Mr. Goldblum: I understand the company needs newer and returning stars to come back to boost the ratings, but there is a bottom line, Adi.
Adi Gold: But ratings are up with those signings. And it has brought back a rising star in Moonlight Rose. And having a Hall of Famer like Matt Meyhu becoming the world champion has people talking!
Mr. Goldblum: You had a budget to maintain and you let it expand well above the line set. You’ll need to let people go, and find a new General Manager since the man you said would never abandon OCW has done exactly that. Fix it, sweetheart.
~Before Adi can reply her father has hung up and she sighs.~
Adi Gold: This is EGGsactly what I don’t need right now.
~A knock at the door grabs the OCW Owner’s attention.~
Tamika Strader: Fathers, they can really be a pain in ones ass but I promise, the day you don’t have them in your life anymore is the day you wish never came.
Adi Gold: I’ll remember that. I’m glad you are here, please, come in!
Tamika Strader: Well, I have to say I was intrigued when you called me to set up this meeting. I’m like a cat sometimes, too curious for my own good.
~Tamika sits down in one of the chairs in front of Adi’s desk and tries to read Adi, but the OCW Owner is doing a very good job of hiding her agenda.~
Adi Gold: So, as you know, Marcus and his partner, Greg, have departed OCW.
Tamika Strader: Yes, something about Thailand and the hot commodity of Ladyboys.
Adi Gold: To each their own, but it’s left OCW in a not so great place. The Lost Stranger, Soul, whatever he calls himself has tendered their resignation due to it, and there are rumblings some others might follow that line. We need a General Manager, and I think I have found the proper replacement for Marcus. Someone who has ran brands, major companies (wrestling and non-wrestling), and isn’t afraid to be bold and take OCW in new directions while maintaining that “CLASSIC OCW, BABY” mentality.
Tamika Strader: Alright, well, I presume you are asking me for my opinion as I did finance OCW before the underhanded takeover by your ex?
Adi Gold: Well, sort of. I know you had big plans to come in with your “Vulgar Display of Power” with Tearra, Nikki and a couple others, but I was hoping to appeal to the business side of you and your family and make you the General Manager.
~Tamika’s brow goes up in curiosity of the direction this offer has come from.~
Tamika Strader: Me? As General Manager? I mean, first off, I am flattered. I do have lots of experience running the Chaos brand of the Pioneer Wrestling Association but I’ll be honest, when I signed the dotted line it was with the goal of eventually becoming the OCW World Champion, not the OCW General Manager.
Adi Gold: I know it’s not what you signed up for, but you know this company from the business side of it, to being a champion working as a wrestler. No one is better suited than you to replace Welsh.
~We fade out to the Monday Night Massacre intro.~
Key West, Florida
March 13th, 2023
~ The OCW logo flashes across our screens as the intro video for Massacre starts to play with “No One Knows” by Quees of The Stone Age for the music. We see The Big Bifford putting on his Plethora robe flashing to Plethora The Perilous murdering OCW staffers with his scythe. Matt Meyhu holding the OCW championship high in the air inside the Carpe Noctem Pyramid. PIC saluting the crowd. A shot of Lou Pohl hitting on Diana Watts mother in the locker room area. Alice Knight doing the “Hoot” dance with Smith in his owl cosplay. Tamika’s sneering face with a classy shot of her shittin’ with the door open. Dylan Thomas standing tall and proud with Mike Zybala and Lord Allton driving away in a white panel van with “Outsiders” crudely spray painted on the side. The video comes to an end on the smiling face of OCW Owner Adi Gold. ~
~ Pyros shoot off across the entrance stage as the camera’s pan around catching a number of signs in the crowd. ~
WE ARE ALL GOLDGEOUS!
~ The Key West fans are on their feet cheering for tonight’s show. We pan down to the greatest announce team in the industry today; Smith and Hood. ~
Smith: Welcome OCW Faithful to MONDAY NIGHT MASSACRE!
Hood: I can’t believe Welsh left us and Tamika fuckin’ Strader is the acting General Manager.
Smith: I have to say I am surprised, after the fast one he pulled on Dean and Lurrr! But Ms Strader isn’t new to the role of General Manager and we know she’ll look after the roster.
Hood: Look after the roster? Pffft. I guess the temptation of Thailand and its Ladyboys were too much to pass up for Welsh.
Smith: ANYWAY! We have a heck of a show tonight! We have the Influence in action! New comer Felix Drive gracing the ring and Chris Grayson, formerly Goon 83, taking on Brooke Blakely! Plus, my personal favourite in Alice Knight, one half of our OCW Tag Team Champions taking on former OCW Champion, PIC!
Hood: Hopefully she has a coronary in the middle ring and finds her rightful place in hell!
Smith: So rude. We also have Diana Watts defending her newly won Massacre Championship against hot OCW newcomer Natural ICE Beckman!
Hood: That Massacre title is a hot potato!
Smith: Yes, well, it will be one of the harder titles to hold on to with mandatory weekly defences. But before all that, we have The Influence taking on Too Much Zeus and that’s next, so let’s hand it off to Belvedere!
I ALSO SHIT WITH THE DOOR OPEN
VHODKA BLACK IS DADDY
CRASH HAS A CROOKED PENIS
THE PROCTOLOGIST FOR PRIME MINISTER
IT’S LIME TIME BITCHES
MAYBE WELSH JUST WENT TO THE STORE FOR SMOKES AND MILK
INFLUENCE (1-0) VS TOO MUCH ZEUS (0-10)
~Thunder rolls into the OCW Arena as “Enter Sandman” by Metallica drops.~
Belvedere: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall!
~The crowd is on its feet as the guitar builds to the pulsing drum rhythm. Lightning bolts trace their way from the top of the arena to the ramp in an incredibly over-budget display of pyrotechnics as Zeus and his partner Zeus or Zeus II or maybe Zeus Dyo. Either way, both of the Zeus’ head on down to the ring~
Belvedere: Introducing first at a combined weight of three hundred pounds is Zeus and… Zeus! Too Much Zeus!
~Zeus and other Zeus stride on down to the ring.~
Smith: Last week it was Zeus taking on Brad Stokes, this week Zeus has his twin brother in the corner for this tag team match.
Hood: The Zeus’ are getting used around here so much that we might have to actually start paying them a livable wage.
Smith: Don’t say that too loud, half of the roster will be beating down the door. And then this company would be in real danger.
Belvedere: And their opponents!
~“Send Me Your Money” by Suicidal Tendencies begins to play out over the arena and out from the back step out the Influencers of social media platforms across the world to an enormous negative reaction from the crowd. Christopher Wrigley is out first from the back, with a huge smile on his face and holding his arms out wide for all the world to see his navy blue jacket and red tie. He is shortly followed out by Delia Black, the kick happy murder princess, and her partner in crime Claudia Frost. Claudia is still wearing that neck brace and walks with her head looking at an angle up towards the ceiling.~
Belvedere: Hailing from the Murder Capital of the World, Santa Carla California! Delia Black and Claudia Frost, the Influence!!
~Delia slides into the ring as Wrigley helps Claudia figure out where the ring steps are.~
Smith: We might be looking at a handicapped match tonight.
Hood: Is this match being sponsored by that Woody Harrleson movie or something?
Smith: No, no! I meant that by the looks of Claudia, her partner Delia might have to be doing all the work.
~ Extra beefy referee Puff calls for the bell! ~
Hood: We’re about to find out because there’s the bell!
Smith: Zeus will be facing off against Delia Black here to start. Strangely enough this might be one of the few times where Delia isn’t completely outsized by her opponent here in OCW.
~Delia and Zeus do a bit of a circling dance around the middle of the ring until the duo finally lock up collar and elbow style. Zeus is not that much taller than his opponent, and is not able to overpower Delia for one of the few times in OCW. Delia gets Zeus right into a side headlock and uses her strength to steer the Greek god around the ring a bit. Delia’s feeling pretty good about herself until Zeus is able to turn that into a belly to back suplex!!~
Smith: So much for that advantage there.
Hood: Zeus finally able to pick someone up on the roster, wow.
~Delia rolls back up to her feet as Zeus charges in to continue the attack which backs Delia up into the corner of Too Much Zeus. Zeus tags out to Zeus and the duo both put the boots to the Craze title contender. Zeus stays in as Zeus leaves and Puff is absolutely confused at this point.~
Smith: Yeah, I don't know who is who anymore.
Hood: I gave up a while ago, honestly.
~Zeus throws Delia up against the ropes, but on the rebound he ducks his head and is met with the full force of one of Delia’s kicks to the face standing him right back up. Delia follows that up with a series of rapid fire kicks until the god drops to his knees holding his ribs in pain. Delia turns around and goes to tag in her partner, Claudia, but she remembers that Claudia is wearing a neck brace.~
Hood: That’s not good there, Delia’s not making the tag.
Smith: Not at all, she’s looking to be going this one solo and that might mean that Too Much Zeus might be breaking their losing streak here tonight.
~Delia turns around from not making the tag just in time to eat a kick from Zeus! Zeus follows that up by tossing Delia back into his corner and making the tag out to the other Zeus. With a whip into the ropes by Zeus, other Ze…. aw hell with that, the duo hit a double team flapjack on Black!! One of them, probably the legal one, makes the cover.
1!
2!
3-KICKOUT!!
Smith: Big time move there, Too Much Zeus bringing the thunder here tonight and Delia Black is in some serious trouble now.
Hood: You’ve been waiting like five years to drop that line.
Smith: At least five.
~Zeus pulls Delia up and tosses her back into the corner where he proceeds to lift the lighter Delia up onto the top of the turnbuckle. Zeus heads on up as well and to his and the other Zeus’ surprise is able to lift Black up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Zeus gets hyped that he was able to do that standing on the middle ropes, with a fury in his eyes he then looks to make this move memorable as he attempts to gorilla press her as well!! But, he doesn’t have the strength to do so. Delia is able to adjust and the two go crashing to the mat as Delia turns it into an avalanche facebuster slam!~
Smith: Incredible counter there by Delia Black, but it took a lot of her just as it did to Zeus.
Hood: I’d say all she has to do is make the tag, but can she?
Smith: Claudia Frost is still standing there in that neck brace, I don’t even know if she’s medically cleared to wrestle tonight. Who even made this match?
Hood: Unsafe working conditions, classic OCW.
~Zeus crawls over towards his corner as Delia does the same, Zeus makes the tag as Delia looks up at Claudia but hesitates and then ultimately refuses to tag Claudia’s hand as the other Zeus drags Delia back towards the center of the ring. Zeus pulls Delia up by one leg as he looks to hit a big move, but a desperate Delia counters with a step-up enziguri shot! Zeus stumbles backwards into the ropes and on the rebound Delia nails him with a superkick! She hooks the leg for the pin.~
1!!
2!!
3-BROKEN UP!
Smith: Other Zeus breaks up the count at the last possible second saving their best chance at breaking their losing streak.
Hood: I think it’s going to happen, I actually think it’s going to happen.
~Second Zeus hits Delia with some very stylish kicks as referee Puff tries to remember which one is legal and escort him out of the ring. The other Zeus pulls Delia back up to her feet and throws her across the ring with a whip, Claudia makes a blind tag which Zeus doesn’t see because he’s too busy getting taken for a ride with a flying headscissors by Delia Black! Black gets up to her feet and spots the other Zeus on the outside of the ring and she charges at the ropes connecting with a tope suicida!~
Smith: Delia Black with a tope suicida dive through the ropes just wiping out Zeus on the outside!!
Hood: Yeah, but Claudia is now legal and there’s no way she’s going to do anything.
Smith: What’s this!?
~Claudia, complete with neck brace and all, ducks into the ring and promptly removes the brace from around her neck. She gives one of those quick adjustments of her neck as the legal Zeus in the ring is too busy looking at the outside of the ring and not looking at what he’s backing up into.~
Hood: I knew it! I knew that OCW wouldn’t allow an unsafe work environment to happen.
Smith: Really?
Hood: No, not really.
Smith: Either way, I think Claudia is good to go.
~Zeus backs up into Claudia and she lifts him up with a full nelson and right down onto his rear-end with a bomb. Zeus bounces off the mat from the impact of that Hemorrhoid Driver, and Claudia scoops him right up into her arms with a double hook hold. She then plants him right into the mat with a DDT!!~
Smith: OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!
Hood: The award winning OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!
~Claudia hooks the leg, as Delia slides back into the ring.~
1!!
2!!
3!!
~Claudia gives a big smile as she and Delia give each other a big hug.~
Belvedere: Here are your winners… THE INFLUENCE!!!!!
Smith: The Influence pulled a fast one here tonight and pulled off the victory against Too Much Zeus.
Hood: Remember how Zeus has a win over Easton?
Smith: It’s not quite as cut and dry as you make it sound, Hood.
Hood: I can still laugh about it though.
Smith: That is your right as a prick, sure.
~Brooke Blakely and Miss Moskowitz walk down the hall as they are stopped by Who'Re. Miss Moskowitz, the tower of a woman looks down at Who're. Who'Re moves a bit as she changes her focus to Brooke.~
Who'Re: Brooke, last week you had a couple run ins. One with Jenny Myst and one with Synn. The Myst one was whatever but what really has the OCW faithful buzzing is the encounter with Synn. You looked almost hypnotized at the sight of Synn. Any comments?
~Brooke goes to speak but simply walks off visibly distraught.~
~The OCW camera's cut to a lavish poolside paradise. The aerial view shows the resort and all of the beautiful people that are at it. Only beautiful people at this Caribbean Paradise. Model worthy women in thong bikini's and men with more abs than brain cells flaunting their bodies in tight swim drunks. The camera shows two bartenders, one male and one female, smiling as they shake frozen drinks and pour them into equally frozen glasses, garnishing with citrus, and three giant TV screen's playing ESPN Deportes (captions were on, in English, you know--for the tourists).~
~There was a man in sunglasses and a silk shirt playing guitar and singing Marc Anthony, with a group of older women dancing around with their drink in one hand and their cell phone in the other.~
~There was a slight breeze that made the palm trees sway ever so slightly. Sitting in a cabaña chair by the Olympic sized wrap-around pool was someone reading the El Nacional newspaper, one of the most popular in all of the Dominican Republic. The headline on the front page read:
Hanari Carnes firma contrato con OCW, competirá en Florida! Artículo completo, página 7.
~We could only see the person's feet, as their face and torso were covered by the newspaper. There was a small table next to the cabanna chair with a glass ashtray, a lit Romeo y Julieta cigar sat nose tilted inside. Next to it was a rocks glass and a bottle of Don Julio 1942.~
~The newspaper had the OCW logo on the front page as well, with the caption:
OCW comprado por Tamika Strader. ¡Comienza la revolución femenil en la lucha libre!
~The newspaper is suddenly thrust down and we see the face of the Dominican Submission Machine, once dubbed "the most dangerous man in the world" while in XWF, Hanari Carnes. He smiles and winks at the camera, picking up his cigar and taking a puff. Setting down the newspaper, he takes a sip of his Don Julio 1942 and sets it back down, puffing his cigar again.
"¡Hola! Mi nombre es Hanari Carnes. ¡Rompiendo brazos y rompiendo corazones, vengo a cambiar la 'cultura' en OCW, para siempre!"
Closed Captions: "Hello! My name is Hanari Carnes. Breaking arms and breakings hearts, I am coming to change the 'culture' in OCW, forever!"
~He takes another puff of his cigar, and blows a smoke ring. A hot women in a small bikini comes over and sits on the edge of his cabaña chair. He smiles at her, ashes his cigar and puts a hand on her leg. The OCW camera pans out over the resort as it fades to the Dominican Flag.~
”FULL AUTO” FELIX DRIVE (0-0) VS ROBERT UCHIHA (IDK Probably Bad)
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Hailing from ‘The Village Hidden In The Ring’, whatever the hell that means, weighing in at a whopping 150lbs... ROBERT UCHIHA!
~As the arena is filled with the sound of pure Weeb energy that is the song "Deja Vu" by Initial D, the fans in attendance pull out their waifu body pillows and Robert Uchiha hits the stage. He starts weaving hand signs at break neck speed. He then punches in place as he, and the crowd, let out a rush of "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA". The crowd is hyped, and the weeb that is Robert Uchiha walks down the ramp, hand ever ready on his trusty katana that he got from a flea market for a whopping $2,600. As he enters the ring he unsheathes his blade and shows his expertise the ancient arts of the sword via spasmatic spinning motions. The crowd eats it up. He begins to slice the air in front of him in his almighty power stance. He sheathes his blade and bows, as the crowd scream Japanese phrases showing their love for the anime icon, Robert Uchiha.~
Hood: This guy still works here?
Smith: Yeah, I guess so!
Belvedere: And his opponent... making his OCW debut... hailing from Salt Lake City, Utah weighing in at 186lbs... “FULL AUTO” FELIX DRIVE!!!!!!!!!
~The lights go out and the arena goes silent. The guitar intro of Paranoid plays, and the lights begin to strobe, and as soon as the lyrics begin, a spotlight focuses on Felix, while the lights continue strobing. Felix runs up the ramp, giving high fives to the ramp side audience, then points finger guns at the OCWtron, triggering a burst of white pyro to fall from the sky and the OCWtron turning onto his entrance video. Felix then slides into the ring and takes a lap around, sitting down in the corner he started in to await his opponent.
Smith: This Felix’s debut here in OCW!
Hood: He’ll do fine, it’s Chinchilla after all.
~DING DING DING~
~Felix and Robert circle each other and move in to an old school test of strength that Felix takes control of, bringing his knee up into Robert’s gut. Felix brings an elbow down hard into the back of Robert’s head and he falls to a knee.~
Smith: Felix taking control right out of the gate!
Hood: I would say wake up when they go-go but you’ll be waking me up before I can even fall asleep.
~Felix bounces of the ropes and flips in the air with a somersault-leg-drop-combo getting a good rise out of the OCW Faithful! Felix is back up to his feet quick, and sends a foot down onto the forehead of Uchiha not letting up by following it with straddling Robert’s chest and throws left and rights into the poor anime loving bastard’s face.~
Smith: Felix Drive is just going “Full Auto” on him!
Hood: (staring at Smith) Really? Putz.
~Felix pulls Robert up his hair and whips into the corner. He lines him up and goes charging in with the QUICKDRAW(charges the opponent up in the corner, and delivers a knee, followed by a TKO). He hooks the leg as Puff drops to make the pinfall.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall....”FULL AUTO” FELIX DRIVE!!!!!!!!!!
Smith: And big debut win for Felix Drive over Robert Uchiha!
Hood: Let me know when he faces a certified PROUD AND STRONG roster member, and maybe I will give a shit.
Smith: You seem extra ornery tonight. What’s up? Not enough hugs as a kid?
Hood: That hoe Alice Knight is on the card tonight.
Smith: Ahh, well I for one am super excited!
Hood: Do not put on that stupid costume again.
Smith: You are no fun. Stay tuned folks, we have the former Goon 83, Chris Grayson, squaring up against Brooke Blakely after this short break!
Hood: I wonder if this goon can actually wrestle?
Tamika Strader: It’s open.
~The OCW Faithful begin to boo as the OCW Champion “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu walks inside, one crutch under his arm, and the OCW title over his other arm.~
Tamika Strader: Ah, the Champ. Please, have a seat.
Matt Meyhu: Don't mind if I do!
~Meyhu hobbles over and sits down in front of her desk while Tamika continues to “putter” around the office, removing photos and items that belong to Marcus Welsh. Meyhu attempts to put his foot up on the desk but catches a look that prompts him to stop.~
Tamika Strader: So, you had quite the night last week. A homecoming of sorts, running into an old friend, and eventually being bitten by a snake. You would think Lexi Gold was working here again.
Matt Meyhu: Lexi who?
~Tamika turns to look at him and just smiles as she finally sits behind her desk.~
Tamika Strader: Snake lover. Anyway, not important, what is important is your health-status. So, where are we at with it?
Matt Meyhu: Well, I'm using this thing to help me get around if that's any indication. Doctor is concerned. I'm not. Should be fine in a few weeks time. Just need this swelling to go down. It's pretty gross, wanna see?
Tamika Strader: No need. Well, that’s a problem Matt. I am not Marcus Welsh. Part of the reason OCW has had money issues has to do with him letting injured stars wrestle, the medical bills that have piled on because they have damn near crippled us, and has in the past. There was a time when OCW was doing shows out of high school gymnasiums and surviving by thread. I can’t in good conscience have you go out there on the 26th to defend the title in your current condition.
Matt Meyhu: That's fair, I get it. So we'll do this thing on Massacre sometime in the future?
~The Strader Sneer creeps its way across her face and she leans back in her chair.~
Tamika Strader: We aren’t going to postpone a World title match. Last time that happened, the acting Commissioner got a lot of heat, and it wasn’t smart business. And we aren’t amateur hour, Interim Champions is the dumbest thing to happen in this business. So you can either vacate the championship, or I can strip you of it.
Matt Meyhu: I changed my mind, that's not fair! Take a minute and think this through. I just got back. This is important to me. I need this. I was finally about to break through with these people. I'm being sabotaged here! Who planted these snakes in the first place? That's what we should be thinking about!
Tamika Strader: I’m not an unfair boss, Matt. When you are 100% healthy, you will always have a spot on the roster and I personally promise you will be first in line to face whoever the champion may be. I am sorry it comes down to this, but OCW is heading in a new direction, one that benefits everyone, not just a handful.
Matt Meyhu: You're serious? You're just going to go on without me? I don't think that benefits anyone! Well fine! I'll remember you said that. I'll be back for what's mine!
~Meyhu stands up.~
Matt Meyhu: You haven't seen the last of me!
~Meyhu hobbles away as quickly as he can. Tamika calmly looks on as he exits the room. The door opens again and he limps back in, over to the desk, and sets the OCW title on top of it. He heads for the exit once again.~
Matt Meyhu: Previous comment still stands!
~He closes the door behind him. We fade back to ringside to Hood and Smith.~
Hood: How can she just strip the man of his title like that?!
Smith: Well, Ms Strader is putting the health and safety above everything else. That’s refreshing.
Hood: This isn’t Classic OCW, baby!
Smith: Maybe not, but she did promise a shot whenever he is back and 100% healthy! That seems fair to me!
Hood: It’s bullshit. Damn that Welsh and his love of ladyboys!
BROOKE BLAKELY (2-1) VS CHRIS GRAYSON (2-1)
~The arena is illuminated in a few red, white, and blue lights as "Atta Girl" by Lainey Wilson plays, Brooke Blakely walks out being accompanied by her girlfriend and valet, Miss Moskowitz.~
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first hailing from Houston, Texas accompanied by her girlfriend Ms. Moskowitz... BROOKE BLAKELY!!!!
~Brooke slaps fans hands as she slides in the ring, the six foot Miss Moskowitz walks up the steps and enters the ring. Brooke hands Miss Moskowitz her jacket and awaits her opponent.~
Belvedere: And her opponent...hailing from New York City... he is formally the 83rd Goon... CHRIS GRAYSON!!!!
~”Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode starts to play as Chris Grayson makes his way down to the ring.~
Smith: Both of future stars of OCW looking to get on the right track tonight!
Hood: Only one can be PROUD AND STRONG
~DING DING DING~
~The two circle one another, as the slightly larger Chris Grayson then stands still in the ring, just staring at Brooke, who smirks and lunges in for a lockup. The pair circle the ring in the collar lockup, and just as it seems Brooke has the upper hand, Grayson breaks the hold and delivers a strong kick to the stomach of Blakely, doubling her over. He then grabs her by the hair and slams her head back onto the mat, the crowd not liking it one bit, as Tuff, the ref for the match, warns Grayson about the hair pull. Grayson doesn't even react, just leans over to pick Brooke up. When he does, Blakely fires back with some elbow shots to the temple, backing Grayson up a bit, then delivers a European uppercut that levels former Goon 83, knocking him down to the mat. Brooke picks him up and whips him into the corner, following it up with a clothesline. Grayson staggers out of the corner, and Brooke tries for a hurrinicarana, but Grayson holds onto her legs, hitting a sit down powerbomb. Tuff is there for the cover.~
1!
KICKOUT!
Smith: Brooke wants to keep things in her pace, but Grayson not having any of that.
Hood: I'm telling ya, this Chris Grayson, he isn’t just a Goon anymore.
~Brooke rolls over, attempting to get to her feet. Grayson attempts a clothesline, but Brooke ducks hitting some sidekicks to Grayson's legs. She hits the ropes and delivers a nice step up enziguri. Brooke goes for the cover.
1!
KICKOUT!
Hood: Oh, come on Blakely, it’s going to take more than that to take out this guy. He was a Goon afterall!
Smith: True, but not a bad way to start.
~Brooke waits as Grayson gets to his feet, she grabs him and whips him into the corner, she then runs and hops up onto his shoulders, attempting a victory roll, but Grayson grabs onto her legs, sitting down into an electric chair style facebuster, Brooke's face hitting the mat with a thud.~
Hood: Hey, maybe that's an improvement for her.
Smith: Do you always have to be a dick?
~ Grayson stands up over a fallen Brooke and presses his boot down over her neck, as she kicks and struggles to get air. As the crowd boos, Grayson tilts his head back in laughter. After picking her up from the mat, Grayson delivers some solid chops and kicks, backing Brooke into a corner. He then grabs her in a bear hug, turning, and drilling her into the mat with a spinebuster. Grayson hooks the leg for the cover.
1!
2!!
SHOULDER UP!
Smith: So close! Brooke had the air taken right out of her with that move.
Hood: You'd be full of air too if you were a human blow up doll.
Smith: You're really walking on thin ice.
~Grayson picks Brooke up and cinches her for a snap suplex, delivering it with authority. Grayson then kneels down by Brooke and begins a deliberate choke with his right hand, clasping it as tight as he can around her throat, the crowd once again giving Grayson hell for his tactics. Tuff makes the count, as Grayson releases it just at the last second. Brooke is coughing and rolling over onto her stomach, grabbing onto the ropes to get back to her feet. Grayson waits and runs at Brooke, who delivers a beautiful crescent kick right to the face of her opponent, rocking him backwards. Brooke wastes no time, running the ropes again, this time leaping into the air and catching Grayson in a DDT, turning and drilling his skull into the mat. Brooke goes for the cover.~
1!
2!!
3NO-SHOULDER UP!
Smith: A beautiful DDT by Blakely, Grayson looks out of it!
Hood: Guess the gymnast thing is paying off.
~Brooke begins climbing the turnbuckle as Grayson rolls over to his back. She leaps off with an elbow drop, but Grayson sits straight up, Blakely crashing into the mat on her elbow. Blakely clutches it in pain as Grayson shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs. Aggressively, he yanks Brooke to her feet, almost staring a whole through her. He sees referee Tuff in the picture and tosses her into him, Tuff crashing into the turnbuckle, hitting the mat, motionless.~
Smith: Come on! That was totally unnecessary!
Hood: I disagree. Grayson has to do what he has to do.
~Brooke seems less affected, but annoyed by the idea of being bullied by a former Goon, especially the 83rd Goon. She turns to swing at him, but he ducks. On the turnaround Grayson unleashes his blood spit to the face of Brooke, totally covering gymnast turned wrestlers face, blinding her. He then grabs her by the hair and delivers a brutal double arm DDT, Brooke’s head bouncing off the mat. The Grayson goes for the cover, as Tuff slowly crawls over for the cover.~
Smith: No, not this way!
Hood: Yes way! Be your own man, Grayson!
1!
2!!
3NO-SHOULDER UP!
~Grayson is furious and begins stomping away at Brooke. He picks her up and whips her into the corner. Grayson charges in and is met by her boot to his face. With Grayson staggered, Brooke hops onto the second rope and leaps off with a missile dropkick. Grayson is down, but manages to get to his feet, Brooke gets on the apron and springboards over it, turning it midair into a tornado DDT, planting Grayson.
Smith: Someone should check the mat for damage after that!
Hood: You might be right.
~Brooke stops and wipes the blood spit at her off her face as best as she can, some of it still in her hair. To say she looks pissed would be an understatement. She stalks Grayson as he tries to rise to his feet.~
Smith: Brooke looks to have some bad intentions on her mind here!
Hood: I usually like women with bad intentions, but her, no way.
~Brooke points to the turnbuckle, hopping up in one single motion. She leaps off with THE FRENZIED SPIRIT (630 Splash). Brooke rolls back over Grayson and goes for the pin.
1!
2!!
3!!
Belvedere: The winner via pinfall.... BROOKE BLAKELY!!!!
Smith: Wow, fastpaced match that could’ve gone either way!
Hood: Grayson needs a bit more fine tuning, but proving to be a better wrestler than the beloved Ball-Ball!
Smith: Both of these competitors have a chance to make names for themselves here in OCW!
Hood: PROUD AND STRONG!
~Jenny Myst walks out onto the ramp way. The new free-agent is making her second appearance on OCW television, this time to debut her smash hit talk show. One thing she does not have, however, is the XWF Television Title.~
~Jenny walks out to the living room style set up that is on the ramp. Big white comfy chairs and a small glass coffee table with two mugs. One that says QUEEN and one that says OTHER. She is in a fantastic pink dress with sparkles, and sits in the HOST chair, crossing her legs. She has a microphone in hand and index cards.~
Jenny Myst: "HELLO FLORIDA!!!!!"
~The OCW crowd roars.~
Jenny Myst: "The hottest--literally--free agent in the business has arrived! Since I do not have a wrestling contract here yet, but I do get paid for appearances, I figured why not bring the number one talk show in wrestling right here to the Florida Keys!"
~The crowd cheers again. Jenny smirks.~
Jenny Myst: "So, ya'll cheer for the bad guy here, huh?"
~They go nuts again.~
Jenny Myst: "Not surprised.....just look at your governor."
~That drew some boos.~
Jenny Myst: "There we go! You probably already notice that my perfect waist is a bit....bare....compared to last week, mm? Well when I came on the show last week I was XWF Television Champion for the third time. I knew I was coming here, or going somewhere, and as much as I am a bitch, I am respectful to the business that helped to make me what I am today. I was not going to get hung up in legal proceedings and start a war between two companies over a third rate belt that I didn't even want to begin with. So I passed the torch to Dolly Waters. She will have the opportunity now to take over women's wrestling and bring it to new heights. She has a chance to expand upon the foundation that I laid and run with it! Now, I am here to set new records and reach new heights and show the wrestling world that Jenny is truly World Championship material.....an opportunity that, in seven years, I never got over there."
~The crowd is buzzing.~
OCW Faithful: "YOU DESERVE IT" CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP "YOU DESERVE IT" CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Jenny Myst: "But enough about me, you'll be seeing and hearing from me more than your fair share. Tonight, I wanted to make a splash. Tonight, I wanted to bring on somebody who is not just a big name, but as of now the BIGGEST name on this roster. Someone who has been in contact with me, recruited me here, and told me how much better---err---different--things were than the XWF. That woman is the boss, TAMIKA STRADER!"
~Boss Lady walks out onto the ramp to a massive ovation. She walks over and Jenny stands up. The two hug, and then sit back down.~
~Tamika smiles at Jenny as she sits in the chair across from her, picking up the guest microphone.~
Jenny Myst: "Tamika Strader.........how does it feel to be on Television's Number One Show?"
Tamika Strader: Classic OCW, baby!
Jenny Myst: "Mmmmhmm....I think you know what I was getting at. Well, I made a shift last minute because I have a bone to pick, missy.
Tamika Strader: Oh yeah?
Jenny Myst: "I was coming here under the impression we were going to link up. Vulgar Display of Power I believe you called it? You called and texted SO many times, telling me how good it will be and how we can turn wrestling on its ear.....well, now that poor Marcus has some personal issues and has to step away, you're the boss............so now, the stable is no more and I am left wondering if perhaps I left XWF by mistake....."
Tamika Strader: No, you didn’t. I will make it worth your while to help me rid this company of employees of the XWF.
Jenny Myst: "I see....I see....well I don't have an official contract. I was working on it with Marcus before his period came. I am signed up to do this talk show but in terms of being a contracted wrestler.......lets just say his check didn't have enough zero's."
~Tamika smiles a little, shrugging. The crowd is chanting.~
OCW Faithful: "PAY HER MORE, PAY HER MORE, PAY HER MORE!"
Tamika Strader: I can offer you a contract within the range of Vhodka Black and Dane Preston.
Jenny: "But anywaysssss.........tell us about your new digs! How's it feel to be the big girl on campus?! And how did you get this job----ooooooo did Marcus have a small peen? You HAD to have seen it! Tell us!"
Tamika Strader: I have ran brands for companies in the past, and I get my job by merit, not by my knees. I don’t know anything abut Welsh’s genitalia, you best ask his boyfriend Greg for a proper answer.
Jenny Myst: "And another thing I want to address. As you know, I was accosted here last week by some joker looking bitch in white makeup and some blonde bimbo who thinks she's cute. I mean, she is cute.....like Midwestern Wal-Mart on a Saturday afternoon cute. Under your leadership, I assume the inmates won’t be running the asylum and there will be some semblance of order around here?"
Tamika Strader: OCW is the Florida Man of wrestling promotions, but at the end of the day you have to skill to compete here. Only the best survive in OCW, and as long as you treat the roster right, they fall in line.
~Jenny smiles.~
Jenny Myst: "Now that that business is handled, lets get into the business that the people who pay their government given money to come see your shows want to know. When is Jenny Myst's first match, and which title is it for?"
Tamika Strader: Well - - -
~Just as Tamika is finishing her sentence the lights go off in the arena.~
Smith:: Uh oh!
Hood: This crazy bitch! Hasn't she ruined enough already?!
Smith:: Jenny is here to "save the OCW" but she is about to pay for her sins, hood!
Hood: Maybe she'll sell me that Escalade stretch!
~Jenny jumps off the chair, and gets into a fighting stance. She is looking all around, paranoid that the demon will show up out of nowhere.~
Jenny Myst: "COME ON SYNN! COME ON YOU FREAK! BRING IT HERE!"
~She flips over the glass table in a rage.~
Smith:: I think SYNN is in Myst's head here. She's all out of sorts.
Hood: But where is she?! Last time we lost sight of that bitch she stole the damn employee fridge!
~Just then the QUEENS COURT letters on the screen begin to melt off. ~
~We see SYNN's laughing face, somewhere in a dark room.~
~The scene cuts to a trash can in that same dark room. It's on fire. The camera jerks, as if SYNN grabs it from the camera man, and it is brought over to the can. Inside, we see a barbie doll burning. A cackle can be heard as the barbies face melts off into black sludge.~
~Tamika is still in the ring when we return from break with the Queens Court setup dismantled. ~
Smith: The Faithful seem to be ok with Ms Strader stripping Meyhu for health reasons.
Hood: The Faithful aren’t always the brightest. After all, they willingly live in Florida.
~Belvedere hands her the microphone, and she thanks him, letting the OCW faithful quiet down.~
Ok, I have a few things to address here tonight as we get closer to “You Can Do It” concerning the Craze Championship, the Tag Team Championships, the World Championship and the Massacre championship as well!
Smith: Hmm, wonder what her plans are?
Hood: I am sure that gash is about to tell us.
~Tamika turns to look at Hood, and he plays innocent. She’s a mother, she can hear everything, ya know?~
Tamika Strader: First, we all know that the main event of our upcoming PPV is for both the World and Craze Championships, but the Craze is only for the night, and that title will be awarded to whoever wins between Delia Black and the dreaded TBA! So, I have decided that with her win over the former Goon Chris Grayson, Brooke Blakely will face Delia Black with the winner of that match to be crowned the Craze Champion on the following Massacre!
~The OCW Faithful pop with approval and Tamika continues on.~
Tamika Strader: Next I have decided that we aren’t looking outside of OCW for a tag team to take on the Hall of Fame pairing of Plethora and Alice. Delia Black will be pulling double duty as The Influence will face the champions Bifford and The Beast!
Smith: Personally, I am glad we aren’t looking outside of OCW for a team. That’s how we ended up with the wrestling equivalent of herpes in the Brotherhood of Bastards!
Hood: I love those Bastards!
Smith: Takes one to know one.
Tamika Strader: Now, last week we saw Moonlight Rose interfere in Leo’s one and only match against Dane Preston, giving Dane the ‘L’ to start off his OCW career… so on the 26th, Crash Rodriguez will defend his OCW Paradigm Championship against Moonlight Rose…
Smith: is she rewarding Rose for interfering?
Hood: Classic OCW, baby!
~ The OCW faithful cheer but are unsure of what Tamika is doing with this particular match up. The sneer of her family creeps across her face.~
Tamika Strader: and Dane Preston will be officiating the match!
~The Faithful pop loudly as Tamika just nods her head in approval.~
Smith: I guess Tamika still has a soft spot for Crash because of baby Bash, and Moonlight finally gets a bit of the spotlight but has to contend with Dane who I am sure is still pretty pissed at Rose!
Hood: Hmm, maybe Tamika won’t be that bad!
Tamika Strader: Now before I get to the main event, I want to talk about the OCW Massacre Championship for a minute… Starting immediately there are rewards for successful defences of said championship. For every defence, a title shot can be earned by trading in the championship. If you all look to the OCWTron, you’ll see what I mean.
~The OCW Arena roars in approval, making Tamika smile.~
Smith: Oh wow! The Massacre Championship has become a true stepping stone to other championships within the company!
Hood: I don’t hate. Only the PROUD AND STRONG can achieve greatness!
Tamika Strader: Now, it’s time to reveal who Harmon Egan will be facing at “You Can Do It” on the 26th, right here in Key West… Now, it wasn’t an easy decision to have Matt Meyhu vacate the OCW Championship but I have been tasked to make OCW profitable and I can’t do that with outrageous medical bills being piled on top of big name signings like the Vhoda Blacks and Dane Prestons of the world. Last week, it was announced that former champion, PIC, would take on Vhodka Black for the number one contender spot. I’m afraid I have to veto that match.
~The OCW Faithful start to boo at the decision made.~
Smith: This doesn’t seem to be a popular decision.
Hood: Told ya, dumb gash.
Tamika Strader: Let me finish… Harmon will face PIC…and Vhodka Black!!!
~The boos turn to cheers rather quickly with PIC chants starting in the arena as well as Vhodka ones.~
Smith: Wow! What a main event! Harmon Egan has quite the challenge in front of him now! As does PIC and the infamous Vhodka Black!
Hood: That is completely unfair to Harmon Egan!
Smith: But 100% entertaining for the OCW Faithful!
Tamika Strader: With how Plethora forced himself into the Pyramid last month, I felt it was only fair that at least two of the final four get one more chance to claim all the glory and gold at “You Can Do It.” I have taken enough of your time and I have a lot of paperwork to complete. Please enjoy the rest of the show!
~”Four Little Diamonds” starts back up as Tamika heads to the back.~
Smith: Wow, what a stacked card we have for the 26th at the local Funplex, right here in Key West, Florida!
Hood: Completely unfair to Harmon Egan. He deserves better than this!
Smith: Harmon may be part of the Brotherhood, but I am sure he is relishing the competition that both the former TransAtlantic Champion Vhodka Black and former OCW Champion PIC are going to bring to the main event! It’s gonna be one hell of a show!
Hood: Whatever.
Smith: Up next is PIC versus Alice Knight, right after these messages!!!
PIC (28-5) VS ALICE KNIGHT (14-5)
~The intro to "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the outdoor speakers system as the crowd erupts in cheers.~
Belvedere: Now making his way to the ring, originally from Charleston, South Carolina and weighing in at 232 pounds... PIC!!!
~The crowd jumps to their feet and begin to dance and sing along as PIC runs out onto the ramp.~
You, you got a nasty reputation
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!
RAISE YOUR HANDS!
~PIC joins them in singing the verse, then thrusts his first in the air as the first "Raise Your Hands" hits. He then sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring, where he drops to one knee and gives a double gun salute. He takes a moment to himself, then stands and removes his vest and hands it to Puff.~
Smith: It’s weird seeing PIC walking to the ring without a belt around his waist.
Hood: Eh.. maybe if he wins this match he’ll get a shot at the Massacre title or something.
~ ”LEVEL" begins to play through out the OCW arena as the fans begin to 'hoot' like owls while they cheer their OCW hero. She makes her way out of the curtain and heads to the ring with a bubbly demeanor waving her hands and arms, flapping them like a bird. Someone in the crowd shouts, “CJ IS A BITCH!!!!!”~
Belvedere: And his opponent standing 5 feet 8 inches tall weighing in at 125 pounds. ALICE KNIGHT!!!!!!!!
~ 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 as she waits for the match to begin.~
Smith: Alice is one half of the tag team champions. She’s the Beast in beauty and the beast. I must say it’s a ridiculous idea tAlice would be considered a beast.
Hood: well think about it for a second. An owl is a bird, a bird is an animal, an animal is a beast.
Smith: If you put it that way….
Hood: Plus, she is the Anti-Christ!
~ PIC and Alice walk towards each other PIC reaches out his hand. Alice looks at him and isn’t sure what to do. She looks around at the crowd as they cheer. Alice grabs PIC’s hand and does a curtsy. And now PIC looks confused. Before PIC can move his hand away, Alice kicks him in the nuts and delivers a hard punch to the face that sends him backwards. ~
Hood: I thought for a minute there they were going to dance or something.
Smith: Very sneaky by Alice, she’s been picking up some bad behavior hanging out with Bifford.
~ PIC is leaning against the ropes as Alice rushes at him full speed and delivers a clothesline that sends him over the ropes and onto the floor. Alice does another curtsy as some fans cheer her while most of the crowd is chanting “Let’s go PIC!” as he gets up slowly and dusts himself off. ~
Smith: PIC hasn’t been able to get anything going as of yet.
Hood: Well he’d better get back in the ring before the ref counts to 10.
~ PIC is able to slide underneath the bottom rope as the ref reaches the 8 count. Alice greets him with a boot to the side of the head. She grabs him by his luscious hair and stands him up. Alice whips him towards the ropes, she leaps up for a drop kick, but PIC is able to dodge it. PIC immediately grabs one of her ankles and proceeds to do a series of chain wrestling holds~
Smith: PIC has Alice in a vicious headlock.
Hood: A vicious headlock? When has a headlock ever been vicious, it’s more like a boring headlock.
~ Alice screams as PIC continues to tighten the hold. Some of the crowd begins to chant, “HOOT!HOOT!HOOT!”. Alice manages to get a foot on the bottom rope and the ref forces PIC to release the hold. PIC lets her go as she rolls out of the ring.~
Smith: It’s Alice's turn to recuperate.
Hood: She’s just freshening up.
~ PIC mocks Alice by doing a curtsy of his own, she sticks her tongue out and then gives him the finger. PIC places his hands on the ropes and yells something to her, then he leaps off and connects with a crossbody on the outside. Both wrestlers writhe in pain on the ground. ~
Smith: I’m not sure if that hurt Alice more than it did PIC.
Hood: Yeah, that wasn’t a smart move by PIC.
~ Both wrestlers get up slowly as the ref has already counted to 6. PIC manages to grab the turnpost and pulls himself up. Alice uses a guardrail. Both wrestlers rush into the ring as the ref has the count at 9. They stare each other down in the center of the ring. Alice delivers a chop to PIC’s chest. PIC no-sells the move and delivers a chop of his own on Alice’s chest. ~
Smith: I think PIC just wanted to feel Alice’s boobs there.
Hood: Boobs? What boobs? Anti-Christ doesn’t have tits!
~ They chop each other back and forth, neither person getting a clear advantage until PIC parries a chop and delivers a headbutt. Alice grabs her forehead in pain as PIC delivers a standing enziguiri. PIC quickly rushes to make the pin. ~
1!!!!!!!
KICK OUT!!!
~ PIC stands Alice up and delivers a scoop slam followed by an elbow drop to the sternum. PIC grabs an arm and goes for an armbar but Alice counters the move and ends up on PIC’s back. She sits on his back and begins to smack the back of his head. The ref calls for her to stop and do some real wrestling.~
Smith: The crowd booing means they clearly don’t like Alice’s tactics so far.
Hood: Maybe they are booing the ref.
~ Alice has PIC in a frontface lock. She uses one arm to grab his hand, then delivers a swinging neck breaker. Alice goes for a quick pin.~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
~ Alice seizes momentum and hooks PIC in a Boston crab. She leans back to apply extra pressure. PIC reaches for the ropes but it is out of his reach. Alice screams as she leans back even further, hoping for PIC to tap out. PIC places both hands in a push up position, then reaches out in desperation, this time he’s able to grab a hold of the rope and the ref forces Alice release her grip.~
Smith: PIC might have tapped out there if Alice would have been able to hold on a little bit longer.
Hood: She should have put more pressure.
~ Alice has all the momentum as she grabs PIC and delivers a russian leg sweep. Alice does a kip up and then runs to the corner and climbs to the top. She flaps her arms and yells out “ HOOT HOOT” as PIC gets up to his feet. Alice leaps off and soars through the air like a majestic owl and connects with a missile drop kick. Alice quickly goes for the pin. ~
1!
KICK OUT!!!!!
~ Alice slams her fist on the mat, then grabs PIC and drags him towards the corner. Alice grabs his arm as she climbs the turnbuckle then begins to walk on the ropes. The crowd cheers clearly amazed at this show of agility by the Hall of famer. While still grabbing PIC’s arm she jumps down and delivers a ddt. Alice plays up for the crowd as she climbs the top rope again. She leaps off quickly with a frog splash, but PIC is able to lift his knees up. Alice rolls around in pain.~
Smith: Quick thinking by PIC.
Hood: Alice looked like an owl being shot down midair.
~ PIC stands up and shakes off the cobwebs, he then heads straight for Alice. PIC grabs her and executes a belly to belly suplex. He follows that up with a hip toss into a knee to the back of the neck. PIC gets pumped up as the cheering of the crowd gets louder. He stands Alice up and delivers a european uppercut and then goes for a cutter, but Alice is able to push him off. PIC is right back on his feet and blocks a punch attempt by Alice. He delivers a series of kicks, then spins around and connects with a discus clothesline that sends Alice over the ropes and onto the floor. PIC thinks about leaping off with another high risk maneuver but he changes his mind. Alice gets up slowly and is holding her side, she winces in pain. PIC waves for her to get in the ring. Alice flips him off again and turns towards the entrance ramp.~
Smith: looks like Alice has had enough of this.
Hood: Maybe she just needs to powder her nose.
~ PIC changes his mind again and springboards off the rope for a shooting star press, but Alice is able to dodge it and PIC lands hard on the concrete. Alice laughs maniacally as she sees PIC in pain. She grabs an arm and drags him back to the ring. Alice rolls PIC back into the ring. She places him in the center of the ring and then heads towards the turnbuckle again. She doesn’t flap her arms this time as she leaps off and connects with a huge frog splash. Alice grabs PIC and then delivers THE APACHE!!!!!!!!!! She goes for the pin.
1!
2!!
3!! NO!!!! SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!
Smith: I can’t believe PIC was able to get a shoulder up.
Hood: That looked like a slow count by the ref.
~ Alice thought she had the match won. She grabs PIC and then delivers another APACHE!!!! She goes for the pin again.~
1!!!!!!
2!!!!!!
3!! NO!!!! KICK OUT!!!
Smith: How did PIC kick out of that?
Hood: Seemed like another slow count by the ref.
~ Alice is frustrated, she stares down at PIC, and then decides to go back to the top rope.~
Smith: She’s tried everything and PIC just won’t quit.
Hood: I think she’s going for another frog splash.
~ PIC begins to stir as Alice goes to the top, she stumbles a bit giving him time to get up. PIC is on all fours in a swift motion he pushes up and leaps towards the turnbuckle. The movement of the ropes causes Alice to lose her balance. She tries to stay on her feet, but PIC has hold of the ropes now and shakes. Alice loses her balance and falls down to the ground. PIC is breathing heavily. The ref checks on PIC. PIC tries to use the ref to help himself up, but accidentally makes the ref lose his balance. The ref falls hard and smacks his head on the bottom turnpost. Alice is back up on her feet. Someone in the crowd hands her a jar of mustard. ~
Smith: Did someone just hand her a jar of mustard?
Hood: It's not the squeezable kind.
~ PIC goes to check on the ref. He doesn’t see Alice back in the ring behind him. Alice twists open the jar of mustard and dips a finger in and licks it.~
Smith: Gross. She didn’t even sanitize her hands. I’m not using that mustard.
Hood: Someone get me a hot dog!!!
~ Alice has an evil look on her face as she creeps slowly towards PIC. The crowd shouts at him “ TURN AROUND TURN AROUND!” He picks up the cue and turns around. Alice smacks him over the head with the jar of mustard. ~
Smith: PIC is laid out. He’s covered in mustard and blood.
Hood: yeah, I don’t like ketchup on my wiener.
~The ref begins to stir as Alice lays on top of PIC. He crawls towards them and makes the count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!
Hood: OH MY GOD!!! ALICE JUST BEAT PIC!! THE HUMANITY!
Smith: wait a minute..wait a minute.
~ The ref sees that PIC is covered in mustard, he sees a broken jar of mustard on the mat, he sees that Alice has mustard on her face. He leans over the ropes and waves his fingers in the air and says something to Belvedere. The BELL RINGS!!!~
Belvedere: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION!!! PIC!!!!!!!!
~ Alice is livid. She goes after the ref begins to wail away. OCW officials rush to get her off him as we cut to commercial.~
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 a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo
Dane F’n Preston: CUT THE MUSIC!
~Dane wastes no time climbing into the ring and waits for his music to stop playing. Some fans boo, other fans cheer, and a majority of them begin to chant LEO! LEO! LEO! Dane taps the microphone against his thigh, the impact making a loud THUMP, THUMP, THUMP over the PA system. Pacing the ring, Dane lets the crowd get their energy out before he lifts the mic up and begins to speak.~
Dane F’n Preston: In this business, you have to grab that brass ring any which way you can to get noticed, otherwise you’ll blend into the background. Well, Moonlight most certainly got herself noticed last week after she attacked me with a chair and cost me my victory over LEO. Let’s take a moment to address how that match even came to be, you see contrary to what Moonlight Rose thinks, I didn’t ask for that match or even seek LEO out. Over the course of a year or more, shots were taken at me, LEO would poke and hide, poke and hide, and like a harmless gnat, I let it happen. But then when Adi Goldblum actually met my price to come work for OCW, I jumped at the chance to work with my old friend Sahara, again. And, well, that went about as well as me trying to sell Satan a snowcone in Hell. I had no clue Sahara was on her way out the door and I hadn’t realized that my getting involved would cost her the Paradigm Championship. YOU’RE WELCOME BY THE WAY, CRASH!
After that, several weeks went by, there was no real word on what the plan was for me here, so I just minded my own business and did my thing. Until there was LEO, running his mouth again, and I took it personally this time. Adi reminded me that I took Daddy Goldblum’s money, but I hadn’t met my contractual obligations, so she decided to book me in a match with LEO so he and I could settle shit. What happened next is recent history. I lost a match I shouldn’t have and gained myself an unexpected rival. Which brings me back to Moonlight Rose, the hero who saved LEO from the big bully Dane F’n Preston. Darlin, LEO was not innocent. And after a year of listening to his bullshit, I couldn’t wait to shut him the fuck up. But I get why you did what you did. You didn’t want to see poor LEO wind up a blood smear in the middle of the ring. I commend you for your bravery and for doing what you thought was right. But no good deed goes unpunished, Moonlight, and neither will you… So if you want my RESPECT, why don’t you bring your ass down to this ring and EARN it?!?
~Dane gestures towards the stage as the crowd's attention redirects, the faithful talk amongst themselves awaiting Rose, and after a couple seconds she appears. chair tucked under the shoulder as she rips off the roll of wrist tape, she's ready for a fight. She walks down to the ring and slides in chair in hand.~
Dane F’n Preston: A chair…again? You better knock me out or kill me with that damn thing or I’m gonna make you regret–
~Interrupted, Dane drops the mic and catches the incoming chair, intended to take his head clean from his shoulders. Yanking the chair from Moonlight Rose’s hands with one hand, Dane pushes her back with the other, before raising the chair up to swing at her this time. Moonlight steps back with hardly so much as a flinch. Dane shakes his head and tosses the chair out of the ring and reaches down to pick the mic up, when he is fully upright he catches a hard right to the jaw, staggering him back a bit.~
Dane F’n Preston: I’ll admit it, you’ve got a set of stones in that tiny body of yours. But I’m warning you now, you hit me again and I’m gonna drop your ass…
~BAM! Moonlight throws another hard right, staggering Dane back even further this time. Without so much as a warning Preston explodes forward, delivering a vicious clothesline to Rose’s head and neck, dropping her straight on her ass. As Rose shakes the stars from her vision, Preston stalks around the ring.~
Dane F’n Preston: Why Rose, why? You’re supposed to be the hero of this story. Valiantly saving the damsel in distress from the Wolf, instead you’re running around here attacking me like you’re the Wolf…
~Slowly getting back to her feet, Rose tongues at her freshly bloodied lip, a wry smile and a crooked eyebrow creeps onto her face. Stepping forward, Rose spat blood at Dane’s face and shirt, but considering the difference in height, she only managed to spit blood on his shirt. Dane stood there for a moment, stunned, as he slowly looked down at his bloodied shirt, then eyes Rose, who's still on unsteady legs. Dane nods his head and starts forward. Still ready for a fight, Rose gets her hands up, but Dane stops chest to nose with Rose, and leans down to look her in the eyes.~
Dane F’n Preston: Like I was saying, I’m going to make you regret getting involved in something that had nothing to do with you. But ask yourself this, who cares enough about you to come save you from what I’m going to do to you when we finally have a sanctioned match. Who’s going to be your hero, Emiko?
~With eyes wide at the mention of her name, the name only those close to her are allowed to use, Rose shoves Dane away from her with what strength she could muster. Dane nods his head, impressed with Rose’s gumption, when he thrusts his arm forward, planting the mic firmly into Rose’s midsection, staggering her back, before taking his leave from the ring.~
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DIANA WATTS© (6-5) VS NATURAL ICE BECKMAN (5-2)
Belvedere: Our next match is the main event of the evening and is for the OCW Massacre Championship... Introducing first... The Challenger...
Smith: This should a great contest, as Diana starts to make her way towards a shot at another title depending when she decides to trade in the title!
Hood: Or Beckman makes his way by beating Diana tonight.
~The arena crowd is standing or sitting around, with a few random signs held up by the drunkest or Naturalist of fans. Then laughter echos the arena as "Feel Good INC." by Gorillaz hits the PA system. With the intro music comes a mixed reaction of cheers, boos, and confusion from the collection of fans. Suddenly with a boom of smokey white pyros
out comes ICE.~
Belvedere: Hailing from Foam Lake, Wisconsin...Natural ICE Beckman!
~Through the thick cloud of white pyros comes ICE Beckman. He finishes a beer, wipes his thick red beard clean of foam, and descends toward the ring. After some playful moments with the ringside fans, ICE climbs into the ring and finds himself in a corner to wait for the bell the ring.~
Belvedere: And his opponent...
~So Easy hits in the arena. Green strobe lights give the arena a mild headache as Diana Watts walks out from the curtain, Massacre Championship around her waist.~
Belvedere: Hailing from East Cleveland, Ohio she is the reigning OCW Massacre Champion... she is... DIANA WATTS!!!!!!!
~She slowly walks down to the ring avoiding fan reactions. She slides into the ring and stretches her arms and rubs her knuckles together ready for the match to begin.~
Smith: Watts looks ready to go!
Hood: We’ll see who is PROUD AND STRONG!
~DING DING DING~
~Diana and Beckman tie up and are locked in both a battle of wills as well as strength. Beckman reaches out with his foot connecting with Diana's knee causing her to stumble slightly into a side headlock from Beckman. He slightly releases the hold, but uses the momentum of his closing arms to further wrench the hold onto Diana's neck. The pain is obvious in her eyes as she contemplates her escape from the hold. She is back to her feet as Beckman tries to force her back to the mat.~
Smith: Diana doing all she can to hold onto the Massacre Championship!
Hood: Will be one the hardest titles to hold onto, and with Tamika’s announcement about it earlier, people are gonna try really hard to hold on to it for as long as they can.
~Diana pushes Beckman into the ropes, but he manages to hold onto the side headlock. Grabbing him under his legs, she lifts Beckman into the air and he flips over backwards, releasing the side headlock on Diana; she stumbles forward slightly before catching herself. Beckman is up grabbing at both his back, shoulder blades, and the back of his head; he seems to have hit every part on the mat.~
Smith: Beckman putting all he has into winning this thing!
Hood: Just imagine the comic strips!
~Diana stalks her prey, Beckman. He is on his knees with his back to Diana as she delivers a massive boot kick to the middle of his shoulder blades and Beckman is face down on the mat. Not letting him get any rest, she is on top with a half Boston crab, pulling as far back as she can. Beckman cries out in pain, but reaches the ropes red faced and sweating. Quickly releasing the hold, she turns to pulling him back into the middle of the ring, where she hooks on a sharpshooter submission hold.~
Smith: Watts pulling everything out of the move bag tonight!
Hood: No fart joke is gonna win a match, but a sharpshooter might.
~Beckman begins a crawl towards the ropes, but Diana is having none of that as she releases the hold to pull him to the far ropes and hooks in the hold, making Beckman crawl all the way across the ring to the far side ropes while being in the reapplied sharpshooter. Beckman is half way across the ring, digging for every inch, but not giving up just yet, he digs yet another inch. He finally reaches the ropes, but to no rest, Diana is quickly back on him with a surfboard in the middle of the ring, again Beckman cries out in huge amounts of pain.~
Smith: Watts is really putting it all on the line tonight!
Hood: Maybe she is realizing what it takes to be PROUD AND STRONG!
~Diana drops the hold for a traditional abdominal stretch, where she can and drops repeated elbows to the ribs of Beckman. Beckman looks dead in the hold, until he grasps the leg of Diana and somehow manages to flip her up and backwards and he rolls the leg for a pin.
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Smith: Close one! Watts almost lost it!
Hood: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.
~Diana kicks out and the look on her face is not one of happiness, but Beckman has somehow managed his feet as well and the two stare at each other. Beckman winces as Diana glowers at her adversary.~
Smith: And she is back on him!
Hood: Might be hope for her yet!
~Beckman charges at Diana, who is surprised at the boldness of his attack and therefore is taken by surprise as Beckman delivers a right and left jab combination forcing her into the corner. Beckman has Diana backed into the corner and chops her chest with vigor and determination. The sound of his chops reverberates through the arena as the OCW Faithful in the arena chant along with each slap. Diana cringes as her chest becomes beet red from the chops and she tries to block them. Beckman reaches up and connects with a knife edge chop to the face of Diana and she is stunned as her eyes go wide in shock. The shock is short lived as she tries to fight back, knowing that if she gets him on his stomach again, it will be over, Beckman reaches deep down into his energy levels. Right hand, left hand, right elbow, left elbow is the beginning of the moves that Beckman releases to Diana, who is still in the corner.~
Smith: Beckman showing he still has fight in him!
Hood: What was Cheasy’s over/under?
~Another right hand, left hand, right forearm, left forearm, right elbow, left elbow to Diana, foot stomp to the knee of Beckman and the barrage is stopped as Beckman grabs his knee. Beckman reaches down, still holding his knee, but uses the momentarily lack of offense from Diana to grab her and shoulder block her into the corner. Beckman kicks her in the stomach again. He hits the ropes and then a sunset flip.~
1!
KICKOUT!
~Diana rolls back, jumps up and rushes Beckman, shoulder blocking him before he can move with a burst of desperate adrenaline. Diana picks him up and scoop slams him. She picks him up and tries for a powrslam, but Beckman wiggles out and gets behind her quickly. Beckman gets her in a headlock. Diana slams her elbow into Beckman’s stomach and as he bends over, she rolls him over for the pin, TLS style.~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
~Diana grabs Beckman and heaves him up for a power bomb. She tries for a pin.~
1!
2!!
SHOULDER UP!
Smith: Watts going all out with two back-to-back pin attempts!
Hood: She might pull this off. Think I can change my Sportsbook bet?
~Diana picks him up and goes for a powerslam and again, Beckman kicks her in the stomach. Diana grabs her stomach and Beckman pulls her legs out, landing Diana in a face slam. Diana starts to climb to her hands and knees. Beckman runs into the corner and jumps up onto the second rope, jumps back and turns around in midair. He leg drop’s Diana's face back onto the mat. He gets up and climbs up top again. Diana also gets up and shakes the ropes, causing Beckman to fall onto his groin. Diana grabs him and uses her adrenaline to powerslam him off the top almost across the ring. She walks over to Beckman and picks him up. Beckman kicks Diana in the ribs several times and continues holding her head. Beckman backs up into a turnbuckle and climbs up. He tries for the tornado DDT and again Diana doesn't side steps him. This time she heaves him up for a Northern Lights suplex. Beckman spins and lands on his feet and plants Diana with a swinging DDT, but Diana circles around and reverses into another Northern Lights suplex. As Beckman pulls himself up, Diana curb stomps him! He rises back out of muscle memory and is met with WATTS KICKIN (Running Big Boot). She falls on top of him, hooking the leg!~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... AND STILL MASSACRE CHAMPION...DIANA WATTS!!!!!!!
~Watts is handed her championship and she looks shocked at first but it quickly fades into confidence as she thrusts the belt high up in the air.~
Smith: Four more defences and she can trade the championship in for a shot at the OCW title!
Hood: Proving she’s PROUD and STRONG! But that Beckman is going to be a champion here before long!
Smith: Still, I bet he rather of won this match and make a series of successful defences for a greater prize!
Hood: The GM shaking things up. Seems like she has bigger balls than Welsh ever did.
Smith: Damnit, I really hate agreeing with you, but you just might be right.
Matt Meyhu: Let’s go driver.
~Matt leans back in his seat, looking like he’s trying to settle in, but still casting glances about the cabin. He waits a moment, and then scowls when the car still hasn’t moved. Leaning in towards the partition again, he wraps on it louder this time.~
Matt Meyhu: Driver?! I’m in! Let’s go!
~Now, looking highly dissatisfied, he slumps back in his seat. But still the car doesn’t move. Matt looks as though he’s about to knock on the partition again when the door in the partition suddenly snaps open. Matt stops short, looking befuddled. But then, his befuddled expression turns to fear as a trio of snakes pass through the opening in the partition!
Matt Meyhu: No, no, no! NOT AGAIN!
~Matt goes for the door handle, but it won’t budge! The door refuses to open!~
Matt Meyhu: What the fuck?!!
~Matt jostles the handle some more as panic steps in and more serpents spill into the back of the limo. The snakes start to form a writhing mass on the floor as Matt picks his legs up and starts ramming his shoulder into the door. But it’s still not budging! A rattlesnake starts to peek its head up onto the seat and Matt utters another obscenity at the sight of it. Finally, he rears onto his back and starts kicking out at the window, trying to break open a means of escape. But more and more snakes are being drawn by the commotion.~
Matt Meyhu: COME ON! FUCKING BREAK!
~Just then, one of the snakes hisses, rears back and darts at his shoulder! It lands a vicious bite, causing Matt to cry out in pain. He lets out another mighty kick, and finally the window gives way and shatters. Matt wastes no time crawling towards the opening, but as he does another snake launches itself at him, biting him on the back of the leg. Matt barks out another yell as he passes through the broken window and collapses on the ground. Crawling away from the limo, he calls out for help.~
Matt Meyhu: HEY! I NEED HELP! HELP! GODDAMMIT!
~His cries draw the attention of a couple of crew members working the lot, who rush over to him as the shot returns to ringside.~
Smith: For the second broadcast in a row Meyhu has been attacked by snakes! What the hell is going on?!
Hood: I think it’s time to call a spade a spade! It’s got to be Harmon Egan!
Smith: What?! Why?!
Hood: Oh, would you think about it for half a second dumbass? Who has been conspicuously absent the last two episodes of Massacre? Huh? And who was set to face Meyhu for the title in mere weeks before he was forced to vacate? It’s obvious, but the plan was already in motion.
Smith: This just doesn’t seem like something Harmon would do though and Meyhu vacated the title earlier this evening. And even if he wanted to, I doubt his manager Corey Smith would go along with it.
Hood: Well then who do you suggest is behind this?
Smith: I…I guess I don’t know. But a man like Matt Meyhu has certainly garnered his fair share of enemies. It could be any number of people.
Hood: Or it’s a parting gift from Harmon Egan.
Smith: Or….you could be correct. Either way, we’re once again out of time. Tune in next time for the go home show! Goodnight everyone!
