~ 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 inside Videotron Centre of Quebec City, Quebec. ~
I’M PICS BOTTOM BITCH
~ The Quebec City fans are on their feet cheering for tonight’s show. We pan down to one half of the greatest announce team in the industry today; Hood. ~
Hood: I guess I am supposed to welcome you fuckin’ heathens to the show since Jones has been relegated to a lowly backstage interviewer and Smith is returning... well, apparently returning. Shit, I didn’t even notice The Knife Man in the ring. What does that big fucker want?
~ The camera pans to THE KNIFE MAN standing centre ring in his best coveralls, hair on his mask freshly steamed cleaned, looking very professional. ~
TKM: Welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m your medic SLASH mechanic, The Knifey Man!
~ The Quebec City crowd start up a “KNIFEY” chant. ~
TKM: Thank you, thank you! I’m out here to start the show because as everyone knows, Leo was relieved of his duties as the bossman around these parts and a Commissioner has been put in place. Well, that’s why I am out here!
Hood: Well, it - - - oh right, I’m by myself. Hey Hood, guess they are finally telling us who the new booker person is. Damn Hood, it’s about time.
TKM: So without further ado... your OCW Commissioner!!!!
~ The crowd is buzzing with anticipation when “Just A Girl” by No Doubt starts to play through the arena sound system. The Canadian fans are on their feet as they know exactly who is on their way out. ~
Hood: Ah great. Well, it was nice while it lasted. Once again a fuckin’ Strader is my damn boss.
~ After a few seconds, VICTORIA STRADER steps out from behind the curtain as the both sides of the entrance ramp, top to bottom, explode in pink and silver pyrotechnics. The daughter of The Raven and The Cowgirl turns her ponytail’d head side to side, Strader sneer on her face. Hanging her hands by her thumbs in her pink denim jeans that matches her jacket, she struts down to the ring. Vee rolls under the bottom rope and hops up, sneer still there and she gives The Knife Man a hug. He hands her the microphone. She might say she doesn’t care what the fans think, but Canada was a special kinda place that always cheered their homegrown talent, even if they are bad guys. Behind her sneer, Victoria addresses the crowd. ~
Victoria Strader: QUEBEC CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCW FAITHFUL: O-C-DUBS! O-C-DUBS! O-C-DUBS!
Hood: I can’t wait to leave this damn country. Six more days, six more days, Hood. You can do this! YOU ARE HOOD!
Victoria Strader: So first things first... Hood!
~ Hood looks up from the commentary desk at Victoria. He seems a bit nervous but doing his best not to show it. ~
Victoria Strader: You are looking a tad bit lonely down there! So why not get that seat filled. I’d like to thank Jones for doing the best he could the last half year or so but as you all know, he is no SMITH! So, Smith, my man, get your ass down to the commentary table where you belong!
~ Smith comes from the behind the curtain, looking much better than he did after last week’s main event, all cleaned up but something in his eyes... he’s seen some shit. The crowd cheer for him as Victoria watches him get to the commentary table and Hood uncharacteristically hugs his long tie broadcast partner. ~
Hood: Welcome back, man! You remember anything from Technical Difficulties?
~ Smith looks at him curiously. ~
Smith: Thanks...? It’s good to be home!
Victoria Strader: As you know, the Board of Directors for LGE held an emergency meeting due to some ongoing issues going on here in OCW. I am not going to get into the semantics of it all, but what I am going to do is run this show with an Iron Fist. Starting with Jamie Blankenship. Jamie, you came to my proxy in The Knife Man, asking for a match and I waited until the opening show video to make this decision because I might be a bitch, but I’m not a c*nt. The c*nt is in a coma. Now Jamie, until you show me that you care about being apart of the OCW machine, you are hereby suspended... without pay.
Smith: Seems the new boss isn’t --- ARGhnjborn8jferrr --- fooling around.
~ Hood gives him a weird look. ~
Victoria Strader: You know the number, Jamie. You want that suspension lifted? Prove it. Also, I’m afraid the opening match has to be cancelled. It seems that Miss Calaway decided to head south with some of her “queens” and now is stuck at the border. Now, Alexandra... you at least let the office know, so I won’t be suspending you without pay like I have the other one but know this is your one and only warning. Things around here? They are changing. The heathens have been running around doing whatever they want, and that changes now. Now, I have taken up enough of the airtime it’s time to get this show going! I want everyone in the back to remember this one simple thing...
Smith: Veronica seems to have changed since I have been gone, Hood.
Hood: She has but that isn’t the PROUD and STRONG greatest former TransAtlantic champion. That’s Victoria. She’s a ---~ He stops himself realizing she probably would watch this over again. ~ --- a wonderful person.
Victoria Strader: God forgives.
OCW FAITHFUL: I DON’T!
~ “Just A Girl” starts up again as she heads to the backstage area near Checkers Position to keep an eye on the show. ~
~ The scene fades into Marvelous Mike Mason sitting on a toilet. The Mecca of Manhood has his shirt off, and his workout shorts are around his ankles. The Abdominal Adonis sits upright and looks to the camera. ~
Mike Mason: Hello OCW constituents. I apologize for the setting of this segment, but when you eat as much protein as The Mecca of Manhood you tend to take some big, stinky dumps. Speaking of big pieces of sh*t, I'm here to issue a challenge to the biggest, stinkiest piece of sh*t in OCW, Robert Griner.
Robert, you b*tch tit, floppy gut, Canadian coward. You say you only wrestle in main events, but you've sniffed way more pills than you have main events. So, I'm going to help you get back some relevancy by letting you step into the ring with The Bod God. I'm challenging you to a flag match.
I don't care if it's Massacre, Death March, Piledriver, OCW Radio broadcast exclusive, or some house show. I'm going to slam your flabby body through the mat and cover you in old glory.
Huuu….uuggghhh.
~A giant plop is heard in the toilet bowl and the Big Natty Daddy gives a sigh of relief. The Titan of Tenacity reaches behind him and pulls forth a pack of Dude Wipes. The Don of Deltoids opens the package but it is empty. He tosses it into the trash can and then goes for toilet paper but finds an empty roll. The President of Pump shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head in disbelief. ~
Mike Mason: *sarcastically* Oh no, what will I do. OH, WAIT!
~The Sultan of Swole reaches off screen and pulls back a Canadian flag. The Count of Calves holds the flag in his hands and smirks at it. ~
Mike Mason: This will work perfectly, besides what else would anyone use this rag for?
~The Lord of Lats crumples the flag up and leans forward. The shot suddenly cuts away back to the ring. ~
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 15 minute time limit. Both competitors are already in the ring. Introducing first… Sugar Valentine!!! And his opponent… The Dirt Bag Kid!!!
~The crowd does nothing as DBK shakes his two liter of Surge before removing the cap and letting it shoot out all over the fans in the front row.~
Smith: DBK just exploded his Surge all over the fans. I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be very difficult to clean up with as much sugar as that stuff has in it.
Hood: Who cares? This match is dumb.
~The two begin circling each other, neither used to having to make the first move in any match. Before they can lock up, “Hip to Be Square” by Huey Lewis and the News begins playing throughout the arena. The fans begin to boo as “Throw Back” Steve Black steps out onto the stage. He’s all smiles with Lonnie Smith in tow. Steve struts down to the ring, waving at the fans and trying to hug little kids that don’t seem to want hugged. He walks up the ring steps and into the ring, staring down at the two “wrestlers” in the ring.~
Hood: Ok, ok. Now things are getting interesting.
Smith: Who is this guy?
Hood: It’s “Throw Back” Steve Black. He’s one of the best new wrestlers around here.
Smith: He looks like he just came through a time machine.
Hood: Exactly!
~The two competitors prepare themselves for a fight, but Steve assures them he’s not here for trouble. He grabs a microphone as the music dies down. The crowd boos him rather loudly.~
Steve: Hey, hey… no need to boo these jobber dudes. They deserve your respect, kind of. Haha, I’m just messing. Cupid and the Dirty Bag are cool cats, and I got no beef with either of you. What I do have a beef with, is OCW management canceling the “Throw Back” Steve Black victory celebration for this week!
Smith: Why would he have a victory celebration? According to the stat sheet, he’s lost his last two matches, including last week to Bifford.
Hood: Maybe he feels like a winner either way? It’s bad form to cancel a scheduled event, especially on short notice. Unless Thad decided it. Then it makes perfect sense.
Smith: Who?
~Steve continues.~
Steve: I mean, I’m no conspiracy theorist here, but I’ve never been pinned or submitted in a wrestling ring. I’ve won every match, easily I might add, and just this past week I secured my place in OCW history by destroying The Big Bifford live in the middle of the ring… on Monday Massacre!!!
~Steve actually gets half a pop there. Some people always fall for that.~
Smith: He didn’t.
Steve: But as I was saying, that victory celebration was canceled because the powers that be can’t handle all the mega power being generated by yours truly. And this has caused me to do a little self-reflection. So while I was looking at myself, staring at these glorious muscles for hours upon hours, I realized that “Throw Back” Steve Black needs some backup to make sure crud like this never happens again.
~As Steve talks, two men slide into the ring behind DBK and Sugar Valentine. The man behind DBK is a 6’3 African American stud. He wears what appears to be hundreds of gold chains around his neck and has the coolest mohawk you’ve ever seen. His counterpart, a tanned white muscle man, has flowing locks of golden hair and the coolest set of shades atop his head. The two men simultaneously attack, beating the jobbers into oblivion. The black guy scoops DBK and tosses him over his head and out of the ring. The white dude kicks Sugar Valentine in the junk before powerbombing him in the middle of the ring. Valentine rolls outside the ring as the three hulking hunks stand tall. The crowd doesn’t care too much about DBK or Valentine, but boo the trio nonetheless.~
Smith: These two assailants have just manhandled DBK and Sugar Valentine! But who are they?
Hood: I can guarantee they are NOT Mr. T. and “Hot Stuff” Eddie Gilbert.
~Steve laughs as the two flank him in the ring.~
Steve: Allow me to introduce you to some of my friends. This powerhouse of pain to my left with a sick mohawk and a million dollars worth of gold around his neck, is none other than the true baddest man on the planet… “TIME MACHINE” JIMMY GREENE!!!
~Jimmy Greene raises both hands high in the air.~
Steve: And to my right, the man that makes all the ladies crazy… “OLD SCHOOL” OLLIE RHULE!!!
~Ollie stands there with his hands on his hips, posing sexually for all the women in attendance. Steve hands the microphone over to Jimmy Greene as the crowd continues to boo.~
Jimmy: All you fools in the back better listen up, because The Big Mean Time Machine, Jimmy Greene, is going to beat off all comers. You come in my face, and I promise you, I’ll beat you all off one by one. Our time is then, now, and forever!
Smith: No, no it’s not.
Hood: We’ve been advised by legal council to divulge OCW does not condone the use of that slogan in any format.
~Jimmy Greene hands the microphone to his counterpart, Ollie Rhule. He opens his mouth and speaks with a smooth Southern drawl.~
Ollie: All I been hearin’ since I got the call up is how this place is full a big time rasslers, but judgin’ from the look a things all I see’s a bunch a big time punks. Ain’t nobody got nothin’ on these three thoroughbreds standin’ in the ring right now. We’ll take on everybody in the back if we hafta and we’ll love every minute of it. Hey OCW… Ollie, Ollie oxen free… you can’t beat me!
Smith: Strong words from… “Old School” Ollie is it?
Hood: This guy sounds like he’s right out of 1986 Memphis wrestling in all the right ways.
~Ollie gives the microphone over to Steve Black for the final words.~
Steve: You’re lookin’ at three of the best to ever do this, and soon, all of OCW is gonna know what they’re dealing with. We’re not stopping until the tag team gold is around our waists. OCW consider yourself put on blast… a BLAST from the PAST!!!
~The Beverly Hills Cop theme begins to play as the three men pose again in the ring. This beautifully made logo appears on the OCW tron as the scene fades to black.~
WHITE WIDOW FOR LIFE
SPANK ME THAD!
LOU CAN SCREW MY MOM
LET US READ YOUR BOOKS W.G.!!
FOUR BASTARDS ARE BETTER THAN A HOOT&FOOK!
DYLAN CAN LICK MY A-LISTER ;)
CJ O’DONNELL (19-7) VS BALL BALL (5-4)
~Hooked on a feeling begins to play as a swarm of Goons run out from the stands onto the ramp~
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
I can’t stop this feeling
~Lavar Ball runs out onto the stage ready to soak in the boos. He waves his arms like a windmill before bringing his hand to his ear facing the crowd. The lights turn black as the crowd boos~
When you hold me
IIIIIIIIIIIIII”MM
~The lights strobe in every color under the sun. Red and green fireworks blast from the sides of the stage. Ball Ball emerges from the stage, crip walking~
HOOKED ON A FEELING!
Belvedere: From Khartoum, Sudan. Standing at a staggering 7’2, he is the tallest man to ever kick your ass… BALL BALL!
~Ball Ball walks through the wave of Goons on the ramp, Lavar following close behind him with his hand still to his ear. The Goons start dapping him up and yelling their signature catch phrase~
Goons: YESSSIIIRRRRR. YURRRRRRR.
~As Ball Ball reaches the ring, he uses his lanky ass legs to step up onto the apron with ease, and in one stride, he steps over the top rope and into the ring. He reaches the center of the ring and stands ready in jump ball position as the music fades~
Belvedere: And his opponent hailing from Boston, MA... he is... CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!!
~ Kings Never Die by Eminem starts to play as CJ O'Donnell walks down to the ring with confidence and bravado. ~
~ DING DING DING ~
~ The bell rings and the much bigger and taller Ball Ball immediately charges right at CJ! The smaller, more experienced wrestler is able to duck out of the way and deliver a few kidney shots to Ball Ball as he charges past. CJ then kicks Ball Ball in the back of the knee, forcing Ball to go down to a kneeling position. CJ quickly follows up by wrapping his arms around Ball Ball's throat and taking him to the mat with a sleeper hold! CJ has the submission locked in tight, and it looks like Ball Ball is struggling to breath!~
Smith: The Distinguished One is showing us what distinguishes him right here!
Hood: Fan favorite Ball-Ball is in a tricky spot right now!
~ CJ keeps choking Ball, the lock growing tighter by the second. CJ hollers out some intimidating jargon into Ball Ball's ear as he wrangles him back even further. Ball tries to bring his hands up to loosen CJ's grip on the neck, but it's no use! CJ's technique is just too clean! Life seems to be fading from Ball Ball's eyes! ~
Hood: CJ is going to win this match with the quickness! He's coming back strong after Crash's betrayal last week!
Smith: Don't call Ball out yet, I can hear the fans rallying behind him!
~ Sure enough, chants of 'Ball-Ball' can be heard echoing throughout the arena as CJ keeps the rear naked choke applied. Ball Ball tries to fight out again, but still he isn't able! But things take a huge change when CJ rotates his position on the mat, and ends up with both his shoulders touching the ground! The referee goes down to make the count! ~
1!
Hood: Wait, what the hell is happening here? Why's the ref counting?!
2!
Smith: CJ has Ball in a submission, but CJ has his shoulders on the mat at the same time! Ball is technically pinning him!
3-NO!
~ CJ realizes what's happening and releases the hold to avoid the pinfall, much to his own chagrin. CJ O'Donnel lets go of the choke and pushes Ball Ball off of him. The Distinguished One immediately rises to his feet and starts slaw jacking the referee for having the audacity to call a pinfall. Meanwhile, Ball Ball is crawling over towards the ropes and trying to regain his breath! ~
Hood: That referee was trying to screw CJ!
Smith: No, Ball Ball just almost got lucky!
~ When CJ decides that the referee has had enough of a talking to, he walks back over towards Ball, who is now standing and leaned against the ropes. CJ rotates his head around on his neck as he cracks his knuckles at Ball Ball. The taller wrestler looks a bit intimidated, and CJ O'Donnell smells blood in the water. He charges straight towards Ball with a clothesline! But Ball ducks beneath it, and ends up lifting CJ O'Donnell up and over the ropes, onto the ringside apron! ~
~ With CJ in a state of surprise, Ball Ball quickly turns back around and connects with a huge haymaker to O'Donnell's face! CJ looks dazed and confused, and for a second he's about to fall off the apron, but Ball Ball catches him by his wrestling gear before lifting CJ O'Donnell over the ropes and back into the squared circle with a huge suplex that shakes the entire ring, from corner to corner and post to post! After CJ's body hits the mat, he bounces like a ragdoll over to the other side of the mat! ~
Smith: What a huge suplex from Ball Ball!
Hood: He might just be turning the momentum of this match around!
~ CJ and Ball both get to their feet in a hurry. They push themselves up to standing positions before staring into each other's eyes from across the ring. After a few seconds they both duck their heads and charge forward, determined to meet once more in the center of the ring! ~
~THAT'S WHEN BALL BALL SPEARS CJ O'DONNELL, NEARLY CUTTING HIM IN HALF! ~
Smith: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
Hood: Look out CJ!
~ Two men collapse back to the mat after the rough football tackle, and Ball Ball immediately hooks a leg for the pin! ~
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Hood: The leader of Paramount isn't going down that easy!
Smith: But what a great showing from Ball Ball so far! CJ was dominating him early, but now he's flipped the script! If Ball Ball manages to pull this one out, this will be the biggest win of his character!
Hood: I think CJ's got this on lock still!
~ Ball Ball slams the mat in frustration with the 2-count before standing tall and pulling CJ O'Donell up with him. By now CJ is looking bruised and battered, and perhaps even a bit concussed. Ball Ball tries to set him up for a big finishing move, but CJ has just enough wits left to push Ball Ball back. Ball Ball sneers at CJ before coming back at him once more and placing him into the clinch. The two men grapple with each other in the middle of the ring before Ball Ball starts to gain the advantage, and after a few seconds he's pushing CJ into one of the corner turnbuckles. ~
Smith: You don't want to get into a test of strength with a man who's bigger than you, and that's what CJ just did!
Hood: CJ knows what he's doing in there!
~ Ball Ball suddenly breaks the hold once CJ is in the corner. Then, Ball Ball starts going to town with rough knife chops to the chest! After four of them CJ's chest is looking all sorts of red, and Ball Ball is looking all sorts of proud. Ball Ball headbutts CJ with thunderous force that echoes throughout the arena, causing CJ O'Donell to stumble forward out of the corner. Ball Ball watches CJ move slowly with a big smirk, before Ball Ball gives CJ O'Donell a huge slap across the face that sends him back into the turnbuckle. ~
Smith: Ball Ball is having his way here! I wonder what he has planned next!
~ Ball Ball backs up out of the corner before charging back at CJ and hitting him with a Posterizer (stinger splash!) CJ immediately stumbles out of the corner once more, but this time Ball Ball is expecting it and hits him with a follow-up Alley-Oop (Pop-Up Cutter)! CJ O'Donnell hits the mat in a world of pain as Ball Ball scoops the leg and goes for the cover! ~
Smith: WHAT A KILLER COMBINATION FROM BALL BALL!
~ The referee counts the pin! ~
Hood: No, this can't be it! This can't be the end!
1!
2!
3!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... BALL BALL!!!!!!!
Hood: Well slap my ass and call me Jones! Ball Ball won!
Smith: But aren’t you ---ERRRARGUGHnf78SAerrr --- Hood?
Hood: Last I checked.
Smith: Hmm. Ok then.
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don’t realize
What you do to me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything’s alright
BOB GRENIER (21-16) VS THE NICKLEMAN (4-1)
Hood: Once again, management has denied Bob a main event match!
Smith: What, is Bob Grenier trying to play the Hall of Fame status?
Hood: That he is.
Smith: Classic OCW, baby!
~ Hood goes to say “hey, that’s my line” but doesn’t want to trigger memories of him leaving Smith on the island. Anyway. Belvedere stands centre ring ready to go! ~
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first...
~ “Since I’m a Bastard – This Grey City” starts to play and the fans boo loudly as he finger pistols them like the bastard he is. Get it? Anyway.~
Belvedere: Hailing from Steubenville, Ohio representing THE BROTHERHOOD OF BASTARDS.... THE NICKLEMAN!!!!
Smith: I see here in Jones’ notes that he is facing Dylan Thomas for a shot at the Savage title?
Hood: Yep! Outside of a triple threat where Tamika Strader pinned BRIM, Charlie hasn’t been pinned yet in OCW. Grenier won’t be a walk in the park though, if he shows up.
~ The Bastard awaits Bob Grenier but JAM G steps out on the entrance ramp. Hood face palms. ~
Hood: Man, not that clown.
Smith: Who is --- eerrrUGHARG66haddf --- that?
Hood: Just Another Masked Guy.
~ JAM G runs down to the ring, not giving Belvedere a chance to introduce him. He slides into the ring and The Nickleman levels him instantly with DEVIL HOOK DROP(Double Arm DDT). He yels at Juff to ring the bell.~
~ DING DING DING ~
~ The Nickleman puts a foot on JAM G and Juff drops to count. ~
1!
2!!
3!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvdere: And your winner via pinfall... THE NICKLEMAN!!!!
Smith: Well, that was fast.
Hood: That’s what she said.
~ The Nickleman kicks JAM G out of the ring as THE LOCKWOOD PARTY comes out from the entrance way. The Bastard smiles, holding his hand, opening and closing his hand for them to bring it. He yells at Juff to ring the bell! ~
Smith: Impromptu Handicap match!!!!
Hood: CLASSIC OCW, BABY!
~ TLP get to the ring and they too yell at Juff to ring the bell. The Nickleman licks his lips, smiling sadistically. ~
~ DING DING DING ~
~ The Nickleman, starts trading left and right’s between the two friends of Bob Grenier. They manage to stop him and send him to ropes. On his return the fat bastard flies through the air with a double arm clothesline, knocking the taste out of The Lockwood Party’s mouths. ~
Smith: This guy is good, Hood! I see why he was given an opportunity to face Dylan Thomas this upcoming Sunday!
Hood: He hasn’t been pinned yet, Smith!
~ The Nickleman grabs the one and DEVIL HOOK DROPS him onto the others head, a sickening crunching of skulls is heard and the bloodthirsty Canadian fans cheer for the violence, not caring where the Nickleman is aligned. He throws himself back first on top of the two men and Juff falls to count. ~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvdere: And your winner via pinfall... THE NICKLEMAN!!!!
~ The Nickleman rolls out of the ring, adding two more W’s to the left column.~
Smith: I hope Dylan was watching, preparing himself for this match.
Hood: He’s not the A-Lister for no reason, but you are right.
~In the backstage area, The Big Bifford is standing with Earl the Popcorn Salesman. The crowd pops huge for Bifford, as he is a giant star and is back.~
Earl: So.. Bob Grenier next week, eh?
Bifford: Yep..
Earl: That’s a pretty big match.
Bifford: Yes, especially since he beat me for the GCWA Championship a few years back..
Earl: Uh..
Bifford: What?
Earl: What did you say? About GCWA?
Bifford: Bob Grenier beat me.. back in 2019.. for the Championship..
Earl: Umm..
Bifford: What?! WHAT IS IT!?
Earl: That was Ed Houston..
Bifford: What?
Earl: Ed Houston..
Bifford: Who? Isn’t that the same guy as Bob Grenier?
Earl: No.. they’re definitely two different guys.
~The two men stand there in awkward silence for a few moments.~
Bifford: Then who the fuck is Bob Grenier?
~Earl shrugs and the crowd laughs at Bifford’s antics.~
Bifford: Is he the one who won the second Goldfish and Baby Turtle Elimination Match in 2019 OCW?
Earl: No, that was Chad Vargas-
Bifford: -and Vargas isn’t Bob Grenier?
Earl: No, these are all different people..
Bifford: Shit.. who the fuck is Bob Grenier?
~The two men shrug and walk off.~
DIANA WATTS (1-2) VS PIC (16-3)
Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Cleveland, Ohio... DIANA WATTS!!!!
~Carl Orff - O Fortuna ~ Carmina Burana hits in the arena. Green strobe lights give the arena a mild headache as Diana Watts walks out from the curtain. 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 start. ~
~The intro to "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA 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... He is your OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION... 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
Playin' to win
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
~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 the Savage Championship belt and hands them to the referee.~
~ DING DING DING ~
~ The referee for this match, Tuff, moves back and keeps his eyes on both wrestlers as they move into the center of the ring. Diana steps out of her corner cautiously, waiting for PIC to make the first strike. PIC, contrary to her expectations, walks in calmly, extending his hand for a seemingly calm handshake. Diana looks bemused at such a cliché’ and overused tactic. Former Fish heads employee, however, makes a movement as if she would fall pray for such a thing, only to pull her hand away… and PIC replies with a laugh! Diana mocks laughter, looking out at the crowd, and the PIC takes the advantage hitting a harsh knee clip. Diana falls roughly onto her back and PIC presses his early advantage by gripping her right leg by the knee, hooking it for a submission attempt. Diana quickly regains her sense of mind, kicking PIC off. Diana rolls to her feet but the PIC still goes on the assault with some quick right hands. Using the match rules to her advantage, Diana backs into the ropes, causing The Ref to hold back PIC. Pimp in Charge scoffs, seemingly intent on finishing Diana as quickly as possible. Diana, small amounts of panic on her face, suddenly smirks, giving PIC a light clap for his efforts so far. The style of match hasn't been determined yet as Watts moves away from the ropes, PIC giving her the space she needs. ~
Smith: PIC getting out to a fast start. Who is he?
Hood: He is an old acquaintance of The Lost Stranger. Been nearly unbeatable.
~ Diana makes the first move attempting to lock up once again which PIC accepts. PIC, using his height and weight advantage, keeps to the early trend of the match as he is the first to gain the upper hand, breaking away from the left hand and getting behind Diana in a reverse waist lock. Diana quickly counters, sending harsh elbows back, pounding at the PIC’s temple. PIC maintains his grip on the rookie, attempting to lift Diana into the air. Diana, however, doesn't let him get that far, using his weakening grip to turn around, changing the hold to a reverse waist lock of her own. Diana keeps steady ground and starts forcing PIC lower to the ground, pushing a boot into the back of his knee. ~
Smith: Diana is better than she looks, Hood.
Hood: She did beat Dylan Thomas in her debut, Smith.
Smith: That’s no small --- errARGHJJnkjsfn86errr --- feat.
~ PIC starts to buckle forward but switches strategies as he reaches down and grips Diana’s boot, tripping Watts onto her back. PIC quickly returns to the knee hook he held in the previous exchange, trying to make a turn into a Single legged Boston crab. Watts holds herself steady on the mat as PIC attempts to make the turn both ways, both unsuccessful. Tiring of PIC having the advantage, Diana makes a change in movement, pulling her hooked leg, as well as PIC, towards herself. This allows Diana to throw more hard elbow shots at PIC’s forehead, ending with a hard straight kick to the abdomen. PIC staggers back holding his stomach, and Diana rolls back to her feet, shaking the leg out before rushing forward and slamming a knee right into PIC's chest. PIC doubles over from the unexpected stiff move, and this allows the Watts to lock PIC into a standing head scissors, quickly looking to hook the arms in a butterfly lock. However, PIC only allows one arm to be hooked before dropping to his knees and twirling up, with his own arm still hooked. PIC grabs a hold of Diana's hair with his free hand and pulls Diana into a front face lock, seemingly ready to drop into a DDT. To his dismay, Watts reverses, locking in a waist lock, planting her feet and bringing PIC down to the mat with a bridged northern lights suplex! Tuff counts!~
1!
KICKOUT!
~ Diana keeps the hold in as she rolls to the side, attempting to bring both wrestlers back to their feet for a second go. The second Northern Lights is countered as PIC drives a harsh elbow into Diana’s spine. PIC breaks the waist lock, hooking both Watts’s arms, twirling both wrestlers and sliding her down to the mat in a backslide pin. Tuff is ready to slap that mat like Thad and Sahara’s ass.
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
~ Diana pushes herself out of the hold breaking the pin.
Smith: Sweet mother this is some classical mat work here, truly some of the best I have seen.
Hood: I don’t think PIC was expecting all of this from her but he’s The Savage Champion and OCW number one contender for a reason.
~ PIC and Diana return to their feet at similar times, each ready for the other to strike. However, neither takes the bait and instead they settle for glaring at each other, with the Quebec City fans showing appreciation for this even start on the match. Diana grins at the small look of frustration on PIC's face and begins to circle around the ring slowly, PIC holds out his hands for a test of strength, and Diana, to most people's surprise, agrees with a bit of a shrug. Diana and PIC interlock fingers on the right hand but as Watts lifts her left hand to accept the other arm PIC seems to have other plans as he twirls, wrenching the locked arm. Diana doubles over holding at her shoulder as PIC drives a harsh elbow into it. PIC follows up the elbow attack with a high knee assaulting the shoulder from below, repeating the combo of the knee and elbow a few times over to really work the pain in. Diana doesn’t take the assault long before using her small amount of leverage to Irish whip PIC to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes. PIC ducks the attempt at a stiff lariats, but he's unable to do the same when it comes to the stiff knee that cracks him right in the face. ~
Smith: Ouch!
~ PIC falls backwards to the mat, managing to fall into a seated position where Diana capitalizes by smashing her boot into his face with a low-dropkick. PIC falls onto his back and Diana wastes no time in heading to the closest set of ropes and rebounding off of them, hitting PIC square in the chest with a flip senton. Diana gets back to her feet and takes a few seconds to roll her shoulder a bit to loosen it back up. Grabbing him with a full head of hair, Diana pulls PIC to his feet before delivering a quick and hard European uppercut. PIC staggers backwards and turns his back leaning into the turnbuckle, turning around afterwards. That turns out to be a severe mistake as Diana fires off her first knife-edge chop of the match, the impact being heard throughout the arena. PIC tries to cover up his chest, but Diana is having none of that as she tucks his arms into the ropes and delivers another blistering knife-edge chop. PIC grunts, but that seems to motivate Diana as she throws knife-edge after knife-edge, the crowd chanting 'WOO' with each one. After 5 of them, Diana grabs his wrist and whips the competitor across the ring towards the parallel turnbuckle. Diana charges after him, but PIC regains his wits and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle for a springboard spinning heel kick... but Diana ducks the attempt! PIC makes an odd landing but still rolls, pushing himself to his feet. Diana gives him no quarter as she charges in ready to hit a lariat but it's ducked! In fact, PIC hooks the attacking arm and brings Diana into a Half-Nelson, but Diana is able to engage a standing switch! Diana leaps with the momentum bringing her legs up for a crucifix, rolling the challenger to the mat. Tuff counts. ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Smith: Neither wrestler really seems to be able to get the advantage here.
Hood: Diana seems to be showing she is PROUD AND STRONG.
~ PIC and Diana each return to their feet, both quickly moving in and grabbing each other in a collar and elbow tie-up. PIC attempts to break out of the hold, but Diana keeps him and throws him to the mat judo-style. Diana follows up on her advantage, dropping down and hooking PIC’s arm and head in a front face-lock. PIC doesn't let Diana hold the move too long as he rolls to where Diana's on her back and pushes out of the hold. Before Diana can get back to her feet and retaliate, PIC locks Diana in an armbar. Watts wastes no time as she twists herself to her feet, bringing PIC up while still in the hold. Diana slaps her arm a bit to get the blood pumping while in the hold, and then counters as she pulls her arm back while sweeping PIC's legs. As PIC falls however, he switches up his grip, pulling Diana overhead with an arm wringer. Diana hits the mat with a roll, returning to her feet and rushing forward for a clothesline attempt, but PIC counters again right back into the half nelson again! PIC is unable to hit the suplex as Diana's performs another standing switch into a reverse waist-lock. PIC widens his base attempting to break the hold, but Diana still lifts off the ground and drops him onto his side with a takedown. Diana moves around attempting to get a good lock on the arm, but a speedy PIC rolls and twists, getting away and back to his feet and in a stance, while Diana rolls to a vertical stance as well, as the crowd cheers for the FACE-OFF! ~
Smith: I gotta say, PIC's game plan of working over Diana's knee isn’t going so well so far. Hell, it barely even looks as though Diana's missed a step! Very impressive rookie!
Hood: So far, he just has not been able to mount a long string of offense to do just that. Each of them has switched the momentum, leading to an even contest. BORING!
~ PIC moves back in for another lock up which Diana agrees to, but once again, his size advantage allows him to push Diana against the ropes. Diana, not liking the cut of this jib, shoves PIC out of the lockup and right to the mat. PIC makes a slight back roll returning to his feet. Diana pushes off the ropes and reconnects the lock up with PIC fiercely, pushing PIC back a bit. However, the Viper makes a crafty left arm break, leading Diana right into a textbook arm wrench. PIC jerks the arm once before Diana makes a forward roll, moving to her feet, and locking in an arm wrench of her own. Watts wrenches the hold onto him for a few seconds before PIC mounts his own counter, returning to the original position. PIC this time, however, grabs Diana at her waist and launches her back in another Northern Lights Suplex, except with the arm still gripped. Diana lands on her back as PIC attempts to apply some sort of actual submission to the arm. However, Diana prevents this as she swings her legs a bit and grabs PIC in a head scissors. PIC merely kips up and out of the hold, with Diana rolling to her feet almost as quickly. Diana is the first to make a move, charging PIC, only to get caught with a side headlock takedown. Diana swings her legs again into another head scissors, and yet again PIC kips up out of it. This time, Diana doesn't roll to her feet, instead going for a kick right at PIC's knee from the mat. PIC catches the leg and rolls over Diana's body before locking in the side headlock once again. Diana makes another go at the head scissors, but PIC holds the side headlock in hard, restricting the flow of blood to Diana's head. Diana grabs a handful of PIC's head to try and break the hold, but Tuff won't allow it. Diana goes for another avenue, rolling PIC over for a pinfall! ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
~ PIC pushes himself back to the headlock, and Diana grabs the hair again, returning to the roll up once again. ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
~ Frustrated yet determined, Diana attempts a new strategy in terms of escape, bringing both of them back to a vertical base before going for a back suplex. PIC kicks, regaining his balance, planting his feet back on the mat before sending both him and Diana back down to the mat with yet another side headlock takedown!
Hood: Seems PIC is wearing down the rookie!
Smith: She looks frustrated.
Hood: She should have known better than to challenge him.
Smith: We said the same about Veronica Strader and look what she did.
Hood: PROUD AND STRONG!.
~ PIC looks like he wants to end this as he releases the hold, getting to his feet. Diana follows suit. She sends a wink his way as she charges in but SUPERKICK!!!! ~
Smith: Damn, he nearly took her head off with that!
Hood: He better be careful, that’s that punk Zybala’s go to move. Wouldn’t want Mike stealing his shoes like he did to The Big Bifford.
~ PIC signals he’s ending this. He flips Diana onto her back, bringing up her leg, and wrapping her up in THE PIC LOCK(High-hooked Texas Cloverleaf)! Tuff drops to the mat and is in Diana’s face asking if she quits. She valiantly shakes her head and yells NO as PIC torques harder on her legs! Her hand is trying to reach the rope. ~
Hood: Oh she is so done!
Smith: That’s a unique Texas Cloverleaf, not just straining to her legs but her back as well, being elevated like that!
~ Diana, having fought with everything can’t take it anymore as her hand starts slapping the mat. Tuff calls for the bell and PIC drops the hold because he’s not a piece of shit like that. Unless it was The Lost Stranger. ~
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: and your winner via submission... PIC!!!!!!!
Hood: You know what’s next?
Smith: Champion versus Champion?
Hood: LET’S GO SAHARA!
~PIC passes TAMIKA STRADER on his way up the ramp. The Canadian fans cheer when they see the number one contender to the TransAtlantic championship. She slides into the ring, and helps Watts up to her feet as the fans cheer! ~
Smith: Why is Tamika Strader helping Diana Watts?
Hood: Cause she knows she has already lost to the great and amazing Sahara Duke and is relating to Diana Watts right now.
Smith: Something tells me you are wrong.
~ We fade to commercial as Tamika helps Watts to the backstage area. ~
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
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Show me what you can do
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Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
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CRASH RODRIGUEZ (9-5-1) VS SAHARA (7-2)
Belvedere: Introducing first…
~“No Love” by Death Grips begins to blast throughout the arena. The fans continue to boo, perhaps even louder than for Sahara, as Crash Rodriguez makes his way out of the entrance tunnel with Lou Pohl carrying Bash close behind.~
Belvedere: From Kansas City, Missouri… Your OCW Craze Champion… Crash Rodriguez!!!
~Crash rubs the Craze Championship that he’s wearing around his waist and grins as he embraces the hate. He pulls at his shirt “Brotherhood of Bastards” shirt to show it to the camera as he struts down to the ring. Crash turns to Lou and says “I got this”. Lou confirms, then goes to the back with Bash.~
Smith: It looks as if Smash is content to go it alone this evening. Big confidence from the Craze Champion.
Hood: Crash. His name is Crash.
Smith: Right, Crash.
Hood: He’s the Craze Champion and has been on a tear as of late, the one hiccup being his encounter with the Savage Champion two weeks ago. He’s one of the hottest superstars in the business and coming off last week where he joined the Brotherhood of Bastards and cost CJ O’Donnell his match with The Nickleman.
Smith: I watched that match this week to prepare for tonight. CJ had the match won but Crash quite literally stabbed him in the back with a barbed wire bat.
Hood: It was awesome.
~Puff grabs the Craze Championship from Crash and hands it to a member of the ring crew. The fans are amped for the match.~
~ Instead of Sahara’s music, we get Easton Alexanders! The commentary table looks confused. Easton's music stops as Crash looks bemused in the ring. Another week, another entrance screw up. As he waits for Sahara, "Dreamweaver" hits the speakers and the fans don't know what to expect. Is it another technical error? ~
Hood: Welp, someone's getting fired tonight…
Smith: Over a simple mix up?
Hood: By making the boss' wife come out to Zybala's music. There is no greater insult.
~ The fans explode with cheers as Zybala, not Sahara, walks out. This peaks Crash's attention. Zybala waves at Smith as if to welcome him back. The music stops and Zybala pulls a microphone out of his pocket. ~
Zybala: I know last week I issued a challenge for title versus career against whoever becomes world champ. That apparently caused an outcry from people who actually want me to stick around. People like you, Crash. You said that you wanted a chance to face me one on one. Am I correct in assuming so?
~ Crash's mouth curls into a smirk as he nods his head. The fans roar their approval. Zybala smiles. ~
Zybala: Not so fast! You may be a champion, but I'm an ICON! You need to EARN the chance to face me. You need to beat… this man.
~ The house lights dim a bit and the big screen lights up. A letter J appears at the far left of the screen. A P pops up in the middle, followed by a D on the far right! JPD!! The fans start to boo but cheer again as "BITCH BOY" plays over the speakers. A man who is dressed like JPD struts out, however he is wearing a giant diaper over his clothes and has a toy tag title over his shoulder. Zybala glares at the title before ripping it away. He then yells at "Jace" that he never earned that and to go away. The impersonator sulks to the back as the lights come back on. Zybala lets Bitch Boy finish playing because everyone loves the song. Zybala then smiles at Crash. ~
Zybala: Fuck that guy, am I right?? I'm just fooling ya, Crash. We're gonna fight. Though it won't be a normal match. As ten percent owner, I'm making it an Outsiders Iron Man match! Basically, the clock starts 5 minutes. For every fall, we add 2 minutes to the clock. Besides that, it's like a normal Iron Man. Most falls win when the clock runs out. Sound cool to you??
~ Crash holds up his hand, a few seconds pass before a microphone flies through the air and lands in the Crooked Man’s hand. ~
Crash: Zybala… I’ve wanted to pin you since I debuted in 2019. You’ve got yourself a match, but understand this… You’ll be stepping into the ring with a certified bastard.
Zybala: I wouldn't have it any other way. See you on Halloween!
~ Zybala walks back to the back as the fans are floored at such a main event level match. ~
Belvedere: Anways... moving on...
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match should be a real treat as we have two OCW champions going head to head in Crash Rodriguez and Sahara Duke. I’ll be honest, when I got back and saw that Crash was the Craze Champion I wasn’t at all surprised. That guy has been a star since the day he debuted in OCW.
Hood: He’s been great, but some might say Sahara Duke has been just as, if not more impressive in the four months she’s been in active competition.
Smith: I’m looking forward to seeing her in action.
Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a champion vs champion match. Introducing Next…
~An eerie voice pipes through the arena PA.~
it seems strange that my life should end
~As the lights dim, fog slowly rolls over the stage as if emanating from a dark beyond. The random sounds of a radio tuning through various stations floats over the arena as bright white lights suddenly shine up from beneath the stage, bathing the entryway in an angelic glow. Slowly, white webbing begins to appear on the darkened tron as of a spider spinning it's web…~
ADRENALIZE ME
~As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog.~
Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois… she is YOUR OCW Transatlantic Champion… Sahara Duke!!!
COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
~As Sahara moves toward the center of the rampway, her rows of platinum braids shine from within the shadows. Clad in black and white attire, one of her boots is emblazoned with the word White, and the other Widow. Her jaw is clenched tight, and her face etched with a permanent scowl of condescension. She slowly turns her gaze toward the fans before locking eyes on the squared circle as webs continue to engulf the tron, spelling out the name... SAHARA~
I'M HERE FOR ONE DRUG
~As the music continues to tell her tangled tale, she charges toward the ring and jump slides through the bottom rope. She hands her Transatlantic Title to Puff, then climbs to the top of one of the turnbuckles, wrapping her leg around the top rope awaiting for the match to start.~
Puff checks to make sure both competitors are ready, then motions for the bell.~
DING DING DING
~Crash and Sahara begin circling each other around the ring. Sahara shoots at Crash’s leg but he easily dodges. She goes for another leg, this time Crash drops an elbow across her back. She rolls out from under him and gets to the corner. Crash just smiles. Sahara looks pissed. She charges forward at Crash with a clothesline. He ducks, bounces off the ropes, and flies forward with a forearm to her face. The back of Sahara’s head smacks the ring hard as she rolls out under the bottom rope. She yells at Puff as if he did something wrong, then looks around, realizing her bodyguards are nowhere to be found. She curses before taking her time to get back into the ring.~
Smith: It seems that Sahara was expecting her bodyguards to be with her for this match.
Hood: I don’t know if some sort of agreement was reached pre-match, but with Crash’s new alliance with The Nickleman, it would certainly put him in an awkward position between the two of them if Sahara had backup and Crash didn’t.
~Sahara is on the ring apron still yelling at Puff. Crash rushes toward her and hits her with another forearm, this time sending her crashing backwards onto the floor. The crowd pops a little for the move, but Crash flips them off. He bounces off the ropes and dives through the middle rope out toward Sahara, but she moves out of the way, sending Crash face first to the floor.~
Smith: Big risk there for Crash that didn’t pay off.
Hood: You could say that Crash landing didn’t quite go as expected.
Smith: Indeed.
~Sahara picks Crash up off the floor and rolls him back into the ring. She stays on the ring apron and waits for him to get to his feet. She springboards off the top rope, and comes forward with a superman punch. Crash ducks. As Sahara turns around, Crash hits her with neck breaker. He decides not to go for a cover, instead he mounts her and begins laying in punch after punch. Puff tries to get Crash to stop, which he does, before grabbing Sahara and smashing the back of her head into the ring. He gets off of Sahara and spins around in the ring, basking in the boos from the crowd.~
Smith: Is this how Crash acts now? I haven’t seen this side of him before.
Hood: He’s unleashing his inner bastard. Sahara went for the Widow Maker far too early there and is paying the price.
~Crash lifts Sahara off the mat by her hair and whips her into the corner. Her back slams hard against the turnbuckles. He runs toward her and connects with a back elbow. She tries to stumble out of the corner but he pushes her back, hitting another elbow, then another. He follows with a European uppercut, then moves out of the way as she falls forward on her face. He climbs to the second turnbuckle just as she’s pushing herself up off the mat. He leaps off, slamming her face into the mat with a facebuster. The crowd lets him hear it.~
Smith: This crowd almost hates Crash so much they’re cheering for Sahara.
Hood: As they should. She’s a legend in this business.
Smith: That legend has spent this entire match getting her face bashed in.
Hood: She’ll get back into it. She always does.
~Crash goes for a cover. Puff slides into position but Crash immediately pulls Sahara off the mat. Puff gets back to his feet, then Crash once again goes for a cover. Puff drops down again, but Crash pulls Sahara up again. Puff struggles to his feet once again, just as Crash goes for the cover again. Puff drops to his knees, clearly out of breath as Crash pulls Sahara up to her feet. He picks her up and drops her down to the mat with a sideslam as Puff tries to get up.~
Smith: Crash is not only toying with Sahara, he’s toying with Puff too.
Hood: I’m really digging this new attitude. No reverence for anything or anyone.
~Puff takes a moment to catch his breath in the corner. Crash once again lifts Sahara to her feet to whip her into the corner. This time she manages to reverse it, sending Crash into the corner instead. He stumbles forward right into a roundhouse kick! He pops quickly off the mat only to be met with another roundhouse kick! He’s up a third time and runs hard at Sahara with a clothesline. She ducks, then grabs him and hits a quick Exploder suplex out of nowhere!! She goes for the pin but Puff takes longer than usual to get in position.~
1!
2!!
Kickout!!!
Smith: I swear Sahara could have won the match right there had Puff been in position.
Hood: Give more credit to Crash there. By wearing out Puff with those fake pins, he essentially bought himself an extra second or two.
~Sahara is pissed. She grabs at her face which is beginning to swell from Crash’s offense. She yells at Puff to count faster as he once again struggles to get to his feet. Sahara picks Crash off the mat and brings him to his knees. She retreats across the ring, flips her hair back to alert the crowd of an impending maneuver, then rushes forward smashing into Crash with a shining wizard! She sees Puff still out of breath and realizes a pin is useless at this point. She hops over Crash and jumps onto the middle rope, then up to the top rope, then launches herself backwards with a beautiful Asai moonsault! She stays on top of Crash for the cover as Puff slides into position slowly.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
NO!!! Crash’s foot is draped over the bottom rope!!
Smith: Wow! I thought she had him!
Hood: Improper ring placement and an out of shape referee cost her there. It’s unlike Sahara to not be aware of where she’s at in the ring. I wonder if not having her bodyguards has her off her game.
Smith: Maybe it’s the 76 times Crash has hit her in the face.
Hood: That too.
~Sahara smacks the mat in frustration. She scoops Crash off the mat and backs him into the ropes. She tries to whip him across the ring but he reverses, she bounces off the ropes as Crash tries for a back body drop. Sahara stops her momentum and kicks him in the face. As the momentum spins him around, she kicks him in the groin from behind, sending Crash doubled over to the mat.~
Hood: That’s her Equalizer!!!
~Sahara exits the ring through the middle rope and stands on the apron, both hands on the top rope waiting for Crash to get up. As he does, and turns toward her, she leaps up, springboarding off the top rope and connecting with a superman punch!!~
Hood: WIDOW MAKER!!!!
Smith: She hit it this time!
~Sahara smiles as the crowd reigns down the boos on her this time. Crash is out in the middle of the ring and she sees her opportunity. She climbs to the top rope and pauses for a moment. She leaps off for a Coup De Grace but Crash moves at the last second!!! Sahara collapses as her feet hit the mat. She immediately reaches for her left ankle as Crash pulls himself to his feet by the ropes.~
Smith: Sahara went for her famous Venom Drop there but Crash was able to move out of the way. It looks like in the process she may have rolled her ankle.
Hood: Sahara’s a high risk/high reward type of wrestler. I think she could have put Crash away after that Widow Maker.
~Sahara hobbles to her feet, not willing to put any pressure on her left foot just yet. Crash rushes forward. Sahara attempts a clothesline, but Crash ducks, spins around and connects with a vicious Slingblade Suplex!! Crash makes the cover as Puff is once again slow to get into position.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
Smith: Crash tiring Puff out actually backfired on him this time.
Hood: I can’t believe she kicked out of that. Sahara is one tough competitor.
~Crash is pissed now. He gets up and drags Puff to his feet by his shirt. Puff is breathing heavily and is clearly out of shape. Crash pushes him into the corner and comes close to being disqualified. He turns around just as Sahara gets to her feet. She lunges forward and connects with a desperation clothesline. Crash pops up, and Sahara sends him down again with the same move. She goes for a third, but Crash ducks. He kicks her in the gut, spins around, hooking both her arms from behind. He has her positioned for a kudo driver. He attempts to lift her up but she’s able to block it. Sahara attempts to lift him backwards, but Crash blocks. As the two struggle, Crash takes his right leg and kicks at Sahara’s left ankle. The ankle buckles as she cries out in pain. Crash seizes the opportunity. He lifts her up and drops her on her neck with the Kudo Driver!!!~
Smith: What was that!?!?!
Hood: CRASH LANDING!!! Crash just hit Sahara with the Crash Landing!!!
~Crash holds on for the pin. Puff finally gets into position.~
1!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: Here is your winner… CRASH RODRIGUEZ!!!!!
Smith: Unbelievable! Crash did it!
Hood: You don’t realize how impressive that win is, Smith. Sahara is one of the best in this company. This new side of Crash has put him on a whole other level right now.
Smith: Sahara fought hard, and I can definitely see why folks are so high on her wrestling ability. But tonight was Crash’s night, and at least for one night, the Craze Champion can claim superiority over the Transatlantic Champion.
~Sahara’s bodyguards come rushing from the back as she rolls out of the ring. She fights to put weight on her ankle as they check on her. She screams at them, wondering why they weren’t at ringside to help her. The two men try to help her to the back but she just smacks both of them and hobbles away on her own, grabbing the Transatlantic title from the announce table in the process. Crash stands alone in the ring as Puff presents him with his Craze Championship. He looks pissed off even after his victory, and argues with some of the fans at ringside.~
~ The camera pans to the entrance ramp as “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell gives a very sarcastic clap at the outcome of the match. Rodriguez is standing on the middle turnbuckle and points at CJ who flips him off. CJ reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a microphone. ~
O’Donnell: Well done Crash. That was a huge victory for you tonight. Now I am sure you are wondering why haven’t I relayed the favor of last week. It’s simple. Silence is golden. The look in your eyes tell me you realized you FOOKED up. You should have finished the job last week. But you can’t because you are a COWARD.
~ Crash has jumped off the middle turnbuckle and is inviting CJ into the ring. CJ just smirks at him. ~
O’Donnell: Not tonight. You don’t call the shots. But don’t worry it’s gonna happen. November 7th clear your fooking calendar. I am challenging you to a good old-fashioned Parking Lot Brawl Match. Why not sooner we’ll that’s because Alice and I are taking a well-deserved vacation away from this place. You started this but I am going to end it.
~ The fans erupt in cheers as they know how hard hitting and violent this will be. ~
O’Donnell: Put the title on the line if you want. This isn’t about accolades you made this personal and I am going to hit you were it hurts the most.
~ Pause from CJ for dramatic affect. ~
O’Donnell: Don’t worry I’ll be a good father to Bash. Since you are a deadbeat one …
~ CJ drops the microphone and heads to turn back. Crash is absolutely livid inside of the ring and exits it. He starts running up the ramp but CJ is already out of sight. ~
~ The shot opens on someone holding up a piece of paper, and when the camera rises we see that it is none other than Thaddeus Duke. This brings out a mixed but enthusiastic reaction from the crowd. Thad seems to be intently reading whatever is on the paper, and finally he puts it down wearing a half smile. ~
Thad: Well, you just may have come to the right place…
~ The shot pulls back revealing Harmon Egan standing in front of Thad’s desk, which draws a pop from the crowd. ~
~Thad waves the piece of paper.~
Thad: I would have the resources to do what you’re asking. But, I assume you’re not looking for these men to give them a vase of flowers, are you?
~ Harmon looks to the side nervously, cupping one elbow in his opposite hand. Finally, he shakes his head “no”. ~
Thad: I didn’t think so.
~ Thad lets those words hang heavy in the air for a moment before continuing. ~
Thad: So you are effectively asking me to get mixed up in something illegal?
~ Harmon shrugs, looking like he’s already expecting a “no” from Duke. ~
Thad: I mean, it wouldn’t be the FIRST time. But I would be sticking my neck out for you and kid, you’re basically a stranger to me. However, I may be tempted to help you.
~ Harmon’s expression brightens. ~
Thad: You’re going to have to do me a solid in return.
~Thad pauses for a moment, as though he’s looking to draw inspiration from the air. ~
Thad: I have this….friend…. He stops again. Well, “friend” may be a strong term. Let’s call him an ally. But aside from me he’s doesn’t have an ally of his own in all of OCW.
~ Harmon nods. ~
Thad: And this…ally…just so happens to be looking for a tag team partner.
~ Harmon’s eyes narrow. He mouths the word “who?”~
~ Thad grimaces a bit. ~
Thad: ….
~ Harmon’s eyes narrow even more. He looks at Thad. When suddenly, a man comes barreling into the room. It’s The Nickelman! ~
Nickelman: Boss man, I came as soon as I could!
Thad: Ta-da!
~ Harmon looks at the Nickelman, and then at Thad. He doesn't exactly look happy. The Nickelman approaches Harmon and sticks his hand out. ~
Nickelman: Put 'er there partner!
~ Harmon looks stuck. Thad again gestures at his ally expectantly, expecting Harmon to seal the deal. Finally, Harmon relents and shakes Charlie Nickles' hand. The view closes in on their clasped hands before fading to black. ~
in such a terrible place…
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED
I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING
SO COME ON AND TELL ME
CAN YOU FLY LIKE YOU'RE FREE?
NO!!!!! Sahara gets the shoulder up!!!
2!!
3!!!!!
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EASTON ALEXANDER (15-13) VS OUTCAST (23-3)
Belvedere: It’s now time for the Main Event of the evening and it is for the OCW CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
~ 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
~ 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.
~ 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.
~ 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. ~
~"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. ~
Belvedere: Introducing next... Weighing in at two-hundred-twenty-eight pounds... he is the first ever OCW star to hold the OCW title three times...
~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. ~
Belvedere: he is the current OCW Champion... OUTCAST!!!!!
Outcast heads to the ring dapping up fans at ringside. Outcast starts to laugh at Easton Alexander. Handing his title to Belvedere, he removes his jacket he cracks his neck side to side waiting on the bell. ~
DING DING DING!
~Outcast and Easton circle each other in the ring, each waiting on the other to make the first move. Both lock up at the same time, tired of the waiting game here on one of the biggest Massacre Main Event’s in recent memory. Easton with a wristlock into a hammerlock, Outcast catches the wrist, turning and ducking until he counters with a wristlock into a hammerlock of his own. Easton slaps at his shoulder, rolling forward, Outcast releases the hammerlock.~
Smith: So far, a fairly even match. A lot has definitely changed around here.
Hood: Yes it has, my good friend.
~ Smith gives him a curious eye. Outcast slams into Easton with an elbow to the face, but Easton able to catch and flip Outcast over with a hip toss at the last second. Outcast lands on the middle rope, springing back with a back fist to Easton’'s skull sending him wobbling forward. Outcast spins around, but Easton is there charging at him again with a clothesline. Outcast with a back body sends Easton over the top rope. ~
Smith: Easton flies over the top rope and lands harshly on the outside.
Hood: I don't think that was the kind of flight pattern Easton was hoping for.
~ Outcast spins around, but Easton has landed on the apron, slamming a palm into Outcast's cheek sending him to stumble back now. Easton dives through the ropes with a shoulder block, but Outcast able to catch him and spin him around with a DDT onto the canvas. Outcast is immediately up and in the ropes. Baseball slide, but Easton sits up avoiding the slide. Outcast uses the momentum to slide on out of the ring where he kips up to the apron from a standing position. Easton turns around to have his face make contact with Outcast's forearm. Easton falls back, Outcast springs to the top rope, reminding of us his lucha-past. Easton spins back around and Outcast flies from the springing position with a missile dropkick. Easton ducks under the dropkick, moving forward just an inch to hook both of his arms in Outcast's arms catching him on his shoulders in position for a crucifix powerbomb. Easton rushes forward towards center ring, and sits out as Outcast's neck is slammed into the canvas, Easton stays in position for a cover.
1!
Kickout!
~Outcast with a shoulder up, but Easton is already on the move. ~
Smith: Wait, is the Easton Alexander from the Island?
Hood: Yeah, one in the same. Also a Dirty Kidnapper Canadian Prick. DKCP if you will.
~ He pulls Outcast up by the hair, slamming a palm into his face before a side headlock is applied. Outcast with an elbow into Easton's ribs, a second, and the hold is loosened a bit. Outcast shoves Easton into the ropes, Easton locks the headlock on tighter. Outcast wraps his arms around the waist, lifting Easton up into the air. Easton waves his legs, bringing him back down to a solid footing. Outcast shoves him into the ropes again, while simultaneously slamming the point of his elbow into Easton's ribs; the hold is broken. Easton holds at his ribs as Outcast forces him to run the ropes. Outcast in the ropes, into the air, kick to the face sends Easton down on his back.
Smith: What a kick from the OCW Champion!
Hood: Can’t believe our commissioner, Victoria Strader allowed this match to happen!
Smith: I was told she hates Outcast so it--- erAGHGEJB2ERRR --- makes sense.
~ Hood gives his broadcast partner a look doing his best to ignore those weird outburst all night. Outcast hits the corner, back flipping onto Easton with a splash before allowing the momentum of the move to bring him back up to his feet. Off the ropes, baseball slide into the side of Easton's head rolls him onto his back. Outcast in the ropes again, springboard double foot stomp into Easton's back has the momentum firmly on Outcast's side and he pulls Easton up to his feet. Easton with a thumb to the eyes gets Outcast's momentum stopped, at least momentarily. Easton with a punch to the gut before following up with a swinging neckbreaker. ~
Smith: Easton is starting to gain control!
Hood: Outcast isn’t the first three time OCW champion for no reason. Proud and Strong!
~ Easton pulls Outcast back up, forearm to the face, Irish whip into the corner. Easton with a running start, slamming his shoulder into Outcast's midsection before slamming a knee into Outcast's face. Easton mounts Outcast in the corner, and begins punching away at his head with closed fists.
1!
2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
5!!!!!
6!!!!!!
Smith: Easton is tenacious! Like those islanders that would force themselves on me.
Hood: Umm... Classic OCW, baby!
~ Outcast wraps his arms around Easton's waist, locking his fists together at the lower part of Easton's back. Easton pounds away with fists to his head until the hold is loosened a bit. Easton actually runs up Outcast's front, slamming his feet into Outcast's face sending him hard into the corner. Outcast bounces out of the corner, holding at his head as Easton slams a knee into his ribs sending him into the ropes. Easton with an Irish whip sends Outcast into the ropes, Easton charges in. Easton lowers his head, intending for a back body, but Outcast springs to the middle rope, flipping over Easton to land on his feet. Easton turns around, but Outcast is already in the air slamming his feet into Easton's chest flipping him out of the ring and to the matting below. Outcast is back up quickly and into the ropes. ~
Hood: Damn it Outcast! Stay in the ring! You can't beat Easton out there.
Smith: I don't think he can beat Outcast in the ring either.
Hood: Seems your adventure helped you a bit!
~ Easton is up, his back to the ring before he turns around to see Outcast come flying over the top rope with a plancha to the outside. ~
1!
2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
~Outcast's plancha connects with Easton sending the back of his head slamming into the railing hard! Outcast catches his breath before pulling himself up, slamming a few kicks into the side of Easton's head. Scruff's count is only up to four as Outcast looks around the ringside area. Irish whip into the ringpost, but Easton manages to catch the post with his right arm and swing around inside the ring quickly and back to the outside with his knee aimed right at Outcast's head resetting the count. ~
1!
2!!
3!!!
~ Outcast ducks under the extended knee, popping back up with each of Easton's legs on his shoulders. Outcast holds onto the legs, spinning around and sitting out with an inverted spinebuster, Easton's face is slammed into the matting. Outcast rolls over, holding onto the railing as he gets up to his feet. Outcast pulls Easton up, rolling him inside the ring. ~
Smith: back into the ring, Outcast firmly in --- eregreHGJVVGADSj --- control.
Hood: I think maybe you should see The Knife Man after the show...
~ Outcast is up, Easton slowly getting back up to his feet, Outcast off the ropes, running knee to the face, Easton ducks under falling on his forearms, he shoves up to his feet and the ropes. Back in the middle of the ring, Double Clothesline! Both men are down. ~
Hood: If you just jinxed, Outcast...
Smith: You’ll do what exactly?
~ Smith stares down Hood as Scruff begins the count, Neither Outcast nor Easton is going to let it end like this, they are going to have a winner. Outcast and Easton circle the ring. They lock up collar and elbow style. Outcast pushes Easton toward the ropes. Easton Alexander pushes back. They are battling for position again and they break it off. No advantage either way, and Easton Alexander with a huge smack across the face of Outcast. Outcast comes back with five across the face too. They eye each other and begin trading blows. Right hand by Outcast. Right from Easton. Outcast. Easton with two in a row. Outcast grabs Easton Alexander and throws him into the ropes. Alexander rebounds and catches Outcast's boot with his hands. He reverses the kick attempt, spins Outcast around and drop kicks Outcast in the back of the head. Outcast stumbles into the far corner. Easton Alexander runs at Outcast who doesn't see him. Crucifix pin attempt by Easton Alexander. Scruff in with the count. ~
1!
2!!
Kick out by Outcast!
Hood: Come on! That damn Scruff is slow-countin' again!
Smith: No he's not, that was good work on Scruff's part.
~ Easton Alexander picks up Outcast and hits a DDT. He kicks Outcast, who rolls to his stomach in pain. Leg-drop to the back of the neck. He picks Outcast up looks to be going for another DDT, but it's countered into a Northern Lights Suplex for a pin.
1!
2!!
3!!! NOOOO Kick out with authority by Easton Alexander very last second. Outcast gets up and quickly locks on a cloverleaf. Easton Alexander to the ropes immediately.
Hood: Surprising ring awareness by the kidnapper.
Smith: Which one?
Hood: Oh right. Easton kidnapped Mr Duke’s son a month and a bit back. He’s a human trash bag!
~ Easton Alexander gets up and begins throwing hay-makers at Outcast. Scruff tells him to open up the fists, or he will get Disqualified. Easton Alexander throws Outcast into the corner. Easton Alexander rushes in for a clothesline... but catches a boot to the face. Outcast gets into position and locks on an Abdominal Stretch. Outcast cranks on it, adding in some punches to the side. Scruff is checking if Easton Alexander wants to continue. Outcast reaches behind him for added torque, but he is not holding the ropes for leverage. Easton Alexander screams louder, Easton manages to somehow turn and get a single finger on the ropes, and Scruff makes Outcast break the hold. Outcast scoops up Easton Alexander and slams him hard. He makes the quick cover.
1!
2!!
3!!!!NOOOOOO Kick out by Easton Alexander.
Smith: Easton isn't giving up easy.
Hood: I really wish he would.
~Outcast looks frustrated. He picks up Easton, who elbows him in the stomach. Outcast doubles over, and receives a high knee lift to the chest. Outcast staggers into the ropes. Easton Alexander with an Irish whip. Outcast hangs onto the ropes as Easton Alexander misses a drop kick. Outcast sizes up Easton Alexander and runs to the ropes... he flips over Easton, catching him on his way down with some sort of sunset flip pin. He covers again! ~
1!
2!!
Kick out by Easton Alexander.
Smith: Nice sunset flip by Outcast, but it isn't enough to keep Easton down.
Hood: Nothing is!
~ Outcast is really frustrated now. He picks up Easton, but Easton Alexander throws Outcast through the ropes. Outcast to the floor. Easton Alexander jumps on the top rope... Shooting Star Press off the top rope to the outside! ~
OCW Faithful: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Smith: What an aerial assault by Easton!
Hood: COME ON OUTCAST!
~ Both men are down. The crowd is going crazy. Easton Alexander is up, and the crowd roars for that amazing spot. Scruff yells he will start counting a ring out! Easton gets Outcast into the ring. Easton Alexander is pumped up. He gets Outcast set up for a German Suplex. He nails it, and rolls with it. TWO GERMAN SUPLEXES! He rolls a THIRD TIME. Easton Alexander goes for it, but Outcast kicks his leg between Easton's legs for a back thigh kick, that is perfectly legal. Outcast switches behind Easton Alexander and nails a Release German Suplex... they are both down. Scruff sees that neither man is moving. He begins his count.
1!
2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
5!!!!!
~ Easton Alexander is stirring. ~
6!!!!!!
~ Outcast is now as well. ~
7!!!!!!!
~ Easton Alexander grabs the bottom rope. The count is eight and Outcast is on one knee. ~
8!!!!!!!!
~ Easton Alexander grabs the second rope and gets to his feet. Outcast is groggy and Easton Alexander knocks his head off! superkick style but it’s the leg Easton has been having trouble with. ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT BY Outcast.
Smith: I thought he had him!
Hood: He did! It's that damn Swindell!
Smith: Give me a freakin' break!
~ Easton Alexander sneers at Outcast. He goes to the corner... It’s a moonsault off the top rope!
The cover...
1!
2!!
3!!! NO KICKOUT!
~ Easton Alexander might have knocked the wind out of himself. He hit that move flush. Outcast gets up slowly. He looks to be going for a crossface chicken wing submission... But Easton Alexander gets in the ropes. Scruff gets Outcast off of Easton. Easton goes outside the ring as Outcast argues with Scruff for getting in his way. Outcast doesn't see it coming... Easton Alexander CATAPULTS HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE AND HIT'S A SWINGING DDT ON Outcast. He goes for the pin!
1!
2!!
3!!!! NO KICKOUT AGAIN!
Smith: Nothing is keeping the --- eree uUBGBSDJW8jk eer --- champ down!
Hood: Alright, I’m taking you to Knifey when we go off air!
~ Easton Alexander sets Outcast onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs the ropes too. Top rope frankensteiner into a pin! But wait, Outcast rolls through the move and he has Easton pinned!
1!
2!!
3!!!!! NO! Easton Alexander GETS A SHOULDER UP and the crowd is in disbelief!
~ Outcast gets up slowly and picks up Easton. springboard DDT from the top rope! Outcast with the cover. ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT the Easton Alexander.
~ Outcast gets up and is showing that he is beginning to get upset big time. Outcast picks up Easton Alexander again. Easton Alexander tries a kick to the stomach, but gets caught. Enzuguri by Easton. Outcast is hurt bad. Easton Alexander looks to the crowd. He sets up Outcast. CURSED NIGHT (Spinning Angel Wings)! That's it.
1!
2!!
3... FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!!
Smith: That is amazing ring awareness!!!
Hood: Outcast is once again showing why he is a first ballot Hall of Famer!
~ Easton Alexander gets up, looks to hit another one. Outcast doesn't let him, and throws Easton Alexander into the corner. A fire lights inside Outcast as he runs in with a clothesline. Easton Alexander slumps in the corner. Outcast picks Easton Alexander up into the Power-bomb-like-position. ~
Hood: BURNOUT(Package Piledrive)!!!!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Belvedere: And the winner of the match and STILL OCW CHAMPION... OUTCAST
~ Scruff handsOutcast the belt as he celebrates in the ring. The crowd is going wild when all of the sudden a blur runs down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring.~
Smith: That’s… PIC!!!
Hood: This guy can’t stand to let someone take any of the spotlight.
~The crowd is amped. PIC steps over Easton and stands face to face with Outcast. Both men drop their belts to the side and look eager to continue their beef. Outcast shoves PIC. PIC steps back, turns his head, and smiles. He then looks back at Outcast and pushes him. Outcast bounces off the ropes and nails PIC with a forearm to the face. PIC staggers, then comes at Outcast with a forearm of his own. They begin trading shot after shot, much to the delight of the crowd. Outcast gains the upper hand. He pushes PIC against the ropes and whips him off. PIC reverses, sending [champ] into the ropes instead. Outcast bounces off and throws a clothesline. PIC ducks under, hoisting Outcast’s body up onto his shoulders in the process. PIC spins out, landing a stunner out of the fireman’s carry position.~
Smith: The Showstoppa!!!
~PIC stands over Outcast with the crowd fully behind him. He looks over to see both the Savage and World Championship belts lying on the mat. He picks both up and hoists them over his head as he stands tall over the champion.~
Smith: Is this a preview of what’s to come next week at Face Off? Will PIC walk out of the Bell Centre in Quebec as the new champion?
Hood: He’s got a ton of momentum heading into the big show, but so does Outcast. This one is likely to be a battle for the ages.
Smith: The card is stacked folks, you’re not going to want to miss a single second of the action. The Sons of Krayzie defend their titles against The Brotherhood of Bastards!
Hood: The undefeated Harmon Egan steps to the plate against the OCW Craze Champion, Crash Rodriguez on the heels of his impressive win over Sahara Duke this evening.
Smith: Speaking of Sahara, she’ll have little time to sulk as she’s defending her Transatlantic Championship against the woman that… this can’t be right? She does what at McDonald’s?
Hood: Yeah, it’s disgusting but better than a Jack In The Box. And don’t forget, The Nickleman is pulling double duty as he and Dylan Thomas are set to go one on one to determine a new number one contender for the Savage title. All that, AND Easton Alexander is set to face Ball Ball, though I'm not sure the status of that match given what just transpired.
Smith: It’s going to be a HUGE night of professional wrestling, and it’s the type of big money show you’ll only see here in OCW. For Hood, I’m Jones.
Hood: Smith, your name is Smith.
Smith: Right. I’m Smith. Goodnight!
~ Before the broadcast ends, Victoria Strader walks out onto the stage, clapping her hands above her head and has her signature sneer across her face. She lifts the microphone to her lips. ~
Victoria Strader: Well, well... you two really don’t like each other, eh? Hah, well PIC, I don’t like Outcast very much either. This business runs through my blood, and I have been a fan my whole life and I know that Sunday at the legendary Bell Centre on the island of Montréal, things are going to go off the rail. So, I was thinking to myself, “How can I make sure this match stays in line?” and then it hit me!
~ Victoria winks at the men in the ring, even if Outcast is out cold and can’t see it, she knows he feels it. ~
Victoria Strader: You two are going to face each other in a thirty minute Iron Man match!
~ The fans pop loudly, and she holds up her hand to signal she isn’t finished. ~
Victoria Strader: And I will be the special guest referee!
~ The fans cheer loudly as she sends a smile toward PIC and the fallen Outcast. ~
Victoria Strader: See you on Sunday, boys.
~ The camera fades away to the Face/Off Banner. ~
WE KNOW DEEP DOWN
THERES NO WAY.
EVEN IF I SMASH, THE MIRROR HOW DO WE LOOK
DONT STOP UNTIL I FALL IN FLAMES
STAY WITH... STAY WITH ME UNTIL THE ENNNND OF TIIIIME.
LOVE THE SUB-HUMAN SELF.
TIME GOES ON, LASTING ROAD
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