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Canada Life Centre Winnipeg, Manitoba October 10th, 2022

~ Leo walks towards the Canada Life Centre, home of the former Atlanta Thrashers, the Winnipeg Wannabe-Jets, whistling and swinging his keys in his hand. As he gets to the back entrance of the arena, THE KNIFE MAN is waiting, head tilted watching the stoner booker come to the door. ~

Leo: What up, Knifey?

TKM: I have been instructed to inform you that you have been dismissed as OCW’s booker and have been relegated back recruitment and backstage interviews.

~ Leo looks crushed. ~

Leo: But why? Bossman Thad has been happy with the job I have been doing.

~ TKM shrugs. ~

TKM: I don’t know all the details, but you have been relieved of your duties. Mr. Duke is at an “emergency” board meeting back in

Leo: Who’s replacing me? It better not be Who’re!

TKM: I do not know, Leo. All I know is I was delivered a smart phone with one number on it. That number is the new booker’s and until they are ready to be revealed I will letting everyone know their decisions.

Leo: You know who it is, don’t you?!

TKM: I have my suspicions but I don’t know for sure. I’m just doing what I am told to do.

Leo: Man... this sucks. Well screw this, I’m going to a strip club.

~ Leo turns around, walking out of view as text notification goes off on TKM’s new phone. ~

TKM: Ahh, the rest of the Face Off card is finished. Guess I’ll be letting the people know.

~ The OCW logo flashes across our screens as the intro video for Massacre starts to play with “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses playing in it. Flash of Sahara forcing Belvedere down the ramp. Outcast holding the OCW high in the air. PIC shaking his head at The Lost Stranger. A shot of Lou Pohl hitting on Diana Watts mother in the locker room area. CJ O’Donnell yelling “Fook” at the roster in the back. Tamika and Veronica Strader’s sneering faces. 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. We see The Big Bifford putting on his Plethora robe. The Helena twins chasing after Victoria Strader. The video comes to an end on the smiling face of Thaddeus Duke. ~

~ Pyros shoot off across the entrance stage as the camera’s pan around catching a number of signs in the crowd. ~

OUTCAST BE MY DADDY OOOGA WOOGA MEEKIE HEY BIFF TRY MY CHICKEN SANDWICH CRASH HAS A CROOKED PENIS MIKE MASON FOR PRIME MINISTER BALL BALL HAS NO BALLS BADDIE DADDY THADDY

~ The Canadian fans are on their feet cheering for tonight’s show. We pan down to the greatest announce team in the industry today; Jones and Hood. ~

Jones: Welcome OCW Faithful to MONDAY NIGHT MASSACRE!

Hood: When are we going back home to the States?

Jones: After Face Off at the Bell Centre in Montreal, Quebec!

Hood: Oh great, we’ve had to deal with these syrup snorting moose fuckers for two months and we end it with the fuckin’ French? Shoot me now.

Jones: ANYWAY! We have a heck of a show tonight! First is an America versus Canada match with the Marvelous Mike Mason taking on Bob Grenier! Former Craze champion, Tamika Strader, takes on Too Much Zeus in a handicap match!

Hood: The Nickleman and CJ should be a vicious one!

Jones: Yes it will, then it’s two men who haven’t been able to buy a win in BRIM versus Easton Alexander, one thing is guaranteed: one losing streak will end!

Hood: The Main Event is pretty special! It’s the return of Biff!

Jones: Yes, we haven’t seen the big man since Truth or Consequences!

~"Backbreaker" by Fit For A King hits over the PA and the crowd erupts with cheers as Outcast steps out to the top of the entranceway. The crowd calms a bit as Outcast doesn't appear to have the OCW championship with him. Outcast smiles with a Newport in his mouth and exhales through his nostrils. ~

Jones: There’s our THREE time OCW Champion!

Hood: Quietly becoming the greatest champ in history!

~Outcast grabs the zipper of his leather jacket, and with one fluid motion unzips it revealing the OCW championship. The crowd comes back alive with cheers, causing Outcast to give a wicked smile.

Outcast heads to the ring dapping up fans at ringside. Outcast is handed a microphone from Belvedere as he passes by him. Outcast takes the microphone and handsBelvedere his Newport. Belvedere shrugs his shoulders and takes a drag from the Newport. Belvedere begins coughing which causes Outcast to laugh as he hops on the apron.

Outcast stands up and pulls a PBR tall boy from his back pocket. Outcast pops the can open and toast the crowd before chugging down half the can and stepping into the ring. ~

Outcast: I got to say… D@MN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE CHAMPION!

~ The crowd pops and begins cheering again. ~

Outcast: I came back to OCW for one reason, and one reason only, and that was to reclaim MY OCW CHAMPIONSHIP!

I wanted to take it off of Bifford, but like The Stones said, you can’t always get what you want, BUT, if you try you just might get what you need. I needed to be OCW champion, I needed it to solidify my legacy, and secure my spot as a first ballot hall of famer. I needed to be OCW champion to do what no man has ever done before and become the first ever three-time OCW champion. Most importantly, I needed to be OCW champion to prove to myself, and everyone else that I am the best wrestler to ever step foot in OCW.

I may have f**ked up every other aspect of my life. I failed as a father, as a husband, as a overall human being, but when it comes to what we do in between these ropes there isn’t a other**ker alive who can do it like me. This is my home, my domain, my life, and I have reached the pinnacle of it. I have truly reached the top of the mountain, and now there is no place left to go.

~The crowd seems a bit confused, as do the announcers.~

Jones: What do you think Outcast means by that?

Hood: If you shut up for a second I’m sure he’ll tell us.

Outcast: I’m not retiring as champion, or walking out as champion, because that is some b*tch-made bullsh*t. What I am saying is that when someone finally pries the OCW championship from my cold, unconscious hands, that I will be done in OCW, and done in the world of professional wrestling.

~The crowd gives a collective gasp of shock.~

Outcast: Hey now, don’t any of you strong and proud OCW faithful worry, cause there isn’t a single one of those sorry sons of b*tches back there that can take this championship from me. Outcast is going to be champion for….

~Outcast is cut off as “Raise Your Hands” by Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA. The crowd begins cheering at the sound of the Savage champion’s music. PIC lets the music play a little to rev up the fans before making his entrance onto the stage. The fans hop to their feet, singing along as PIC eggs them on. He’s all smiles as he heads to the ring, slapping hands along the way while Outcast stares him down from inside. PIC hops up onto the apron and leaps over the top rope. He stands face to face with Outcast as the song continues playing.~

Jones: Here’s one man who clearly takes offense to Outcast’s claim that no one on the roster can take his world championship.

Hood: PIC has been on a roll, that’s for sure. But this is Outcast. Three time OCW champion. That feat has never been done before and likely never will again.

~PIC takes his jacket off to reveal the Savage title belt around his waist. The music cuts as the two now stand, staring intensely at each other as the fans begin chanting “This Is Awesome!” PIC walks over to Belvedere who hands him a microphone.~

PIC: Christian Cain… you may think there isn’t a single wrestler in that locker room capable of beating you for the OCW World Championship… but from the sounds of things, there’s about 16,000 wild Canadians that disagree!

~The Canada Life Centre erupts in cheers as Outcast continues to stare PIC down. PIC waits for the crowd noise to die down before he continues.~

PIC: Before I go any further, congratulations are most definitely in order. You slayed the giant known as Killa Kali and other than maybe TLS, no one in OCW knows how much of an accomplishment that is more than yours truly.

~The crowd boos at the mention of Killa Kali’s name.~

PIC: Kali and I had many wars way back in the day and he’s a beast. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a small part of me that hoped he’d win so I could finally take him down once and for all. But like you said, you don’t always get what you want.

~The crowd begins dueling chants for both competitors as PIC stops to soak it in. Outcast’s demeanor remains unchanged.~

Jones: This place is electric as these two titans of our industry share the ring.

Hood: I’ve got goosebumps, and that doesn’t happen very often.

~The crowd begins to die down as PIC continues.~

PIC: The only thing you said that I take offense to is some crazy assumption that you need that title more than anyone else. You see I’ve studied your career, and in many ways it parallels mine. Young kid finds some early success in the wrestling business at the turn of the century. Gets a chance to dance with the big boys and comes up short. Finds himself out of the business for a long period of time only to come back for one last shot at greatness. In fact, the biggest difference between the two of us is that you’ve won the world championship in your return and I haven’t… yet!

~The crowd pops for that.~

PIC: Your need for that title means nothing compared to mine. It’s the only thing I have left to fight for in this company, and on October 23 at OCW Face Off, I’ll fight with every ounce of strength that I have. You see Outcast, unlike you, I don’t need three OCW World Championship reigns to satisfy me or cement my legacy, I only need one. Because when I beat you in front of the entire world and I win that single accolade that has eluded me for my entire career, I don’t plan to ever lose it. I’m going to become the longest reigning OCW World Champion in the history of this company, and in doing so, the name PIC will go down as the best wrestler to ever grace the ring. That you can count on… that is a promise!

~Outcast steps to PIC so that the two men are eye to eye. Tension hangs high in the air as the two men stare at each other. Outcast brings the PBR to his mouth and chugs the rest while never breaking eye contact with PIC. Outcast then throws the empty can into the crowd and pulls off the OCW championship and holds it above his head.~

Outcast: What you seem to be missing PIC is that I am standing in your way. I AM, the longest reigning champion in OCW history, and the only man who will ever break that record is me.

~Outcast steps back and lays the OCW championship on the mat between him and PIC and yells at PIC “try and take”. PIC nods his head and reaches for the belt, as he does Outcast quickly snatches it off the ground and back to him. PIC and Outcast go forehead to forehead and begin yelling at each other as OCW officials slide in and begin separating the men before it can become physical as the show fades to commercial. ~

Singles Match
Mike Mason (4-4) vs Bob Grenier (21-15)

Jones: Folks, our opening match was supposed to be a Canada versus America match between “Marvellous” Mike Mason and Bob Grenier, but Grenier decided not to honour his booking. He sent a very bad quality video in he filmed on a 50 dollar “smart” phone in the discount bin at Walmart.

Hood: Shit, really? We have footage of that?

Jones: The truck is telling me we do.

~ The OCWTron lights up Bob appears on a pre-taped vignette. He's standing atop a very large mountain. Clad in aviators and a black army jacket, he plants a flag in the ground.

Bob Grenier: To Mike Mason and the fans in attendance this evening, Due to unforeseen circumstances, With a heavy heart, I regret to inform you that Bob Grenier cannot be there this evening...

~ A cool wind blows and he lights his trademark joint.~

Bob Grenier To be blunt, Pun intended..

~ He laughs. ~

Bob Grenier: A return of this magnitude deserves main event status. I jerk the curtain for nobody.

~ We fade back to ringside, current time. ~

Jones: Guess Bob has never heard the phrase “Your main event is only as good as your opening match?

Hood: That’s the dumbest shit I’ve heard you say. Smith would’ve said something smarter. Anyway, that was far more entertaining than anything that could be coming up next!

The Dreamweaver’s Challenge

~ "Dreamweaver" hits the speakers as the fans go nuts. Mike Zybala walks out from behind the curtain to a huge ovation. He's holding a microphone. ~

Hood: Told ya. What's he doing out here? He lost the tag titles last week!

Jones: Plenty of people have shown up to shows after losing titles. Why would Zybala be any different?

Hood: I was just hoping that the tag belts were some tether keeping Zybala here and once he lost them... you know.... he'd be gone.

~ The music stops and Zybala waits for the crowd to simmer down before he starts talking. ~

Zybala: Well last week wasn't fun for me. But there is no shame in losing to Duce. Good luck to the unlucky bastards who try to get the belts off of Duce and Byson. That's not why I'm out here. Last week was a wake up call if you will. Lately it feels like I'm going through the motions. Like my best years are behind me and that I'm just here to put over the next generation. But that doesn't sit right with me. I'm not the type to just let myself limp away. I'd rather burn out than fade away. So, PIC, or Outcast, whoever has the world title after Face/Off, I'm talking to you. I challenge whoever wins in a career versus title match!! One last blaze of glory. I win, I become the OCW world champion. IF I lose, then one of those two will have the honor of ending one of the greatest and weirdest careers this game has ever seen. If the worst happens, I'll focus more on my ownership duties of both OCWs. You won't get rid of me completely, but you will never see me wrestle again... Gentlemen, I wait with anticipation to see who wins and their answer...

~ Zybala turns towards the back as the crowd is actually speechless. Mike Zybala gone from wrestling? Can they even imagine a world like that? ~

Singles Match
TAMIKA STRADER (15-2) vs TOO MUCH ZEUS (1-10)

“I'm too sexy for my love. Too sexy for my love. Love's going to leave me.”

~ The funky bass drum synthesized intro kicks in as I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred plays and TOO MUCH ZEUS struts out on stage. ~

“I’m too sexy for my shirt. Too Sexy for my Shirt. So Sexy it Hurtssssss.”

Belvedere: ... really? Ok... Introducing first in this handicap match... hailing from Olympia, or maybe somewhere in the Mid-West... they are Zeus... and well, Zeus. TOO MUCH ZEUS!!!

Hood: How these two have a job?

Jones: How is there two of them?

Hood: Valid.

~ Too Much Zeus try to slap the hands of some fans but they want nothing to do with it. They reach the ring, and await their opponent with an unearned sense of confidence. ~

Jones: Tamika is gonna stomp a mudhole in them.

Hood: If she doesn’t have a concussion from York’s piledriver after their match last Monday.

Jones: Sore loser.

~ The arena lights dim as the OCWTron comes to life, flickering silver and green as “Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts starts to play, the drum beat matching the OCWtron flickering lights. The guitar comes to life as TA-MEEK-AH STRAY-DERR (yes, just like that) appears on the screen and the OCW faithful roar to life. ~

Belvedere: Introducing their opponent...

//We've been here too long Tryin' to get along Pretendin' that you're oh so shy I'm a natural ma'am Doin' all I can My temperature is runnin' high\\

Belvedere: Weighing in at hundred and forty five pounds...

~ Tamika steps out from behind the curtain, bobbing her head to the beat. ~

//Cry at night No one in sight An' we got so much to share Talking's fine If you got the time But I ain't got the time to spare Yeah\\

Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...

//Do you wanna touch (Yeah) Do you wanna touch (Yeah) Do you wanna touch me there, where Do you wanna touch (Yeah) Do you wanna touch (Yeah) Do you wanna touch me there, where There, yeah\\

~ Tamika reaches the bottom of the ramp and lifts her left fit up in the air, Strader Sneer across her lips. ~

//Yeah, Oh yeah, oh yeah\\

Belvedere: She is one half of the Cowgirls From Hell and the greatest former Craze Champion in OCW history.... TAMIKA STRADERRRRRRRRR!!!!

//Every girl an' boy Needs a little joy All you do is sit an' stare Beggin' on my knees Baby, won't you please Run your fingers through my hair\\

~ Tamika walks up the steps, and wipes her boots on the ring apron before stepping through the middle rope since she is no pixie stick five foot one lady. ~

//My, my, my Whiskey and rye Don't it make you feel so fine Right or wrong Don't it turn you on Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah\\

~ Tamika hits the four corners raising her fist up in the air, before finding her corner as she stares Too Much Zeus. ~

Jones: This should be over quick.

Hood: Well it’s only slightly better than the other TMZ.

Jones: That’s not true.

Hood: Oh? Ask the Sons of Krayzie.

Jones: Touché.

~ DING DING DING ~

~Juff signals for the competitors to go at it and the Zeus’s start doing rock/paper/scissor for who’s gonna go at Tamika. Tamika tilts her head watching them. They turn their back to her, huddled up in discussion. ~

Hood: They know they gotta hit her at least once, right?

Jones: Honestly, Hood, I’d be surprised if they wear clean underwear.

~ Tamika shrugs, walks up behind, scooping their heads under her arms she drops with a double reverse DDT and the fans pop. ~

Jones: Tamika has to be lovin’ the home country fan love.

Hood: Yeah. Canadian’s are fuckin’ weird man.

~ Tamika hits the top rope, and comes down with the JAQUES-HAMMER (senton foot stomp to the chest) with one foot landing on each opponent. She falls back on her ass, posing and pinning at the same time. Juff drops down to count. ~

2!!

3!!!!!

DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... TAMIKA STRADER!!!! !!!!!

~ Her music starts to play as walks over to where Belvdere is on the floor, leaning through the ropes, hand extended for a microphone. Belvedere gives it to her and she winks mouthing thank you. She kicks Too Much Zeus out of the ring, with the music dying back down. ~

Tamika: Last week I challenged Justin York, and I let him think he had that match in the bag. Least suspects it... and BOOM! Auntie Teebag has another dubya. Sure, he was a sore loser giving me that piledriver in front of my hometown fans, friends and family but that’s ok. I once watched my husband get beat into a coma, dad get his knees smashed in, my sister gang beaten, all while I was forced to watch. Did I mention that was my wedding?

Jones: That’s right, back in the PWA—

Hood: Wait you mean—

Jones: No. Pioneer Wrestling Association. A group called the Masters of Armageddon Red Wedding’ed her.

Hood: Huh.

Tamika: I’m not sure what Leo was smokin’ when he booked this match but I can see why he was replaced. Whoever the new booker is, I want them to hear this: I want Sahara at Face Off. I’m sick of asking. I’m the only one on the roster that has earned that opportunity- - -

~ The arena lights drop suddenly. ~

Jones: What the heck is going on? I can’t see a thing!

Hood: Neither can I but I sure hear something happening.

~ After a moment the lights come up, and Tamika is laying middle of the ring, out cold, blood pouring from her mouth. The Knife Man and Eddy Bueger rush down to ringside and slide into the ring to check on Tamika. ~

Jones: Well, that was a coward’s attack if I ever seen one.

Hood: Smart, though.

Jones: Well fans, as Knifey and Edward check on the former Craze Champion, we have word from a new sponsor... Cara’s Edibles!

Hood: Wait, that’s Victoria and Veronica’s sister? That stoner waistoid?

Jones: Her edibles are heaven, Hood.

Hood: Smith wasn’t a degenerate like that.

Singles Match
CJ O’DONNELL (19-6) VS THE NICKLEMAN (3-1)

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

~”Since I’m A Bastard” by This Grey City kicks up through the PA system as the crowd begins to boo. The Nickleman walks through the curtain wearing a “Brotherhood of Bastards” shirt and carrying a steel chair. He stands on the stage, waving it back and forth to the boos of the crowd, smiling all along.~

Belvedere: …from Steunbenville, Ohio and weighing in at 265 pounds… The Nickleman!!!

~Nickleman walks down the entrance ramp, taking time to jaw back and forth with one of the ringside fans. Just as he’s about to mount the ring steps, he sees two guys in the front row acting like idiots, sloshing their beers all over the place and razzing him.~

Jones: Wait a minute, Hood. Do you see who’s in the front row?

Hood: Oh hell yeah! That’s Thunder Knuckles and some other guy.

Jones: It’s not just some other guy. That is Bobby Bourbon. He’s the other half of the No Good Bastards tag team with TK. These guys travel from fed to fed trying to win the tag titles and cause destruction all along the way.

Hood: That’s my kind of team right there. I wonder why they’re here.

Jones: It’s pretty well documented that Charles Nichols, aka The Nickleman, is affiliated with them, forming the super group known as The Brotherhood of Bastards. They don’t like being tied down to one company but are united for a common purpose.

Hood: To beat the hell out of everyone!

Jones: You said it.

~The Nickleman goes over to his ‘brothers’. Both men are wearing shirts that read “Watch Out Thad”. Nickleman tilts his head back as Bobby Bourbon literally pours bourbon from a flask straight down his throat. He gargles it, then spits it out on a young father and his son. The dad attempts to hop the guard rail but security steps in to save him from a beating. Nickleman laughs as he enters the ring. He poses for the camera with the chair in hand when he’s suddenly blasted in the back of the head with a kendo stick.~

Jones: CJ O’Donnell!!!

~The crowd pops hard for CJ as he unleashes a barrage of kendo stick shots to The Nickleman as he rolls around in the ring trying to get away. Puff calls for the bell and the match is officially underway. The kendo stick finally breaks, so CJ tosses it out of the ring, nearly hitting TK in the process. CJ turns to the chair that Nickleman brought to the ring and picks it up as Nickleman pulls himself to his feet in the corner. CJ picks the chair up high over his head and smashes the Nickleman in his left shoulder. CJ drops the chair to pick Nickleman up. He positions him against the turnbuckles and begins laying in forearm shot after forearm shot to Nickleman’s chin. After several, he takes a step back before lunging forward with a HUGE European uppercut that connects perfectly. Nickleman is dazed. He staggers out of the corner and falls face first into the steel chair! The crowd pops hard as CJ makes a pinning attempt.~

2! Kickout!

Jones: CJ O’Donnell has come in like a wrecking ball tonight. It’s been a while since we’ve seen this level of intensity and violence from him.

Hood: He’s trying to beat The Nickleman at his own game. I kinda like it.

~CJ smacks the mat before picking Nickleman up by his hair. He pushes him back into the ropes, then attempts to whip Nickelman across the ring. Nickleman reverses, CJ bounces off the ropes. Still dazed, Nickleman throws a wild clothesline attempt that CJ easily ducks. CJ bounces off the other side. Nickleman kicks him in the gut, then attempts a hip toss. CJ blocks, then reverses and hip tosses Nickleman over. CJ does a cartwheel as Nickleman makes it to his feet, then immediately connects with a drop kick straight to Nickelman’s face. The crowd is fully behind CJ at this point. Nickleman pops up to his knees after the kick. CJ rushes forward and hits a devastating enziguri to the side of Nickelman’s face. CJ drops down for the pin attempt.~

2!!

NO!! Nickelman got his foot on the ropes!

Jones: This match was so close to being over right there. CJ O’Donnell is in full control. You know, I’m reminded a little of last week’s world title match. Kali had his bell rung early and Outcast took advantage of it. I wonder if that first kendo stick shot to the head hasn’t done the same to Nickleman.

Hood: He’s clearly dazed and confused, and not in the way any of us would like to be. My biggest question is what’s with these fans? They usually hate CJ.

Jones: I guess they just hate Nickleman more, or they’re just embracing violence!

~CJ O’Donnell seems to be feeding off of the crowd as he gets to his feet with a ton of emotion. He rolls out of the ring and pulls up the ring apron. Seconds later he returns with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. He slides back into the ring but Nickleman is able to cut him off. The bat slides into the corner as Nickleman stomps the back of CJ’s head. He mounts CJ, who’s feet are caught up in the ropes, and begins leveling him with right hands to the face. Puff tries to get him to stop, but he doesn’t listen, going well past the standard five count. When Puff tells Nickelman he’s going to disqualify him, Nickleman drops CJ’s head to the mat and turns his attention to Puff instead. Puff backs away into the corner with his hands raised in surrender. Nickleman turns around to see CJ standing, the baseball bat in hand. CJ swings at Nickleman’s head, but he ducks. He grabs CJ and lifts him in the air, sending him crashing down with a back drop. The bat once again flies across the ring.~

Jones: CJ just missed with that barbed wire bat. If he connected with it there’s nothing Nickelman could do.

Hood: But he didn’t, and now it appears the tides may be turning in Nickelman’s favor.

~The Nickleman gets to his feet and looks around the ring, seeing the beat up chair he brought with him earlier. He sets the chair up in the middle of the ring. He then goes over to CJ, whips him off the ropes, then hits a drop toe hold, sending CJ face first into the chair. The corner of the chair catches CJ just above the eye, and it doesn’t take long for blood to start pouring. The sight of gives Nickleman a rush of adrenaline. He quickly capitalizes, picking CJ up and sending him crashing back to the mat with a scoop powerslam. He stays on top as Puff counts.~

2!!

Kickout!!

Jones: CJ easily kicked out there, but with all that blood loss I’m not sure it was a good idea.

Hood: This is wrestling for God’s sake. These guys can handle a little pain and blood loss.

~The Nickleman smears some of CJ’s blood across his shirt. He lifts CJ up off the mat and whips him into the corner. CJ’s back hits the corner hard. Nickelman rushes forward and connects with a vicious elbow to the face, causing CJ to drop to his butt. Nickleman retreats to build up a head of steam before coming forward once again, this time crushing CJ’s face with a running knee! Nickleman pulls him from the corner and goes for the cover.~

2!!

3… NO!!

Jones: CJ appears to be out of it. I’m not sure how he was able to get his shoulder up just now.

Hood: It doesn’t look good for Paramount’s finest.

~The Nickleman appears to be frustrated. He picks CJ up by the hair and throws him out of the ring in front of his Brotherhood of Bastards associates.~

Jones: Oh no, this doesn’t look good for CJ. Those guys aren’t even under OCW contracts.

Hood: Shut up Jones! This is just starting to get good!

~The Nickleman slides out of the ring. He picks CJ up and bodyslams him on the concrete floor right in front of TK and Bobby Bourbon who egg him on. Nickleman asks if they want to get in on the action and they seem all about it. Nickleman picks CJ up and holds him in a full nelson. TK and Bourbon look at each other and play rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to hit CJ first. TK throws rock while Bourbon has scissors. TK smiles, then looks to square CJ up when the crowd suddenly gets really loud. The Brotherhood turns to see what appears to be a blur running down the entrance ramp straight toward them.~

Jones: It’s CRASH!!!!

~The Nickleman immediately drops CJ to the ground and runs away as Crash Rodriguez shows up on the scene. The crowd is going crazy. He checks on CJ, then turns his attention to TK and Bourbon. The three begin to exchange words while CJ begins picking himself up by the ring apron. Meanwhile, Nickleman enters the ring from the other side and grabs CJ by the head. He brings him to his feet but CJ drops down, sending Nickleman’s throat right onto the top rope. The crowd pops hard as Nickleman bounces off and lands hard on the back of his head in the ring. CJ gets to his feet, now covered in a crimson mask. Crash asks him if he’s ok and CJ gives him a thumbs up. The two exchange a fist bump as Crash says he’ll keep the ‘brothers’ at bay. CJ nods, then rolls back into the ring.~

Jones: Crash Rodgriguez has shown up to even the odds, and most importantly, keep the Brotherhood of Bastards from interfering in this match.

Hood: I like Crash, but I wish he could have waited just a second or two more. I wanted to see where that was going.

~Back in the ring, The Nickleman and CJ are now both standing and staring at each other. The crowd starts to amp up. They both run forward, meeting in the middle of the ring as they trade shots. CJ gains the upper hand and whips Nickleman into the corner. He charges forward and propels his body toward Nickleman, but he moves at the last second. Nickleman points to the crowd laughing, not realizing that CJ was able to catch himself by the ropes to avoid impact. Nickleman turns around to a HUGE discus clothesline at the hands of CJ O’Donnell. The crowd goes wild! CJ waits for Nickleman to get to his knees then begins laying in alternating kicks to his chest and back, working his way up. He kicks Nickleman in the back of the head, then pauses before one last kick straight to Nickelman’s nose.~

Jones: This match has taken a tremendous physical toll on both competitors. Now Nickleman’s nose is busted and he too is bleeding.

Hood: It’s been a glorious display of violence!

~CJ picks Nickleman off the mat and hooks him for a German suplex. He connects, but holds on. He rolls over and tries with everything he has to get Nickleman up again, but has to release the hold. The size differential, in addition to the blood loss, is too much to overcome.~

Jones: CJ hit his Distinguished Plex there, and tried a second but just doesn’t have it in him.

~CJ pulls himself up by the ropes as the crowd stands to their feet. He motions for the match to be over. The Nickleman begins getting to his feet as CJ prepares for Irish Knowledge. Nickleman stands, CJ prepares to start running when he’s hit from behind with massive force. CJ falls forward to the mat onto his face, revealing the barbed wire baseball bat sticking in his back. The camera pans up to see his assailant to be none other than…~

Jones: Crash Rodriguez!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hood: YES!!!!!

~The boos throughout the arena are deafening as Crash stands over CJ’s body, a sly grin beginning to form on his face. The Nickleman looks at him, slightly perplexed, before he too begins to smile. Crash unzips his hoodie to reveal a “Brotherhood of Bastards” t-shirt.~

Jones: No! Say it’s not so! Crash Rodriguez is joining TK, Bobby Bourbon, and The Nickleman in the Brotherhood of Bastards?!?!?!

Hood: This just made my week. Man this is awesome.

~The chorus of boos continues to reign down as Crash motions to Nickleman to finish the job. Nickleman pries the barbed wire bat out of CJ’s back. He lifts CJ to his feet, hooks both his arms, and drops him face first to the mat with The Devil Hook Drop. He makes a nonchalant cover as Puff counts.~

2!!

3!!!!!

DING DING DING

Belvedere: Here is your winner… THE NICKLEMAN!!!!!

Jones: I can’t believe what I just saw. How could Crash Rodriguez turn on CJ like that? These guys were friends!

Hood: Why have friends when you can be part of a Brotherhood?

Jones: What does this mean for Paramount?

Hood: I think you know the answer to that question. They just went from being on life support to DOA.

~Crash goes over to Nickleman and raises his hand in victory to the delight of no one, save the two men in the front row. The two contracted OCW bastards celebrate in the ring as fade to black.~

~Taped Earlier~

~We fade in on the OCW Tag Team Champions, Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban, the Sons of Krayzie. Byson has his half the tag titles strapped around his waist while Duce has his title slung over his shoulder. The brothers both look directly into the camera, each with their own confident smug plastered on their face. Duce seems to recieve a cue so he begins to speak.~

Duce Jones: Well, well, well..

~Jones pats his title with confidence.~

Duce Jones: It’s been a long time comin’ but the OCDubya Tag straps.. Are back where they belong and that’s in the possession of the Sons of Krayzie.

~Byson chimes in.~

Byson Kaliban: In little over a month, my brother and myself have proved why we are THE premier tag team in Online Championship Wrestling and between you and me. Things are just getting started.

Duce Jones: For far too long, we’ve sat in tha back, biddin’ our time an’ waitin’ on tha right opportunity t’strike.

Byson Kaliban: And strike we did when we beat Zybala and Strader to become your new champions!

~Some boos are starting to resonate from the Canada Life Centre who disagree with the outcome of how the match went last Monday.~

Duce Jones: Tha big question now is what’s next? Will tha Sons become complacent champs?

~Byson can be seen shaking his head in refusal while Duce smiles, his shiny platinum teeth sparkle in the lens of the camera.~

Duce Jones: Fuck no! We’re not here t’collect checks an’ let these bad boys collect dust.

~Duce pats his title again.~

Byson Kaliban: That’s never been your schtick bro and if you’re leading by example then I can only imagine what’s next.

Duce Jones: Well only time can tell that story but despite that we decided not t’show up in that sorry excuse fo’ a city.

~More boos are throughout the arena. Duce laughs because he knows the nature of people.~

Duce Jones: I bet they didn’t like that one.. Anyway, as I was sayin’, my brotha an’ me are lookin’ t’who eva runs this place. We wanna kno’ who’s on tha agenda? Will it be Tha Dravers? La Influence? The Weekend?

~ Byson intervenes again.~

Byson Kaliban: That’s Outsider’s that you’re thinking about with The Weekend.

~Duce is confused.~

Duce Jones: Really?

~Byson nods.~

Duce Jones: Well damn… ~He snaps out of it quickly~ Eitha way, tha point is this.. Face Off.. We’re scheduled t’defend these bad boys but there’s no one on tha docket as of now. So here’s an opportunity fo’ any team that want a shot at these straps. Anyone who kno’ me, should kno’ that I ain’t neva been scared of’a fight an’ I’m willin’ t’step t’all.

~Byson clears his throat. Duce snaps his fingers, remembering that Byson is still there.~

Duce Jones: Right, we.. We’re will t’step t’all.. I gotta get back used t’this tag shit mane..

~The camera cuts out~

~We cut to the backstage area where Lonnie Smith is standing by, holding a microphone and pretending to be listening to a non-existent earpiece.~

Lonnie: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m being told you’re in for a real treat. Here tonight, LIVE, in front of the millions of STEVE-O’s worldwide, “Throw Back” Steve Black is here to make a HUGE announcement. Steve?

~Steve enters from stage right, looking amazing in his sequined and heavily shoulder padded jacket. His light blue tights are immaculate, as is his face paint of neon green and blue. The hair is, as always, better than anything you’ve ever seen.~

Steve: Thanks Mean Gene, I’ll take it from here. You see, brother… ‘Throw Back’ is here taking time out of his busy training regimen before tonight’s BIG TIME MAIN EVENT, to give you an exclusive. I just got word from OCW management, and it seems that the fans are dying for more ‘Throw Back’... and who can blame them? I’m kind of a big deal.

Lonnie: Indeed you are. So tell us, what’s the big announcement?

Steve: Getting straight to the point, I like it. The fact of the matter is, with all this demand for ‘Throw Back’ Steve Black, I had to think of something innovative, something never before seen in the history of professional wrestling. Then it hit me, what do fans like more than anything? Besides watching me throw Bifford around the ring like the little maggot he is?

Lonnie: I don’t know.

Steve: They love spending their hard earned money on t-shirts! That’s right, tonight… for the VERY FIRST TIME… the world is gonna get to see and BUY their very own piece of ‘Throw Back’ Steve Black memorabilia, and it’s as the kids say… TOTALLY RADICAL!!!

~Steve motions for someone to hand him the shirt. We see a hand come from off camera with a pink shirt. Steve takes off his jacket, throws the shirt up over his head and straightens it out. It has a picture of Steve on the front with the words “Once You Go Black” and then he turns around to show “You Never Go Back”. He turns back to the camera with a really big smile on his face. Lonnie’s look is more of concern.~

Lonnie: Uh… Steve. That shirt…

Steve: I know… it’s awesome. Came up with the slogan myself.

Lonnie: I just, I don’t think it means what you think it means.

Steve: Right on, you get it.

Lonnie: No Steve, I think you don’t get it.

~Lonnie cups his hand and reaches over to whisper in Steve’s ear. Steve’s face begins to turn from pleased to a look of shock as Lonnie shares some valuable information.~

Steve: Woah!

Lonnie: Yeah.

Steve: Well… what am I supposed to do with all this merchandise? I made like over a thousand of these bad boys!

Lonnie: I don’t know.

Steve: Eh, we’ll sell them anyway. People will buy anything.

~Lonnie shrugs his shoulders. Steve pats him on the back and walks off camera as the scene fades to an image of the shirt available for purchase.~

Singles Match
BRIM (22-11) vs EASTON ALEXANDER (15-12)

~ “Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy starts to play and the Canadian fans start to boo. ~

Belvedere: Introducing first... weighing in at three hundred and eighty five pounds hailing from Baltimore, Maryland...

~ BRIM walks out to more boos and makes his way down to the ring. ~

Belvedere: He’s multi-time Savage Champion... BRIM!!!!!!!!!!

~ BRIM slides under the bottom rope, and awaits Easton Alexander. ~

Jones: BRIM looks focused, Hood.

Hood: Of course he is, he wants to get back on the winning side of things.

Belvedere: And his opponent...

~ The opening riff of Love the Subhuman Self by AISHA starts to play, the crowds attention is turned towards the ramp as the lights dim, just as the lyrics begin, Easton Alexander walks onto the stage, wearing his red and black ring jacket. ~

BREAK YOURSELF INSIDE OUT... SHE TOLD ME WE KNOW DEEP DOWN THERES NO WAY. EVEN IF I SMASH, THE MIRROR HOW DO WE LOOK.

~ Easton stares at the spotlight that follows him down the ramp, eyeing the crowd as they give him a mixed reaction, the boos and the cheers fly in as he hops up on the ring apron. basking in the light. ~

OHHHH LULLABY. DONT STOP UNTIL I FALL IN FLAMES STAY WITH... STAY WITH ME UNTIL THE ENNNND OF TIIIIME.

~ Easton jump into the ring and climbs the to the middle turnbuckle, pointing out to the cheap seats and too the front row, as he sings along with the theme. ~

SOOOOO CARRY ONNNNN. LOVE THE SUB-HUMAN SELF. TIME GOES ON, LASTING ROAD I LEFT MY RE-GRET

~ The chorus repeats again, with Easton belting out his own passionate rendition, Easton jumps off the ropes to head to the other across the ring, he points at belvedere, who starts the introduction. ~

Belvedere: From North Bay Ontario, Canada... He stands 6 foot, 1 inches tall and he weighs in at 219 pounds... HE IS THE CANADIAN DRAGON...

~ Easton hops on the opposite turnbuckle and throws his hand in the air, extending his index and middle fingers. he brings them down and runs them across his throat. ~

Belvedere: EASTON... ALLLLLLLLLEXANDER.

~ Easton holds on the ropes as the music dies down, once again taking in the hate and the admiration of the fans, he jumps down, and stands in his corner, checking the strength of the ropes. ~

~ DING DING DING ~

Jones: Alexander gets a chance to end his losing streak.

Hood: BRIM as well. My money is on the big man, not the kidnapper.

~ Easton charges at BRIM, knowing that he must get on the offense early and keep BRIM on the defense. BRIM drops to one knee scooping the charging Alexander up into the air with a gorilla press, BRIM begins to bench the wriggling Alexander before tossing him nearly out of the ring with a gorilla press slam. ~

Hood: Look at the power of BRIM there, Jones.

Jones: BRIM is definitely one of the strongest competitors in OCW. Putting the Strong in Proud and Strong!

~ BRIM plays to the crowd as Alexander gets up to his feet and shoulder tackles the backs of BRIM's knees, taking him down to a kneeling position on the mat. Alexander hits the ropes and nails BRIM in the back of his head with a running dropkick, BRIM does not go down. Easton hits the ropes again with an elevated knee to BRIM's face, the big man still refuses to go down in his return. Alexander with a right forearm shot that sends BRIM reeling backwards and Alexander bounces off the ropes connecting with a bulldog that sends BRIM down to the mat face first. Alexander pulls BRIM over to the ropes and appears to be going for some top rope maneuver, but just as Alexander is pulling BRIM up to his feet, BRIM connects with a right hand jab into his midsection. Alexander nearly chokes from the force of the blow and BRIM nails another midsection jab and Alexander's grip on the hair falters, giving BRIM the opening that he needed. BRIM stands up and bends Alexander over the top rope with a blatent choke that referee Scruff begins a five count on. BRIM turns to the counting Scruff and stares at him through gritted teeth as he continues to choke Alexander with all of his strength. BRIM drops the choke and Alexander falls back into the ring red faced and gasping for air. ~

Jones: A blatant choke from BRIM there.

Hood: A choke hold? All I seen was a front throat lock, perfectly legal.

~ Alexander charges out of the corner hitting BRIM with a running forearm smash, still gasping for air, BRIM stands there but slowly turns around to face Easton face first, the Canadian doesn't back down as he throws a well-placed haymaker, BRIM absorbs the blow and grabs Alexander by the throat with his left hand. BRIM with an elbow smash to his face as BRIM still holds with his left hand. BRIM wraps his other hand around Alexander's throat and lifts him into the air with a double handed choke lift before tossing him into the corner. BRIM follows up with repeated corner stomps on the downed red faced Alexander until Scruff is forced to make BRIM back off from the blows. Alexander is gasping for breath as he pulls Alexander up to his feet but is caught by a stiff uppercut to his jaw and he drops the now vertical Alexander. Easton climbs to the second rope and dives with while throwing a right hand that connects with BRIM's temple and staggers him backwards. While BRIM is caught off guard, Alexander whips him into the corner and climbs to the bottom rope where he begins to knife edge chop BRIM as the crowd Wooos in appreciation. Alexander with a knife edge chop and a Woo from the crowd. Easton climbs through the ropes to the outside and up to the top turnbuckle and from there grabs BRIM in a side headlock position before diving to the canvas inside the ring and BRIM is down, as Alexander is coming down, he places a knee into the lower back of BRIM and when they hit, it drives his knee into the lower back. BRIM grunts from the impact of meeting with the canvas and from Alexander's knee in his lower back. Alexander stands up just to drop an elbow onto the back of BRIM's skull, he stands up and nails a second elbow drop. Alexander hits the ropes with a baseball slide into the side of BRIM's face that rolls him over to his back. Alexander climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives with a fist drop that connects with the middle of BRIM's forehead and Alexander makes a cover while hooking the leg for added leverage.~

2!!

Th-- NO!

Jones: Kickout by BRIM!

~ BRIM rolls up a shoulder and Alexander is not shocked at the least. He gets back to his feet and places a boot into BRIM's face, but the big man just catches his foot and stands as he holds onto the foot. Alexander is shaken by this and kicks BRIM in the back of the head with an enzuguri that sends BRIM stumbling towards him. Alexander drops down to one knee as BRIM stumbles forward and scoops him up with a fireman's carry slam before planting him in the middle of the ring. BRIM is laying face up on the mat and Alexander hits the ropes with a leg drop across the throat of BRIM and makes another cover. ~

2!!

Th-- NO!

~ BRIM rolls up the shoulder again. ~

Hood: BRIM isn't going to go down that easily.

Jones: It is true that Easton does have his work cut out for him.

~ Alexander gets back to his feet and is shocked that that move didn't put away the big man, but he goes back to work with a stomp to BRIM's head. BRIM begins to try and get to his feet as Alexander places boots into his ribs with determination. BRIM grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to a vertical position as Alexander rains down punches and kicks. They all take their toll on BRIM, but he is determined to show the world that his losing streak is coming to an end. Alexander with a right hand but BRIM with a kick to the groin, that Referee Scruff does not see. Alexander is bent over holding at his groin but before Scruff can say anything to BRIM, he scopp body slams Alexander down to the mat and hooks the leg in a pin. Scruff is there and makes the count. ~

2!!

TH--NO!

~Easton Alexander kicks out with authority; this match is far from being over. ~

Hood: Another slow count from Scruff, Mr Duke needs to handle him.

Jones: A good count from Scruff that was neither fast nor slow.

~ BRIM whips Alexander into the ropes and catches him with a diving shoulder tackle that takes him back down to the mat in a hurry. BRIM pulls the Canadian hero up to his feet and nails him with an ear-ringer by his bear claws for hands and Easton holds at his head in obvious pain. BRIM pulls Easton up to a straight vertical position and hooks Alexander for a back suplex that slams Alexander into the canvas with a resounding thunk as his back meets mat. BRIM stands up and hooks the prone Alexander in a claw hold, using the claw hold, pulls Alexander back up to his feet where he squeezes in the submission type hold. Alexander seems to be fading and Scruff is there and looking for any sign of movement from Easton. Scruff raises his hand once, twice, and a three, no! ~

Jones: Still life left in Easton!

Hood: I talk a lot of shit about the kidnapper, but the kid has guts. No questioning that!

~ BRIM lifts Alexander by the face and slams him down to the canvas with a claw hold type slam move. BRIM wants to inflict more damage and isn't ready for a pin just yet. BRIM lifts the limp Alexander back up to his feet with another clawhold. Alexander with a boot to BRIM's midsection, wasting no time, Alexander whips BRIM into the corner hard and falls to the mat on his hands and knees. BRIM slams chest first into the turnbuckle padding and can be seen untying the padding there, possibly getting ready for a BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE. Alexander shoves up to his feet running with a forearm smash into the back of BRIM's back. The padding falls from BRIM's hands but Alexander nor Scruff notice. Alexander leaps to the middle rope, grabs BRIM's head in his hands, and leaps over the top rope driving BRIM's face into the exposed bolt of the top turnbuckle. Inside the hair, BRIM's eyes can be seen rolling up into the back of his head and he begins to fall backwards. Alexander climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives assisting the falling BRIM to the canvas with a leg drop across the throat. Alexander hooks the leg for a cover and Scruff is there in perfect position to make the count.

2!!

~ The crowd explodes but the bell doesn’t ring! Scruff is up to his feet quickly showing two fingers indicating that BRIM got his shoulders up just barely before the three.~

Jones: So close for Alexander there, that losing streak almost ended!

Hood: Yeah, even with a fast count, BRIM shows his superior awareness in noticing it was an extremely fast count.

Jones: What are you talking about? That count is fair and honest.

Hood: If you are an Easton Alexander fan, sure it is. But anyone with a brain could tell that it was fast. Even a blind man could hear how fast that count was.

~ Easton Alexander stands up pulling BRIM with him and just as BRIM is bent over double, Alexander sends him back down to the canvas with a reverse neckbreaker. Alexander seeming to like the pain that the reverse neckbreaker caused BRIM pulls him back up to his feet and prepares for another one. BRIM with a thumb to Alexander's eye and it stops his momentum cold. BRIM bounces off the ropes with a boot to the top of Alexander's skull but the Canadian refuses to go down; he merely shakes his head in denial. Alexander bounces off the ropes with a springboard bulldog but BRIM counters in midair by spinning Alexander further around. Alexander, in turn, counters again with a tornado DDT that sends BRIM's head crashing into the canvas of the ring. BRIM holds onto the bottom rope and pulls himself vertical, Easton uses the ropes and pulls himself up to his own vertical base. BRIM has his back turned to Alexander, who begins to charge at BRIM, but BRIM turns just in the nick of time to nail Alexander with an elevated faceslam to the middle of the ring. BRIM picks up Easton by his short hair and throws him into the corner he removed the turnbuckle, leaving the prone Canadian sitting and leaning against the exposed turnbuckle. BRIM takes a few steps back, running he leaps up into the air with BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE!!!!( (Inverted Cannonball Senton to seated opponent in the corner) ~

Jones: BRIM pulls him out of the corner and hooks the leg. Scruff drops for the count. ~

2!!

3!!!!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... BRIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jones: One man’s streak ends, and the other continues. Easton is gonna need a forget this one.

Hood: Maybe.

Jones: This OCW, Hood. Anyone can win on any given night!

~Despite not being booked, the majority owner thought it prudent that his wife and reigning TransAtlantic Champion attend every show; something about what’s best for business or whatever. So Sahara gathered up a couple members of her entourage – known as her Reservoir Dawgz – and made plans to attend Monday Night Massacre.

Sahara: Where the hell are we again?

Mr. Pink: Winnipeg.

Sahara: We couldn’t even go to Toronto or anything more… American?

~With a dismissive laugh over the greater metropolitan Manitoba area, the White Widow slowly made her way through the backstage area. She’s wearing her traditional black and white attire, complete with the flair of a white mink scarf hanging over her shoulders. As she walked the hallowed halls of the Canada Life Centre, various members of the OCW production crew scrambled to get out of her way, doing their best to make sure nothing upsets the owner's wife. Turning to her entourage, she’s sure to point it out–

Sahara: See how they treat me? That’s respect–

~Turning back in the direction of cater–

Sahara: What the–

~The TransAtlantic champion full-on slams into the Craze champion, Crash Rodriguez. She stumbles as her TransAtlantic title slides off her white mink and she bobbles it, watching as the colorful metallic plates hit the floor.

Crash: Wow, that fell a lot faster than paper it’s printed on… champ!

~Immediately lifting a hand, silently telling her security entourage that she’ll handle it, Sahara bends down and snatches up her title.

Sahara: I see what ya did there. Cuz I’m a paper champ, right? OMGLOL! Hilarious…

~Sahara rolls her eyes as Crash smirks. She then lifts the TA title closer to Crash’s face–

Sahara: How about I shove this paper up yer fucking ass?

~Crash smiles, slowly lifting his own championship just the same.

Crash: I’d say I’d do the same with this, but I think there's a stick in the way–

~As her entourage puff up and try to step forward, Sahara once again reprimands them to stay in their place until told otherwise. She turns her attention back to Crash.

Sahara: You’re lucky I didn’t bring my gear this week–

Crash: (Interjects) Then how about next week? You and me. One on one. Champion versus champion…

~Stepping nearly nose to nose, Sahara nods, flashing a bit of a devious smile.

Sahara: It’s on. And seeing as I’m the owner's wife… I’ll be sure to make it happen.

~Fade back to ringside.

Hood: Wait! Did we just get the ever lovely Sahara versus Crash next week?!

Jones: That’s big! Two of the top title holders in the company going at it?! I’m in!

Hood: And I promise to call this one down the middle, Jones.

Jones: Uh huh, I’m sure you will.

~ The OCWtron lights up and it shows a door backstage with a piece paper held up by a chef’s knife and scribbled on it is “THE KNIFE MAN” in TOMATO RED. We move past the door and find The Knife Man sitting at a desk, the cellphone in his hand that has him in contact with the new “booker”. A text notification goes off. ~

TKM: Our new Commissioner, as they would like to be called, says they hope everyone is enjoying the show tonight.

~ Another notification. ~

TKM: Without further ado, The Commissioner wants to finalize the card for FACE OFF live from the Bell Centre in Montreal, QC Canada where our Canadian tour ends on October 23rd! In the opening match it will be Easton Alexander versus Ball Ball in a number one contender’s match for the OCW Craze Championship!!!!

~ The fans pop for two of their favourites. Another notification goes off. ~

TKM: Last week, Sons of Krayzie have done what no other team could do and that’s knock off Mike Zybala and Partner as the OCW Tag Team Champions! In their first defence they will defend against... CJ O’Donnell and Alice Knight!!!!

~ The fans love this one as Hood dry heaves to the side of the commentator’s desk with Jones shaking his head. Once again, another notification. ~

TKM: We all know the Craze title match is Crash defending against Egan “Harmony” Harmon, but so far Sahara, our TransAtlantic Champion has not had an opponent named... it turns out, the lady who shits with the door open at McDonalds is gonna get her wish as Tamika Strader will face Sahara for the TransAtlantic championship!!!!

~ The Canadian fans pop for Tamika and Sahara knowing it will be a hell of a match. These damn text notifications. ~

TKM: Since our Savage champion is a wee bit busy in the Main Event facing Outcast (or maybe Easton, who knows?) instead of having a Savage defence there will be a number one contender match for the OCW Savage Championship!!! The first competitor never received a rematch when he lost the title and the Commissioner wants to make that right so the A-Lister himself, Dylan Thomas has been chosen! The man he will fight for another shot at the title is a man that has been nothing but savage since his arrival, verbally and physically... The Nickleman!

Jones: Wow, seems the new commissioner has a vision, unlike that stoner, Leo.

Hood: Smith would’ve loved this card.

TKM: Enjoy the rest of the show!!!

~ The OCWtron fades out back to Jones and Hood at ringside. ~

Jones: That’s a heck of a card. Any one of those matches is a Main Event anywhere else.

Hood: Classic OCW, baby!

Singles Match
“THROWBACK” Steve Black (1-1) vs The Big Bifford (13-2)

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!

~ The crowd roars knowing it’s the return of THE BIG BIFFORD and OCW’s own Florida man, Throwback Steve Black. ~

Jones: Big return coming up in minutes, Hood.

Hood: That’s right, Jones. A man who hated Smith as much as I did, and one of the most dominant OCW Champions in recent memory. Surely, he wants that belt back!

Jones: yeah, maybe, Hood. Maybe.

Belvedere: and now ladies and gentlemen of the OCW Faithful... it’s Monday Night Massacre’s MAIN EVENT!!!

~ Big cheap pop from the easily excitable Canadians. They are like squirrels and get excited over all things shiny and new. ~

Belvedere: The following contest is for one fall!!! Introducing first...

~ A hush comes over the arena as the first notes of "Hip to Be Square" by Huey Lewis and The News begins blasting throughout the arena. The fans stand to their feet and begin to boo loudly as "Throw Back" Steve Black walks out onto the stage, waving and giving thumbs up to the fans in every direction. His manager, Lonnie Smith, follows him but keeps his distance. ~

Belvedere: Hailing from Lakeland, Florida... weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds...

~Steve is all smiles as he walks down the entrance ramp toward the ring. He sees a fan giving him the middle finger and responds by putting his index finger up and shouting, "I'm #1!!". Both Steve and Lonnie walk up the ring steps and enter through the middle rope. ~

Belvedere: He is “THROWBACK” STEVE BLACK!!!!!!!!

~They do the Top Gun windmill high five before Lonnie rolls out of the ring and Steve flexes to the dismay of the crowd, though he cluelessly thinks they're in full support of him. He looks very confident he can beat “Clifford”. ~

Jones: Steve Black looking ready to go, Hood!

Hood: Any other match, I’d be all for this clown, he’s got guts, but c’mon. C’mon. C’mon.

Jones: Shut up.

Belvedere: And his opponent...

~ The Canada Life Centre lights go low as “Gangsta’s Paradise” starts to play. The fans are on their feet. Whether they loved or hated the man before, no one can doubt what he did in the ring was impressive. The Man who understands the importance the promotional video and karma walks out onto the stage for the first time in months. ~

Belvedere: Hailing from Columbus, Ohio... weighing at over north of four hundred and fifty pounds... he is... THE BIG BIFFORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~ The Big Bifford takes his time getting to the ring, giving the commentators some extra talking time. ~

Jones: Do you think he’s a changed man, Hood?

Hood: I mean, he looks the same. I don’t know man. I’m all about second chances - - -

Jones: No, you aren’t.

Hood: - - - but even I am not sure you can come from turning homeless people into quality chicken sandwiches.

Jones: Valid. You are on a roll tonight, Hood. Good for you.

~ Tuff checks both men for weapons and once satisfied, he calls for the bell!

~ DING DING DING ~

~ Black and Bifford circle each other, looking for an advantage to make the kill. Suddenly, the two lock up in the center of the ring, Black unable to get the advantage on the much larger mammal. Finally, in frustration, Steve breaks off, and they begin to circle each other again. Again, the two combatants lock up, Bifford in firm control. Bifford pushes Black back into the corner easily with one hand, and Black raises his hands as Biff storms in at him, the ring vibrating with every step. Tuff orders Bifford to break free, who does so immediately. ~

Hood: A clean break. Do you ever remember seeing something like that, Jones?

Jones: Not from The Big Bifford. Maybe he really has turned over a new leaf?

~ Bifford waits for Black to come out of the corner, and the two men lock up a third time. This time, Black presses with all his strength, and Bifford is pinned into the corner, but it’s unknown if he’s actually letting it happen or not, playing mind games. Again, Tuff orders the break, and Black complies. The two men acknowledge each other, their test of power passed, and they knew it was time to get on with it. For a fourth time, the two men grapple in the center of the ring, but this time, Bifford wraps Black into a headlock, holding him tightly. Black presses his palms to Bifford’s back, and pushes him into the ropes. Bifford bounces off, ducks an attempted clothesline from Black, hits the other side, comes back with a clothesline of his own, but Black ducks that. Black spins, follows Bifford into the ropes and hits a knee lift into Bifford’s gut, flipping him to the mat causing Tuff to lose his footing, falling on his ass. Black holds onto the ropes as the ring stops shaking from impact. ~

Hood: I felt that here.

Jones: Yeah, that impact felt like heavy bass you feel in your chest at a Mastadon concert.

~ Black grabs Bifford by the hair, pulling him to his feet, straining, and panting. Black strikes with another knee, backs into the ropes and charges. Bifford avoids the attack, and flips Black off of his feet. Bifford strikes with a quick elbow, quickly gets to his feet (as quickly as the massive man can) and hits with another elbow to Black’s chest. Black rolls over and tries to get to his feet, but Bifford is ready and knocks him back to the mat with a well-placed lariat.

Jones: Bifford has the advantage now!

~ Bifford pulls Black back up, twisting his arm around into an arm bar. Bifford places his foot in front of Black and trips him face first into the mat! Bifford then turns, grabs Black’s legs and pulls them back into a Boston Crab position. Black yells out in pain. ~

Jones: Bifford’s beginning the weardown of Black. He’s wrenching into Black’s back, trying to eliminate some of the man’s power.

Hood: Black won’t be able to walk after a Boston Crab from fuckin’ Bifford.

~ Bifford pulls back even more, his face etched with determination. Black presses his palms to the mat, and gritting his teeth, pushes up, sending Bifford back a few steps, not able to get him to the mat. Black rolls onto his back, sits up and pulls himself to the corner, his back aching terribly. Bifford stands, and before Black can react, slams his knee into Black’s face in the corner. ~

Jones: Vicious move by Bifford, but he’s got Black trapped.

~ Bifford moves back, gaining enough running room, and charges into the corner. Black reacts quickly, slipping out of the ring, causing Bifford to hit the turnbuckles. Bifford staggers back, and Black reaches a hand in to trip Bifford to the mat. Black then climbs the turnbuckles, and launches himself, going for his trademark knee drop, but wouldn’t you know it? The dumb fucker misses it. Again. ~

Hood: That’s gotta be my favourite move!

Jones: A missed knee drop to the head?

Hood: Yeah, hilarious!

~ Black rights himself, as Bifford gets back up, and the two men lock up again in the center of the ring. Black locks Bifford up in a headlock, and runs forward, and drops down to the mat, but with the aid of Bifford pushing him down to the mat. Bifford wraps an arm around Black’s head when he lifts him up and DDT’s Black to the mat, making the ring shake again. ~

Jones: Great counter from Bifford!

Hood: One of the many reasons he legitimized the OCW Championship!

~ Bifford comes back to Black who stands up. Black grabs Bifford and tries for a Vertical Suplex, but Bifford reverses it (because there is no damn way Black is lifting up Bifford), holds him in the air for a while, then drops him backwards. He picks up Black and drops him with a another DDT. He goes for a cover.

KICKOUT!

Hood: Honestly, that’s surprising.

Jones: I tend to agree, Hood.

~ Bifford picks him up and is about to scoop slam him, but Black blocks him, and starts to punch him. Bifford staggers, and Black bounces off the ropes and clotheslines him. Bifford stands tall. Black bounces to the ropes two more times and finally on the third clothesline attempt, Biff is sent to the mat. He then follows him. Black then tries for an Irish Whip into the corner, but Bifford reverses it, sending the man shoulder first into the turnbuckle. ~

Jones: Nice reversal by the former two-time OCW Champion.

~ Bifford then moves past Black and climbs to the second turnbuckle. As Black stands up, he jumps off with a flying Axe-Handle, knocking him back down. He then wraps him up in a Sleeper. Black slowly fights to his feet, Bifford standing up with him. Black drops down, bringing Bifford’s chins ontop of his bleach blonde haired head. Black, with an visceral yell manages to somehow hip-toss the massive man and makes a cover! ~

2!!

KICKOUT!

Jones: Black returns the favor, and comes close to a pin!

Hood: Hey now, Bifford just need that extra second to catch his breath.

~ Both men stand up slowly, shaking their heads. Black barely whips Bifford into the ropes (more of a light jog than running like anyone else), and goes for a clothesline, Bifford ducks the clothesline, and comes back with one of his own, sending Black to the mat hard. He follows up with a leg drop across Black’s throat, the ring posts rattling from the impact. Black rolls back to his feet. Bifford tries to whip him into the corner, but Black reverses and follows up with a huge splash in the corner. As Bifford staggers out, he drops Bifford with a swinging DDT. Tuff drops to make the count. ~

2!!

KICKOUT

Hood: I’m not really sure the ring can keep handle those impacts, Jones.

Jones: The ring is built tough. Built Proud. Built Strong.

~ Black pulls Bifford back up and wraps him up, and brings him down with a low blow that Tuff misses cause Bifford makes a better door than a window. He then tries to hook the big man’s leg, but makes the smart choice just laying over top of him. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!

Jones: Another two count, you think Bifford is just playing with his food?

Hood: 100%

~ Black stands up and locks Bifford up in a Reverse Chin Lock. He grinds, and Bifford shoots a hand out to the ropes, and the ref orders Black off. Black backs away. Bifford climbs to his feet, and as Black comes in to clothesline him over the top rope, Bifford grabs his arm, spins, and hooks him in a back arm lock. He pushes upward on the arm, holding him at a distance. Bifford finnally lets go, and as Black spins around, he kicks him in the stomach and DDTs him. He hooks the leg.~

2!!

3!!!! NO KICKOUT!!!!

Jones: It was almost Bifford’s!

Hood: Steve Black doesn’t have much left in the tank, but hey, at least Big Bifford said he might buy the guy’s t-shirt!

~ Bifford climbs to his feet, and picks up Black by the head, and locks him up from behind, bringing him up and dropping him down with a Belly-To-Back Suplex. He then drops a leg across Black's neck. Another cover. ~

2!!

KICKOUT

Jones: The amount of attempted covers in this match is incredible! But neither man is giving an inch!!!

~ The two combatants rise, breathing hard, sweat drenching their bodies because one has used up his energy and the other, is, well, fat. Black goes for a kick, which Bifford deftly catches, but this allows Black to hit an Enziguiri, sending Bifford to a knee. Black bounces off the ropes and hits a knee drop into Bifford’s kidneys making the big man stumble forward a bit to all fours but pushes himself back up. Getting to his feet, Black circles Bifford as he struggles to get all the way back up. Positioning himself behind Bifford, Black applies a sleeper hold. Bifford struggles, trying to break the move. Black applies deeper pressure, trying to put Bifford to sleep. Suddenly Bifford pushes hard with his feet, sending the two men back into the corner. ~

Hood: Smart move by Bifford, squashing Black in the corner!

~ Black finally begins to stir, as Bifford moves forward, grabs him by the hair, and hits a YUGE body-slam, taking the rest of his breath away. Bifford goes for a cover. Tuff counts. ~

2!!

KICKOUT!!!! Jones: SO Close!! But Black still has some fight left in him! This match is way too important for him!

~ Bifford looks around and pulls Black back up, but Black hooks Bifford and tries rolls him into a small package but Bifford is too heavy, and squashes Black!

Hood: Start calling him Flapjack Steve Flat!

~ Black is struggling to get back on his feet, as The Big Bifford is starting to move back to his, signalling to the crowd he’s had enough but the look on his face!

Jones: Black has definitely fought better than I thought he would.

Hood: Yeah, I’ll give him that but Bifford is about to end it!

~ Black tries to trip Bifford as he tries to get back to his feet, giving Black enough time to stand. Black pulls Bifford up off the mat, and starts to whip him into the ropes, but Bifford reverses the move, causing Black to be sent careening into them. Black comes off the ropes and an amazingly swift move from a big man like Bifford, he pulls Black’s head between his legs, grabbing a hold around his waist, jumping and falling back with a PILEDRIVER!!! ~

Jones: Man, a Piledriver from The Big Bifford should kill a lot more people!!!!!! Bifford hit it though!!! He’s making the cover!

~ Tuff is starts sending his hand to slap the mat in his count. ~

2!!

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And winner by pinfall... THE BIG BIFFORD!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jones: It's over! Bifford wins in his return to OCW!!!

Hood: There was never any doubt. Black though, guy put up a fight.

Jones: That he did. Black is slowly trying to roll out of the ring, which says a lot about how much he can withstand!

~Bifford gets to his feet, looking exhausted, looking up at the crowd they pop for him and he smirks. He raises his hand in victory and they pop again. Walking over to the side of the ring he motions for a microphone and is given one.~

Bifford: It's good to be back... it's good to beat Steve Black..

~The crowd pops again.~

Bifford: I am going to be a hero to y'all.. and that starts right now. No more killing, we're gonna win the trial, we're gonna get Kenny outta jail... and I'm going to make amends for my many crimes.

~The crowd cheers for Bifford.~

Bifford: On that island.. the one that I retreated to after I relegitimized the OCW Championship.. someone told me I wasn't alone there. I found rafts.. I found people who had come there from another island.. and I found a familiar OCW face.. I could barely recognize him - he had a long crazy beard and long crazy hair. But I shaved him and I brought him back to civilization.. and I'm gonna bring back one of OCW's best..

~The crowd starts buzzing.~

Bifford: I think we all thought he died in that volcano.. but he didn't. Sorry, Jones.. you're out of a job again.

Jones: What!?

Hood: Uh oh...

Bifford: Ladies and gentlemen... SMITH!

~Bifford points to the entrance, and Smith walks out, looking a little rabid and maybe kinda crazy from being with islanders that don't speak English for many months. He waves to the fans. Bifford exits the ring and leaves through the crowd, slapping hands as he walks through the fans, leaving Smith to have center stage for a moment. Earl the Popcorn Salesman, walks out from the back and motions for Smith to come to him. The crowd gives one last pop for Smith being back.~

Jones: This doesn't mean...

Hood: I'm pretty sure it does, bud. Last Massacre for you, new Smith. Old Smith is back.. and I hope he doesn't remember.. what happened…

Jones: Well folks it looks like we are out of time tonight.

Hood: Already? Show was getting good. Jones: You could say that again, but we will see you all next week, well, not me, for the go home-

~ Subhuman self plays as the roof blows off the place one more time. A night full of Canadian heroes caps off with one more, as Easton Alexander limps to the ring one more time tossing a mic in his right hand. He steps into the ring as the crowd cools off. ~

Easton: It seems like everytime I come down to the ring I'm limping or hurt, and I would like to say i'm getting used to it but I'm not. Listen regardless of the result tonight I have some explaining to do. I came out here last week and apologised and I meant every word, but I've been hiding across the sea for so long it feels… and I don't even know what form, I'm drinking myself to death in Japan trying to avoid my responsibility. So here I am now… i said you might not see me again at the end of my talk last week, and i realised i shouldn't have said that, a lot of people are counting on me to be somebody… so I'm gonna shoot my shot.

…

Outcast!

~The crowd boo at the mention of the World Champion.~

Jones: No way!

Hood: Okay kid… lets see it.

Easton: … You were champ here when I joined almost Six-Seven months ago, and here you are now Champion once again, i feel like i've got a little momentum, yeah ive been losing but ive been losing to stars, killers. And now I want you, I'm in the top ten in this company and that's the truth… so PIC can wait, i want a shot next week. Come out here and give me an answer.

~Backbreaker hits over the PA and the crowd begins cheering as Outcast appears at the top of the entrance way with the OCW championship over his shoulder. Outcast has a massive smirk on his face as he walks down to the ring and climbs through the ropes. Outcast is looking at Easton and visibly laughing at him. Easton is visibly frustrated, but Outcast keeps laughing. Outcast shakes his head "no", then turns and begins walking away. ~

Easton: DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME YOU SON OF A B*TCH!!!

~Easton grabs Outcast by the shoulder and spins him around. Outcast responds by immediately kicking Easton between the legs. Easton grabs his crotch and falls to his knees. Outcast holds the OCW title to Easton's face and says "this is as close as you'll ever get to it". Outcast drops the title on the mat and pulls Easton up and delivers the Burnout (package piledriver) onto the OCW championship. Outcast spins up and shoves Easton's body off the championship with his boot. Outcast grabs the title and hold it over his head to a mixed reaction. ~