A PIC slip.

~Sahara slaps the mat, holding her neck, pissed off. She rolls onto her side and gets to one knee, seeing PIC crawling toward TLS. She fights through her pain and scurries toward him to stop the tag...but PIC dives and he tags TLS into the match!!! The boat fans go wild!!! Sahara is on both knees, staring up as TLS enters the ring! She struggles to her feet but gets run over by a clothesline!! She fights back to her feet only to get run over by another clothesline!!! She’s slower to her feet this time, allowing TLS the opportunity to grab her by the arm and whip her into a corner. She hits HARD and stumbles forward...he snatches her, spins around and slams her into the mat!!! He pops back to his feet, in total control. CYPH3R looks on, nervous. PIC is laid out on the apron, holding his bloodied nose~

Jones: And TLS makes his introduction into this semi-final match and looks unstoppable.

Hood: To be fair, he got to chill for like twenty minutes.

Jones: His neck also appears to be fine.

Hood: You know how that goes. It’s fine until it isn’t.

~TLS stands, staring down at Sahara. She slowly rolls over onto all fours and crawls toward him. She reaches up, grabbing at his pant legs. TLS quickly shoves her away. He’s not going to get his dick bit...if that’s even what she was aiming for. Sahara tumbles back to the mat. TLS suddenly charges forward and clobbers CYPH3R in the head with a forearm. He flies off the apron onto the metal surface surrounding the ring...he staggers back, nearly falling into the water, but manages to stay dry, leaning forward, onto the apron. TLS then goes back after Sahara, pulling her to her feet and hoisting her up high, over his head in a press slam~

Jones: TLS, a man who twenty years ago would have been considered average sized...or maybe even kinda small...is now one of the larger wrestlers on the roster.

Hood: Yea, I’m not sure if Sahara and CYPH3R combined weigh as much as the masked freak does. Crazy how times have changed.

Jones: Yep.

~TLS lets her go, catches Sahara onto his shoulder and then drills her into the mat with a Powerslam!!!! He makes a quick cover...Scruff slides in with the count~

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2!

Kick Out!!

Jones: Tremendous strength displaying by TLS as he hit that huge power move. But, Sahara is too strong. It’s going to take more than that to keep her down.

Hood: Yea, I think he just wants to toss her around to piss Thad off.

Jones: He does seem to like agitating people.

~TLS grabs Sahara by the hair, ripping her off the mat...he spins around and tosses her across the ring by the hair! Her body spins around before slamming, face first on the mat! A nasty, painful looking impact. TLS stalks his way over to her...the elites all look on like, “This is heinous.” The fans on the boats continue to cheer. TLS pulls Sahara up and shoves her into a corner...he chops her across the chest! A huge CRACK throughout the event’s atmosphere! Sahara clutches at her chest, gasping for air. TLS straightens her up and delivers another chop! CRACK!!! Sahara leans into TLS, reeling from the pain~

Jones: Some vicious, vicious chops by the Oh Shit! Contract holder.

Hood: He’s going to break one of her titties if he isn’t careful.

Jones: Is that even possible?

Hood: Depends on the type of titty.

~TLS back up...Sahara leans forward in the corner. TLS is poised. He’s looking for STRANGER DANGER. Sahara stumbles forward...TLS grabs her and takes her over with his devastating small package!!! But Sahara flips over, using the momentum to land on her feet. TLS hurries back to his feet and as soon as he stands he eats a SUPERKICK!!! TLS falls to the mat!! Sahara does the same!! Both are down! The fans who rival themselves in every imaginable facet, are on their feet, cheering~

Jones: What a move by Sahara!

Hood: No shit. She’s in there with two all times greats and is more than holding her own.

Jones: As we’ve been saying...you may not like her but the one thing you can’t argue is her talent.

~CYPH3R pulls himself back onto the apron, snaring the tag rope and extending his arm. They’re back in this! TLS holds his jaw like, ‘wtf just hit me? Was that Zybala?!’ Sahara starts to crawl toward CYPH3R. TLS rolls over and sees her heading to tag in the hottest wrestler in the industry...the man undefeated since the month of May. The TransAtlantic Champion. He hurries to his feet and grabs her by the leg...she rises to one leg, trying to pull away, facing CYPH3R while TLS holds onto her leg from behind. She can’t break free. Somewhere Freddy Mercury yells out, ‘I WANT TO BREAK FREE!’ Sahara spins around and kicks TLS in the head with an Enziguri!!!! He stumbles across the ring into his corner. PIC tags in!! But, Sahara tags CYPH3R!! The TransAtlantic Champion leaps over the top rope into the ring and greets PIC in the center of the ring! The two men break out into an all out brawl!! The fans are going wild~

Jones: CYPH3R and PIC brawling in the center of the ring! Two of the greatest wrestlers in this industry!

Hood: OCW Title preview right here! Mark it down!

Jones: That’s a very real possibility, Hood.

~The brawl rages on. Neither man gaining and advantage...CYPH3R showing tremendous heart, being able to brawl with the much larger Savage Champion. Surprisingly, PIC is the first to deviate from the brawling as he throws a kick into CYPH3R’s ribs. CYPH3R returns the favor! They trade kicks back and forth. PIC throws a roundhouse kick! CYPH3R ducks! CYPH3R throws a roundhouse kick! PIC ducks! Both men try to sweep the leg!! But they both avoid the sweep!! They both throw a superkick...but dodge! They pass each other, like ships in the night, back to back...they both throw a Pele Kick!!! But their kicks wind up blocking each other. Both men land on their knees...then turns around to face each other and lock up from their knees, taking a moment to catch their breath~

Jones: Whew, exhausting. All those kicks and punches...both men trying desperately to land what could potentially be a knockout blow.

Hood: I know PIC was once considered a lightweight. But he needs to use his mass and size against CYPH3R...like TLS did against Sahara. If he goes in there and tries to fly around and kick with CYPH3R, he’s gonna get beat.

Jones: Yea, TLS has lived through the evolution this industry has experienced. So he’s been forced to gradually adapt. PIC, on the other hand, has just been tossed into this new age of pro wrestling. People like CYPH3R didn’t exist 20 years ago.

Hood: Well, I mean, they did. But they were in the crowd holding up signs...for as long as their arms could hold those signs up for.

~PIC starts to bully CYPH3R toward his corner, both men still on their knees. CYPH3R responds by grabbing PIC by the nose and pulling! PIC yells out in pain! CYPH3R pops free and he knees PIC in the face!!! DOWNLOAD COMPLETE (Kinshasa)!!!! PIC falls over, lifeless!!! CYPH3R dives on top for the pin...Scruff slides in~

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2!

3...NO!

Jones: Shoulder up by PIC!

Hood: And here comes TLS!

~TLS enters the ring...he attempted to break up the pin, but PIC got the shoulder up before he could do so. However, he grabs CYPH3R by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He boots him in the gut and brings him in for a DDT. He looks up, however and sees Sahara flying toward him!!! She comes down and drops him with an inverted fameasser!!!! TLS writhes around on the mat, holding his neck in pain!!! He rolls out of the ring, holding his neck...his body lands on the metal surface surrounding it. Sahara heads out of the ring and stands up, gripping the tag rope. CYPH3R rises up...he looks down at PIC’s bloody face and lost eyes. TLS is out of the picture...it’s the home stretch. Let’s go!~

Jones: TLS just got his neck bent and twisted by Sahara!! PIC’s nose is probably broken! CYPH3R and Sahara have a clear path toward victory!

Hood: Let’s do this!

Jones: All they have to do is keep PIC down...something that has been near impossible for anyone to do.

Hood: Unless you’re on Equality.

Jones: True.

~Sahara asks for a tag. She motions for the top. CYPH3R gets an idea and quickly relays it...Sahara nods. He tags her in. CYPH3R pulls PIC off the mat and onto his shoulders! The fans all rise, knowing what’s coming. Sahara, meanwhile, climbs to the top~

Jones: Wait a minute...what is this?

Hood: Well I know what CYPH3R’s gonna do. He’s gonna hit PIC right in his busted up nose with Game Over. But Sahara…

Jones: Venom Drop! She’s going to come down onto PIC with Venom Drop AFTER CYPH3R hits Game Over! Oh my...if they pull this off, it’s over.

~Sahara is on the top...she looks out. The elites cheer her on. The boat people boo her...she flips them the bird. CYPH3R tosses PIC into the air...but PIC grabs his head and brings CYPH3R down with a DDT!!! Sahara hears the impact and she leaps off, nailing CYPH3R with Venom Drop!!!! The boat people go crazy!!! The elites gasp!!! Sahara pops back to her feet and she looks down in shock!!! CYPH3R’s insides are crushed...he’s laid out. PIC hurries to his feet...he hoists Sahara onto his shoulders~

Jones: Showstoppa!

Hood: Ugh...are you kidding me?!

~PIC tosses Sahara around and over and drops her with the SHOWSTOPPA!!! She’s down!!! PIC struggles but he makes the cover!!! Scruff doesn’t make the count...instead he tries to get CYPH3R’s body out of the ring. PIC gets off of Sahara to help him. They push CYPH3R out, under the bottom rope and onto the metal surface surrounding the ring. PIC then goes for the pin. Scruff slides in~

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2!

3!!

NO!

Jones: Sahara kicked out!

Hood: Scruff deciding to be a stickler for the rules...cost PIC.

Jones: Yea, but I don’t blame him. This is the MIX. The most coveted tournament in all of pro wrestling.

~PIC doesn’t argue. He doesn’t let it bother him. He returns to his feet and hoists Sahara back onto his shoulders. He stumbles back a bit, into his corner...TLS reaches in and he tags PIC on the back. PIC looks over his shoulder like, ‘really?’ Sahara starts to wiggle...the break in focus is giving her life. Sahara wiggles, breaks free and drops PIC with a tornado ddt!!!!! The elites go wild!!! The boat people watch with baited breath!!! PIC’s body tumbles through the ropes and to the outside. Sahara tries to grab him…but she’s too late. She’s violently turned around, kicked in the gut and tosses over with STRANGER DANGER!!! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...and the first team advancing into the MIX finals...the team of TLS AND PIC!!!!!

Jones: TLS gets...some might say STEALS the win!

Hood: Yea, PIC had this under control and TLS tagged in so he could get the pin. What can I say, I like it.

Jones: The ‘bond’ between TLS and PIC continues to show cracks. But, they have managed to make it to the finals. Can they survive one more match as a team?

Hood: They’d better.

~Sahara sits up, shocked...she falls onto her back and grips at her hair in frustrating. TLS slides out of the ring, grabbing his briefcase and the Savage Title. He walks past PIC, dropping the title on top of him, telling him to hurry up. PIC looks up at him, annoyed...Savage Title in his possession. He struggles to his feet...the two men head back to the beach, leaving their opponents behind. CYPH3R is still down, in tremendous pain. Sahara sits up, shaking her head...she slaps the mat, furious~

Jones: Thad might be sleeping in the guest house tonight.

Hood: Why? He didn’t do anything wrong.

Jones: Oh, it’d be by his choice. Would you want to share a room with Sahara after that?

Hood: Yes.

Jones: Fair. Tough loss for Sahara and CYPH3R...the team many thought would go all the way.

Hood: They came close. But PIC was able to disrupt a finishing sequence they’d probably never practiced and, well, that took CYPH3R out and, let’s be honest, CYPH3R is pretty much unbeatable right now. So if you can take him out...you gotta feel better about your odds.

Jones: People have been upset over how Sahara earned her TransAtlantic Title shot. I don’t think this match is going to do much in the way of dispelling those murmurs.

Hood: Ah, fuck it. Those two are gonna go to war very soon. She’ll have the chance to show everyone just how good she is when that match comes.

Jones: Yea, that match should be a doozy. Alright fans, our second semi-final match is coming up. The finals are nearly set!

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~The big screen set up in the backyard of Thad’s mansion lights up with more pre-recorded footage. Backstage in the Yuengling center long after last night’s Chaos 006 went off the air, we can see Jace Parker Davidson standing with his arms crossed. He is talking to someone just outside of the purview of the camera. Since cameramen in wrestling always seem to drop in just in time to see the action, it should be no surprise that the audio kicks in right as he gets to the meat and potatoes of his spiel.~

Davidson: …I’m telling you, with a guy like me in your corner, you’re gonna be just as successful in OCW as you’ve been here in HOW and over in PRIME. Ally Calaway’s dad isn’t doing you any good as a manager, you need someone who cares about your career.

~He reaches out a hand, touching the meaty shoulder in front of him. Whomever Jace is talking to, he has very large arms. Perhaps the largest in the world.~

Davidson: You, me, and Garry? We could run that company. I know you’re a religious dude, right? Well, I’m a man of GOD… your GOD, specifically. And he wants you to help me take over OCW.

~The camera widens back, revealing the man being propositioned— PWA MEGASTAR and brand new HOTv Champion, GREAT SCOTT. Next to him, GREAT BEAR is hanging out, vibing to some low-fi tunes in his sweet Beats by Dre headphones.~

~Jace touches the HOTv Title on SCOTT’s shoulder.~

Davidson: You’re the champion of this whole network, Scott. I need you on my side. Are you prepared to do your part and do GOD’s will with me and Ray-Ray in OCW?

~Putting his hands on his hips, Jace awaits a response, the shithead grin of a master manipulator plastered across his face.~

GREAT SCOTT: FIRST OFF THANKS FOR ASKING BUT SECOND I DON’T KNOW JAYPEE D. OCW WAS MY FIRST HOME AND MARK WELCH’S FACE IS ON MY HOUSEBUS. I AM A LOYAL HO.

~He furrows his brow, looking over to GREAT BEAR for a second opinion. As expected, the mighty monster is still just vibing.~

Davidson: Marcus got fired, Scott. By the new management. I even heard that Thaddeus Duke was planning to have Marcus’ face taken off of your bus.

~As soon as the words leave Jace’s mouth, the patented Angry Glare begins to wash over the face of GREAT SCOTT. He clenches his fists, white knuckled.~

GREAT SCOTT: YOU CANNOT JUST ERASE MARK WELCH FROM HISTORY JACE HE IS NOT A CONFEDERATE STATUE OR HITLER IF I HAD A TIME MACHINE.

~Jace shrugs, trying to hide the amusement on his face.~

Davidson: Hey man, I agree. I agree. But since you’re such a loyal Ho, I guess I’ll just have to go ask Lilith if she wants to join my—

GREAT SCOTT: NO NOT LILITH SHE IS A BIG PIECE OF SHIT. OKAY LISTEN JAY PEE DEE I WILL JOIN YOU FOR GOD AND FOR MARK WELCH BUT ONLY IF I GET TO BE THE LEADER. I AM A NEW SCOTT WHO LOOKS A LOT LIKE SCOTT SYREN BUT ISN’T SCOTT SYREN FOR LEGAL REASONS. SO I DO NOT TAKE ANY POOP AND I DO NOT TAKE ORDERS.

~At this point, JPD can’t even hide the borderline tears forming in the sides of his eyes. He can’t believe how easy this was, even as the HOTv Champion stands directly in front of his face.~

Davidson: Suuuure. You can even be the leader. Oh captain, my captain.

GREAT SCOTT: OKAY GREAT. NOW LET’S GO FIND THADDEUS DUKE. HE IS PROBABLY HANGING OUT AT THE FAKE NAME FACTORY WITH SAHARA AND THE LOST STRANGER BECAUSE THAT IS JUST A DESERT AND A DESCRIPTIVE STATEMENT OF A MAN RESPECTIVELY. GET YOUR PAWS READY GREAT BEAR BECAUSE WE JUST JOINED A STABLE.

~Both men reach out, sharing a hearty handshake between them. GREAT SCOTT clearly tries to hug it out, but Jace pulls out in minor disgust and pretends he didn’t realize it was happening.~

GREAT SCOTT: I WILL MEET YOU AT MY HOUSEBUS MISTER PARKER DAVIDSON LET’S FUCKING GO I AM GREAT SCOTT AND I WILL FUCKING KILL THE DUKES.

~The HOTv champion charges off, marching toward the parking structure as Jace Parker Davidson is left shaking his head. He crosses his arms, chuckling to himself.~

Davidson: How is this so EASY?

~The camera cuts away, as the show goes on.~

Jones: JPD has not only reached out to help Ray-Ray...but now he’s working with GREAT SCOTT.

Hood: An interesting team he seems to be putting together. But one that is super talented.

Jones: Yep. JPD has been in this business for decades and he’s been at the top of the business throughout his entire run. So, he knows what he’s doing.

Hood: Yea, something tells me JPD is going to be a force once again. People are gonna have to start dealing with him once this MIX is over.

Jones: I think you’re right. Speaking of the MIX...we’ve got one half of our MIX finals set as the team of PIC and TLS have advanced. Who will face them? Will it be the second seeded team of Dolly Waters and Thunder Knuckles OR the seventh seeded team of John Nash Strader and CJ O’Donnell?

Hood: Feels like a night for favorites...but I dunno. CJ and JNS just look like the type of team that could pull the big upset.

Jones: Let’s head to the ring to find out!

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~The camera's focus back on the backyard of Thaddeus Duke’s estate called Safe Haven here in Newport, Rhode Island. The fans that paid to be here are all dressed head to toe like this was some kind of Country Club while others are dressed like they have to attend the Oscars after this event is over. It has been a hell of an event already, but we focus on the back porch of the guest house where the announcers table has been set up.~

Jones: It’s been one hell of a Margarita Mix so far but now it’s time for the first of our Semi-Final matches to determine who goes on to the Finals of this jam-packed Tag Team Tournament.

Hood: The weak links have all been eliminated so far tonight and if you’re still in this thing now that we’ve reached the Semi-Finals then you can consider your efforts a success thus far.

Jones: I agree but only one team can move on to the Finals here in this match and one team's dreams of capturing a shot at the OCW Championship will be shattered. But it looks like we’re ready to go, so let’s send it to Belvedere who is ready to make the introductions.

~The camera’s shift from the back porch of the guest house to the ring that is floating on the water surrounded by boats filled with OCW fans. Belvedere stands in the middle of the ring with his microphone in hand next to the referee for this match in Scruff.~

Belvedere: Our next match is a Semi-Finals match in the Margarita Mix, and it’s scheduled for one fall!

~The fans on the boats surrounding the ring cheer wildly but the high-class fans that line the backyard of Thad’s estate merely nod and clap their hands gently together.~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~The crescendo of “ODE TO JOY” erupts through the speakers set up around the estate. The lights set up around the backyard are a hot-white... searing almost, as they rush from high above to the back entrance of Thad’s estate. Dolly Waters emerges from inside of the mansion, taking a deliberate pause once out in front of the highly rich audience that lines the expansive backyard. Her hair nested into a bun, wearing a loose fitting black long-sleeved athletic top, over a pair of black leggings and black wrestling boots. (Do you see the juxtaposition?)~

Belvedere: From Frankfort, Kentucky, weighing in tonight at 127lbs. She is last year’s Margarita Mix winner… please welcome DOLLYYYY WATERSSSS!!!

~The fans along the backyard once again merely clap softly but the fans on the boats go absolutely crazy, Dolly wastes little time drinking them in. Her gaze is focused squarely on the squared circle. She marches to the cymbals and the trumpets, poised and focused, looking like someone walking towards a fight, not an exhibition.~

Jones: Earlier tonight it was Dolly Waters who scored the winning pinfall of her team as they defeated the team of two OCW Hall of Famers in Curt Canon and Bob Grenier. You have to feel bad for Bob Grenier who just hasn’t had a successful past two nights as he first lost his match in HOW to Scott Stevens who we’ll see later tonight then earlier tonight ending his hopes of winning the Margarita Mix.

Hood: Bob Grenier will bounce back no doubt, but this is Dolly fuckin’ Waters we’re talking about. She won last year’s Margarita Mix and with a win tonight she’ll be one step closer to becoming a winner of back-to-back Margarita Mix events. Besides, who doesn’t want to see her, and her partner go at it in an OCW ring?

~She climbs the apron, and through the bottom rope, taking her spot in the center of the ring where she raises a single fist into the air to a shower of camera flashes. Dolly lowers her fist and waits in the corner as Belvedere raises the microphone again.~

Belvedere: And her partner…

~The camera’s pan briefly over to the big screen set up off to the side of Thad’s estates that lights up and music begins to blast from the speakers.~

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~Twenty midgets with sparklers in both hands held as high as their little arms can reach, line both sides of the pathway leading to the makeshift walkway over the water which leads to the ring. Thunder Knuckles walks out from the back entrance of Thad’s estate holding a lobster tail that he’s currently eating. There is an arrogant smile emblazoned on his face and bobbing his head back and forth to the music. The sparklers ignite as he walks past the midgets.~

Belvedere: From Lima, Ohio, weighing in tonight at 260lbs. Representing the Brotherhood of Bastards… he is THUNDERRRRR KNUCKLESSSSS!!!

~Once Thunder Knuckles reaches the ring he rolls under the bottom rope and in one movement he pops up to his feet. With his back turned towards the camera, he raises his right fist in defiance.~

Jones: Thunder Knuckles might not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, but the man was born with the gift of gab. It was last year that Thunder Knuckles defeated Dolly Waters in her attempt to cash in on a title shot from winning the Mix. They might not get along but both of them are very motivated to win the Mix just so that they can beat the hell out of each other one more time.

Hood: Thunder Knuckles is just fucking cool, man. The guy doesn’t give any fucks at all and still is more over than a majority of the OCW roster. This man helped Dolly Waters go through Curt Canon and Bob Grenier. Now they face off against two men who respect each other and seem like more of a team than they are. Will that matter is the question.

~As soon as his fist goes up, counterfeit XBUX with Thunder Knuckles' face on them fall from the very top floor of the mansion onto the extremely rich fans in the backyard. They scurry around trying to snatch as many of them as they can and stuff their already full pockets. However, there is a collective groan of disappointment from the rich fans as they realize it’s not real money. TK goes to the corner and immediately begins to argue with Dolly.~

Belvedere: And their opponents…

~The sound of “KINGS NEVER DIE” by Eminem begins to blast from the speakers. CJ O’Donnell emerges from the back entrance of Thad’s mansion to a chorus of boos from the fans on the boats as the rich fans couldn’t care less. CJ has a look of determination on his face as he bounces in place a bit.~

Belvedere: First from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in tonight at 178lbs. Representing Paramount… he is The Distinguished C.J. O’DONNELLLLLLL!!!

~CJ begins to make his way down towards the path that leads to the floating ring. However, some of the midgets from Thunder Knuckles entrance are still lingering around. CJ walks up behind one of them and kicks him square in the ass causing him to fall over and almost land into the water. The fans boo CJ even louder and TK is livid inside of the ring.~

Jones: That’s just not right!

Hood: He kicked a goddamn midget. I changed my mind. I totally want CJ O’Donnell to win the Margarita Mix. Can we see a reply of that?!

Jones: Stop it! Regardless of what just happened, earlier tonight CJ O’Donnell scored the pinfall over PTSD member Mike Zybala to eliminate him and Dylan Thomas from the Mix. Knocking off someone like Thunder Knuckles and last year’s winner Dolly Waters would be a huge feather in the cap of CJ O’Donnell. And would be a big lift to the Paramount group as a whole.

~TK holds the ropes open for CJ, but O’Donnell shakes his index finger towards TK and waits on land for his partner.~

Belvedere: And his partner…

//Who’s that writin’? John The Revelator//

~The sound of a vinyl record coming to a screeching halt blast from the speakers and the cool bluesy riff from Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top starts to play “CONCRETE AND STEEL” and the sound of 1942 Harley Davidson Panhead can be heard revving from off in the distance.~

Belvedere: Introducing…

// Hard and cold, like a street of gold,
It's easy to find but so hard to hold.
Smooth and strong but it won't last long,
When the rust sets in, she'll be good as gone! Concrete, Concrete and steel. It's like concrete.

Hey baby, what's the deal?//

Belvedere: Hailing from the Nation of Mayhem, weighing in tonight at 265lbs.

~A motorcycle comes roaring around from the front of Thad’s estate. It moves around the backyard area doing donuts and ruining as much of the finely cut lawn as possible. John Nash Strader comes to a stop on his blacked-out tank and frame Panhead as the engine and tailpipe are a blinding chrome. He smirks, raising his left fist, he salutes everyone in front of him.~

Belvedere: Another one of those damn Straders…

//A heart of stone make you feel alone,
But what can you do when your hand is blown?
Hard as ice, it's like tumblin' dice,
Before you fall for her boy, you better think twice.//

Belvedere: He is the founding member of the Brothers of Mayhem Motorcycle Club… JOHN NASH STRADER!!!!!!!!

~John Nash Strader turns towards the estate and flips off the mansion before turning off the motorcycle. He takes off his leather kutte, placing it over the seat, along with his buck knife on top.~

Jones: Well, it looks like John Nash Strader decided not to come out of Thaddeus Dukes mansion like everyone else has for this match. And as you saw he seems to have quite the strong opinion towards the mansion and maybe even its owner.

Hood: Ugh, clearly showing off his bike was more important to him than spending time at a luxurious place such as this. Those damn Straders always got to be over the top with everything. And clearly, it's not just the female members of that family.

Jones: The Straders are Proud and Strong and staples of OCW. You can’t think of Online Championship Wrestling and not picture one of the Straders.

Hood: That’s because there are thousands of them! I once tried to call the Orkin man to come help rid OCW of the Strader infestation. He said something about murder being illegal or some nonsense like that.

~John Nash Strader walks up to his partner, and they bump fists together before making their way towards the ring. CJ slides under the bottom rope as JNS walks up the steps, wipes his boots and steps through the ropes. He follows up his panty moistening smile with the Strader Family Sneer leaning back against the ropes as CJ trades verbal blows with TK. Belvedere exits the ring and makes his way back to land as Scruff calls for the bell to signal the start of the match.~

DING DING

~JNS and CJ talk it over for a moment before Strader pats CJ on the back saying he’ll start the match for their team. CJ goes to the ring apron as both TK and Dolly start arguing once again. Eventually TK literally shoves Dolly out of the ring and decides to walk to the center of the ring to confront Strader. The two big men in the match begin to shove each other before finally locking up. There is a struggle for control, but Strader manages to get TK into a side headlock. JNS cranks on the headlock but TK fires off shots to the ribs before pushing Strader off into the ropes. JNS bounces off the ropes then hits TK with a shoulder block that sends him down to the canvas. Strader leans over and mouths off to TK before turning towards the ropes again. TK gets to his feet as JNS bounces off the ropes. TK lowers his head and sets up for a big back body drop but Strader puts on the brakes and hits TK with a stiff kick to the face. TK straights up and staggers while holding his face.~

Jones: Strader seems to be one step ahead here in the early going against Thunder Knuckles. This being the second match of the night for all four wrestlers it seems that maybe JNS is the one with the least wear and tear on his body.

Hood: Or maybe Thunder Knuckles just isn’t interested in going at it with a Strader. I mean he wants to get his hands on CJ for kicking one of his midgets. Thunder Knuckles might be a bastard but he’s a bastard with a heart.

~As TK turns around Straders begins to pepper his chest with knife edged chops. With each chop TK staggers back to the ropes a bit. TK begins to fight back but his offensive flurry is derailed by a knee to the midsection by Strader. JNS grabs a hold of TK and whips him into the ropes. TK bounces off the ropes, but Strader hits him with a big boot to the face that sends him crashing down to the canvas. JNS leans down and grabs a hold of TK and begins to pull him up off of the canvas. Strader uses his strength to lift TK over onto his shoulder then drops to his knees and hits him with a Canadian backbreaker. JNS gets up to his feet then grabs a hold of TK and pulls him back to a vertical base. Strader whips TK into the corner as hard as he can. TK hits the turnbuckle pads hard then drops to his knees in pain. JNS stalks towards the corner as TK gets up to his feet. Strader plants a boot to the midsection then hits TK with a reverse double arm DDT down to the canvas. Strader hooks the leg and makes the cover as Scruff slides in.~

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT

Jones: Strader flattened Thunder Knuckles with that move but there is still too much fight left in TK and he kicked out at two. Strader has been in complete control here, but TK can take a beating like nobody's business and still keep coming at you.

Hood: The more you beat on Thunder Knuckles the better he gets inside of the ring. All he has to do is take one look over at his corner and see Dolly Waters. He’ll remember wanting to get his hands on her and that’ll light a fire under that glorious bastard’s ass.

~Strader gets up to her feet then stalks around TK as he slowly staggers back up to his feet. As TK gets upright JNS comes from behind and locks in the Dragon Slayer. TK begins to swing his arms wildly as Strader tries to end this match early to save energy for the next round. Scruff ask TK if he wants to submit but TK yells for him to fuck off. Strader continues to apply pressure to the hold and TK is starting to fade.~

Jones: Thunder Knuckles has dropped down to one knee. He can’t find a way out of this submission by Strader. We could be seeing a major upset here in the Margarita Mix. CJ O’Donnell and John Nash Strader are the number 7 ranked team in the Mix. And TK and Dolly are the number 2 ranked team.

Hood: If a Strader puts TK to sleep and eliminates him and Dolly Waters from this year’s Mix then we’ll never hear the end of it. Come on TK, fight back and kick this Canadian fucker's ass!

~Strader continues to apply more pressure and TK is barely hanging on. Just when it seems like all hope was lost for the number 2 ranked team. Dolly comes flying off of the top out of nowhere and hits both Strader and TK with a missile dropkick that sends both men down to the canvas. Dolly gets up to her feet and begins to yell and kick at TK for almost losing the match. Scruff gets in front of Dolly and begins to force her back to her corner. Dolly reluctantly exits the ring as Strader begins to make his way up to his feet. TK begins crawling over towards his corner slowly but surely. Strader makes it to his corner and makes the tag into CJ.~

Jones: Dolly might have saved the match for her team, but Strader has tagged in CJ O’Donnell and Thunder Knuckles is worse for wear here at the moment. He desperately needs to make the tag into Dolly Waters.

Hood: Might have saved the match? Dolly completely saved the match for her team. TK can’t even get up to his feet right now and here comes the badass of Paramount looking to capitalize on the situation.

~TK continues to crawl and reaches out towards Dolly, but CJ grabs a hold of TK’s foot and begins to pull him back towards the center of the ring. CJ rolls TK over onto his back then begins slapping him across the face and shouting about his midget that he kicked. CJ grabs a hold of TK by the hair and begins to pull him back up to a vertical base. TK begins to fire off right hands to the midsection of CJ as he raises up to a vertical base. CJ pokes TK in the eye which drops him to one knee. CJ grabs TK by the hair again and pulls him to his feet but TK grabs CJ and counters with a jawbreaker. CJ holds his chin and staggers which gives TK the time needed to stumble towards his corner and make the tag.~

Jones: Thunder Knuckles took advantage of a cocky CJ O’Donnell and managed to buy himself enough time and now Dolly Waters is the legal person in this match!

Hood: What did I tell you? Thunder Knuckles can take an ass kicking with the best of them and keep fighting!

~As CJ turns around Dolly springboards to the top rope then leaps off with a high cross body block that sends CJ down to the mat hard. Dolly gets back up to her feet quickly followed by CJ. Dolly begins to unleash a flurry of punches and kicks to the body of CJ that stuns him. Dolly steps back then hits CJ with a spinning back first to the face that knocks him back down to the canvas. Dolly makes her way over towards the corner then hops up to the middle rope. Dolly leaps off the middle rope and hits CJ with a diving elbow drop down across the throat.~

Jones: Dolly has fresh legs since Thunder Knuckles started the match and she is taking it to CJ O’Donnell at the moment. Even after wrestling earlier tonight, she’s like a blur in that ring.

Hood: CJ O’Donnell has to find a way to get his hands on Dolly and hit her with a high impact move. A fly will keep flying and buzzing around you until you take your hand and smack it out of the sky. That’s how you neutralize Dolly Waters.

~Dolly gets back up to her feet but wisely CJ rolls under the bottom rope to the area outside of the ring. CJ pulls himself up to his feet but doesn’t notice that Dolly Waters has gotten a running start inside of the ring. As CJ turns around Dolly takes to the sky and hits CJ with a suicide dive on the outside.~

Hood: Dolly almost knocked CJ O’Donnell off of the platform and into the water!

Jones: Dolly Waters is laying it all on the line right now. She knows better than anyone what it takes to win the Margarita Mix. One match away from the Finals means you have to leave it all in the ring. Dolly knows there is a target on her back as every single team wants to be the one to knock off last year’s winner.

~Dolly gets up to her feet and raises her arm into the air as the fans in the boats cheer wildly. Dolly grabs a hold of CJ then pulls him up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Dolly slides in behind CJ and gets back up to her feet. Dolly turns her back towards CJ then leaps and hits CJ with a standing moonsault down across the chest. Dolly gets back up to her feet then stalks around CJ as he struggles to get back up to a vertical base. CJ turns around as Dolly throws a boot to the midsection, but CJ catches her boot. Dolly hops around on one foot for a moment then leaps and hits CJ with an enziguri kick to the back of the head that takes him down to the mat. Dolly gets up to her feet then grabs a hold of CJ and pulls him back up to his feet. Dolly begins to lay in right hands to CJ. Dolly grabs a hold of CJ and whips him into the ropes, but CJ reverses the whip and sends Dolly into the ropes. Dolly springboards onto the second rope then leaps off and connects with Ode To Joy that sends him crashing down to the canvas. Dolly hooks the leg and makes the cover on CJ as Scruff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

THR--

KICKOUT!

Jones: Big springboard European uppercut by Dolly Waters that almost won this thing but CJ O’Donnell managed to kick out before the three. CJ is going to have to find a way to his corner and make the tag into JNS.

Hood: Dolly rocked CJ with the European uppercut, but it just wasn’t enough to put CJ O’Donnell away. If I was Dolly I would have hit him with Running Waters before making the pin attempt. She needs to keep her foot on the gas here and not let CJ back into this match.

~Dolly gets up to her feet and argues with Scruff that it was a three, but Scruff tells her it was only a two count. The two keep arguing but slowly CJ begins to make his way back up to his feet. Dolly turns her attention back to CJ then races towards the ropes. Dolly bounces off the ropes then leaps into the air going for a Lou Thesz but CJ catches her and hits her with a spinning spinebuster down to the mat. Both Dolly and CJ are motionless on the mat as Scruff begins a ten count.~

Jones: Dolly took the air but the larger CJ O’Donnell was able to counter and plant her with a spinebuster. Both wrestlers are down, and this could be a critical point in the match. The first person to make it to their corner or get to their feet will have the advantage.

Hood: I told you that Dolly should have hit him with the knee when she had the chance. Now CJ has precious time to catch his second wind. One knee and it all could be over for Dolly and Thunder Knuckles here in the Semi-Finals.

~By the count of eight Dolly makes it back up to her feet followed by CJ. Dolly plants a boot to the midsection of CJ then whips him into the corner. CJ hits the turnbuckle hard as Dolly gets a running start towards the corner. CJ sees her coming then hits her with a drop toe hold that sends her crashing face first into the turnbuckle. CJ gets back up to his feet then stalks Dolly as she pulls herself away from the turnbuckle. CJ plants a boot to the midsection then hits Dolly with a DDT down to the canvas. CJ gets up to his feet then pulls himself up to the middle rope. Dolly staggers back up to her feet as CJ leaps off the middle rope and hits her with a missile dropkick that sends her down to the canvas. CJ gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Dolly by the hair and pulls her back up to her feet. CJ whips Dolly into his team's corner hard.~

Jones: Smart move there by CJ O’Donnell. He has isolated the smaller opponent and now has cut off the ring. That means Dolly Waters is going to have to work that much harder to get to her corner and make the tag into Thunder Knuckles.

Hood: CJ O’Donnell isn’t stupid. He took a lot of punishment from Dolly Waters but now he’s slowed down the pace and kept her from taking to the sky. It’s a ground and pound type of mentality that will one day translate into CJ becoming OCW Champion.

~Dolly hits the turnbuckle hard as CJ turns around and gets face to face with TK. CJ slaps TK across the face which only pisses him off. TK enters the ring and goes after CJ who backs away. Scruff steps in front of TK and tries to force him back to this corner. With Scruff distracted JNS reaches into the ring and begins choking Dolly. CJ turns around and joins into the attack by laying in stiff kicks to last year’s Mix winner. TK argues with Scruff to turn around and see what is happening, but Scruff is focused on getting TK out of the ring. TK flips off Scruff then exits the ring. As Scruff turns around, he sees the double team of Dolly in the corner and warns JNS. Strader raises his arms into the air innocently as CJ pulls Dolly away from the corner by the hair. CJ begins to kick at Dolly daring her to fight back. Dolly struggles her way off of the canvas and stands on unsteady legs. CJ grabs a hold of Dolly from behind then connects with The Distinguished Plex down to the canvas. CJ holds the grip and bridges into a pin as Scruff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

THREE!

NO!!!!!!!

Jones: Was that three?!

Hood: That was 2.9999999 but somehow Dolly managed to get her shoulder off of the canvas at the last split second. I don’t think CJ is going to be happy about the fact that Scruff isn’t calling for the bell.

~CJ gets up to his feet and raises his arms into the air thinking he’s won but Scruff grabs his arm and lowers it. Scruff and CJ get into an argument over whether it was a three count or not. Scruff stands his ground as slowly but surely Dolly begins to use the turnbuckles to pull herself back up to her feet. CJ shoves Scruff to the side then focuses his attention on Dolly. CJ gets a running start towards the corner and…~

Jones: IRISH KNOWLEDGE!

Hood: HE MISSED!!!

~Dolly moves out of the way and CJ collides knee first with the turnbuckle. CJ falls to the canvas holding his knee as Dolly begins to try and crawl towards her corner. CJ pulls himself up to his feet then hobbles over and makes the tag to Strader. JNS steps into the ring and goes after Dolly but Dolly lounges forward and makes the tag into TK. The crowd on the boats go wild as TK storms into the ring and takes down JNS with a clothesline. JNS gets back up to his feet quickly but TK charges and hits JNS with a second clothesline that takes him down to the canvas. TK makes his way over towards and hits him with a stiff forearm shot that knocks him off of the ring apron.~

Jones: Thunder Knuckles with a receipt for CJ O’Donnell for the slap earlier and also kicking one of his midgets. CJ is off of the ring apron and now is as good of time as any to put this one away.

Hood: Thunder Knuckles is a hothead and if he doesn’t pay attention to Strader then he could lose momentum here quickly!

~TK leans over the top rope and begins shouting down at the fallen CJ which allows JNS to get back up to his feet. JNS comes up from behind TK and then locks in Thunderheads on the man that prides himself as a bastard. JNS pulls TK away from the ropes slightly as Scruff askes TK if he wants to submit.~

Hood: Strader is going to try to put TK to sleep once again in this match.

Jones: You were right about TK focusing too much on CJ instead of the legal man and it might cost him.

~TK doesn’t answer Scruff as Strader continues to squeeze tighter on the Cobra clutch. TK starts to fade a bit but leans forward and grabs a hold of Scruff’s referee shirt. With Scruff’s vision blocked TK swings his leg backwards and hammers JNS with a low blow. Strader collapses to the canvas like a ton of bricks as Scruff kneels down to check on him. TK stumbles towards the ropes and tries to recover from the submission but CJ is back on ring apron. CJ grabs TK by the head then drops off the ring apron which causes TK to drop neck first along the top rope. Scruff turns around and sees that TK is down, also holding his neck as CJ once again gets back up to the ring apron. Scruff begins another ten count as both men try to get off of the canvas.~

Jones: CJ has managed to capitalize and make sure that TK can’t put this match away even though he’s not the legal man.

Hood: I don’t think Scruff is going to count very quickly here. The fans might cause the ring itself if this match ends in a double count out.

~JNS is the first man to his feet then he grabs a hold of TK by the hair and pulls him to a vertical base. JNS twists the arm of TK then backs up towards the corner. JNS climbs up the turnbuckle pads then begins to walk along the top rope. JNS is looking for Live Free, Ride Hard but TK flips him off with his free hand and yanks his captured arm as hard as he can. JNS loses his balance and gets crotched along the top rope before falling to the canvas hard. TK reaches down and grabs a hold of the leg of JNS looking to end it.~

Jones: LOOK OUT!

~Before TK can strike, CJ races into the ring and connects with Irish Knowledge to the back of the head of TK that drops him face first to the canvas. Scruff gets in front of CJ and is livid with the constant interference. JNS gets back to his feet then grabs a hold of TK by the hair. JNS pulls TK into position and goes for The Unforgiven but TK counters out of it and goes low, taking out one of Strader’s knees. Dolly enters the ring as JNS is up to his knees and blasts him with Running Waters right to the head. Dolly helps TK up to his feet but TK shoves Dolly angry about her trying to steal the glory. Dolly shakes her head and then races towards CJ who pushes Scruff out of the way. Dolly hits CJ with a spear that takes him off of his feet. TK grabs a hold of Straders leg then…~

Hood: THUNDER STRIKE!

~TK hooks the leg and makes the cover on Strader as Scruff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!!

DING DING

Belvedere: Here are your winners and advances to the Finals… DOLLYYYY WATERSSSSS & THUNDERRRR KNUCKLESSSS!!!

Jones: What a hard-fought match but TK and Dolly are the first team to advance to the Finals and will take on the winners of Cypher & Sahara vs. TLS & PIC.

Hood: Experience pays off in the end and now they are one match away from winning this year’s Margarita Mix. And the last member of Paramount has been eliminated from this year’s Mix.

~Dolly gets to her feet and exits the ring quickly knowing she needs to prepare for the next round. TK gets to his feet and celebrates as Scruff raises his arm into the air. CJ makes his way over and checks on Strader as TK exits the ring and makes his way back towards land. TK stops in for a moment once on land. Turns towards the ring and flips yet another bird towards his opponents before turning around to urinate on Strader’s motorcycle. The rich fans in the backyard gasp and some even faint as we cut away.~

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~We cut into the Safe Haven mansion where everything appears quiet for a moment. The camera focuses inside of what seems like a fine dining room inside of the mansion. A long table with many different chairs can be seen placed around the table. All of that sits in front of a sliding glass door that gives access to what appears to be a garden of some sort. The sound of footsteps can be heard approaching the table. A chair is slid from the table and turned to face the camera. The person sits down, and it’s revealed to be HOW Hall of Famer and current LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson.~

Davidson: Been an interesting night here in the Margarita Mix. All of these teams have beaten the holy hell out of each other and now we’re down to just two teams. Alice Knight made her OCW in ring return and defeated Scott Stevens.

~Jace turns his head to the side and lets out a low growl having to say that an OCW Hall of Famer beat an HOW Hall of Famer. Jace clears his throat and turns back towards the camera.~

Davidson: But has this PPV been perfect? Far from it. It’s not an HOW PPV, it’s not even close to that quality. There is no OCW Championship match. No OCW Savage Championship match. Of course, in true OCW fashion the OCW World Tag Team Championship belts aren’t being defended on PPV. No, everyone is fucking greedy and wanted to enter the Mix and win a shot at the OCW Championship belt regardless of if they already had a Championship belt or not.

~Jace scoffs and leans back in the chair for a moment.~

Davidson: But I’m taking this time to address one of those so-called Champions. The very fucking needy and impatient Mike Zybala. I heard your little challenge to me on Massacre and I’ve watched you whine and whine and whine that I haven’t responded to your challenge yet. You see Mike… I’m a busy man and I’m a Champion that actually matters in this business.

~Jace places his hands on the HOW LSD Championship belt around his waist.~

Davidson: I’m out there facing any and all comers. Facing former World Champions and putting on five-star matches. All while you sit here fooling yourself thinking you have what it takes to win the Margarita Mix. You know… instead of defending the OCW World Tag Team Championship belts that you claim are soooo hot right now. Give me a fucking break. If they were hot right now, they would have been defended tonight on PPV. Hell, since I’ve been in OCW the tag titles haven’t once been defended on an OCW PPV.

~Jace leans forward and places his elbows down on his knees.~

Davidson: And you have the nerve? The fucking audacity to tell me that I haven’t earned a shot. Just because Ray-Ray and I haven’t had a match as a tag team yet? When you and your little PTSD group have done nothing but face enhancement level talent for those belts. This is the exact reason why Marcus Welsh was fired. This is why I need to take over OCW away from Thaddeus Duke because this place is dying a slow death. None of the titles have an ounce of heat during the hottest month of the fucking year! But I have to earn it? I have to beat you one on one to get a shot at the OCW World Tag Team Championship belts? And if someone, anyone, interferes on my behalf you’re going to deny me ever getting a shot as long as PTSD holds the belts?!?!?

~Jace rises out of his seat in pure anger. He grabs a hold of the chair he was sitting on then hurls it to the side, sending it crashing into a glass display on the wall that houses a set of expensive fine China. Jace grabs a hold of another chair and hurls this on towards the sliding glass door. The glass shatters into a million pieces as the chair lands onto a bed of flowers out in the garden. Jace grabs a hold of each and every chair at the table and either tosses it at a wall or smashes it across the floor repeatedly. Jace flips over the long table leaving the dining room an absolute disaster area. Jace stands there among the mess trying to compose himself before looking around at all the damage.~

Davidson: Thad is rich… he can afford to pay for the damages.

~Jace shrugs his shoulders then turns back towards the camera.~

Davidson: Show me one match I’ve had in OCW where someone… anyone… had come down and interfered in my favor? Four matches and I handled them all by myself because that is what it takes to be a Champion. It’s YOU that went and jumped me while you had help at Truth or Consequences. I walked into that event and took on just about every single person in the second half of that PPV.

~Jace runs his fingers through his hair.~

Davidson: I’m not the one who is building an army. I’m not the one that needs to be carried through a Championship match. But you think that just because you’ll grant me a tag title shot that I should just accept your shitty deal? Motherfucker, you couldn’t even win your Mix match tonight and you want to act like you’re somehow above me? Zybala beating you is a given. I will earn that title shot regardless but if you want a deal. You want to do this?

~A sadistic grin spreads across Jace’s lips.~

Davidson: Put your 10% ownership of OCW on the line. If anyone interferes in the match to help you. If you decide to blast me with a chair or any other weapon, then you lose your small ownership stake of the company. THEN and only then do you have a deal. We’ll see if you still want to talk big when the stakes are raised.

~Jace fixes his clothing and adjusts the title around his waist.~

Davidson: I’ll be waiting patiently for your response but if you’ll excuse me. I have to go watch Easton Alexander get absolutely obliterated by Thaddeus Duke.

~Jace walks out of camera range and leaves the dining room as we cut to more action.~

Jones: JPD with some strong words and an even stronger counter to Zybala’s offer.

Hood: Zybala’s just crazy enough to take it.

Jones: We’ll have to see how Zybala responds on Monday. But you heard JPD...it’s time for the match many people paid to watch. The most emotionally fueled match of the night. Thaddeus Duke returns to the ring for personal reasons...for revenge.

Hood: Yep. They don’t get any more personal than this one.

Jones: It started innocently enough when Thad banned Easton’s finisher because it nearly paralyzed Alexandra Calaway. And, well, it’s all gone downhill since then resulting in Easton putting Frankie’s safety in danger.

Hood: You don’t mess with another person’s child, Jones. That’s crossing the line.

Jones: The Majority Owner steps out of the suit and into his gear. Does he still have it? Can he make Easton pay for his actions? Or, will Easton notch the biggest win of his career and get one up on the most powerful force in OCW? This could be a career defining moment for both men. Let’s head to the ring to watch it all play out.

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~Thousands of fans start making their way from the seaside portion of the Margarita Mix to another location on the Duke property. One where the House of Horrors is being lowered into position over another ring set up on solid ground.

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JONES: Ladies and gentlemen, this following match will not be for the faint of heart.

HOOD: No, it certainly will not. This quarrel between Easton Alexander and Thaddeus Duke has reached a fever pitch.

JONES: Thaddeus claims that him targeting Easton was strictly business while Easton made it very personal this past Monday night on Massacre when he kidnapped young Frankie.

HOOD: Easton finds himself in the heart of Duke Nation, Jones. This estate belongs to the Duke’s. A lot of these fans here tonight, are their neighbors. Easton can continue to delude himself into thinking what he did was right, but the boy is a child that has never hurt anyone.

JONES: I’m not saying you’re wrong Hood, but it’s Thaddeus that pushed him to that point. From costing him a match against PIC to banning the dragon driver to having Cyrus Braddock take Easton out to their fight where Thad suspended him indefinitely.

HOOD: Listen to that, Jones! How does any of that add up to ‘oh I know, I’ll kidnap his child, that’ll teach him!’?

JONES: …

HOOD: It doesn’t! There’s no excuse for it. It’s indefensible and reprehensible.

~Another shot of the ring shows the House of Horrors structure being secured by ring crewmen.

JONES: Miles of chain make up the walls of this structure. Once the door locks, there’s no way in and no way out. Every five minutes, one of four pods will open allowing both men to use whatever weapons or devices they find inside.

HOOD: The match will only end by pinfall or submission.

JONES: This match is new to OCW. Thaddeus Duke didn’t create it, however, the man that made it famous during his time in the XWF has never lost one, Hood.

HOOD: It’s seldom used for a reason. It’s dangerous. It’s brutal. There will be blood.

~The bell rings as fans continue to make their way to the ringside area.

BELVEDERE: The following contest, is a House of Horrors match set for one fall!

~With no music, no fanfare, Easton Alexander emerges from backstage. No glitz, no glamour, no pyro, absolutely no showmanship.

BELVEDERE: Coming down the aisle, from North Bay, Ontario, Canada… standing 6 foot 1 and weighing 2 hundred 10 pounds… The Canadian Dragon… EASTOOONNN ALLLEXXXANNNNDERRRR!

~Easton paces the ring, eyeballing the massive structure.

OCW Faithful: FUCK! YOU! EAST-ON! clap clap clapclapclap

~Hearing the crowd firmly against him, Easton looks around momentarily at the thousands pouring hate onto him before settling his eyes toward the entrance way as the outdoor arena lighting dims significantly.

JONES: It’s a surreal moment here in Newport, Rhode Island!

HOOD: He’s earned every bit of it from the Duke faithful tonight!

JONES: I’m not saying he hasn’t. Effectively what happened, is in one night on Massacre, the hero and villain of the story swapped sides and it’s really incredible.

BELVEDERE: And his opponent!

~Crimson and gold colored lighting lights up the aisle way as ‘The Rains of Castamere’ strikes up. During the first several seconds of the song, a dozen or so Lionheart banner carrying children make their way out on either side of the aisle.

BELVEDERE: From New York City… standing 6 foot 1 and weighing 2 hundred 17 pounds… the Lionheart… THADDEUS DUUUUUUKE!

~Thad emerges from backstage wearing his white and gold trunks and his white leather ring jacket eliciting cheers from Duke Nation. He stands motionless for a moment as he and Easton Alexander stare each other down from a considerable distance. As the war drums in ‘Rains’ kicks in, Thad starts toward the ring, the crimson and gold lighting strobing in time with the drums.

HOOD: The Rains of Castamere are falling for Easton Alexander!

JONES: Well, you know in the show, it didn’t work out so well for the lions when they fought the dragons!

~The Lionheart starts up the steps along the side of the ring and stops, not once taking his dark brown eyes from Easton. He removes his white leather ring jacket adorned with his Lionheart logo. Passing the jacket off to a ring attendant, Thad steps into the structure. Grabbing the door, he slams it shut behind him as the music stops suddenly and the banner carrying children are quickly ushered out of the constructed arena.

JONES: This is the moment of truth!

HOOD: Months of animosity all boils down to this tonight!

JONES: Easton Alexander attempts to wipe the stain of Thaddeus Duke from his life!

HOOD: Mark this night on your calendars! After ten months, Thaddeus Duke returns to OCW action!

~Thaddeus, surprisingly stoic and emotionless, steps through the ropes. Immediately, Thad and Easton come face to face, forehead to forehead. For the moment, the referee tries to separate them for his last second instructions. The two back off and Thad face shoves the referee down hard. Easton takes advantage of the moment delivering a double leg take down to a chorus of boos. Thad though covers up well as the referee signals for the bell to begin the battle.

~On the Tron, the countdown begins. 5:00… 4:59… 4:58…

~In the ring, the two have switched places to a huge pop from the crowd. Thad now mounted atop Easton sends fists repeatedly toward his face. Like his rival moments ago, Easton covers up well. Uninterested in wasting his time, Thad gets to his feet. Enraged and red faced, he points at Easton on the mat as he starts to get back to his feet. Easton is up to one knee as Thad grabs him by his hair and slams him back against the mat.

JONES: If you bought this event for this match and thought you’d see a mat classic, you’re gonna be sorely disappointed!

HOOD: No, these two men really want to hurt each other! Inside that prison, it’s very likely to happen!

JONES: Easton I think, just needs to ride this out! He’s facing an angry, emotional father right now and sooner or later, he’ll make a mistake!

~Thad jumps on top of Easton, using his legs to pin his arms to the mat. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Thad adopts a ground and pound tactic sending fists of fury into Easton’s face. The official tries to interfere once in an attempt to maintain some sort of order, but Thad gets to his feet and gets in his face before shoving the referee back to the mat.

~On the Tron: 3:21… 3:20… 3:19

~Amid the distraction, Easton starts to get up. Thad returns his attention to his nemesis and Easton drives his shoulder into Thad’s midsection driving him into the corner. With a firm grip on the ropes, Easton uses them for leverage, driving his shoulder again into the midsection of the corner trapped Thaddeus Duke. Taking a step back, Easton sends a fist into the face of the Lionheart before sending him across the ring into the far corner.

~Initially, Easton attempts to follow Thad into the corner, but Thad bounces off the turnbuckles toward the center of the ring. The Canadian Dragon adapts mid stride by grabbing Thad by his head and snapmaring him over and down to the mat before delivering a stiff penalty kick to his spine. For a brief moment, Easton drops to his knees in what looks to be a pin before thinking better of it.

JONES: Smart move, Easton!

HOOD: Habits die hard!

JONES: They surely do! Perhaps Easton just wanted to end this as early as possible!

HOOD: It’s far too early, Thad’s a lot tougher than that to beat, and the first weapons pod hasn’t even opened yet!

~1:48… 1:47… 1:46

~Back to his feet, Easton grabs Thad by his hair as he starts to get up. Pulling him up, he whips him toward the ropes. On the rebound, Thad hooks the ropes, immediately halting his momentum. Easton charges toward him and Thad ducks down, sending Easton up and over the top. Easton crashes hard on his back on the steel platform surface at mat level. Using the top rope as a slingshot, Thad catapults himself over the ropes, intent on dropping an elbow into the sternum of Easton Alexander.

JONES: Easton rolls out of the way!

HOOD: Ooo that’s gotta hurt!

~Avoiding the damage, Easton lays face down but looks over at Thad as he starts to get back to his feet. Thad winces in pain while laying on his back and clutching his elbow. Easton, having studied his opponent well and not wanting to waste any time, climbs back to his feet. With Thad nursing his elbow, Easton starts climbing the structure wall.

JONES: The Canadian Dragon! He’s going for the highest rent district!

HOOD: Thad’s vulnerable…

~No sooner does Hood utter those words and Thad quickly rockets to his feet. He rushes the wall and crashes his back into it with his head between Easton’s legs. Thad struggles to pull him off the wall for several seconds before Easton’s grip is finally broken. Thad advances several steps forward and plants Easton with a powerbomb over the top rope and into the ring!

JONES: Oh what a counter!

HOOD: Easton is down after that powerbomb, Jones!

JONES: I’m literally watching the match alongside you, Hood! I can fucking see that!

~0:02… 0:01… 0:00

~A loud buzzer sounds and the first pod opens to a crowd pop.

~5:00… 4:59… 4:58

HOOD: Ohhh things are about to start getting real interesting real fast!

JONES: The first weapons pod has opened and for the first time in like two weeks, the Lionheart is smiling!

~Thad smirks a little as he steps inside. This pod contains several steel chairs and a number of kendo sticks. Tossing a few of each out of the pod, Thad grabs one of each as he enters the ring. Easton meanwhile, has started recuperating from the earlier power bomb and is near the center of the ring on his hands and knees. Entering the ring, Thad tosses a kendo stick aside and firmly grips the steel chair.

HOOD: The Lion! Stalking the Dragon like prey!

JONES: There are preconceived notions because he’s a pretty boy, but Thaddeus Duke is no stranger to extreme violence!

~SMACK! Thad bring the chair down with a solid strike across Eaton’s back. The Canadian Dragon collapses to the mat, yelping out in pain. Instinctively, he rolls to his back, unintentionally opening himself up to Thad’s weaponized offense. Seeing Thad hovering above him, Easton attempts to roll away, but Thad steps down on his wrist, keeping him in place. Shifting the chair, Thad drives the blunt edge down into Easton’s shoulder. Stunned and in obvious pain, Easton is momentarily defenseless as Thad starts to work around Easton’s joints, driving the edge of the chair into his knee. Writhing in pain, Easton rolls away, but still on his back. Thad drives the chair into his ankle, sending him writhing and rolling away in the other direction.

HOOD: The chair assisted Garvin Stomp here on Easton Alexander!

JONES: Thaddeus Duke is intent on injuring him permanently!

HOOD: From his point of view, he deserves every bit of the pain he’s suffering right now!

~3:31… 3:30… 3:29

~Slowly and methodically, Thad completes the ‘stomp’ along the left side of Easton’s body. He lays on his back on the mat with Thad standing over him. Thaddeus drops to his knees, driving the side of the chair into Easton’s throat. Choking and unable to breathe, Easton flails his legs as Thad leans his weight onto the chair. The official desperately pleads with Thad to stop choking him to death. Duke just looks at him while continuing to choke the life out of Easton Alexander.

~Not wanting to see the life literally leave Easton Alexander, the official makes the decision to count this as a pin attempt.

1…

2…

HOOD: Thad releases the choke!

JONES: And he’s not happy!

~Stepping off of Easton, Thad gets in the referee’s face for counting a pinfall attempt during a brutal choke. The official tries in vain to explain himself but Thad isn’t having it. SMACK! The crowd pops loudly.

JONES: DOWN GOES THE REFEREE!

HOOD: Heat Seeker! No legsleps needed here baby!

JONES: That was entirely unnecessary!

HOOD: Thaddeus Duke has no interest in an official trying to control how violent he can be! He has no interest in ending this contest any time soon!

~2:11… 2:10… 2:09

~With the referee out cold, Thad spies Easton Alexander. He’s since rolled over on his stomach as he attempts to recuperate from the beating he just took. With the steel chair still in hand, Thad unfolds it and plants it in the center of the ring before returning his attention to Easton. Reaching down, he grabs a handful of hair and pulls him to his feet. Thaddeus lifts him up, before dropping him back first across the seat of the chair with a chair assisted backbreaker.

~Thad works his way back to his feet before picking up the bent of chair and tossing it from the ring. Eyeing the unconscious referee, Thad approaches and reaches for the mans waist.

JONES: What’s he doing to the referee!?

HOOD: Is he about to try and wake him up?

~Unbuckling the officials belt, he easily slides it off before again returning his attention to Easton. The Canadian Dragon lies on his side while clutching his ribs and lower back area where he impacted the chair moments ago. Thad meanwhile, loops the referee’s belt around his fist and lashes Easton. Alexander kicks his feet wildly from the sting and tries to roll away. The Lionheart stalks him before lashing him repeatedly with the belt, leaving red welts forming all over Easton’s back and shoulders.

~Satisfied for the time being, Thad drops the belt to the mat and seeks out the kendo stick he brought in when the pod opened earlier. Focusing on Easton, he twirls the stick around like a ball bat for a moment as he debates what he’s gonna do to him.

~0:02… 0:01… 0:00

HOOD: The second pod is opened!

~5:00… 4:59… 4:58

JONES: And Thad has decided against using the kendo stick!

HOOD: To the opened pod he goes!

~Making his way out of the ring to the pod, Thad joyfully steps inside and pulls a couple of wooden folding tables from it. He takes his time setting up one on the outside on the platform before tossing the other inside the ring. Back inside, he sets that table up near the center of the mat before returning his attention to Easton Alexander.

~Just as he approaches Easton, the man rolls over and shocks both Thad and his home crowd with a shot to the side of the head and face with the kendo stick. Thad reels away clutching the side of his head and tries to shake the sting.

HOOD: It’s been all Thad for the last six or seven minutes of this match!

JONES: It has, but I think we’re seeing a shift in momentum as Easton Alexander plays a little defense!

~Easton at long last climbs to his feet. Hobbled by the vicious assault from Thad earlier on, he begins to advance toward Thad. Seeing him coming, Thad rushes with a lariat, but wisely Easton ducks under. Thad turns to find him, but gets struck in the top of the head with the kendo stick. Thad staggers backward.

~SMACK!

~SMACK!

JONES: Easton Alexander! On the comeback trail!

HOOD: Thad shouldn’t have wasted time setting up the second table, because now it’s costing him!

~Repeatedly, as Thad tries to reel away and recoil after the kendo shots, Easton wails away on his adversary.

~SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

~3:07… 3:06… 3:05

~With one more smack over the top of the head, Thad crashes to the mat on his back. Knowing he can’t waste time, Easton stays on the offensive and grabs the officials belt from earlier on. Like Thad earlier, he loops the belt around his fist and returns his attention to Thad. Seeing him coming, Thad tries to roll away, but its to no avail as Easton begins to wail away with repeated lashings from the belt. Thad flails and tries to get away, but he can’t do it as Easton stays on top of him. After a few more lashes, Easton finally relents and tosses the belt as he heads toward the original opened weapons pod.

~A quick shot of Thaddeus Duke shows welts and bruises forming on his back and shoulders. Back to Easton as he retrieves a couple chairs from the pod and returns to the ring. Thad uses the ropes to fight his way to his feet as Easton stands in wait, ready to continue his offense. Thad turns and Easton surprises him by tossing him a chair. Thad catches it and Easton jumps in the air…

JONES: Roundhouse kick to the chair and Thaddeus Duke is down!

HOOD: This violence has no place in wrestling!

JONES: You had no problem with it five minutes ago, Hood!

HOOD: Yeah well my guy was on top then. Now I feel differently.

JONES: Holy shit, are you becoming self aware?

HOOD: What?

~Thad lays sprawled out on the mat as Easton picks up the other chair. Instinctively, Thad rolls over and starts trying to will himself to his feet, but Easton isn’t having it as he wallops Thad across his back with the chair. He arches his back and rolls away in agony but Easton doesn’t let him get away, hitting him again with the chair across his back. Once more he rolls away and this time Easton hangs back and waits. Thad tries to get up under his own power but falters, again needing to use the ropes to aid him. Once he’s up to a vertical position, he turns around to find Easton, but the Canadian Dragon wraps the chair over Thad’s skull. The Lionheart collapses to the mat very obviously on dream street.

~1:21… 1:20… 1:19

~Unwilling to let off the gas pedal and now firmly in control of the war, Easton grabs a handful of Thad’s hair. Only then realizing that it’s becoming blood soaked. Easton smirks briefly as he pulls Thad to his feet and shoves him into the corner before lifting him to the top turnbuckle.

~The referee is finally regaining consciousness.

~Taking a second to slide the set up table a little closer, Easton returns his attention to Thad and rushes toward the corner. Upon nearing it, he climb the ropes quickly before hopping up and wrapping his legs around Thad’s head, bringing him off the top rope with a hurricanrana. Thad flips and is slammed down through the table.

~0:30… 0:29… 0:28

JONES: Easton Alexander, feeling momentum firmly on his side now!

HOOD: Thaddeus Duke is in a bad way, Jones! He’s been busted open by the chair shot to his head and he was just put through a table!

~His joints still aching from earlier, Easton is a little slow in working his way back to his feet. Thaddeus remains sprawled out amid the debris of the busted table. Alexander gets to his feet.

~0:02… 0:01… 0:00

JONES: The third pod has now opened!

~5:00… 4:59… 4:58

HOOD: Close it back up!

JONES: What violence awaits us as Easton Alexander makes his way to that opened pod!?

~Stepping from the ring and into the third opened pod. Glass. Lots of glass light tubes. A few sheets of table length glass panes and a small burlap sack rest within it. Gently pulling out a pane of glass, he leans it against the ropes before pulling out a number of glass light tubes. Back in the ring, the referee is up and Thad rolls out of the table debris. The official goes to work in clearing the debris from the mat surface. Realizing he’s taking too much time, Easton steps into the ring with a light tube in hand. With Thad on his hands and knees, Easton bursts a light tube over his back sending little shards of glass and powdery residue flying.

JONES: Smart move from Easton, he just bough himself time to figure out what he wants to do with that pane of glass!

HOOD: You know, Easton Alexander should still be in Boston! In jail for kidnapping and awaiting trial!

JONES: You’re not wrong, but this is the justice Thaddeus Duke chose. This, in a sense Hood, is a trial by combat!

~Outside on the steel platform, Easton lays that pane of glass on top of the table Thad set up earlier in the battle. On top of that thick and heavy pane of glass, he lays out several light tubes.

~3:42… 3:41… 3:40

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

~Easton finally returns to the ring after setting up his glass/table trap. Thad has just gotten to his feet and Easton wields a pair of light tubes. Thad turns to find him.

~SMASH!

~The first light tube is shattered over Thad’s head and rather than fall, he’s almost paralyzed in place. Easton smashes the other one over his head and Duke collapses to the mat with blood trickling down his forehead. Easton goes for the first intentional pinfall of the match as he hooks the leg of the Lionheart.

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HOOD: He kicked out! Thank god!

JONES: You sound like you have doubts creeping in, Hood!

HOOD: Only an idiot doubts that young man!

~Unbothered by the kickout, Easton works his way back to his feet while Thad remains down and out on the mat. Making his way out of the ring to the platform surface, Easton grabs a chair before making his way back into the ring. Standing near Duke’s feet, Easton bends down and begins trying to sandwich his ankle between the chair. Thad though is trying to fight him off. Sitting up, with his free leg he kicks at Easton, but the Canadian Dragon wallops him in the head with the chaor rendering him defenseless again allowing him to resume what he was intending and sandwiching Thad’s left ankle in the chair.

HOOD: What’s he doing!?

JONES: Strategy! That’s Thad’s plant foot for the Heat Seeker!

~Easton backs up toward the ropes and hops to the top. Stepping up on the middle rope, Easton leaps from the turnbuckle bringing both feet down snapping the chair shut against Thad’s ankle to some OOO’s and AHHH’s from the crowd. Thad meanwhile, spins away in a fury, yelping out in pain as he clutches his injured ankle.

~Easton points to the sky to a chorus of boo’s from the crowd. Ignoring the hate, he grabs a handful of Thad’s blood soaked hair and pulls him to his feet before whipping him hard into the turnbuckle. He rushes in after him but eats a last second elbow to his face to a pop from the crowd.

~0:02… 0:01… 0:00

~The final pod unlocks as Easton staggers backward and falls to one knee as he shakes the jarring of his jaw from Thad’s elbow. Thad remains in the corner, taking the separation opportunity to recuperate some more as Easton gets back to his feet. Again he rushes into the corner, but this time eats a big boot, grounding him in the corner. Thad lifts himself to the top rope as Easton’s adrenaline still keeps him going. Thad steps to the top rope and turns his front toward the pod in the corner as Easton is working back to his feet quickly. He gives chase to Thad quickly as Duke climbs slowly to the top of the pod.

JONES: Nothing good is coming from the top of that pod!

HOOD: No, I have to agree! Unless Easton falls and breaks his neck or something, then I might change my mind!

~Thad hasn’t gotten to his feet yet on top of the pod as Easton arrives behind him. Easton is up quickly and delivers a punt kick to Thad’s ribs. Thad nearly falls off the edge, but grabs a hold of the chain wall as Easton kneels over him, delivering fist after fist into his face. Getting back to his feet, Easton grabs Thad by his hair and pulls him almost upright. With a fist of hair and a fist of Thad’s trunks, Easton looks down at the glass laden table on the platform below.

HOOD: Don’t do it!

JONES: This isn’t gonna end well for the Lionheart!

~Easton shoves Thad forward in an attempt to throw him from the top of the pod but Thad hooks his arm through the chain wall, stopping his forward momentum. The sudden shift causes Easton to stumble, but there’s no threat of him going off the pod by mistake. Thad drops to his hands and knees as Easton decides his next plan. Grabbing Thad by his hair, he starts to lift him up. Thad though, delivers the ultimate equalizer as he sends his arm in an uppercut to Easton’s groin.

HOOD: DO IT THAD!

~Climbing to his feet and Easton bent over in front of him, he places his hand beneath the chin of the Dragon and lifts slightly. Easton, frozen with pain for the moment, can only look Thad in his eyes. Thad takes his right hand and face shoves Easton.

JONES: OH MY GOD!

~Easton flies backward off the top of the pod to a huge roar from the crowd. He lands on the table smashing the light tubes. The thick pane of glass though supports the impact and doesn’t bust entirely though cracks are forming beneath him while the wooden table beneath it is bowing. Thad smiles a little as he backs up a step or two. Rushing forward with a quick burst, he leaps off the top of the pod.

JONES: HOLY!

~Soaring through the air, Thad lands his shooting star press named Mother of all Bombs, bring himself crashing down on top of Easton, shattering the thick glass pane and crushing the table beneath them both. Both men lay on the steel platform surface covered in glass debris with small cuts forming all over their bodies.

HOOD: SHIT!

OCW Faithful: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

JONES: Carnage! Both men are down!

HOOD: Broken and battered! What do either of these two men have left in the tank!?

~The referee is almost beside himself. Neither man has moved and he regrettably, hesitantly starts a double ten count as the fans start a ‘Let’s go Thad’ chant.

JONES: I would not be surprised if neither of these two can answer the ten count.

~3!

HOOD: It’s been a brutal match, no doubt. These two locked themselves inside chain battle field and it absolutely looks like a war zone inside it.

JONES: You wonder if there’s any respect for each other that will come out of this when it’s all over, Hood.

HOOD: I don’t wonder that at all! It existed when all of this started, but the last week or so, it took an incredibly personal turn when Easton Alexander kidnapped an 11 year old boy to make a point! To bend Thad to his will!

~6!

JONES: But you have to feel for Easton, Hood! Yes, it was wrong. It was a terrible thing he did, but he felt like he had no other choice!

HOOD: He had a choice! He could have not attacked a child, Jones! That was a choice HE made and that’s a choice HE will have to live with for the rest of his life! You’re not even considering the child! What did Frankie do to Easton? What did Frankie do to warrant being traumatized like that!?

~9!

~Right before 10, Thad rolls over with his arm across Easton’s chest.

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3!?????????

JONES: He kicked out!

HOOD: Damn him!

~After the kickout, Thad raises his head off the surface and looks at Easton in disbelief. Slowly, Thad starts to fight to his feet as finally, Easton rolls himself out of the glass and table debris. Using the chain wall to aid him to his feet, Thad is back up and lifts Easton to his. Placing his head between his legs, he looks to be going for a pile driver. As he lifts, Easton kicks his legs out, halting the attempt before powering Thad up and over the top sending him back first into the chunks and shards of broken glass.

~Standing upright, Easton staggers and tumbles through the ropes and into the ring. Out on the surface, Thad starts getting back to his feet. Before heading into the ring, he grabs the burlap sack eliciting some cheers from the crowd. Easton meanwhile, continues to recuperate in the ring as Thad steps through the ropes. Advancing toward the center, he empties the contents of the sack around the mat.

JONES: Thumbtacks!

HOOD: As if this match hasn’t been brutal enough!

~Lifting Easton to his feet, he doubles him over, trapping his arms in a double underhook. He lifts him up…

HOOD: Dragon Driver 98!

JONES: He didn’t do it like Easton!

~After the pile driver, Easton’s head is covered in thumbtacks and Thad hooks his leg.

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3!????

HOOD: Son of a bitch!

JONES: The Dragon kicks out here at the Mix and this match will continue!

~Grabbing his head in frustration, Thad barks at the official before getting back to his feet. Instead of keeping up his offensive, Thad heads to the final opened pod. Inside, just two items. One for each man that they’ve grown synonymous with over time. Easton’s barbed wire wrapped baseball bat, and Thad’s plain old Louisville Slugger. He brings both into the ring, but drops the Easton bat by the ropes.

~Turning his attention to Easton, Thad pulls him to his feet. Easton though falls to one knee before lunging forward, driving his shoulder into Thad’s midsection. Thad drops his bat as Easton leaps to his feet. Easton rushes past Thad and bounces off the ropes. Thad turns but Easton is by him already. Picking up speed, Easton bounces off the far side. Thad goes for a clothesline counter but Easton ducks underneath and cuts right, confusing Thad. Thad searches for him and just as he spots him, Easton turns him inside out with a lariat.

JONES: Man what a lariat!

HOOD: Spun him inside out!

~Feeling adrenaline and momentum turning in his favor, Easton grabs Thad by his hair and pulls him to his feet and almost immediately traps him in a double underhook. Lifting him up, he spins and plants him with the angels wings.

JONES: Cursed Night!

HOOD: Into the thumbtacks!

~Easton rolls him over and hooks the leg.

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2!

3!?????

~The crowd pops.

JONES: Somehow, some way, Thaddeus Duke kicks out!

HOOD: The man has thumbtacks stuck all over his face and still he survives!

~Easton is beside himself wondering what it’ll take to put Thad down for 3. Slowly he works his way to his feet. Blood trickles down from his head over his face as he spies the barbed wire bat. Limping, he makes his way across and picks it up. He cranes his neck to look at Thad still laying on his back. Turning, with bad intentions, Easton starts to make his way back to his opponent. Raising the bat over his head, he aims for Thad and swings it down. At the last moment, Thad rolls right and Easton misses.

~It takes a moment to dislodge the barbed wire out of the mat, but when he does, he tries again. This time, Thad rolls left and again Easton misses. It takes another moment for Easton to pull the bat out of the mat, but Thad scurries away this time. Easton chases and swings the bat. Thad rolls right but Easton was ready this time.

JONES: He blocked it!

HOOD: Praise Thaddeus!

~When Thad rolled over, he was clutching his Louisville Slugger and used it to block the barbed wire bat from Easton. With his foot, Thad kicks Easton’s knee, causing him to hobble backward, giving Thad the space to at least get to his knees. Easton though, fights through the pain in his knee and swings again. Thad blocks yet again and it comes down to strength and will as Thad powers to his feet. The two are embroiled in a stalemate as Easton kicks Thad in his knee cap, dropping him to his knees instantly. Once more, Easton swings. Once more Thad blocks, but this time the Louisville Slugger is snapped in half. Easton laughs for a quick second as he rears back to swing at a now defenseless Thaddeus Duke.

~To his feet in a heartbeat, Thad quickly backpedals himself into the corner, trapping himself. Easton rushes forward and swings. At the last second, Thad ducks his head under the ropes and the barbed wire bat is driving into the turnbuckle padding. Easton tries to remove it as Thad slips out of the corner. With one heavy pull, Easton shreds the turnbuckle padding and his bat is free. Turning to find Thad…

~SMACK!

HOOD: Heat Seeker!

JONES: From outta nowhere!

~After the superkick, Easton falls to his back and the bat flies away. Thad drops to his knees almost immediately, then falls back first across Easton.

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2!

3!????????

3!

HOOD: Thaddeus Duke has done it!

JONES: Thank god this is over, Hood! These two were on the verge of trying to kill each other!

BELVEDERE: The winner of this match! THADDEUS DUKE!

~Highly Suspect’s ‘My Name Is Human’ begins to play as the crowd on hand cheers and applauds the effort put forth by both of these men. Thad leans off of Easton and slowly makes his way out of the now unlocked House of Horrors. Starting up the aisle, he sees his wife and Frankie, accompanied by his two best friends Sloane Taylor and Sebastian Bryce.

~Looking up at them with a smile, he stops and looks back into the ring.

JONES: The personal aspect of this war aside, I hope that Easton Alexander is proud of what he did here tonight. People say a lot of things about Thaddeus Duke, but he is without a doubt one of the strongest competitors in the industry today.

HOOD: He is, and Jones, Easton may not be walking out the winner tonight, but he is absolutely a name to watch. Easton Alexander will be a name that one day may be held in the same regard as other greats of this industry.

~Thad looks like he’s about to go back to the ring, even taking a few purposeful steps forward until Frankie runs down the aisle to cut him off.

JONES: I can understand how Thaddeus feels and I certainly empathize with his son and what he went through, but the boy is right. Enough is enough!

HOOD: I never though I’d day this, but I agree. You won Thad. Leave it there. Let Easton lick his wounds.

~Frankie continues talking sense into Thad. Finally, Thad agrees and the two Duke’s return to their family and friends up the aisle way and disappear through the entrance.

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~ The shot cuts to the back to a view of Victoria running down a dark hallway. Then the camera turns to reveal she is running from Outcast. She pauses at a doorway and looks back to see Outcast getting closer. ~

Victoria Strader: *singsongy* just a little bit further, baby…

~ Victoria ducks around a corner, out of Outcast’s line of sight. When he reaches the corner, he comes around swinging expecting her to be there but she expected his expectations, ducked and drop toe-hold him to the floor. ~

Victoria Strader: Gonna have to do better than that, old man.

~ Victoria laughs, flipping him off. He gets to his feet and bolts again but when he turns the next corner on his left he wishes he hasn’t. ~

Outcast: Ahh shit, not again!

~Victoria appears and leaps into the portal after him. It immediately closes. ~

Hood: Can she control it herself, now?

Jones: Seems so, Hood.

Hood: Fuck.

Jones: Alright fans...well we’re about to enter the final portion of tonight’s event. The MIX finals followed immediately by the MIX Championship. Four wrestlers all vying for an OCW Title shot. When will that shot take place? At our next OCW PPV Event...Face Off!

Hood: Face Off?

Jones: Yep! LIVE, Sunday, October 23rd!

Hood: Oh, wow. Really spacing these ppvs out.

Jones: It’s fall, Hood. Busy season.

Hood: Good point.

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Jones: All five OCW titles will be defended. A standard event from a lineup perspective...but, it’ll be anything but from a creative standpoint.

Hood: Oh?

Jones: Details to be announced later.

Hood: Oh.

Jones: In the meantime...let’s find out who will secure their spot in the main event of Face Off! Four wrestlers are left! Two teams remaining...and, by the end of the night, one of them will be crowned the 2022 Margarita Mix Champion!

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Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the final match of the MARGARITA MIX TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT!!! The winners of this match will immediately do battle in the ring where one of them will be crowned the NEW #1 CONTENDER TO THE OCW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first…

~”I Need A Dollar (Bakija Remix)” by Aloe Blacc & Wu-Tang Clan begins to echo throughout the arena. The fans, begin to boo as Thunder Knuckles makes his way out onto the stage.~

Belvedere: … from Lima, Ohio and weighing in this evening at 260 pounds… he is… THUNDER KNUCKLES!!!

~TK taunts the fans as he makes his way toward the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and pops up to his feet. He raises a hand in defiance with his back to the camera.~

Belvedere: And his tag team partner… hailing from Frankfort, Kentucky… she is your 2021 MARGARITA MIX CHAMPION… DOLLY WATERS!!!!!

~”Ode To Joy” blasts through the PA system and the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. Dolly Waters emerges from behind the curtain, taking a deliberate pause at the top of the ramp. Her hair nested into a bun, wearing a loose fitting black long-sleeved athletic top, over a pair of black leggings and black wrestling boots. Do you see the juxtaposition?

Though the fans roar, Dolly wastes little time drinking them in. Her gaze is focused squarely on the squared circle. She marches to the cymbals and the trumpets, poised and focused, looking like someone walking towards a fight, not an exhibition.

She climbs the apron, and through the bottom rope, taking her spot in the center of the ring where she raises a single fist into the air under a shower of camera flashes. She heads to her corner and high fives TK.~

Belvedere: And their opponents…

~“Every Breath You Take” by the Police begins to play as the crowd leaps to their feet in excitement. The Stranger appears on the entrance ramp staring around at the thousands of OCW Faithful.~

Belvedere: … from Parts Unknown and weighing in at 235 pounds… he is… THE LOST STRANGER!!!

~TLS pauses on the stage instead of coming to the ring quickly as is his custom.~

Belvedere: And his tag team partner…

~The crowd doesn’t wait to roar for one of the biggest OCW fan favorites.~

Belvedere: He hails from Charleston, South Carolina and weighs in at 232 pounds… he is… your OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION…PIC!!!!!

~The intro to “Raise Your Hands” by Bon Jovi blasts throughout the speakers as the crowd goes ballistic. PIC emerges onto the stage and looks over at TLS. He lifts his hands high in the air and TLS meets them with a double high five. The two turn toward the ring, then in unison begin running down the entrance ramp, sliding into the ring as TK and Dolly scurry to the outside. They both turn toward the hard cam, TLS a little less comfortable at the pandering than PIC. The two make their way over to their corner as Dolly and TK hop back up onto the ring apron. Each team begins to discuss strategy in their respective corners.~

Jones: Here we go ladies and gentlemen! It’s the Mix FINALS!!! The winners of this match will immediately go one on one with the winner of that match securing his or her shot at the OCW World Championship!!

Hood: Dolly won it last year, and she’s going to do it all over again. I’ve got no doubt about it.

Jones: I’m sure TLS and PIC will have something to say about that, even Thunder Knuckles stands in her way if their team pulls this one out. Scruff’s calling for the bell and this match is ready to begin!

DING DING DING

~PIC and Dolly are set to start things off as they circle each other in the ring. PIC attempts to shoot Dolly’s leg but she quickly hops out of the way. The two lock up in the middle of the ring with PIC easily gaining the advantage, pushing her into one of the unoccupied corners. He hooks her arm and hip tosses her into the center of the ring as the crowd pops. PIC isn’t into pandering at this point in the evening, his focus solely on Dolly. She grabs her lower back and smirks, then begins circling again. Another lockup in the ring, another PIC advantage. This time, he immediately hip tosses her. She pops up and turns into an arm drag, then another as PIC holds onto her arm. He wrenches it as she yells out in pain. She slowly begins to make her way to her feet and push PIC back into the ropes. TLS reaches out and makes the blind tag as Dolly pushes PIC forward toward the opposite side of the ring. He bounces off the ropes and Dolly charges forward. PIC leap frogs her, then immediately arches backwards in a Matrix style maneuver as TLS leaps off the top rope over PIC and sends Dolly down with a vicious clothesline. TLS stalls for a moment, rubbing his neck and wincing in pain before finally going for the cover as PIC rolls to the outside.~

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Kickout!!!

Jones: PIC and TLS are once again showing what a well oiled team they must have been back in the day. TLS might have even won the match then and there had he not stalled due to having his neck worked over earlier this evening. They’re looking like the Rockers out here tonight.

Hood: And they broke up in the past just like The Rockers too. You’ll see how much of a team they are if they somehow win tonight. It’s every man for himself when it comes to a world title shot.

Jones: You definitely have a point, Hood. Both teams may be good at what they do, but only one person leaves tonight with a shot at the biggest prize in professional wrestling.

~TLS pulls Dolly off the mat and sends her into his team’s corner. He tags PIC and begins laying right hands into her. PIC hops over the top rope. He runs to the middle of the ring, turns, and builds up a head of steam. TLS drops to a knee as PIC drop kicks Dolly into the corner. PIC flips off and lands on his feet. Dolly stumbles forward right into PIC’s arms. He hooks her and delivers a fisherman’s suplex. He holds on for a pin attempt.~

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2!

~Thunder Knuckles comes into the ring and blasts PIC in the face with a huge boot. PIC recoils and rolls off of Dolly as blood once again begins to pour out.~

Jones: Thunder Knuckles just kicked PIC’s face off.

Hood: Hell yeah!

Jones: He’s busted the nose once again as blood continues to pour out. I’d say PIC’s nose is definitely broken at this point.

~Scruff tries to get TK back to his corner, but TLS comes charging into the ring. Scruff turns his attention to TLS, allowing TK to scoop PIC off the mat and send him crashing back down with a scoop slam. TK slides Dolly over to his corner before getting out of the ring. Scruff turns to see TK tag Dolly on the back. He leaps over the top rope as PIC makes it to his feet. TK charges forward with a vicious clothesline. PIC pops up and receives another clothesline, this one square across the face. PIC once again grabs at the nose area as TK smirks. He drinks in the chorus of boos from the OCW faithful. He scoops PIC up once again, this time taking him to his corner where he sets him up in the Tree of Woe. He lines PIC up with his hands, then begins delivering a series of stomps right to PIC’s face. He’s wearing a crimson mask at this point as the blood from his nose is now running up his face toward his eyes and forehead. From the outside, Dolly gets to her feet and tags TK. Dolly climbs to the top buckle while PIC is still in the Tree of Woe. She looks around the arena before leaping off, connecting with a Coup De Grace right to PIC’s face!!! She lands on her knees, looking around at the arena before rolling PIC over and going for the pin.~

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3! NO!

~PIC manages to drape his left leg over the bottom rope right before the three count. Dolly grabs her neck as she gets to her feet. She tags TK back in as he begins laying in stomps to the side of PIC’s head.~

Hood: Damnit! I thought Dolly and Thunder Knuckles had the match won!

Jones: You gotta hand it to PIC there. Even with the amount of destruction he’s taken to his nose and face this evening he still had enough ring awareness to find the ropes before the pinfall.

Hood: It’s only a matter of time though, Jones. He can’t keep this up.

~TK laughs, seemingly toying with PIC by kicking him as he rolls around the ring. Each spot PIC’s head touches leaves a pool of blood behind. TK grabs PIC and brings him to his feet. He goes behind and locks in a full nelson much in the style of the Masterlock. He pushes his clenched fists into the back of PIC’s neck as PIC tries to escape. TLS begins smacking the top turnbuckle with his hand, getting the crowd into it as the cheer for PIC. PIC seemingly is energized by the crowd, but that energy is short-lived as TK lifts PIC into the air, and sends him crashing to the mat with a full nelson slam! He drops down, hooking the near leg.~

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NO!!

~PIC gets a shoulder up right before Scruff’s hand hits the mat for three.~

Hood: NO!!

Jones: That was a close one. I think TK’s nonchalant cover probably cost him there.

Hood: I hate to agree with you, but you’re probably right.

~TK wastes no time, lifting PIC back to his feet. He throws him off into his corner. PIC smashes against the turnbuckle while Dolly kicks him in the back of the head. PIC stumbles out of the corner right into a HUGE Alabama Slam!!!! TK makes the cover, this time hooking the far leg.~

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3!!!

NO!!!!!

~TLS shoots across the ring and kicks TK in the back at the last possible moment, breaking the pin. TK charges toward him as Scruff gets between the two. Scruff pushes TLS back toward his corner while Dolly heads to the top rope once again. She clasps her hands together as if making a tag. TK lifts PIC up to his feet then dives out of the way while Dolly leaps from the turnbuckle and connects with a diving sling blade!!! The back of PIC’s head smashes the mat as blood goes spattering. Dolly gets a little on the side of her face and wipes it on her ring gear. Scruff turns around to see Dolly in the ring. She tells him she made the tag and he believes her like every ref does. She thinks about a cover but PIC’s body is too close to the ropes. She instead lifts him off the mat and scoop slams him in the center of the ring. She motions to the crowd that the match is over as they shower her with a chorus of boos.~

Jones: Could it be, Hood? It looks like Dolly is setting PIC up for her “Running Waters” finishing maneuver.

Hood: Dolly’s shining wizard is one of the best in the wrestling business. If she hits this, PIC’s nose will be shoved right down his throat.

~Dolly runs forward, but PIC ducks her knee at the last possible second. He gets to his feet as Dolly turns around… right into a scoop and a Michinoku Driver!!!~

Hood: Son of a bitch!!!

Jones: PIC’s last ditch effort pays off!! PIC hit a Michinoku Driver on Dolly out of nowhere! PIC is down. Dolly is down. This crowd is electric!!!

~PIC and Dolly both lay motionless on the mat as Scruff begins to count.~

1… 2… 3…

~Dolly is the first to stir as she looks up toward TK and begins crawling in his direction.~

4… 5…

~PIC also begins crawling, but can’t see due to the amount of blood in his eyes. He crawls toward an unoccupied corner until TLS begins yelling at him, causing him to change directions.~

6… 7…

~Both opponents are close to their corners. Dolly is the first to reach out and smack TK’s hand. He enters the ring just as PIC reaches out and tags TLS! TLS hops over the top rope and downs TK with a vicious clothesline. TK pops up only to be sent back down with another. TLS sees Dolly steadying herself with the top rope out of the corner of his eye. He runs toward her and drop kicks her over the top rope and onto the floor. He turns back around right into a SUPERKICK from TK!! TLS drops to the mat. TK covers.~

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Kickout!!!

Jones: Holy hell, what a match! I thought for sure the tides were turning with TLS entering the ring, but once again TK and Dolly have gained the advantage.

Hood: We’ve been saying it all night and it’s just as true now. Dolly won this thing last year. Thunder Knuckles has been wrestling all over the planet. These two are as well oiled a machine as you’re going to find in this tournament.

~Dolly gets back up to the ring apron as TK makes the tag. He lifts TLS to his feet as Dolly hops onto the top rope and springboards off with a European uppercut!~

Jones: That’s ODE TO JOY!! Dolly’s looking to finish things off right here and now!!!

~Dolly lines TLS up, runs forward and connects with the RUNNING WATERS!!! She goes for the pin.~

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2!

3!!!

NO!!!!!

~PIC comes flying off the top rope with a 450 splash right on to the back of both Dolly Waters and TLS!!! PIC rolls off, holding his ribs while both Dolly and TLS each hold theirs as well.~

Hood: NO!!!

Jones: Oh… my… GOD!!! I can’t believe what I just saw! PIC hit The End Result on both Dolly Waters AND his own tag team partner, TLS!!!

Hood: What the hell kind of partner does that?

Jones: The kind that knows NOT breaking up that pin would have meant his team lost. TLS probably isn’t the biggest PIC fan right now, but he just kept TLS alive in this match!

~PIC gets up slowly but musters up the energy to run toward TK, sending him flying off the ring apron with a forearm smash. PIC grabs the top rope, leaps up onto it, and springboards off with a SHOOTING STAR PRESS to a standing TK on the outside of the ring!!! The crowd goes wild!~

Jones: It’s anyone’s match, Hood! PIC and TK are down on the outside. Both TLS and Dolly are fighting to get to their feet in the ring. Who will get up first?

Hood: Come on Dolly! You can do this!!

~Dolly is up first. She runs towards TLS and delivers a quick snap DDT! She thinks about a cover but sees PIC getting up on the outside. She grabs the ropes and springboards off and connects with a crossbody to PIC on the floor! TLS is slow to get up inside the ring. He grabs on the ropes to support his weight as he gets up slowly. Dolly helps TK up on the outside, then slides back into the ring. PIC is still on the ground as TK goes back to his corner.~

Jones: Dolly just gave TLS some time to recuperate there unintentionally.

Hood: I don’t think it matters much. He’s moving like an old man at this point.

~TLS is desperate for a tag but PIC is only starting to stir on the outside. Dolly marches towards TLS and grabs his arm, she whips him towards the opposite side, but TLS collapses before he even reaches the ropes. Dolly delivers a quick elbow to the fallen TLS, then lifts him up. She walks him over to TK and tags him in. Dolly passes TLS over to TK. TK hooks his arms around TLS’ waist and delivers a crushing side suplex. PIC finally makes his way back to the apron, but TLS is on the other side. PIC lies on the ring apron, stomping the mat, trying to motivate his teammate.~

Jones: If TLS doesn’t make the tag, it’s going to be over for him and PIC.

Hood: I don’t think he can do it. He and PIC are around the same age, but his body has taken more of a beating through the years.

~TK whips TLS hard towards the corner. TLS crashes hard against the turnbuckle. He collapses to the mat. TK begins to stomp TLS. He takes a few steps back, then runs forward, slamming TLS in the face with a running knee! He then makes the cover.~

1!

2!

FOOT ON THE ROPE!

~TK gets up and smacks TLS’ foot off the rope. He drags TLS to the center of the ring. TK plays to the crowd a bit and then heads over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. TLS is not moving. TK climbs to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off with a diving elbow, but TLS rolls out of the way!!~

Jones: TLS moves away at the last second! If TK connected it probably would have been over.

Hood: That took every last ounce of energy he had.

~TK is writhing in pain in the center of the ring as TLS crawls his way to an anxious PIC, who’s now back to his feet. TK gets to his feet and runs over to Dolly for the tag. TLS reaches for PIC who extends his arms out, but before they can make the tag, Dolly grabs TLS by his feet and drags him back to the center of the ring. Dolly stands TLS up and delivers a European uppercut. He bounces off the ropes into another. He bounces off one last time as Dolly mounts the turnbuckle and jumps off with yet another uppercut, this time her signature Ode To Joy maneuver! TLS is staggering and dazed he falls to one knee. Dolly takes a couple steps back. She runs forward and goes for the “Running Waters”. And CONNECTS!!! This could be it. She makes the pin.~

1!!!!!

2!!!!!

3!! NO!!!! ARM UP!!!

Jones : How does he keep doing this?

Hood: I don’t know, he’s probably cheating.

~Dolly is visibly frustrated. She looks over at TK who shrugs at her. Dolly takes a couple steps back, and is setting up for another Running Waters. The crowd is on their feet, TK is cheering her on, PIC is smacking his fists against the turnbuckle, but TLS is still down. He’s not moving. Dolly yells at him, “GET UP YOU OLD BASTARD!”. But TLS lays motionless in the center of the ring. Dolly marches over to TLS but as soon as she gets close, he wraps her up in a small package.~

1!!

2!!

NO!! Kickout!!

Jones: He was playing possum.

Hood: He still looks like he is moving awfully slow.

~TLS crawls towards PIC in the corner as Dolly gets up. Dolly inches close to him as he leaps up and reaches for PIC. Dolly grabs at him but misses as the crowd erupts. PIC is tagged in! Dolly turns and leaps toward TK, making the tag as well. PIC springboards off the top rope and nails Dolly with a huge forearm. He spins off into a discus lariat to TK, sending him to the mat. PIC with a scoop slam to Dolly. He turns to TK and attempts the same, but he’s unable to get the big man into the air. He pivots, trying to whip TK toward the corner. TK reverses, sending PIC back first into the corner instead. TK runs forward, leaping into the air with a double knee. PIC pulls Dolly into the corner and drops down at the last second. TK’s knees connect with Dolly Waters square in the face! TK falls to the mat, Dolly stumbles forward, right into THE SHOWSTOPPA!!! PIC drops down for the cover! Scruff just stands there!~

Hood: Hahahaha!! Dolly’s not the legal person, TK is!

Jones: Oh man! You’re right Hood. PIC thought he had the match won but he pinned the wrong person!

~PIC slaps the mat, realizing his mistake. He slowly gets to his feet. He turns right into a kick to the gut from TK. THUNDER STRIKE!! TK goes for the pin.~

Hood: It’s over!!!

1!!

2!!!

3!!!!!




NO!!!! PIC GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!

Hood: What is it going to take to put this team away?!

Jones: They’re operating on pure heart at this point. Listen to this crowd, Hood. They are going absolutely bananas for TLS and PIC.

~TK is visibly upset with Scruff but stops short of putting his hands on him. He lifts PIC to his feet and tries to hook him for a suplex, but PIC spins around, hooking TK with a Full Nelson.~

Jones: PIC’s returning the favor from earlier in the match when TK had his Full Nelson locked in!

~PIC begins laying knee after knee into the kidneys of TK while keeping his grip, a move he calls Dialysis Paralysis. He lets go as TK drops to his knees. PIC flips him over, attempting to hook in the Texas Cloverleaf.~

Jones: The PIC Lock!

~TK kicks PIC off of him and into the ropes. PIC bounces off and connects with a cross body block to TK. He gets up and looks over to his corner, where TLS is getting to his feet. The two nod at each other and TLS climbs to the top. PIC hoists TK up into a fireman’s carry with every ounce of strength left in him. PIC spins TK out into a Showstoppa!! As he falls forward, TLS leaps off the top with The Souled Out somersault leg drop onto the back of TK’s neck!!!~

Jones: THE SOULSTOPPA!!!! That’s the tag team finishing move these guys used over 20 years ago!!

~TLS sees Dolly coming toward them and clotheslines her, sending both of them over the top rope and onto the floor. PIC puts every bit of weight he has on top of TK’s legs as he presses his shoulders to the mat.~

1!!

2!!!!



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

DING DING DING

~TK thrusts his legs upward sending PIC flying across the ring, but only AFTER Scruff counted to three.~

Jones: They did it! PIC and TLS did it!!!!!!

Belvedere: Here are your winners… and your 2022 Margarita Mix Champions… THE LOST STRANGER AND PIC!!!!!!!!!!

Jones: I can’t believe it! I just can’t believe it!

Hood: I didn’t think the geezers had it in them.

Jones: It was so close, Hood! TK kicked out a split second too late!

Hood: I have a feeling if he would have kicked out on time the old guys couldn’t have fought any more.

Jones: That may be true, but he did kick out late and now PIC and TLS must face each other in a few moments.

Hood: I can’t believe one of these idiots is going to be the new number one contender to the world title.

Jones: Hood, don’t forget, TLS already owns an OH SHIT! Contract that he won at Truth or Consequences. Imagine if TLS defeats PIC, he’ll own two title shots! That would almost guarantee he’ll become the next OCW Champion!

Hood: God help us all!

~TK angrily rolls out of the ring to check on Dolly. TLS rolls into the ring as he and PIC put their arms around each other. Scruff raises their hands to the excitement of the crowd. The moment is short lived, however, as both simultaneously realize they are no longer teammates, but opponents.~

Picture

~TK and Dolly head down the ramp...a strong showing of respect for the two biggest stars of last year’s MIX. They made it far...but not far enough~

Jones: Dolly Waters defended her MIX title about as well as could be expected. It’s clear she’s every bit as good as those closest to her claim.

Hood: Yep and TK is a fuckin beast. But, we already knew that.

Jones: Absolutely...and speaking of ‘beast’. The two winners must now compete in a singles match. It doesn’t get any easier.

Hood: Nope. But that’s the price you gotta pay to be great.

~Scruff backs away from TLS and PIC. TLS and PIC are no longer holding each other’s hands up. They’re facing each other...PIC expecting TLS to try something sneaky. TLS looking for an opportunity to try something sneaky~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the MIX CHAMPIONSHIP!!! This match is scheduled for one fall and the winner will earn an OCW Title shot at Face Off!!!

~Huge ovation. Belvedere doesn’t bother with the introductions as we already know the two men involved~

Belvedere: Ring the bell!!

~The bell rings. All the fans are on their feet. PIC and TLS circle each other. PIC reaches to lock up but TLS boots him in the gut. He then slugs PIC across the face with a right hand. The fans are instantly against TLS. PIC stumbles into the ropes. TLS stays on top of him, going right after his noise, ripping and pulling on the nose PIC injured in the semi-final match~

Jones: And here we go...TLS doing TLS things.

Hood: These men know each other so well. TLS knew PIC would try to lock up...so he kicked him. He also knew that PIC would hold out one, last, final hope that TLS would take the high road.

Jones: You can’t blame him for being an optimist.

Hood: The problem with optimists is that they are fucking stupid.

~PIC shoves TLS off of him. His nose is leaking blood again. TLS charges forward and he clotheslines PIC over the top rope and onto the apron. PIC lands onto the apron, holding onto the ropes. He gets to his feet and TLS runs forward, looking to send him into the water...but PIC drives his shoulder through the ropes, into TLS!!! TLS staggers back, holding his abdomen. PIC stands upright and he grabs onto the top rope….he jumps up but slides down under the bottom rope, through TLS’ legs. PIC hits the ropes...TLS spins around and PIC hits him with a flying forearm!!!! TLS drops to the mat, holding his head~

Jones: The move most have been able to see coming caught TLS!

Hood: Sometimes you’re too close to a situation and you miss the obvious.

Jones: Since TLS went for PIC’s nose...it’s probably fair game for PIC to go after TLS’ neck, right?

Hood: Shit, man. If you need permission to do that in THIS match? You should just tuck your tail between your legs and run home like the bitch that you are.

~PIC is back on his feet going after TLS...he pulls TLS to his feet but TLS head butts him in the midsection! TLS stumbles back. TLS gets to his feet and he uppercuts PIC!!! PIC staggers back, holding his nose. TLS charges forward with a knee into PIC’s midsection before hooking him and tossing him back into the center of the ring with a gut wrench suplex! TLS crawls over and he grabs PIC by the nose, twisting and turning, telling PIC to give it up. Scruff administers a five count before forcing a break~

Jones: Would a submission there even count?

Hood: It’d have to. Quitting is quitting.

Jones: Doesn’t matter anyway. PIC is no quitter.

~TLS releases the hold. His hands painted with blood. PIC tries to sit up but TLS grabs him by the hair and slams the back of his head down into the mat. PIC rolls over, holding his head. TLS returns to his feet and he stomps on PIC over and over and over again, keeping him down. If anybody knows the toughness of PIC, it’s TLS~

Jones: TLS knows how hard it is to defeat PIC. He’s not going to let up. He will not relent.

Hood: Yea, you could argue PIC’s had an advantage throughout this OCW run by sneaking up on people. They either didn’t know who he was or didn’t realize how tough/good he is. That is not the case with TLS.

Jones: Nope. TLS knows exactly what he’s got to do if he wants to survive against the man he broke into the business with, for all intents and purposes.

~TLS pulls PIC back to his feet and he boots him into the gut. He brings him in for STRANGER DANGER...but PIC blocks it. TLS tosses PIC over with a snap suplex! PIC lands hard! TLS returns to his feet and he places his foot on PIC’s face, driving the bottom of his boot into PIC’s nose...PIC yells out, reaching up with his arms and shoving TLS’ boot out of his face before rolling onto all fours. TLS instantly hooks him in a front face lock. He drops to one knee, squeezing tight. Sweat and blood drop from PIC’s face, staining the mat~

Jones: Like chopping a big tree down. Just work away at it...work away.

Hood: Yea, the idiot wrestlers think if you hit this big move it’ll be over...so they go for the fuckin home run right at the start. The smart wrestlers...they wear their opponents down. Makes shit so much easier in the latter stage of matches.

Jones: The big move can work against lesser opponents. But main event level talents like PIC? You absolutely have to wear them down.

Hood: All it takes is patience. And we know TLS has plenty of that.

~PIC yells out and fires back to his feet...he charges forward, slamming TLS in the corner. He drives his shoulder into TLS’ midsection over and over and over. He breaks free! He punches TLS in the head several times...his bloodied face is full of fury. PIC sends TLS reeling with a forearm uppercut!!! TLS instantly reaches for his neck. PIC reaches up, grabbing TLS by the head and it’s his turn...he looks in a front face lock and jerks and pulls TLS out of the corner, back to the center of the ring...PIC drops to one knee, squeezing his arm around the neck of his now-former partner~

Jones: And the tables have turned!

Hood: Ugh...as someone who’s had neck pain...that shit is making me squirm.

Jones: Well, TLS could have avoided the nose. A small kindness that would have likely been returned by the far more amenable PIC. But, he went straight for the jugular...so PIC is only doing what’s already been established.

Hood: A neck is a lot more painful than a fuckin nose.

~TLS tries firing up. He gets to his feet and hoists PIC in the air...but PIC cranks down on the hold, sending pain shooting through TLS’ body...TLS falls back to both knees...PIC returns to his previous position, applying more pressure onto TLS’ neck. Scruff leans in, asking TLS if he wants to give it up...but TLS refuses. TLS reaches up with his hands and he grabs at PIC’s face. PIC realizes where this is going...so he gets to his feet, pulls TLS along with him and swiftly drops him with a Swinging Neck Breaker!!! TLS is down! PIC hovers over for the pin~

1!

KICK OUT

Jones: Well, that wasn’t very close.

Hood: His neck is injured, Jones. Not broken.

Jones: PIC could’ve held onto that front face lock longer...but TLS was about to rip at his nose.

Hood: Yea, smart move.

~TLS sits up...PIC instantly grabs him from behind and hooks a chin lock!!! TLS yells out in pain as PIC continues to work the neck over. The pain is getting intense, it’s getting severe. TLS fires up to his feet...he stumbles toward the ropes. PIC has transitioned the chin lock into a sleeper. TLS climbs up onto the bottom rope. What’s he doing? He gets to the middle rope. PIC hops onto his back to keep the hold...TLS then dives forward! The fans gasp!!! The two tumble over the top rope!!! They slam into the ring apron!! PIC hits first with TLS landing on top of him! The impact breaks the hold! They both fall onto the metal surface surrounding the ring. PIC arching his back in pain while TLS coughs, holding his throat~

Jones: Wow! A terrible fall!

Hood: TLS going all kamikaze.

Jones: Yea, that’s one way to get someone off your back.

Hood: Pretty smart. I mean, TLS suffered from the fall but PIC definitely got the worst of it.

~TLS crawls toward the edge of the metal and leans in toward the water. He coughs, spitting some dark phlegm out. For a moment, he contemplates taking a sip of the water...until he looks out and sees one of Ball Ball’s GOONS swimming past in the distance. Then he realizes how contaminated this water must be and slaps at the surface, frustrated. He turns and crawls toward PIC. PIC reaches up for the apron cloth with his left hand...he pulls himself up to his knees...but TLS comes up from behind, grabs PIC by the back of the head and rams his forehead into the edge of the apron! PIC falls onto the metal surface, holding his head...he rolls onto his front side. TLS grabs him by the hair and he slams his face into the metal surface...he keeps the pressure on, raking PIC’s face against the metal~

Jones: TLS is looking to scratch and cut PIC’s face up!

Hood: Blood is about to fill the water. The goons better get out of there.

Jones: Yea, they seem to still be swimming from the very first match. Great stamina.

Hood: Goons are very resilient.

~PIC throws a wild elbow back and manages to clip TLS in the head! TLS falls onto his ass, stunned. PIC scurries toward the steps and gets to his knees. He looks over his shoulder at TLS...we see PIC’s face bleeding from being grated across the metal. TLS sees it, too. He moves forward. The injury and damage signaling that he’s getting closer to his goal. TLS reaches his feet...PIC is still on his knees, his arms hanging over the top step...TLS runs in with a big boot! But PIC ducks!! TLS’ leg whiffs...his bottom leg rams into the side of the steps! He’s caught in an awkward spots, with his right land draped over the top step as he reaches down, holding his left leg. PIC fights to his feet...he throws a stiff KICK into the side of TLS’ face!!! His body flies over the steps, landing roughly on the other side, atop the metal. He lands next to the Savage Title and his Oh Shit briefcase~

Jones: PIC finally gaining and sustaining some momentum in this match.

Hood: Yea, TLS has had the upper hand almost the entire way.

Jones: The sooner PIC can get TLS back into the ring, the better off he’ll be. I’d think.

Hood: It’s lawless out there. TLS seems more adept for a lawless setting.

~Scruff leans through the ropes and yells at PIC to get the match back in the ring. PIC wonders why Scruff is just NOW being real strict about this...now that he’s in control. But he chooses to ignore the veteran ref, for the time being. He walks around the steps and looks down at TLS...TLS is reaching for his Oh Shit! Briefcase. PIC bends over and takes it away...he tosses it into the ring. Scruff ducks and hits the mat to avoid getting hit by the briefcase. The fans cheer. PIC looks down, smiling. He grabs TLS, pulling him to his feet and BAM!!! He gets clocked with his own Savage Championship!!! PIC’s body stiffens up and he falls into the water!!! The crowd pops for the splash...but also boos the means by which it was created. Scruff pops back to his feet and looks outside...he sees PIC in the water, floating on his back and TLS face down on the metal surface...Savage Title nowhere to be found~

Jones: TLS sneaks in a belt shot! He uses PIC’s Savage Title as, perhaps, the defining factor in this match!

Hood: Man, he caught him clean with that belt, too.

Jones: We might need to check on PIC...get him out of that water if he isn’t conscious.

Hood: If he drowns...does that mean he has to forfeit the Savage Belt?

Jones: Yes. I’d imagine so, Hood.

~PIC, floating on his back, he starts to open his eyes, staring into the Rhode Island sky. It’s pretty clear he isn’t totally aware of what’s happened...a hand reaches out. Instinctively, he takes it...but the hand belongs to TLS! And TLS punches him in the head...he then pulls PIC near the metal surface and he dunks him under the water! The fans boo! We see blood filling the water around PIC as he fights and tries to get free...but TLS holds him under water. Scruff dives out of the ring, trying to get TLS to let him go~

Jones: Let him go!

Hood: Damn, I was only half serious about that drowning shit. TLS is really gonna do it.

Jones: TLS, man, you broke in with that guy. C’mon!

Hood: It’s all about getting to the top, Jones. TLS has been fighting for twenty years to reach the top of OCW. You think he’s just gonna let PIC waltz in and pass him up?

~PIC stops fighting. Scruff is trying to get TLS to let go. TLS shoves Scruff off...he looks down at PIC...he pauses. He stops. The fans yell and plead with TLS to let PIC breathe. TLS thinks...what’s he thinking about? Their times together breaking into the business? Their old promoter, Kenny Fowler? We’re not quite sure...only that, whatever it is...it causes him to show compassion. He stops shoving PIC underwater and he yanks him out of the water and tosses him onto the metal surface surrounding the ring. He looks over at PIC...he has to defeat the man, but he can’t bring himself to do irreparable harm to the man. PIC is on his back...he coughs up some water, his chest rising and falling, showing he’s alright...albeit a bit compromised. TLS looks over at Scruff. Scruff has a look that says, “You have no idea how close you were to getting DQ’d” Yea, sure, okay, Scruff. Nobody is really buying that look. TLS gets to his feet...he pulls PIC up and tosses him into the ring. PIC’s soaked by sloshes over toward the middle of the ring, coming to rest on its back. TLS slides in and makes the cover. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: PIC with the shoulder up! He’s not done yet!

Hood: Is PIC aquaman?

Jones: I don’t think so, Hood. Roach seems like more of an Aquaman, to me.

Hood: Weird choice.

~On his knees, TLS looks down at PIC. This mother fucker is too tough for his own good. I mean, he doesn’t want to take things a step further...but if PIC keeps kicking out of shit that means TLS has to ramp up the violence, right? TLS gets to his feet...he pulls PIC up and shoves him back with both hands into PIC’s chest. PIC falls back into the nearest corner. TLS heads that way and he slams his fist into PIC’s head a number of times...PIC’s nose and head showing the clean wounds from the damage they’ve taken all night...the water washing away the excess blood. They’re beginning to leak once more. Scruff checks in on PIC to make sure he’s okay. TLS steps back and he grabs the Oh Shit Briefcase~

Jones: Now what is he going to do with that?

Hood: Isn’t it obvious?

Jones: If he wallops PIC with that briefcase in front of Scruff he’s going to get disqualified.

Hood: Will he, though?

Jones: He’d certainly be risking it.

~TLS reaches back with the Oh Shit Briefcase, preparing to smash PIC in the face with it...but Scruff rips it from his hands! TLS stumbles forward, nothing in his hands. He turns around, looking at Scruff..Scruff slides the briefcase across the wet mat, under the bottom rope...it rests on the apron. TLS turns back around and gets hammered with a right hand from PIC! TLS staggers back! PIC hits him again! He hits him again! The fans are going wild! TLS teeters back near the center of the ring...PIC throws everything he’s got into his next punch, sending TLS to the mat!!! PIC falls to both knees...he’s down, next to TLS, gasping for air, trying to regain some energy~

Jones: Scruff steps in and enforces the rules...finally!

Hood: Shit’s been called a ball all night and he finally yells strike? Inconsistent officiating. WEAK ASS OFFICIATING

Jones: Better late than never, I say!

~PIC crawls away from TLS...he grabs onto the ropes, using them to get back to his feet. TLS is quickly back to his feet, holding his head. He goes after PIC...but PIC throws a side kick out and hits TLS in the midsection. PIC slams a forearm into the back of TLS! TLS straightens up, reaching for his back. PIC rushes forward with a clothesline...but TLS ducks! PIC runs past him...he spins around. TLS tuns around and throws a kick...but PIC catches the leg, spins TLS around, grabs him, lifts him up and drops him with a high angled side suplex!!! TLS lands on his head and neck!!! He bounces around, grasping at his neck in pain. PIC remains down~

Jones: Tremendous elevation. He focused that suplex directly on the neck of TLS and it delivered.

Hood: These are fucking each other up, Jones.

Jones: It’s for an OCW Title shot. A guaranteed OCW Title shot in the main event of Face Off!

Hood: TLS could get two OCW Title shots or PIC could get his first...either way, someone is gonna get out of here one step away from becoming OCW Champion.

~PIC sits up and gets to his feet. He grabs TLS...but TLS shoves him back. TLS hurries to his feet, holding his neck. He throws a punch at PIC but PIC blocks it and responds with a mongolian chop into the neck of TLS!!! TLS’ body seizes up as he stumbles backward. PIC hits him with another one! TLS leans into the ropes, frozen with pain. PIC whips him off the ropes...TLS shoots across the ring...he bounces off and PIC takes him down with a clothesline. PIC rushes forward, diving through the ropes onto the apron...he spins around. TLS is still down. PIC leaps up...he springboards off the top rope and comes down across the neck of TLS with a guillotine leg drop!!!! The crowd goes wild! PIC forgoes the pin...instead he returns to his feet, snaring TLS by the mask~

Jones: PIC knows he’s not going to win this with a simple leg drop.

Hood: It’s Showstoppa time!

Jones: It might be!

~PIC has TLS on his feet...he then hoists him up onto his shoulders. He spins him around for The Showstoppa!!! But TLS breaks free and lands behind PIC! PIC spins around and TLS takes him over with STRANGER DANGER!!!! It’s locked in!! Scruff slides in!!~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!

Jones: PIC kicks out! PIC kicks out!

Hood: Dude survived Stranger Danger. Something I think we’re all happy to avoid if and when it ever comes after us.

Jones: The action is picking up now. It’s been a long night and these two warriors are exhausted. They’re going for the big one, now.

Hood: So they’re done chopping at the base of the tree, eh?

Jones: The tree is ready to fall, yes.

Hood: TIMBER!

~PIC kicks up and rolls into a seated position. The look on his bloody face says, “Holy shit that was close.” TLS gets to all fours, rushing back to his feet. PIC does the same. TLS approaches PIC from behind and reaches for him...but PIC throws a back elbow. TLS is staggered. PIC runs into a corner...he climbs up the buckles and leaps off with a moonsault! He soars through the air and takes TLS down!!! PIC pops back to his feet...a full wave of momentum behind him. TLS rolls onto all fours, again trying to rush to his feet...this time PIC helps him...or, well, kinda. He grabs TLS in a Full Nelson and yanks him to his feet. TLS looks around like, ‘Oh fuck.’ PIC looks out to the fans...they all go crazy~

Jones: Dialysis Paralysis!

Hood: Man, Stranger Danger is a cool finisher but it doesn’t really do much physical damage to your opponent.

Jones: Nope. It really doesn’t. It’s more of a psychological thing.

~PIC doesn’t waste any more time. He starts lifting knee after knee after knee into the kidneys of TLS. One after another after another!! TLS’ kidneys are taking a beat. The fans are going wild! TLS’ legs shake and begin to buckle. PIC is relentless! More knees. More knees. MORE KNEES. TLS’ legs look like they give out...but PIC keeps him up...PIC then hoists TLS up and over with a Full Nelson Suplex!!! He bridges into a pin!!! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!! NO!

Jones: TLS with a shoulder up! Right before the three!

Hood: Yea, but his kidneys are fucked. Some friend PIC is.

Jones: TLS literally tried to drown him.

Hood: Nah man, he let him back up. In hindsight, I think he was just washing the cuts in PIC’s face out for him.

Jones: Some of which were caused by TLS.

Hood: Boy you sure know how to spin a narrative, don’t you?

~TLS kicking out sends him over his head, onto all fours. PIC kips up to his feet and he spins around to go back after TLS...but TLS rises, knees PIC in the gut and swiftly takes him down with a DDT!! Both men are on the mat. Scruff paces the ring, looking down...not willing to begin a ten count. The fans, elite and common are all clapping and cheering for PIC~

Jones: PIC is the favorite. He’s got the support of everyone...bringing all classes of people together!

Hood: Just what we need...someone who unites.

Jones: What’s wrong with that?

Hood: Uniting means more people. More people you gotta deal with. More people getting along. Ugh. Give me division, man. Or, well, as long as it isn’t math.

~TLS sits up...he instantly reaches for his kidneys, rubbing them and wincing. A definite, “That’s gonna really hurt later” thought runs through his mind. But that’s then. This is now. He crawls forward, toward a corner. PIC sits up. The fans go wild! He gets to his feet, staggering around...all the damage done to his head taking its toll. TLS pulls himself up in the corner and he turns, facing PIC. He then pulls up, taking a seat on the top buckle. PIC sees TLS perched up there and he heads for his career-long friend, nemesis...however you wanna define it. He reaches up, grabbing at TLS, looking to pull him onto his shoulders for another attempted Showstoppa...but TLS kicks him in the face...the impact sends PIC to the mat! TLS promptly rises to the top...the fans hold their breath with anticipation. TLS leaps off with SOULED OUT (somesault leg drop)!!!!! But PIC moves!!!! TLS lands hard!!! He gets to his feet quickly...turns around and gets hoisted up onto PIC’s shoulders!!! PIC tosses TLS around and hits THE SHOWSTOPPA!!!!!!!!!!!! TLS is down!!! PIC goes for the cover!! Scruffs lides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

NO!

Jones: TLS with the shoulder up! Shoulder up!

Hood: No fuckin way!

Jones: How was that not a three count?

Hood: Because Scruff’s hand only hit the mat two times.

Jones: Thank you, Hood.

~PIC pops to his feet, energy manifested by adrenaline created via shock. He looks at Scruff...Scruff looks at his hand...it’s only inches from the mat….he brings it up and slowly shows two fingers. He, too, can’t believe it. PIC looks down at TLS...much like TLS looked at him before. Can he keep this man down? What must he do to win? His eyes slowly move toward the Oh Shit Briefcase. Still on the apron. PIC heads for it and he reaches through the ropes, bringing it into the ring. Scruff grabs PIC and says, “No, man. Don’t do this. Don’t do it!” PIC is possessed with winning. With defeating TLS. He’s got the briefcase in his hands and he’s looking down at TLS who is slowly rolling onto all fours. PIC is raging...he’s ready go crack the skull of TLS once he gets to his feet. He’s poised...the fans all yell and plead with PIC to put the briefcase down. TLS finally reaches his feet...he spins around, facing PIC...PIC reaches back...and...and...he drops the briefcase and kicks it out of the ring. He can’t do it. It’s just not who he is. The fans pop! He reaches out to grab TLS but TLS takes him over with STRANGER DANGER!!!! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

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

NO!

Jones: PIC survives! Holy smokes!

Hood: Damn, figured it was gonna be another CLASSIC OCW moment of a good deed receiving maximum punishment.

Jones: Man that was so close. These two are firing haymakers at each other. And they aren’t missing, either. They just won’t stay down.

Hood: With everything on the line, you’ll be amazed at what the body can do.

~PIC crawls to the ropes, hugging the middle rope...the look on his face tells the story. He knows he’s lucky to still be in this match. TLS sits up, frustrated...he leans back on the mat, holding his neck. PIC gets to his feet...he leans against the ropes and charges forward, jumping into the air and bringing both feet into the TLS’ body! The fans go wild. PIC stumbles and staggers into the nearest corner...he begins the climb. He gets to the top and looks down at TLS. The fans are on their feet, cheering. PIC prepares and he leaps off with The End Result (450 Splash)!!!!! But TLS moves!!!! PIC hits the mat, hard!!! The fans yell out with shock and fear~

Jones: PIC hasn’t hit that move much in OCW...it would have been a fitting end in this one but...TLS moved!

Hood: Those top rope finishers are tough, man. Gotta make sure your opponent is legit down and not just playing possum...like TLS likes to do.

Jones: Yep, he’s perfected that craft.

~TLS pops back to his feet. PIC struggles to his feet...TLS spins him around and tries to take him over with a small package. But PIC blocks it! PIC, instead, tries to pull TLS over with a suplex. But TLS blocks that! TLS then hoists PIC up for a suplex of his own...only instead of taking him directly over...he keeps him in the air...holding and holding and holding. The fans count to 13...and TLS takes him down with a Brainbuster!!! PIC sits up...hunched forward, his shoulders hanging...his arms limp. TLS gets back to his feet~

Jones: The Soulbuster!

Hood: Where are all these new signature moves coming from?

Jones: I was told somebody found a new bio for TLS.

Hood: You’re joking.

Jones: Nope. And apparently Stranger Danger is called Stranger Things.

Hood: I refuse to believe that.

~TLS grabs PIC by the head and pulls him back to his feet. He snares PIC’s head under his arms and kicks up on the ropes, spins around and drops him with Lost in Strangerdise (Tornado DDT)!!!! PIC is down! TLS makes the cover! Scruff slides in for the count. PIC tosses his feet on the bottom rope...then then second rope. And, finally, he’s got his feet leveraged on the top rope with all the weight of his body pressed on top of PIC!~

1!

2!

3…

~Scruff pauses and looks up, seeing TLS’ legs on the top rope after hearing the fans yelling. He pauses before hitting the three. TLS looks up at him like, “COUNT!” Scruff orders him to get his legs down. TLS is pissed. PIC suddenly rises underneath TLS! He’s got TLS on his shoulders!!! The fans go wild!!! PIC spins TLS around and he hits THE SHOWSTOPPA!!!!! TLS falls to the mat!!! PIC makes the cover! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!!!

~The bell rings. The crowd leaps to their feet~

Belvedere: Here is your winner and the 2022 Margarita Mix Champion...PIC!!!!!

Jones: PIC did it! He did it! He’s the MIX Champion!

Hood: Unbelievable. TLS was just trying to rest his legs while going for a pin and Scruff had to get all dramatic about it.

Jones: What are you talking about? It’s cheating to put your legs on the ropes for a pin attempt. TLS bent and broke the rules that entire match and, at the end, it cost him.

Hood: What about PIC? He had the briefcase!

Jones: He thought about it...but he took the high road. And, in the end, he’s been rewarded.

~PIC has his arm thrust into the air by Scruff...the fans go wild! “PIC! PIC! PIC!” TLS rolls out of the ring, holding his neck. He looks down and sees the Savage Title at his feet...blood on the plate from when he hit PIC with it earlier. He holds it up. PIC looks down. The fans grow quiet~

Jones: What’s gonna happen here…

Hood: There’s no telling when TLS is involved.

~TLS tosses the Savage Title back into the ring...it hits the mat next to PIC’s feet. PIC snatches it and tosses it over his shoulder. TLS then grabs his briefcase and he backs up the walkway, toward the beach, away from the ring. He holds his briefcase up and shows it to PIC, indicating he’s not gone. He’s still a major factor in the OCW Title scene. PIC nods~

Jones: TLS might have come up short tonight but he’s still got that Oh Shit contract, Hood. If PIC were to become OCW Champion...TLS would be lurking.

Hood: Yep OR TLS might win the damn thing before Face Off meaning these two would have a rematch for the OCW Title.

Jones: Either way, it seems these two are fated to meet again...next time with, potentially the OCW Title at stake.

~TLS turns and exits. As he does, Belvedere reaches the ring with the MIX trophy. He hands it to Scruff who hands it to PIC PIC looks at the trophy...the fans go wild. He turns, finding a corner and he climbs to the middle rope, staring out over the water, holding the MIX trophy as high as he can! Fireworks shoot out over the water, exploding high in the sky for the MIX champion. “PIC! PIC! PIC!” the fans chant...elite and pedestrian~

Jones: What a great moment for PIC and what a great moment for OCW!

Hood: The man is close to being back on top of the wrestling world, Jones. He’s just got one more match he needs to win...and that match will, in all likelihood, be his toughest to date.

Jones: That it will. Well fans...summer is officially over here in OCW. We hope you enjoyed this year’s Margarita Mix! We want to thank everyone who took part in this year’s amazing event which added to the already amazing legacy of this tournament! We’ll see you all back in New York City next Monday for Massacre!

Hood: Whew...I’m gonna go hang out with the elites and drink some expensive booze.

Jones: Yea, you do that. For Hood, I’m Jones. Thanks for tuning in everyone! We’ll see you next week!

~We fade out on a shot of PIC holding the MIX trophy high in the air underneath a sky filled with fireworks and cheers~

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