LIVE! Sunday, April 12th 2015
From The Canadian Tire Centre in Ottawa, Canada
Smith: Welcome to Massacre all the way from Canada.
Hood: Yes. The worst place in the world.
Smith: Hood. Why do you have to be so negative about different countries?
Hood: Well, why do we have to have our shows everywhere, but The United States.
Smith: Hood Rich will be in the US.
Hood: Yes, and it is named after me. The greatest person named for a show in the greatest country of all.
Smith: I don’t think they named it after you.
Hood: The Prez loves me, it is certainately named after me.
Smith: Well, ignore him. I have heard that Belvedere has some major news to tell us in the ring.
~The scene pans to the ring as Belvedere stands in the ring, holding onto a microphone.~
Belvedere: Welcome to Monday Night Massacre. Right now I have some news to make. Prez Dean is not here at this stage, but he has a message to give. Introducing to all of you, the NEW GENERAL MANAGER OF MONDAY NIGHT MASSACRE....RUSSELL FRASER!
~‘Livin’ On A Prayer’ by Bon Jovi plays over the PA system as a man wearing a black suit, along with a black tie, and black slacks walks out from the back. He slowly makes his way to the ring as the crowd gives no reactions at all.~
Hood: Who the hell is this guy?
Smith: Well, if you listened, he is the new general manager of Monday Night Massacre.
Hood: Really. The Prez has hired yet another dweeb. We have two of you here.
Smith: Oh, shut up.
~Russell Fraser makes it to ringside, and walks up the stairs. He steps through the middle rope, and walks to the ring. Belvedere hands him the mic as Russell makes himself comfortable in the ring.~
Russell Fraser: Hello, and welcome to Monday Night Massacre. It is an honour to be your new General Manager of this fine show, and I am grateful for Dean to have picked me for this job.
~Russell pauses for a bit as the crowd starts clapping for about three seconds, and then stop.~
Russell Fraser: Thank-you. I just have to thank a couple of people first. I would like to firstly thank President Dean for giving me this position, which as I said before, I am grateful for. Secondly, I would like to thank a friend of mine, PerZag, for getting me an interview with President Dean. I would just like to thank you, PerZag, and I will have to return a favour someday.
~Russell stops speaking for a moment, before restarting.~
Russell Fraser: So, thank you all for coming because we have one hell of a night this evening. So, all of you have fun, and good luck.
~‘Livin On A Prayer’ plays over the PA once again as Russell Fraser gives the microphone back to Belvedere, and makes his way out of the ring.~
Smith: So, we have a new general manager, and he has made some nice words to start the night.
Hood: Man, there is another one of you here. Such pussies.
Smith: Now, we have our first match coming up as Scott Syren makes his return to face El Presidente.
Hood: Yes, the greatest man that ever lives is back to take out this masked mexican douchebag.
Smith: Really, do you have to be racist. You hate everyone that is not American.
Hood: That’s not true. I hate everyone that is not Scott Syren, Chad Vargas or Lurrr. They are the only good guys, everyone else are a bunch of pussies.
Smith: Well, ignoring his horrible taste in real stars, lets get to our first match of the night.
Scott Syren (0 Points) vs. El Presidente (0 Points)
~"American Made" by the Wrestling Boot Band ignites throughout the tire centre and El Presidente runs out from the back. He charges down to the ring as the crowd watches on. Some of them cheer, whilst the rest sit and wait for participant number two.~
Belvedere: Firstly, from The Good Ol’ US of A, standing at 6’1” and weighing in at 212 Ibs...EL PRESIDENTE!
~“I Am Warrior” by Cruachan plays over the PA, and the crowd starts cheering. OCW Hall of Famer Scott Syren makes his way out from the back to a standing ovation. He makes his way slowly to the ring as El Presidente watches on.~
Belvedere: And, lastly, from The Plain of Fear, standing at 6’8” and weighing in at 287 lbs...he is an OCW Hall of Famer....SCOTT SYREN!
~Syren finally gets to ringside, but gets taken down by a suicide dive from El Presidente. El Presidente moves Syren to his feet, and tosses him into the ring. He climbs onto the apron, and quickly escalates the turnbuckle. Presidente jumps off of the top rope, and hits Air Force Uno (Frog Splash). He goes for the pin as Scruff slides in.~
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Kick Out!
Smith: A quick start to the match, and Syren is out at 1.
Hood: Syren is the man.
Smith: Why is he the man?
Hood: Because he’s the man. He is just the man.
~Presidente gets off of Syren, and goes and climbs to the top turnbuckle again. He stands on the top rope, but suddenly gets dropped to a sitting position as Syren knocks Presidente’s legs out from under him. Syren climbs to the second turnbuckle, hooks him up, and hits a suplex from the top turnbuckle. Presidente hits hard, as Syren turns over and starts doing push-ups.~
Smith: Syren is very cocky, that is something I did not miss.
Hood: Scott is an OCW Hall of Famer, everyone misses such greatness.
Smith: Have you always been a kiss ass.
Hood: Who’s speaking?
Smith: Shut up.
~After finishing his push-ups, Syren gets to his feet, and walks over to El Presidente, who is crawling towards the corner. He grabs him under his shoulders, and lifts Presidente to his feet. Syren tosses Presidente into the corner, and walks over towards him. He begins with hitting a right handed punch to the jaw of Presidente. He hits him again with his left fist, and then starts hitting him in the abdomen with his shoulder.~
Smith: Scott Syren is just wailing on Presidente. Punch after punch, and Presidente is not fighting back at all.
Hood: Some idiot in a mask will never take down Mr. Syren.
~Syren hits a few more punches on Presidente before he backs up. Syren runs in for a splash, but crashes into the turnbuckles as Presidente slides out of the way, through the ropes and onto the apron. He quickly escalates to the top turnbuckle as Syren backs away from the turnbuckle. Presidente jumps off for a diving crossbody, but is caught by Syren. Syren holds onto for a while, and then releases him with a fallaway slam.~
Hood: Syren’s the greatest. Presidente has no hope.
Smith: For once, I agree, but not with him being the greatest. Presidente does not have a hope against an OCW Hall of Famer.
Hood: Yes. For once, the idiot agrees with me.
Smith: Wait...what?
Scott Syren walks over to the body of El Presidente, and lifts him up to his feet. He punches Presidente in the jaw with a right hook, and then again with a left hook. Presidente stumbles back into the ropes, and Syren charges at him with a clothesline. Presidente ducks down, grabbing the top rope, and sending Syren over the top rope and to the outside.
Smith: Presidente has sent Syren to the outside.
Hood: Yeah, like that ever does anything to Syren. This masked idiot has no hope.
~Presidente darts to the opposite ring ropes, flings back and charges at Syren with a suicide dive, but Syren catches him. Syren holds onto Presidente, and rams his spine into the apron. Syren still holds on to Presidente, lifting him up onto his shoulder, and driving his face into the guardrail with a snake eyes.~
Smith: Man, Syren has a massive ego, we all know that, but he is one of the strongest men in OCW today.
Hood: Yep...He’s the greatest.
~Syren lifts Presidente off of the ground, who is grabbing his face in pain, and tosses him into the ring. Syren follows in afterwards, sliding under the bottom rope. He lifts Presidente back up to his feet, turns him around, and hits an inverted DDT. Syren goes for the pin.~
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Shoulder Up!
Smith: Presidente just got his shoulder up. He is barely in there now, a few more moves to go.
Hood: He’s got no chance....No chance in hell, he’s got no chance.
Smith: Can you quit your singing of that horrible song.
Hood: It’s a great song. He’s got no chance in hell.
~Syren moves off of Presidente, and springs back to his feet. He positions himself next to Presidente, and drops down, hitting an elbow to the chest of Presidente. Syren springs off, does three push-ups, and returns to his feet. He picks Presidente up to his feet, and tosses him into the corner with an Irish Whip.~
Smith: Syren is unloading everything on Presidente.
Hood: As I said, Presidente has no hope.
~Syren charges in, hitting a splash on Presidente, grabbing him around the waist. He steps back a couple of steps with a hold on Presidente, and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. Syren gets back up to his feet, lifting Presidente to his, and lifting him on top of the turnbuckle. Syren climbs to the second turnbuckle, positioning Presidente for a top rope suplex.~
Hood: And here we go. It is all over for Presidente here.
Smith: Who knows, Hood. Presidente can spring in for the win at any time with a quick roll-up.
Hood: Doubt it.
~Syren tries lifting him off for the suplex from the top, but Presidente blocks it. Presidente starts to hit jabs to the ribs of Syren, but Syren seems to take no effect from them. Presidente then headbutts Syren, and Syren lets go of Presidente, holding on to his head. Presidente hits a kick to Syren chest, springing him off of the middle turnbuckle, and onto the mat.~
Smith: What did I say, Hood. Presidente can get the win out of nowhere.
Hood: Yeah, right.
Smith: Then, watch.
Hood: Did you want to put a bet on it. Say 10,000 dollars.
Smith: No way. Who has that much money laying around?
~Hood starts imitating Smith as a chicken.~
Smith: OK, how about five bucks?
Hood: OK.
~Presidente climbs to a standing position on the top turnbuckle, and waits for Syren to get to his feet. Syren reaches his feet, turning around towards Presidente, who springs off of the top rope. Presidente jumps on Syren for a splash, but Syren quickly maneuvers into position, grabbing Presidente in the process, hitting a Reverse STO. Syren goes for the pin.~
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Smith: What a great ending to a match.
Hood: Where’s my money?
Smith: Here ~Smith pulls five dollars out of his pocket, and gives it to Hood.~ You happy now.
Hood: Not really.
Belvedere: And your winner of the match...OCW Hall of Famer....SCOTT SYREN!!!!!
~Syren pulls Presidente to his feet in the ring, and tosses him over the top rope, to the outside. He swipes his hands together, and leaves the ring, making his way backstage.~
Smith: Well, that was just a great match.
Hood: It certainly was. Syren is the best of the best.
Smith: That can be debatable...before we move forward, I’m being told Awe.Some has officially arrived at Massacre!
~A loud ovation from the crowd sounds out after they hear Smith’s announcement. Our shot cuts to just outside the Canadian Tire Centre, Randy and Rachel Valdez are making their way through the parking lot. Randy has his duffle bag over his shoulder and is wearing a shirt that simply says: ~ . The camera man filming them is apparently walking backwards while he films one half of Awe.Some and their manager, which must be pretty tricky to do.~
Randy Valdez: First time I've ever been to Ottawa but man this place is great! I can't think of a better place for Ricky Rhodes to give up some of his capital than the capital of Canada. Since we'll be using that ten grand by helping people get employment, maybe I'll hire Rhodes a wrestling instructor after tonight is said and done.
Rachel Valdez: As nice of an idea as that is, I'm afraid it would just be temporary work at best.
Randy Valdez: Ah, true! Besides I'd never put anyone in the unfortunate situation of having to be around Ricky Rhodes. This is supposed to be for charity after all.
~Randy points directly at the camera ahead.~
Randy Valdez: Bring your checkbook to the ring, Rhodes! Ten grand might be chump change to you, but I'm going to make it feel like a million bucks!
~We cut back to ringside~
Smith: Awe.Some is here and, to them, the stakes couldn’t be any higher
Hood: Yea man, ten dollars to a bum might mean the whole world...so just imagine what ten grand would do to a couple of ethnic boys like Ricky and Randy Valdez
Smith: Somehow you make something seemingly analytical sound fairly offensive
Hood: Thanks, man
Smith: Not a compliment... anyway, that match is coming up a little bit later and, I have to say, aside from the wager...it’s a must win for Ricky Rhodes
Hood: Dude has to pop his OCW cherry...he’s got some massive blue balls going right now
Smith: Eww, I agree he has to win, but just, eww...a win against the undefeated Valdez brother, Randy, would be a huge boost to his OCW career as well as a potential launch pad into his Paradigm Title match against Dangerous Dan and PerZag.
Hood: Sure
Smith: Glad you agree...folks, before we get to our next match, let’s take you to some interesting footage that took place yesterday at OCWHQ
~We cut to taped footage as the door to President Dean’s office opens. Dean steps out, adjusting his suit as he begins to walk down the hall.~
Mack: Dean, good to see you.
~Dean looks over his shoulder at Mack O’Connor, who seems to be on the angry side. Dean is clearly annoyed, but gives a nod to acknowledge him.~
Dean: O’Connor.
~Dean walks down the hallway, and Mack follows.~
Mack: What’s this shit I hear about RM Strong?
Dean: What are you talking about?
Mack: Word is the guy lost his nerve. People are saying he can’t shake it anymore.
Dean: So?
~Mack grabs Dean by the shoulder and turns him around. Dean looks less than amused.~
Mack: So should I expect to be fighting the Lost Soul and Mason Dixon by myself?
Dean: Strong will be in the ring with you.
Mack: You know what I mean. And you know better than anyone what’s going on backstage. So should I expect this to be a two on one in reality? What the fuck is up with Strong?
Dean: You’re a grown man. Act like one. Do your job.
Mack: I just want to know how what to be ready for.
~Dean takes a breath.~
Dean: Prepare to fight. And if necessary, be prepared to fight by yourself.
~Mack lets out a sigh.~
Mack: That’s what I do best.
~Mack walks away, not satisfied but content with the answer. Dean continues walking, going about his business. We cut back to live footage~
Smith: We’ve all heard the unfortunate rumors of RM Strong and his new, distant attitude...hopefully, for Mack, Strong is able to find that same burst of energy and enthusiasm that won him the Oh Shit Contract at Code of Silence.
Hood: Maybe, but it’s feeling like the same old shit from RM Strong...talented but unreliable
Smith: Hopefully not...and, aside from the fans and OCW...this really is a stinger for Mack, if Strong, mentally is somewhere else, because nobody has had a rougher 2015 than O’Connor. A man who has lost everything without BEING PINNED in 2015. You would like to think that, just once, some good fortune would fall on his side
Hood: This is wrestling, it isn’t a black jack table...if Mack wants to get back to the top, he’s going to have to not do stupid shit like relying on RM Strong or whatever the fuck else...I think he’ll do it...maybe not tonight, but soon, O’Connor will break out of his hard luck 2015.
Smith: Indeed, I believe that as well...alright folks next we have a first ever encounter between Bob Grenier and Noah Mackenzie.
Bob Grenier (14 Points) vs. Noah Mackenzie (1 Point)
~Smart Went Crazy begins echoes throughout the arena and Bob Grenier makes his way out to a nice ovation. He slaps the hands of his fans while he mouths the words of the song to himself, about half way down the aisle he stops and looks up and throws both hands in the air in tribute to his deceased relatives. He looks directly into the OCW camera and then playfully turns it towards the audience before he slides under the bottom rope. The fans continue to cheer as he sit's on the top turnbuckle silently awaiting his opponent.~
Belvedere: Firstly, from Timmins, Ontario, Canada...standing at 6’2” and weighing in at 222 pounds...BOB GRENIER!
~“Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch plays over the PA as the crowd cheers for Noah Mackenzie. The crowd awaits, but Noah Mackenzie does not appear. The big screen suddenly flashes on as we see Noah Mackenzie knocked out in the back. Bob Grenier starts walking around in the ring, talking to Scruff, but Scruff just shrugs his shoulders at everything that Grenier says. A cameraman, standing on the apron, is getting some good, up close and personal footage of an angry Grenier. Frustrated, Grenier throws his hands in the air, angry that his match is apparently not going to take place. He turns and spots the cameraman a few feet away. Grenier smirks thriving off the camera, before he knows whats going on, the cameraman drops the camera, leaps over the ropes and begins walloping Grenier with hard rights and lefts. Once Grenier falls to his back, the cameraman kicks him hard while he's down, as the ruthless cameraman looks up, it reveals his true identity as newest OCW superstar, Mike Williams.~
Williams: ~looking down at Grenier's battered body~ Chad Vargas says "Whats up!?"
Smith: Unbelievable! Chad Vargas is one of the dirtiest players in the game!
Hood: I love it! Mike Williams for Prez!
Smith: Get him the hell out of here.
Hood: Yes, it appears Mike Williams is helping Chad Vargas out.
Smith: I wonder if this was authorized by Vargas
Hood: Are you really that fucking stupid?
Smith: I would appreciate it if you didn’t insult my intelligence...these are perfectly reasonable questions that need to be asked. However, Williams is still standing over a helpless Bob Grenier...
~ ‘Eye of the Tiger’ by Survivor plays over the PA as PerZag darts down to the ring. He slides into the ring as Williams bails, and exits the ring. Williams darts around the ring as PerZag checks on Grenier, and Williams runs out the back. PerZag continues to check on Grenier as the footage pans back to Smith and Hood.~
Hood: Wasn’t that great.
Smith: Just ignore him. Whilst PerZag checks on Bob Grenier, lets go backstage.
~The footage goes backstage as we see General Manager Russell Fraser, sitting at his desk, in his office.~
Russell Fraser: Here we go. My first time in this office, and at this desk. This is going to be a blast. I have some great ideas for the future, that’s for certain.
~A noise is suddenly heard from the doorway as Russell turns his attention to the door. He watches the doorway as a shadow of a man stands there.~
Russell Fraser: Who’s there?
~The man steps forwards, revealing himself to be Supreme Machine.~
Russell Fraser: Uh, Supreme Machine. It is nice to meet you. What did you want to see me about this evening?
~Supreme walks a step forward, inching his way closer to Russell Fraser.~
Supreme Machine: We would like you to change my match this evening.
Russell Fraser: Your match. I cannot, it has been booked, you will be facing PerZag tonight for the Worthy Championship.
~Supreme Machine inches closer again, taking another step towards him.~
Supreme Machine: No, we want you to change it into a Falls Count Anywhere match.
Russell Fraser: Sorry, I cannot. President Dean booked the show, and I cannot change the matches.
~Supreme inches closer, and grabs Russell Fraser by the throat. He pulls him out of his chair, as Russell closes his eyes.~
Supreme Machine: You better change it soon, otherwise, we will be back later to finish the job.
~The grip around Russell’s throat is released, and Russell drops back into his seat. He slowly opens his eyes, and Supreme Machine is gone. Russell starts taking in deep breaths as the footage goes back to Smith and Hood.~
Smith: Well, that’s interesting. Supreme Machine wants a Falls Count Anywhere match against PerZag.
Hood: Well, if that match stipulation is Worthy enough, then it will be added.
Smith: It will be interesting to see if the match is added.
Hood: Probably not. Supreme Machine will win again, he is on a winning streak.
Smith: Well, I have just received word that Bob Grenier and Noah Mackenzie are being checked on by medical officials. I do not know what possible injuries they have, but they will not be back later in the show.
Hood: Well, that’s great. No Grenier and no Mackenzie for the rest of the night...Fan-Fucking-Tastic.
Smith: Well, next up we have our elimination tag contest.
Hood: And this will be where I sleep.
RM Strong (5 Points) & Mack O’Connor (18 Points) vs. The Lost Soul (15 Points) & Mason Dixon (0 Points)
Belvedere: This match is an elimination tag match. The rules are as follows, two teams fight it out, in which a teammate can be eliminated by either pinfall, submission disqualification or a countout. Once both members of the team are eliminated, then the winners will be declared.
~Mama Said Knock You Out by Five Finger Death Punch (Featuring Tech N9ne) plays over the PA as RM Strong walks out to a chorus of boos. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, and slides in as the crowd continues to boo.~
Belvedere: Firstly, from Northside Chicago, Illinois...standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 264 pounds...‘The Bastard Son’ RM STRONG!
~As ‘Vagabond’ by the Greenskeepers hits the PA, he walks out on the stage and walks directly to the ring, dressed in black jeans and a black tank top. He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He slides into the ring and starts pacing in his corner. He stares at his partner before staring down the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponents.~
Belvedere: And his tag team partner, from Brooklyn, New York...standing in at 6’3” and weighing in at 230 pounds...MACK O’CONNOR!
~“Friday the 13th” Theme plays over the PA as some of the fans cheer for him, some of them boo, and some just stand there and do nothing. TLS makes it to ring side and slides into the ring as he watches RM Strong. He does not take any awareness of O’Connor only Strong.~
Belvedere: And their opponents, first from Parts Unknown, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs...he is the OCW Ascension Champion...THE LOST SOUL!
~Dwight Yoakum’s “Guitars, Cadillacs” blasts over the P.A. system. The crowd boos loudly as “The Pride of Tennessee” Mason Dixon struts down the aisle, wearing tight blue wrangler jeans, and a cream colored button down shirt, Spitting insults at the fans the entire way to the ring. He slowly climbs into the ring using the steal steps, and awaits the match to begin.~
Belvedere: And his partner, from Everclear County, Tennessee...standing in at 6’1” and weighing in at 225 pounds....’The Pride of Tennessee’ MASON DIXON!
Smith: Here we go, the elimination tag match is here, so who is going to start off for their respective teams.
Hood: Well, it is now time to sleep.
Smith: No you don’t. You have to watch.
Hood: (Whining like a little girl) But I don’t want to.
Smith: Too bad.
~Back in the ring, Mack O’Connor steps to the outside as does The Lost Soul. RM Strong and Mason Dixon stare each other down for the start of this matchup. The bell sounds, and RM Strong runs at Dixon with a clothesline. Dixon ducks the clothesline, grabs RM Strong around the legs and rolls him up for a pin.~
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~RM Strong kicks out after the three count and he looks shocked~
Belvedere: RM Strong has been eliminated.
Smith: Holy shit. I cannot believe that that just happened. That is too early.
Hood: Well, any bit of interest in this match is now gone.
~RM Strong starts complaining with Scruff, but Scruff keeps putting up three fingers. Strong grabs Scruff’s shirt by the collar, but TLS comes in from behind, and throws Strong over the top rope and to the outside. Strong gets up quickly, looking back up at TLS, who points to the back. Strong starts swearing as he makes his way to the back. Back in the ring, TLS makes his way onto the apron as O’Connor steps into the ring, and watches Dixon.~
Smith: Well now it is a handicap match.
Hood: Yes. Some interest. O’Connor is about to get his ass kicked. This is going to be great.
~O’Connor watches Dixon as Dixon taunts to the crowd. The crowd starts chanting ‘Dixon sucks’ over and over again, and Dixon looks around the arena. He starts yelling to the crowd. He turns around just as O’Connor runs for a clothesline, but Dixon ducks it, and tries to roll-up O’Connor, who looks down at him, still standing on his feet.~
Smith: Dixon won’t be able to trick a former OCW Champion.
Hood: Come on, Dixon. Aren’t you supposed to be trained by Chad Vargas. You are supposed to have whooped his ass by now.
~O’Connor lifts up a boot, and kicks it into Dixon’s face. Dixon grabs his face in pain, letting go of O’Connor’s other leg. O’Connor moves around Dixon, and decides to lift him to his feet. Dixon still has his hands covering his nose, but O’Connor moves them out of the way revealing some blood pouring out of Dixon’s nose. O’Connor smiles, and headbutts him in the nose as Dixon drops down to the ground, and crawls over tagging The Lost Soul in. O’Connor smiles as he has finally found some competition.~
Smith: Here we go. The Lost Soul vs. Mack O’Connor. Who’s going to win this battle.
Hood: Well, I am going back to sleep.
~O’Connor and TLS start to circle around the ring before meeting in the centre with a lock-up. Neither one of the two men can get an upper hand, so they let go, and start circling around the ring once more. They meet up again in the centre with another lock-up, but this time, O’Connor kicks TLS in the shin, making TLS drop down to one knee, letting go of O’Connor, who locks in a headlock.~
Smith: Some good technical moves to start off between these two.
Hood: Zzzzzzzzz
Smith: Wake up, Hood.
Hood: Wait, what’s going on. Are there strippers?
Smith: No, you fell asleep during the match.
Hood: Oh, shit, it’s still going.
~O’Connor has the headlock locked in as he tightens his grip around the neck. TLS tries maneuvering around, but cannot move. He decides to lift him up for a back suplex, but once he gets O’Connor halfway up, he has to drop him back to the ground again. TLS tries to move him again, and this time is successful as he moves him towards the rope, springing O’Connor off of them, and towards the other side. O’Connor springs off of the other ropes, and both men charge at each other with a clothesline. They connect, and both men hit the ground.~
Smith: Well, both men are down now.
Hood: And that was just sooooo exciting wasn’t it.
Smith: Why are you being sarcastic?
Hood: Well, this is just the greatest match ever, why can’t I be sarcastic.
Smith: Stop it with your sarcasm.
~O’Connor gets to his feet, and stands up in the corner. Over the other side of the ring, TLS stands up in the corner, and charges at O’Connor. TLS goes for a clothesline in the corner, but O’Connor ducks it, and TLS hits the corner hard. TLS backs up, and O’Connor hits a back suplex into the centre of the ring. He covers him for the pin.~
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: Well, The Lost Soul is not going down just yet.
Hood: That is soooo exciting isn’t it.
Smith: Stop it.
~O’Connor sits up after the pinfall, and quickly gets back up to his feet. He lifts TLS to his feet, and tosses him into a corner. O’Connor follows over, darting a quick glance at Dixon, who is still wiping blood away from his nose. He reaches TLS, who quickly darts out of the corner, hitting a clothesline on O’Connor. O’Connor hits the ground hard, as TLS walks over and tags Mason Dixon back into the match.~
Hood: Yes. The only entertaining person is back into the match.
Smith: So, no more sarcasm.
Hood: Wait. What’s sarcasm?
~Mason Dixon wipes a bit more blood away from his nose as he reenters the match, and walks over to the corner where Mack O’Connor is currently seated. Dixon reaches O’Connor, and starts laying boot after boot to the chest of O’Connor. He connects to his chest a few more times before turning around, and putting his hands up as the crowd boos. He looks around the arena, with his middle finger displayed to everyone.~
Smith: Now, that’s just rude.
Hood: Isn’t he the fourth greatest. After Chad Vargas, Scott Syren and Lurrr.
Smith: No he is not.
Hood: A future champion right there.
~In the corner, The Lost Soul is asking Mason Dixon for a tag, but Dixon sticks his middle finger up, and walks over to O’Connor. O’Connor springs back to life, springing himself back to his feet, and hitting punch after punch to the nose of Dixon, which starts to piss out blood once again. O’Connor hits a few more punches, before grabbing Dixon around the neck and hitting a snap DDT. Blood begins to pour out of Dixon’s nose once again, and onto the mat. O’Connor rolls him over, and goes for a pinfall.~
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Shoulder Up!!!
Smith: Dixon was only just able to get out of that pinfall.
Hood: This match is boring again.
Smith: Stop your complaining.
~O’Connor quickly gets back up to his feet, and picks Dixon up to his. He lifts him up, hitting a quick powerslam, and walks over to a corner. O’Connor climbs to the second rope, and jumps off for an elbow drop. Dixon quickly moves out of the way as O’Connor hits his elbow on the mat hard. Dixon gets to his feet just as O’Connor does, so he grabs him and hits The Line (Evenflow DDT).~
Hood: Yes. This match is awesome. This match is the best.
Smith: It is a good match.
Hood: I know. This match is awesome.
~Dixon rolls towards the ropes, and gets to his feet, on the apron. He climbs onto the turnbuckle, and makes his way to the top. He reaches the top, and stands up still. He starts tapping his elbow, taunting to the fans, before jumping off and hitting Down Home Dixie Drop (Elbow drop from the top rope) onto O’Connor. He covers O’Connor for the pin.~
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: O’Connor kicked out of that one.
Hood: And Dixon nearly got two pins in the one match. What a champion.
~Dixon starts arguing to Scruff before the crowd starts chanting ‘He Kicked Out’ over and over again. Dixon starts arguing with the fans, saying that it was a three count. Dixon argues a bit longer before turning around and going after O’Connor. Upon turning around, O’Connor comes out of nowhere and hits Hollow Point (Stone Cold Stunner to the opponent’s temple) which staggers Dixon. Dixon stands upright, but O’Connor gets back up to his feet, locks him up, and hits Claymore (Rock Bottom, but with both arms hooked rather than one). O’Connor goes for the pin.~
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Belvedere: Mason Dixon has been eliminated.
Smith: And now we are down to a one-on-one contest.
Hood: Well, this match just got boring again. Time to go back to sleep.
~O’Connor stands up as The Lost Soul enters the ring. TLS waits as Mack O’Connor turns around to face him. TLS charges just as O’Connor turns around, for a clothesline. TLS nearly hits the clothesline, but is caught by O’Connor in the process, who hits Claymore out of nowhere. O’Connor goes for the pin on The Lost Soul.~
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~Mason Dixon jumps on O’Connor, breaking the pinfall. Dixon lifts O’Connor up to his feet, and kicks him in the chest. He locks him up for his finisher Tennessee Hell Ride (Petey Williams’ Canadian Destroyer). He taunts to the fans first, but ends up getting flipped over by Mack O’Connor onto his back.~
Smith: Someone get him out of here.
Hood: No. Let him stay. He is the only interesting part of this match.
~O’Connor stands up straight just as TLS walks towards him. O’Connor ends up hitting a Hollow Point out of nowhere on TLS, which makes TLS stagger towards the ropes. O’Connor gets up, turns around, and hits another Hollow Point on Mason Dixon, that sends him through the ropes, and to the outside. O’Connor gets up once more as TLS springs back off of the ropes. O’Connor goes for another Hollow Point on TLS, but TLS blocks it, and pushes O’Connor out of the way. O’Connor turns around, and is met with a kick to the crotch as Scruff is making sure that Mason Dixon does not reenter the ring. TLS quickly rolls O’Connor up for the pin, as Scruff turns around to make the count.~
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Belvedere: Mack O’Connor has been eliminated. Which means your winners of the match...MASON DIXON AND THE LOST SOUL!!!
Smith: Now, that was just cheating.
Hood: It's not cheating when the ref didn't see it.
Smith: Yes it is. Now, let’s go backstage once again.
~The footage heads backstage as Russell Fraser sits at his desk once again, looking through paperwork. He turns through the pages, but suddenly looks up as PerZag makes his way into the room.~
PerZag: Are you alright Russell?
Russell Fraser: I am fine. Throat is a little bit sore.
PerZag: What did that bastard want?
Russell Fraser: A Falls Count Anywhere match later on against you. He wanted me to change it, but I cannot.
PerZag: Yes, you can.
~Russell looks down at his paperwork.~
Russell Fraser: I am unable to change it. I will get in trouble by President Dean.
~PerZag shrugs his shoulders.~
PerZag: He won’t care. He likes matches like this. If he does care, then it will be my fault. Anyhow, you were the one who said you owed me a favour, and I am cashing that favour in. Change our match to a Falls Count Anywhere match.
~Russell looks through the pages, and pulls out the contract with Supreme Machine’s and PerZag’s names written down on it. He grabs a pen right next to him, and crosses out ‘Normal Rules Match’ and replaces it with ‘Falls Count Anywhere Match’.~
Russell Fraser: OK. It is changed.
PerZag: Thank-you.
~PerZag leaves the room as Russell Fraser moves the contract over to a pile of pages.~
Russell Fraser: Who fucking knew that there was going to be this much paperwork. No wonder Dean wanted a General Manager for Massacre.
~The footage pans back to Smith and Hood.~
Smith: So, the match is a Falls Count Anywhere match. That will be a good match.
Hood: So, the Falls Count Anywhere match is Worthy.
Smith: Well, coming up, we have the Shirt for Cash Match.
Hood: Lets go Ricky Rhodes.
Randy Valdez (12 Points) vs. Ricky Rhodes (5 Points)
Belvedere: This match is scheduled for one fall.
~The opening guitar rift of "Kickstart My Heart" roars through the arena as the fans get to their feet. The lights on the stage set pan slowly towards the entrance way where Rachel Valdez comes walking onto the set with a microphone in her hand. She'll pose for a second or two before speaking into her microphone.~
Rachel Valdez: "This is Awe.Some!"
~At that point with the song kicking into gear, Ricky and Randy Valdez both run through the curtain and straight to the ring, slapping the hands of fans along the way. Rachel Valdez follows closely behind. The three of them all slide under the bottom rope. Ricky and Randy proceed to climb the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring. The brothers point to various sections of the crowd to get them excited while Rachel Valdez leans over the top rope to blow a kiss to the fans at ringside. Rachel Valdez and Ricky Valdez step out of the ring, and stand at ringside.~
Belvedere: Firstly, from Reynosa, Mexico by way of McAllen, Texas...standing at 6’1” and weighing in at 212 pounds....RANDY VALDEZ!
~As “Public Enemy Number one” starts to play out Ricky Rhodes makes his way to the entrance swagger only money can seem to grant. Pulling out a wad of bills from his pants pocket he starts to make his way down to ringside showing off bills to the fans as if it was a charitable notion waiting to happen, but instead of throwing them out he yanks them back taunting them. Making it clear that the only way for the fans to see such money is if someone like HIM holds it for them since they will never earn or make such sums.~
With the thunderous boos and jeers from the crowd he instead offers up the money to officials at ringside, time keeper, bell ringer, announcers and of course saving some for the referee in charge, covering his bases for the upcoming match. Hopping up to the ring apron, entering over the middle rope. Rhodes warms up in the ring throwing some mock punches and kicks, stretching out before his music dies down.
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Santa Clara, California....standing at 6’1”, and weighing in at 217 pounds....RICKY RHODES!
Smith: Wow, after those introductions by Belvedere, we now know that these two men are the same height, and Ricky only weighs five more pounds than Randy Valdez. Very close in size.
Hood: Who cares? This match is going to be good. Go Ricky Rhodes.
~The bell rings as Ricky Rhodes and Randy Valdez start circling the ring. Rhodes suddenly stops as he gets his sight on Rachel Valdez. Ricky steps onto the bottom rope, and bends over the top rope, blowing a kiss towards Rachel Valdez, who looks grossed out from Rhodes. Rhodes smiles, and jumps off of the bottom rope.~
Smith: Now, that’s just sick.
Hood: Yep that proves it. You have no wife.
Smith: As I have said a million times, I am happily married.
~Ricky Rhodes still has his sights on Rachel, until he hears Randy Valdez running towards him. Rhodes turns around, and quickly, ducks down, pulling down the top rope, and sending Randy Valdez to the outside. Ricky Rhodes springs to his feet, and charges towards the opposite ropes as Ricky Valdez helps Randy to his feet. Rhodes charges back towards them, and springs through the ropes, hitting a suicide dive on both Ricky and Randy Valdez.~
Hood: Now, get Ricky and Rachel Valdez out of here. They are in the way of the match, and they are distracting people.
Smith: They are not distracting at all.
Hood: Well, Rachel is.
Smith: Hood. Stop perving.
~Ricky Rhodes grabs Randy Valdez, and gets him to his feet. He tosses him into the ring, and climbs onto the apron. He waits as Randy makes it to his feet, and he jumps up, springing off of the top rope, and hitting a diving high knee on Valdez. Valdez hits the ground, and Rhodes goes for the quick pin.~
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Smith: That’s too early to try and go for a pin on Randy Valdez. He is a fighter, and a current tag team champ. He is not going to give up that easily.
Hood: I was hoping he would. Ricky Rhodes for the win.
~Ricky Rhodes looks at Scruff, who puts one finger up. Rhodes shakes his head, and climbs back up to his feet. Rhodes lifts Randy up to his feet, and Irish Whips him into the corner. He runs in afterwards, and hits a flying elbow smash in the corner, making Randy stumble out of the corner and dropping down to his knees. Rhodes runs into the ropes, rebounds off of them, and hits a shining wizard on Randy Valdez. He goes for another pinfall.~
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: Another kick out by Randy Valdez. Ricky Rhodes seems to want to have Randy wear his shirt for thirty days.
Hood: Hell, I just think Ricky doesn’t want to give money to charity, but who wouldn’t. Fuck giving money to charity.
Smith: Now that’s just rude. They need it.
Hood: For what. Giving money to homeless people, and watching them as they buy crack. It’s great stuff, but just a waste of money.
Smith: Oh, God. They don’t give money to crackheads.
~Ricky Rhodes springs to his feet, and lifts Randy Valdez to his feet. Ricky tosses Randy Valdez into the corner, and walks over to the opposite corner. He watches Randy, as he swipes his foot along the ground, and charges. Ricky charges for another elbow smash, but Randy Valdez hits a koppu kick out of nowhere. Randy crawls over and covers Rhodes for the pin.~
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Smith: So close there. Randy nearly took that one.
Hood: To be honest, that koppu kick was pretty cool.
Smith: Finally, he’s being honest.
~Randy Valdez sits on his knees, taking in breath after breath, calming himself down. He puts his knees on his hips, and stands up. Randy grabs Rhodes around the neck, and pulls him to his feet. He turns him around, grabs him around his neck, and hits an inverted DDT. Randy sits on his knees, taking another breather.~
Smith: Randy is taking this slow. He is being smart, helping himself heal, and hurting Ricky at the same time.
Hood: That’s dumb. You should just beat the shit out of someone, and then pin them. It’s not that hard.
Smith: Why don’t you do that then?
Hood: Well....umm.....I am a commentator.
Smith: That’s a first.
~Randy Valdez gets back up to his feet once again, and moves Rhodes up to his feet at the same time. He lifts Ricky onto his shoulders, looking for a fireman’s carry gutbuster. Randy moves around in circles doing an aeroplane spin, but Ricky Rhodes slides off once Randy stops, and hits a backstabber. Both men lay on the ground, catching their breaths.~
Smith: This is a very entertaining match. Good back and forth action thus far.
Hood: As long as Ricky Rhodes does not have to pay charity, then I am happy.
~Both men slowly get to their feet, with the help of ropes, opposite each other. They make their ways to their feet, staring each other down, before charging, and hitting each other with a clothesline, sending them back to the ground again.~
Smith: These men are trying everything against each other.
Hood: Well, not everything. I am pretty certain that if they tried everything, then this may become a very dirty match.
Smith: Why do you think so wrong?
Hood: Don’t know. Was brought up that way.
~They both slowly make their ways to their feet, simultaneously. Ricky Rhodes throws a punch that connects to the jaw of Randy Valdez. Valdez hits a punch to the jaw of Ricky, and then goes for a clothesline. Rhodes ducks the clothesline, flips backwards and hits a pele kick to the face of Randy, that sends him into a seated position in the corner.~
Smith: Man, Ricky and Randy are trying everything they’ve got to win this one.
Hood: And it’s not even for gold. These two are just wasting energy.
Smith: They are getting a paycheck.
Hood: Not Rhodes. If he loses, then he loses 10 grand.
Smith: Oh, yeah, no wonder he is trying so hard.
~Rhodes gets to his feet as Valdez is stunned in the corner, seated. Rhodes runs into the ropes, rebounds off of them, and hits a running facewash to Randy in the corner. Rhodes lifts Randy to his feet, and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope, and locks him up for a suplex.~
Smith: Rhodes is going for the big move here.
Hood: If he nails it, then it is all over for Randy.
Smith: Who knows? Randy is a fighter, he won’t give up easy.
Hood: OK. How about we make a bet?
Smith: What bet?
Hood: If Randy wins, I have to give $10,000 to charity. If Ricky wins, then you have to wear any shirt for thirty days.
Smith: But, that’s their bet. You cannot just copy that.
Hood: It is my original idea.
Smith: What shirt?
Hood: I have a shirt at home that says ‘I Eat Pussies For Lunch’. You have to wear that shirt for thirty days.
Smith: I am not going to wear that.
Hood: Chicken.
Smith: OK, deal.
~Rhodes lifts Randy up for the suplex, but Randy blocks it. Ricky tries again, but Randy blocks it once again, and then hits a headbutt to Ricky’s head. Ricky lets go of him, and Randy hits another headbutt that sends Ricky off of the second rope, and to the ground. Randy climbs down to the second rope, and waits as Ricky gets to his feet. He jumps off of the middle turnbuckle, and hits flashpoint to Rhodes.~
Smith: Yes, come on Randy. Make Hood and Ricky Rhodes pay money to charity.
Hood: Come on Ricky. Make them wear the awesome shirts.
Smith: They’re not awesome.
Hood: Yes they are.
~Randy pulls Ricky to his feet, and lifts him onto his shoulders. He carries him around to the centre of the ring, and hits a fireman’s carry gutbuster. Randy covers Ricky for the pin, hooking a leg.~
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Smith: Oh, so close. You nearly paid ten grand.
Hood: Come on, Ricky. You cannot lose, otherwise you will lose valuable money.
~Randy Valdez springs to his feet, and lifts Ricky to his. He backs Ricky into the ropes, and tosses him into the opposite ropes for an irish whip. In the process of the irish whip, Rhodes blocks it, and sends Randy into the ropes. Randy bounces off as Ricky goes for a clothesline, but Randy ducks, reaches the other ropes, springs off of the second rope and hits O HAI (Tidal Wave).~
Smith: Randy is just so good. He is going to defeat Ricky Rhodes for sure.
Hood: God damn it, Ricky. I need that ten grand for my hookers. Don’t make me lose it.
~Randy Valdez springs back to his feet, and walks over to the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, and awaits Ricky to get to his feet. Rhodes does, and Randy jumps off, but is caught with a codebreaker out of nowhere by Ricky Rhodes. Rhodes covers him for the pin.~
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Hood: Come on, Ricky. You nearly had it.
Smith: Come on, Randy. Win it for the less fortunate.
~Ricky Rhodes starts arguing with Scruff, saying that it was three. Scruff shakes his head, saying that it was only two. Ricky pushes Scruff over, and goes back over to, Randy. Randy hits a punch to the abdomen of Ricky as he goes to pick Randy up. Randy hits a few more punches, getting to his feet at the same time, drawing Ricky back towards the ropes.~
Smith: Yes, Randy. Fight back, mate.
Hood: No, Randy. Don’t fight back, mate.
~Randy hits a right hook to the jaw of Ricky Rhodes, that stuns him. Randy goes for a clothesline to the outside, but Rhodes ducks it, and flings Randy over the top rope, but Randy holds on, and lands on the apron. Ricky turns around, and is met with a punch by Randy. Randy quickly runs to the turnbuckle, and climbs to the top, sizing up Ricky.~
Smith: Finish this Randy.
Hood: Bloody hell, Ricky. You are an embarrassment.
~Randy springs off of the top rope, but is hit with a stunner out of no where. Randy stays standing as Ricky springs back to his feet, grabs him, and hits VIP Treatment (Asai DDT). Ricky Rhodes covers him for the pin.~
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Hood: Yes, Ricky Rhodes has done it. You have to wear that shirt Smith.
Smith: Damn it. Why did I agree to that bet?
Hood: Ha, so Rhodes does not have to pay ten grand, and Valdez will have to wear his shirt for thirty days. These are great times.
Smith: This is very disappointing. Man, I will have to go to Hood Rich, wearing that shirt.
Hood: This is the greatest day of my life.
~Inside the ring, Randy is sitting up, a bit dazed as Ricky hops to his feet with his arms in the air~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner...RICKY RHODES!!!!!
~Scruff tries to raises Ricky’s hand, but he shoves Scruff away before signaling to the back and snapping his fingers. Quickly, a man dressed in a three piece suit hustles down with a T-shirt on a hanger being carried by his right hand. He’s very careful with the shirt, making sure it doesn’t get wrinkled or dirty. He climbs up the steps and very meticulously lifts it over the top rope, to ensure it doesn’t touch anything. Rhodes rips the hanger from the man’s hands as he looks it over. He spots a piece of lint and flicks it off before clinching his jaw and staring at the servant~
Smith: Uh oh
Hood: Fucker couldn’t even bring the shirt down properly...so hard to find good help these days
~Rhodes PUNCHES the servant with his fist, THROUGH the shirt, knocking him off the apron and to the floor where he’s out cold. The fans boo Rhodes loudly as he couldn’t care less...he’s too focused on Randy Valdez, who is now standing, with his hands on his hips. Rhodes extends the now disheveled shirt with Randy staring at it in disgust. We can hear Ricky yelling at him in the ring~
Ricky Rhodes: PUT IT ON! A DEAL IS A DEAL!
~The crowd grows restless as Randy looks out to them for guidance~
Crowd: FUCK NO! FUCK NO! FUCK NO!
~Randy looks over at Rhodes, shaking his head. Rhodes extends the shirt further~
Ricky Rhodes: Put it on.
~Randy rips the shirt from Rhodes and, surprisingly clean off the hangar, and quickly yanks it over his upper torso. The crowd boos loudly as Rhodes begins laughing and pointing at Randy who is standing in the middle of the ring, wearing a Ricky Rhodes shirt~
Smith: I never thought putting on a shirt would seem so humiliating...Ricky Rhodes is a real bully.
Hood: Haha, this is great, I think the shirt is even a few sizes too small, it looks ridiculous on him...WAY TO GO RICKY RHODES!
Smith: The fans hate this, they hate Ricky Rhodes and are appalled that he’s making one of their favorite stars wear official Rhodes memorabilia.
Hood: They can fucking get over it...if Randy had of won the match, it would’ve been a moot point. Now that charity or whatever the fuck Randy was going to spend the money on is going to go belly up and people will die of ass AIDS.
Smith: WHAT? I highly doubt that!
Hood: Hey, it could happen
~The crowd continues to boo voraciously as Rhodes laughs and laughs before stepping out of the ring, through the ropes and walking, backwards up the ramp, pointing and laughing at Randy. Randy lowers his head in shame, shaking it back and forth~
Smith: Well, amidst this mockery, Ricky Rhodes did pull of a huge win...the biggest win of his career
Hood: Not hard to be the biggest when it’s the only
Smith: Indeed...just what Rhodes needed heading into Hood Rich...as for Randy, well, it’s only a shirt, I’m sure he’ll be okay
Hood: Maybe it was rubbed in Poison Ivy...oh man, wouldn’t that be a TWIST
Smith: Easy, M. Night...let’s head to some footage we just uncovered from earlier this week
~As we come back from commercial, The scene fades to OCW champion, Chad Vargas’ owned bar in downtown Knoxville, Tennessee. Apparently found footage from earlier this week. Vargas sits at the bar talking with his barber turned bartender, Clint
As Vargas and Clint go back and forth shootin’ the breeze unheard the cameras, a stocky man walks into the bar, gives the place a look around, eyes Vargas and smirks. Vargas doesn’t notice the man yet, until he slides up next to him and takes a seat on the empty barstool next to the Southern Badass himself~
The man: Gimmie a shot of Beam.
~Vargas moves his head slightly, as if to place where he’s heard this familiar voice but not wanting to turn to look. Clint nods at the man and fills a shot glass full of Jim Beam before sliding it back to the man. The man quickly sucks it down before motioning for another.~
The man: Nice place ya got here Chad. Wasn’t so sure about this gig until I laid eyes on this place.
~Vargas turns to the man to reveal it being none other than the newest OCW employee, “Iron” Mike Williams. Vargas smirks as he extends his hand.~
Vargas: Mike fuckin’ Williams. Been a minute!
Williams: (shakes Vargas hand) Yeah it sure has.
Vargas: Has Treat filled you in?
~Williams shakes his head, laughing~
Williams: I’m not sure why you keep that fuckin pantywaist around, bro.
~Vargas laughs~
Vargas: Me either, but I’m guessing he hasn’t. Here.
~Vargas pulls out an envelope from the back pocket of his jeans and hands it to Williams. Williams opens the envelope slightly, enough for the camera to see a fat stack of crisp Benjamins nestled inside. Williams smiles as he tucks the envelope into his own pocket.~
Williams: You know, I would’ve done it for free.
Vargas: I know, but this is a way to ensure its done, and to re-pay you for my past sins.
~Williams nods, smirking slightly. The two men’s conversation is cut short as a young, good looking country gal in skin tight daisy dukes is being heckled by a drunken pervert. Williams is visibly irritated right off the rip.~
Vargas: Do ‘em, Williams.
~Williams nods, all smiles as he hops off the barstool and walks over towards the commotion, wasting no time he delivers a haymaker from hell, dropping the perv with one punch. Vargas and Clint look on smiling as he proceeds to pick him up by the back of his neck and slams him through a plate glass window. Williams than wraps his arm around the little lady and walks out the door of the bar, as he gets outside, he turns back.~
Williams: I’ll get ya back on the window, bro – Good seein’ ya again!
~We cut back to the live feed~
Smith: They were in cahoots...I knew it!
Hood: Wow, Nostradamus...you certainly called that one
Smith: Thank you, I like to think I have a nose for these kinds of things...well, we have one more match to go. The Worthy Championship is up next.
Falls Count Anywhere Match
Supreme Machine (C) (15 Points) vs. PerZag (9 Points)
Belvedere: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Worthy Championship. It is also a Falls Count Anywhere match.
~The lights of the arena go out. All that is seen is a small glow of light from the entrance ramp. ‘Eye Of The Tiger’ by Survivor starts to play over the PA system. A hooded figure walks on to the entrance ramp. The lights come back on as the hooded figure stands still on the stage. The hooded figure walks down to the ring slowly. He gets into the ring and stands in the centre of it. He slowly removes the hood and the crowd gives a mixed reaction to him. 'Eye Of The Tiger' by Survivor stops playing as PerZag walks over to a corner in the ring and crouches down near it.~
Belvedere: Firstly, the challenger, from Benalla, Victoria, Australia...standing at 6’5” and weighing in at 216 pounds....the self proclaimed ‘Worthiest of All’....PERZAG!
“From Now on We are Enemies... You and I”
~The spoken intro of “Warheart” by Children of Bodom seeps from the PA system as the Arena goes completely black. The rapidfire drumming of the song and the intro riff hits the arena like a ten ton hammer and as the growling vocals by Alexi Laiho begin, some fog begins to form on the entranceway.~
“I'm an outcast on the path of rebound
Warheart! No remains from compassion or love
~Slowly, a figure can be seen walking into the fog, spreading its hands into a crucifix pose as a bright light backlits it.~
"I have chosen night to be my guide
Warheart! No remains from compassion or love
I'm the warheart, I'm dying to win the battle I live everyday
~The shadow pulls its hands back, crossing em on its chest, causing a large pyro, which evaporates the fog, revealing The Supreme Machine standing there, his head held down and hands crossed across his chest. As the lights begin to slowly return, SuMa glares around from beneath his hair, and begins to slowly walk towards the ring. As he reaches the ring, he slowly slides in from through the ropes, gets up in the middle of the ring and whips his head up in a rapid motion, revealing his masked face.~
Belvedere: And the champion, from The Boiler Room...standing at 6’9” and weighing in at 315 pounds....SUPREME MACHINE!
Smith: Here we go, the main event is here, and the champion absolutely towers over the challenger.
Hood: This has been a great night. Ricky Rhodes won his match, and now Smith has to wear my shirt. This is going to be fantastic.
Smith: Now, lets start the match.
~Scruff collects the Worthy Championship from Supreme Machine, and walks back to the centre of the ring. He raises the title in the air, and passes it to Belvedere as he exits the ring. The bell starts as PerZag dashes towards SuMa, hitting him with punches to the chest and face, that do nothing to the big man. SuMa pushes PerZag over onto his back, but PerZag springs back to his feet, and charges at SuMa again. SuMa raises a left boot, and it connects to the face of PerZag, sending PerZag to the ground.~
Smith: Supreme Machine is just too strong, and too big for PerZag to fight off.
Hood: Teaches him to accept a challenge from someone bigger than you. Hell, he fell right into his trap. SuMa wanted a Falls Count Anywhere Match, and it is what he gets.
~SuMa grabs PerZag from the back of the head, and pulls him to his feet. He clips PerZag under the jaw with his fingers, and PerZag’s head springs back. PerZag tumbles backwards until he runs into a corner. SuMa charges at him, but is met with a boot from PerZag. SuMa stumbles back, as PerZag lifts himself onto the second rope, and jumps off. SuMa catches him, turns around, and hits a spinebuster onto the mat.~
Smith: Just the strength of SuMa to be able to catch him like that. He is massive, ad very strong.
Hood: If someone is that big, they better be strong, otherwise they are just massive pussies. Guess what Smith.
Smith: What?
Hood: You eat pussies for lunch.
Smith: Shut up. Why do you have to make me wear that shirt?
Hood: Because I won the bet.
~SuMa looks down at PerZag, but looks away, and exits the ring by climbing over the top rope. He starts searching under the ring, pulling out a chair, and tossing it in the ring. He brings out another chair, a trashcan full of weapons, and a table, and tosses them all in the ring. He pulls out another table, and sets it up on the outside. He turns around, and looks back towards the ring, but PerZag comes flying over the top rope with a corkscrew shooting star press on SuMa.~
Hood: He is very talented. I don’t know how many people are able to do that.
Smith: Well we know he is doing all that he can to take down SuMa.
~Both men lay on the outside, but PerZag springs himself back to his feet. PerZag lifts SuMa up, and rolls him into the ring. He climbs onto the apron, and climbs onto the top turnbuckle. He turns his body around, so that he faces out to the crowd, and jumps off for Death From Above (Moonsault on standing opponent), but SuMa catches him. PerZag starts struggling on SuMa’s shoulders, but SuMa hits a powerslam onto a chair, that is laying in the ring.~
Smith: PerZag tried to get this over and done with early, but that has come to bite him on the bottom.
Hood: Bottom, really. You cannot be a man and say ass.
Smith: That is just rude.
Hood: Now we know why you don’t eat pussies for lunch.
Smith: Can you just shut up about that t-shirt.
~SuMa walks over to the trashcan, and searches inside. He pulls out a white bag, that is tied up at the end. He unties it, and pulls out a bowling bowl. He stares at the bowling bowl, and back at PerZag.~
Smith: No, don’t do that SuMa. You will give him brain damage.
Hood: This is awesome. Do it SuMa.
~SuMa grabs hold of the bowling bowl with one hand, and waits as PerZag reaches his feet. PerZag stumbles around, holding his back in pain. He turns around, facing SuMa, who throws the bowling bowl, hitting it into the forehead of PerZag. PerZag stands their for a moment, and then drops to the ground.~
Smith: Holy shit. Scruff check on him. Someone get out here, and check on PerZag.
Hood: Wasn’t that just great.
Smith: Something is seriously wrong with you.
~SuMa walks up to PerZag, who is not moving, and he lifts him up to his feet. He flips him onto his shoulders for a powerbomb, and walks over to the ropes. He throws PerZag over the top rope, and sends him through the table on the outside.~
Smith: Someone stop this match. PerZag is not moving. He is not showing any sign of life. Please, someone get out here.
Hood: Sorry, Smith, but this is a match. No stopping it now. Hell, if Supreme Machine can survive a bus crashing into him, then PerZag can survive a bowling ball to the head.
Smith: PerZag is human, he may not be able to.
Hood: Are you saying that Supreme Machine is an alien?
Smith: I don’t know. He isn’t human.
Hood: Cool.
~Supreme Machine makes his way outside, and walks up to the unmoving body of PerZag. SuMa puts one foot onto the chest of PerZag as Scruff comes outside, and makes the count.~
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Smith: Phew. PerZag’s alive. Thank God for that.
Hood: Yes. The match is still going.
~Supreme Machine looks down at PerZag who hasn’t moved since he put his shoulder up. He turns his head to the left, and then turns it to the right before picking up PerZag. He tosses PerZag into the ring, and slides in afterwards. SuMa waits as PerZag gets to his feet, and goes for a big boot. PerZag sidesteps the big boot, and hits a dropkick to the face of SuMa, that staggers him into the ropes. He hits another dropkick that makes SuMa nearly tumble over the top rope, and to the outside. PerZag picks up a chair next to his feet, and throws it at SuMa, who catches it. PerZag jumps up one more time, and hits a dropkick into the chair, which rebounds into the head of SuMa, and sends him through the ropes, and to the outside.~
Smith: Man, these men are fighting back and forth, and the weapons are certainately coming in handy.
Hood: That is what makes these matches worthy to watch. You need weapons to make things cool.
~PerZag climbs onto the apron, and walks over to the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, and springs off, hitting Death From Above into the wreckage of the table. He holds on for the pin as Scruff gets outside.~
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: That did absolutely nothing. SuMa kicked out of that one easier than anything.
Hood: It takes a lot to take down SuMa. A bus could only take him down for a couple hours.
~PerZag groans in pain as SuMa sits up suddenly. He turns his head, and stares at PerZag, who jumps back, with an expression of surprise on his face. PerZag walks over to the apron, and grabs the chair. He turns around, and sees SuMa standing there. PerZag swings the chair, but SuMa catches it. He grabs it out of the hands of PerZag, and swings it towards him. PerZag ducks the chair shot, gets to the back of SuMa, and dropkicks him in the back, sending him face first into the chair and into the turnbuckle. SuMa stays standing as PerZag gets his breath back.~
Smith: PerZag is trying all that he can to take this thing down, but the thing still stands.
Hood: So, he was in The Thing. I loved that movie. Cannot believe he was in it.
Smith: No, oh....nevermind.
~PerZag walks over to SuMa, and rolls him back into the ring. PerZag slides in, and grabs the trashcan, dumping the rest of the weapons inside it, to the outside. He walks over to SuMa holding onto the trashcan, and smashes it onto the back of his head. He places the trash can under the face of SuMa, and climbs onto the turnbuckles. He climbs to the top, and jumps off, hitting a fameasser on SuMa, driving his face into the trash can. PerZag rolls SuMa onto his back, and tosses the trash can out of the ring. He covers SuMa for the pin.~
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: One fall closer to defeating him this time.
Hood: Yeah, but he needs three falls to win. That is how you win.
Smith: I know that.
~PerZag grabs his head, and places it onto the mat. He punches the mat, and pulls his head back up. His eyes widen as he stares into the face of Supreme Machine, who is back in a seated position. SuMa grabs PerZag by the throat, and makes his way to his feet, pulling PerZag up to his. SuMa stares into the eyes of PerZag, and he lifts him up and hits Bouff Breaker (Chokeslam Backbreaker). SuMa lifts PerZag up, and tosses him over the top rope and to the outside.~
Smith: What is he doing? He probably could have finished off the match.
Hood: No. PerZag has been fighting back too much. SuMa now just wants to hurt him.
~SuMa walks over to the table that lays on the ground, and he lifts it up. He starts to set up the table as half of PerZag’s body is under the ring, and half is out. SuMa sets the table up fully, and walks over to PerZag, who is now fully out from under the apron. SuMa reaches over the top rope, and grabs PerZag by the hair, but out of nowhere, PerZag hits SuMa in the face with a steel bat.~
Smith: Where did that come from?
Hood: Under the ring, dumbass.
Smith: I know that.
Hood: Then, why did you ask.
Smith: I, uh, I....shut up.
~SuMa lets go of PerZag’s hair, and staggers back into the ring. PerZag follows in afterwards, holding onto the steel bat, and swings it again, hitting SuMa in the head, who stumbles into the table. He stands, with his hands planted on it, and turns around. He his met with another strike to the head, which causes SuMa to sit on the table. PerZag drops the bat, and starts stretching his neck.~
Smith: I think PerZag has him where he wants him.
Hood: Yes. He’s here.
~The crowd starts to jeer as Chad Vargas is seen sliding into the ring, and grabbing the steel bat in the process. He stands behind PerZag, waiting for him to turn around. PerZag looks at SuMa, who stands back up off the table. PerZag turns around, and Vargas swings the steel bat. PerZag ducks the strike, and it connects to the temple of SuMa, who stands still unmoving.~
Smith: Someone get Chad out of here.
Hood: No. He is the high point in this match.
~The crowd starts to cheer again as Mack O’Connor is seen sliding into the ring. He grabs Chad Vargas, turns him around, and hits Hollow Point. Vargas tumbles through the ropes, and out of the ring. O’Connor stares at SuMa, and then hits Hollow Point on him as well, which still only makes SuMa stand in the same position, swaying.~
Smith: Yes. Chad Vargas is out of here.
Hood: Yes, he’s back again.
Smith: Oh, no. Not him.
~The crowd boos once again as Mack O’Connor turns around and is met with a superkick by Ricky Rhodes. Rhodes smiles as O’Connor flings though the ropes, and to the outside. Rhodes looks at SuMa, and then hits a superkick to him as well, which still has no effect on SuMa, who stands still, swaying. Rhodes looks at PerZag, who is making his way back to his feet, and sizes him up for a superkick.~
Smith: Someone get him out of here.
Hood: Come on, Ricky. Do it. Superkick PerZag.
~Ricky Rhodes is about to go for the superkick, but the crowd cheers, and Rhodes is turned around. Rhodes stares into the face of Scott Syren, who grabs him and hits a Reverse STO. Rhodes rolls out of the ring, as Syren slides out. PerZag looks at SuMa, and then at the four men on the outside. PerZag quickly darts up the turnbuckle, and stands at top. He looks behind him as SuMa still stands in the same position. PerZag looks back towards the crowd, and flings off for a moonsault, but SuMa catches him in the process, and hits a tombstone piledriver. SuMa covers PerZag for the pin.~
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Shoulder Up!!!
Smith: How did he kick out of that? I swear it was all over.
Hood: Nope. These two men do not want to give up yet.
~Supreme Machine decides to walk over to the ropes, and climbs onto the apron. He climbs up the turnbuckle, to the top, looking for Deus Ex Machinae (Diving Cross Body on a standing opponent). SuMa waits as PerZag slowly makes his way to his feet. SuMa is about to spring off as Scott Syren climbs onto the apron, distracting SuMa. SuMa goes for a punch on Syren, who ducks it, and jumps onto the ground.~
Smith: Get Syren out of here. We need no distractions.
Hood: No. Syren’s cool. He can stay.
~SuMa watches Syren as Syren backs up. SuMa turns his attention back to PerZag, but is nailed in the head with the bowling bowl used earlier. PerZag quickly climbs his way to the top rope, hooking SuMa up, and springing him off with a PerZag Perfection (Perfect Plex) from the top rope, and through the table. PerZag puts an arm over the chest of SuMa as Scruff makes the count.~
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3!!!
Smith: Holy shit. PerZag’s done it. He has defeated the streak.
Hood: And it’s all because Syren is great.
Belvedere: Your winner of the match....and NEW Worthy Champion....PERZAG!
Smith: What a great match that was.
Hood: That was because of Vargas. If he had not have entered, then the match would not have ended that great.
Smith: Well, if you think about it, then yeah, it wouldn’t have.
~In the ring we see Scruff handing the title to PerZag, who raises his hands in the air. From the side of the ring, Scott Syren slides in, and walks up to PerZag. PerZag watches Syren as he approaches, and Syren puts out a hand. PerZag takes it, and they shake. Syren raises PerZag’s hand as the footage pans back to Smith and Hood.~
Smith: Wow. Scott Syren and PerZag still have the same bond, the same respect for each other.
Hood: Yeah. Operation Zero lives on.
Smith: But, PerZag is in Power and Worth with Bob Grenier.
Hood: Power and Worth are not that great. Operation Zero are the best stable of all time.
Smith: Well, that’s debatable.
Hood: What’s PerZag gonna do though? Stay with Grenier or join the man who brought him to greatness. That started his journey in OCW which got him fame and titles.
Smith: I don’t know. Maybe that will be a question for everyone, that may be answered at Hood Rich.
Hood: Let’s hope so.
Smith: Well, thank you all for attending Monday Night Massacre for this great night, and we’ll see you at Hood Rich.
~The footage fades to black.~
Everything is frail, I desolate, crush, and burn
I have chosen darkness to be my guide
War is in my heart, death is by my side
Warheart! Hate your fellow as yourself“
When the daylight strikes, I hide in my trench and die
I'm the cold-blooded killer who'll fuck you up!
Warheart! Hate your fellow as yourself
One for all and all for me I'm an animal better set me free”