LIVE! October 3rd 2022
FROM Budweiser Gardens
IN London, Ontario, Canada
~ The London, Ontario OCW Faithful are full of anticipation for the stacked card for the evening but also for the homegrown stars in the Strader family. Jones and Hood are in their spots on commentary, looking like they always do. ~
Jones: These are some rabid fans, Hood.
Hood: I was driving to the arena and had so many bums tried to wash the windshield of my rental. And the methheads. Just pure pandemonium.
Jones: Right. Well, I have enjoyed my time here so far. Tamika made sure to tell me all the good spots to hit!
Hood: Yeah, the highway out of here.
Jones: Whatever. The fans are definitely excited to see Tamika Strader in double action tonight. She’s filling in by trying to help Zybala retain the tag team championships, and if anyone can do it, it is her with her accolades in her tag team-dominated career.
Hood: Yeah, then she gets to take on the Casino Kid, who will wipe the floor with her.
Jones: Time will tell.
~ The OCWtron lights up, and the crowd is on their feet as TAMIKA STRADER comes in through the back entrance of Budweiser Gardens. Tamika stands there holding the door. ~
Hood: Speak of the trash-panda.
Jones: Ya know, they were only ever good to you, Hood. Anyway! Tamika Strader has arrived but she seems to be waiting to come in.
~ Tamika sneers for the camera as she looks out the door out of our view. ~
Tamika Strader: You ready?
~ The fans erupt as MEGHAN STRADER is helped in through the door by CARA STRADER. ~
OCW Faithful: C-F-H! C-F-H! C-F-H! C-F-H!
~ The Cowgirls From Hell smile and sneer at the same time as they can hear their hometown fans. MIKE ZYBALA enters the scene gaining his own pop. He has the OCW Tag Team titles over both shoulders. He drops one down with a shrug to his forearm. ~
Mike Zybala: Here, thought you should carry one down.
~ He hands the tag title to Tamika, who takes it with a smile. She slides it up onto her shoulder, looking at it, her smile bigger than before. ~
Tamika Strader: Thanks, Dreamweaver. See you down there!
~ Mike sends a few superkicks into the air and heads off, leaving the Strader women chuckling.~
Meghan Strader: Glad to see that he hasn’t changed.
Tamika Strader: He’s a good man.
Cara Strader: *taking a hit off her Maui Wowie Vape* So, like, Vee is gonna transport you after your match against Ricky to WrestleFest?
~ Tamika shakes her head. ~
Tamika Strader: Yeah she is and I told you, it’s not Ricky Rodriguez. They don’t even look alike, Cara.
~ Cara shrugs. ~
Cara Strader: *taking another hit* I don’t know, man, it’s all a little SUS to me.
~ Moving back to ringside “How Could I Just Kill A Man” by Rage Against The Machine starts to play. The fans, still on their feet, know CFH is on their way out. ~
Hood: Who’s fucking music is that?
Jones: *sigh* do you ever study? That’s the long time CFH theme song.
~ No sooner does Jones utter those words The Cowgirls From Hell walk out on the stage from behind the curtain of Checkers Position. The fans are going crazy for their hometown heroes. ~
Belvedere: On their way to the ring… together, they are six-time tag team champions of the world… they are… THE COWGIRLS FROM HELL!!!
OCW Faithful: C-F-H! C-F-H! C-F-H!
Jones: Wow, what a huge reception for the legendary CFH!
Hood: I’ve seen YUGER.
~ Tamika and Meghan Strader look out to the crowd, sneers across their faces, and the younger Cowgirl raises the OCW Tag Team title high in the air. Meghan takes Tamika’s arm and the baby sister helps the big sister walk down the ramp. ~
Jones: It’s definitely not easy to see who was once such a strong independent woman, like Meghan Strader was, now needing help down to the ring.
Hood: And they are wrestling at another event tonight that PORTAL-POTTY-VEE is taking them to after Tamika loses to York?
Jones: It is frightening that Victoria Strader has that power. Still can’t the image out of my head of Veronica being thrown off TD Garden in Boston a couple months back.
Hood: The One True Strong and Proud in a coma.
~ Tamika helps Meghan up the steps, both wipe their feet on the apron. Tamika sits on the middle rope and pushes up the top so Meghan can step through. Belvedere greets Meghan with a hug while handing Tamika his microphone. ~
Tamika Strader: …
~ She sneers and hands the mic to Meghan, the crowd popping for the CFH founder. ~
Meghan Strader: Hello… LONDON, ONTARIO!
OCW Faithful: Meg! Meg! Meg!
Meghan Strader: Thank you, I love all of you too! I can’t say that I am not disappointed that I won’t be wrestling tonight, here on Massacre, but I am going to palm a handful of oxy and go win back a set of tag team titles we never lost all those years ago!
~ The crowd cheers loudly. ~
Meghan Strader: But, even though I won’t be wrestling here in front of all of you, our hometown brethren, I wasn’t going to miss watching the Strader family Matriarch, my best friend, my tag partner, and baby sister defend the OCW Tag Team titles with Zybala. Oh, and of course… kick that mouthy little fuck, Justin York, right in the teeth!
But I wanna take a second to reflect on my career, and honestly, even though I never got to wrestle in front of a crowd like you, London, when I started wrestling, hell, I started by managing our dad, Scott Nash Strader, at the age of 16, and watching him live from ringside. That’s when it started. Since then I have been a tag team champion six times, five of those with my fellow Cowgirl, and she ended up with my sixth anyway.
While after tonight, my career is most definitely over, I just wanted all of you to know how much this business and the fans that support it, how much I appreciate you. My legacy will live on with not just Tamika, but with my girls, who long and successful years still ahead of them. I love you all.
~ Meghan smiles, and her icy blue eyes scan the capacity crowd of 11,000 OCW Faithful before looking at Tamika and handing her the microphone. ~
Tamika Strader: It’s one busy night for yours truly; as my sister said, I get to defend the OCW Tag Team titles as TMZ 2.0, officially adding the title win to my own OCW accomplishments. I then get to show that mouthy York why stepping into the ring with a pissed-off Strader is a bad idea.
Hood: What does she have to be pissed off about?
Jones: She is referring to the TransAtlantic Champion - - -
Hood: SILENCE! I will hear no blasphemous comments about the White Widow!
Tamika Strader: So after I send him off to his 24-inch lifted pickup truck complete with smoke stacks that compensate for his little dick, and we *motioning with her thumb to her and Meghan* win back a set of titles we never lost, my focus will turn to you, Sahara. You might be blowing the “boss” but you will put that title on the line at Face Off against me!
OCW Faithful: TA-MEEK-AH! TA-MEEK-AH! TA-MEEK-AH!
Tamika Strader: In saying that, let’s get this party started!
~ Meghan takes back the microphone as she and Tamika sneer for the fans around the world. ~
Meghan Strader: God forgives.
OCW Faithful: WE DON’T!
~ The Cowgirls smirk at one another as Tamika hands the microphone back to Belvedere, and she helps Meghan out of the ring where Jones has gotten one of the ring hands to get the former Matriarch a chair to sit in to watch the opening contest. ~
Jones: Well, Tamika has made it very clear she wants Sahara and the TransAtlantic championship on October 23rd at our Premium Live Event, Face Off!
Hood: Premium Live Event? You sniffing glue, fat ass?
Jones: Was just trying it out.
Hood: Well, shut the hell up so we can watch Sons of Krayzie win the Tag Titles!
TMZ (c) vs. Sons of Krayzie
~The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to a mixed reaction as a voice begins to speak through the PA system~
“And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues… Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da….”
~The opening sounds of “Godspeed” by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd~
Belvedere: Making their way to the ring...Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban...The Sons of Krayzie!!!
~Duce and Byson head down the ramp, focused~
Jones: Sons of Krayzie getting their long awaited Tag Title shot!
Hood: Yea, the effort of Krayzie’s intense, bedroom labor will once again look to capture the OCW Tag Title.
Jones: They haven’t held the belts since dropping them to Them No Good Bastards over one year ago!
~“Dreamweaver” hits and the crowd goes wild as Mike Zybala steps out from behind the curtain throwing SUPERKICKS in the air! “TMZ” chants fill the air...it’s a weird stable...boo’d whenever one competitor appears...cheered when another shows up. But, hey, CLASSIC OCW, BABY. Zybala makes his way down the ramp to a huge ovation~
Belvedere: And, their opponents...Mike Zybala and Tamika Strader...they are representing the tag team champions...TMZ!!!
~Zybala high fives Megan at ringside and then slides into the ring, popping to his feet. He high fives Tamika. Duce and Byson hang back, watching. Tamika and Zybala hand their belts over...Scruff holds the belts high in the air, signifying what’s on the line before handing them over to Belvedere who exits with them. The bell sounds and we’re underway~
Jones: And here we go! Tag titles on the line to kick off Massacre!
Hood: I’d say you don’t see this every day but I think we got a title match to open the show a few weeks back.
Jones: Did we? Honestly, things have been so weird lately I’m having a hard time remembering.
Hood: It’s the fall, Jones. OCW always falls during the fall.
~Duce is starting the match off for his team. Zybala is starting things off for TMZ telling Tamika, “You need your rest for later.” Tamika is like, “What am I? Some old lady?” Zybala reaches forward, smiling, “You’re my golden girl.” Tamika smiles, digging the reference. Some guy yells out, “BEA ARTHUR FOR LIFE!” The moment is ruined as Duce rushes in with a kick to Zybala’s back! The fans boo! Duce tells them to shut up...he pulls Zybala out of his corner and whips him into the ropes...Zybala bounces off...Duce throws a superkick, half mocking Zybala as he does it...but Zybala baseball slides under the kick and pops to his feet. Duce turns around and Zybala is ready to throw his SUPERKICK!!! Duce dives out of the ring before Mike can pull the trigger. The fans laugh and point at Duce...Duce ignores them as Byson hops off the apron to talk with him. Zybala crouches down, watching Duce...motioning for him to get back into the ring~
Jones: Duce tried to gain the early advantage but Mike would not have it.
Hood: Seeing four people in this ring who are die hard OCW veterans, Jones. A lot of shit has gone down the past few months and these four remain PROUD AND STRONG.
Jones: That’s no lie.
~Duce hops back onto the apron, leery. Zybala rises and gives him room to enter...slowly Duce steps through the ropes, awaiting some kind of sneak attack...but none come. Mike isn’t like that. Mike’s a man of integrity. Duce smirks, probably thinking Mike is an idiot...they circle...Mike and Duce lock up! Duce snares a side headlock and drops to one knee, bringing Mike to the mat...or so he thinks...Mike slips out from behind and drills Duce in the side of the head with an Shining Wizard!!! Duce falls forward, onto all fours. Mike is back on his feet...he runs into the ropes, bounces off and leaps at Duce, smacking him in the head with a sit out drop kick!! Duce flips over, landing on his back in the center of the ring! The fans go wild chanting “ZYBALA! ZYBALA!”~
Jones: Mike Zybala showing why he’s one of the best!
Hood: He’s been a tag champion since...May...or April? When did we destroy an entire civilization?
Jones: I believe that was April, Hood.
Hood: Wow, six months. Ridiculous.
~Mike pulls Duce to his feet and whips him into his team’s corner. Duce hits hard. Mike rushes in and dives a knee into Duce’s midsection, doubling him over. Mike then tags Tamika in...huge pop! The greatest Craze Champion of all time enters the ring. Mike pulls Duce forward...Tamika hooks Duce by the head...Mike does as well...they hoists Duce up...drop his midsection across the top rope...it springs upward, sending Duce’s body back into the air and the duo fall back, slamming Duce into the mat with a double suplex!!! Zybala rolls out of the ring and Tamika shoots the half! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Jones: Duce kicking out! He’s got too much heart to fall this quickly.
Hood: A multiple time World Champion. Duce is as good as it gets.
Jones: Yep.
~Duce tries to get to his feet but he’s immediately corralled via a front face lock by Tamika. Duce powers his way forward, backing Tamika into the ropes. Duce then shoots Tamika off the ropes...she sprints across the ring. Duce rises and hits the ropes…he charges at Tamika and dives with a cross body...but Tamika hits the mat, dodging Duce. Duce flies through the air, landing on the mat and hitting the ring...he rolls under the bottom rope and scrambles to his feet. Tamika pops back to her feet...her back facing Duce...she does a back flip and wraps her legs around Duce’s head, pulling him back over the ropes and into the ring with a headscissors! Duce lands on the mat, hard, arching his back in pain! Tamika heads over and tags Zybala back in~
Jones: Zybala re-entering the match!
Hood: Tamika looks great but she needs to save some of that energy for Justin York.
Jones: Yep. He’s going to give her his best shot later on tonight!
~Zybala tags back in. Tamika wants to initiate a double team but Mike tells her to hang on the apron, “Save your energy for later. I got this.” Tamika is reluctant but she does as he asks. Mike goes after Duce. Duce is on one knee...Mike grabs him from behind but Duce throws and elbow into Mike’s gut. Mike stumbles back, doubling over. Duce pops to his feet...he runs into the nearest corner, hops onto the middle buckle, kicks off and spins around with an enziguri into Mike’s head, sending Zybala to the mat! Duce hurries over and tags Byson into the match~
Jones: And just like that Sons of Krayzie have the advantage!
Hood: I know Mike is concerned about Tamika saving her energy...but, no disrespect to York...the tag titles are just a LITTLE more important than some random singles match.
Jones: Yea, his priorities, while altruistic, may be off balance.
~Byson stomps on Zybala, keeping him down. Duce decides to find the apron and recover, rather than taking the opportunity to double team Mike. Mike fights through the stomps, showing the spirit he has. He gets to one knee but Byson lays into him with some vicious right hands, sending the OCW legend into a daze. He then pulls the dazed Mike to his feet...he scoops Mike up for a slam but walks him into a neutral corner hand hangs him upside down in the tree of woe. Byson then methodically stomps his foot into Mike’s face...the fans boo and boo and boo...Scruff administers a five count before stepping in~
Jones: I hate this bully type of offense. Just wrestle!
Hood: Hey, wrestling has many different definitions, Jones.
Jones: Not really. But you keep believing that.
Hood: Our world champion, who will destroy Outcast later this evening, has a very unique definition of the term ‘wrestling’. Seems to be working out for him.
~Byson pushes Scruff off and grabs Zybala, sitting him up on the top buckle before hooking his arms around Mike’s waist. Byson climbs to the first rope and he springs backward, tossing Mike off the top with a German Suplex!!! He plants Mike right on the back of his head!! The ring shakes from impact!! Mike is down! Byson sits up rotating his shoulders, making sure everything is okay...he looks fine. Mike is folded up before falling onto his side~
Jones: Tremendous impact on that one from Byson. We don’t get to see Byson compete much but when we do..it’s always impressive.
Hood: Of course it is. He’s a son of Krayzie!
Jones: I’m aware.
~Byson heads over to tag Duce back into the match. Duce looks rested and recovered. Duce enters the ring and follows Byson toward Zybala. Duce yanks Zybala off the mat and whips him into a corner. He follows that up with a yakuza kick!!! Zybala leans forward, in the corner. Duce drops to all fours and Byson charges in...he jumps off Duce’s back, lands on his feet in front of Zybala and rakes him across the eyes!!! Byson exits the ring and walks along the apron to his team’s corner, taunting the fans. They boo~
Jones: Well that’s just unnecessary.
Hood: Nah...if you’ve got it, flaunt it.
Jones: Mike needs to tag Tamika. I was a fan of showing the courtesy of allowing her rest for her match later...but they need her. That’s evident.
Hood: That’s what I’ve been saying!
~Duce laughs at Zybala, slapping him in the face a few times...but Zybala fires back with a knee lift, stunning Duce. The fans go wild. Zybala tries for a SUPERKICK but Duce is too close so he only gets half of it...hitting Duce in the chest. Duce falls to one knee. Zybala instinctively heads for his team’s corner...Tamika has her hand out...he goes to tag but he stops~
Jones: Tag her!
Hood: Always with the drama...fuckin Zybala.
Jones: Tag her, Mike! You need her help!
~Zybala turns around, refusing to tag Tamika...putting her singles match and her career over his. He turns around only to get caught by Duce!! Duce hoists him up for a flapjack! Byson charges in...Duce falls back with a flapjack...Byson catches Zybala on the way down with Whiplash Stunner!!! Zybala is out! Byson slides out of the ring...Scruff is out of position and, thus, does nothing. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners...AND THE NEW OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...SONS OF KRAYZIE!!!!!
Jones: Duce and Byson have dethroned the champs!
Hood: TMZ is falling apart!
Jones: Mike’s refusal to tag Tamika in cost them this match!
Hood: Classic Mike!
~Tamika hits the ring but it all happened so fast she’s too late to stop anything. Instead, she drops to one knee to check on Mike as Duce rolls out. The tag belts are handed to Duce and Byson! They hold the titles high before exiting the area before any members of TMZ can appear to lay them out. The crowd boos heavily~
Jones: New tag champs...I mean, they earned it. But it feels...eh.
Hood: What do you mean it feels EH...those fuckin guys are awesome! Fuck off with that shit.
Jones: I just wish Mike would have tagged Tamika.
Hood: Yea, well it’s TAG TEAM WRESTLING...you work as a TEAM. Mike didn’t work with Tamika tonight...Duce worked great with his brother...Duce and Byson win. It’s not rocket science.
Jones: I guess...either way, The Sons of Krayzie are the new champs and they will be taking those tag belts with them into Face Off later this month!
We cut to a shot of The Nickleman quickly walking around the OCW backstage area with a bump on his forehead and a scowl on his face. He has a kendo stick in his right hand and he appears to be looking for someone or something in particular. He doesn’t look very happy, to say the least.
Nicklman: MotherFUCK!!!!
The madman randomly pauses and turns towards the wall before he starts laying into it with the kendo stick. Hit after hit, The Nickleman screams wildly as he smacks the stick against the wall. Eventually, the kendo stick cracks in half- that’s when we see two OCW referees walking towards Charles Nichols with subway sandwiches in their hands. The referees seem happy to be on their dinner break…..
Nickleman: You zebra bitches keep fucking me over for no god damned reason at all!
As The Nickleman starts screaming at the referees in the back, they turn to each other with a look of confusion, not quite sure what The Nickleman is on about.
Nickleman: You costing me matches, huh? You think it’s funny to fuck on The Nickleman?!?! I’m going to fuck on YOU, boys!
The Nickleman breaks his half broken kendo stick over his knees before letting out a bestial roar and charging towards the referees with a piece of stick in each hand! The Nickleman waves the weapons over his head as he chases after the two referees backstage, who have now dropped their subs!
Nickleman: Come back here and let me fucking fuck on you, you pieces of shit!
Charles swings out with the kendo stick and manages to scratch one of the fleeing referees in the back, ripping the fabric of his shirt and just barely cutting his first layer of skin. The Nickleman swings out at the other ref with his other kendo stick, but the refs manage to duck around a corner and through a door before Nickleman gets the chance!
The Nickleman quickly follows after his fleeing prey, straight into the OCW H.R. office, where he sees none other than OCW majority owner Thaddeus Duke, making some sort of complaint about Easton probably! The referees run right up to Thaddeus Duke and try to hide behind him for cover. They beg him to help them!
Thad: What’s going on here?
The Nickleman stares at the two referees behind Thaddeus as he starts smacking his broken kendo stick pieces together.
Nickleman: These striped rats have been cheating me for WEEKS, Thaddeus! The referee’s union must have some kind of agreement to FUCK ON ME, because they won’t let me win no matter how much I clearly AM winning! They just keep fucking me over on the finish, it’s like everynight is a god damned match in Montreal!
Thad: Trust me dude, no one wants to do anything related to 'fuck' with you.
Nickleman: What do you want me to do under these hostile working conditions? Practice? Train? Take it more seriously? Try to get better?
ARE YOU INSANE?!?!
I’m the best wrestler you’ve got around here, Thaddeus! Your referees just keep cheating me!
Thad: Are you done yet? I got a…
The referee scurry away as The Nickleman pulls out a folder from his drawers. It’s labeled ‘OCW DEEP STATE CON$PIRACY’ and clearly has ball sweat on it. The Nickleman opens up his folder and shows Thad a photo of two male reindeer frotting while Mrs. Santa Claus watches in the background.
Nickleman: You need to investigate this, Thad! There’s a grand, massive conspiracy against me! As soon as you announced my election as the new Sheriff of Online Championship Wrestling, the OCW deep state started working against me! We gotta put an end to this shit if we’re ever going to drain this child-snatchin’ swamp!
Thad: Wait… I did what? And no I'm not investigating shit…
The Nickleman looks taken aback, and drops his entire folder onto the floor, frotting photos and all!
Nickleman: What do you mean we don’t need an investigation of this? I just lost a match, and that’s bullshit! They’re fucking me, Thaddeus- and you know it! If we’re not going to launch a multi-million dollar investigation of this conspiracy, then I need you to get me a Sheriff’s deputy- someone who can watch my back and make sure the justice gets dished out! I can’t bring order to the lawless OCW all on my own Thaddeus, we need to do something about this!
Thad: Charlie, first of all, shut the fuck up. Second of all… Let me think of this for a week or three.
I got some moves in mind that might benefit both of us.
Thaddeus turns away from The Nickleman and puts his hand on his chin thoughtfully, then smiles. The Nickleman raises a curious eyebrow before shrugging and taking his leave, assured that his concerns have been heard by the boss-man.
Who’re: I’m here with “Throw Back” Steve Black to get his thoughts on his match with The Nickleman in just a few minutes. Steve, how are you?
Steve: Hey ho, STEVE-O’s! It’s your boy, “Throw Back” Steve Black here coming to you LIVE from Madison Square Garden!!! Ok, so not really. We’re in some God forsaken place in Canada, wherever that is.
~The crowd noise from inside the arena can be heard all the way in the back as the boos come in. Undeterred, Steve continues.~
Steve: Now, now, no need to boo. I’m upset we’re in Canada too… but you know what they say. When you’re as cool as Mike Seaver, you’re bound to have some Growing Pains!
Who’re: So… does that mean you’re doing good?
Steve: Great question, Mean Gene. You see, when you’re as cool as ole “Throw Back”, you’re bound to attract all sorts of folks. Babes all want a piece of this, if you know what I mean. But that’s neither here nor there. The fact of the matter is, brother… that “Throw Back” Steve Black’s got a match coming up against a guy who calls himself The Nickleman. This dude can’t carry my jock strap, bro! He thinks he’s great cause he’s named after a nickel. Well… here’s a quarter, dude… call someone who cares! Did you see what I just did there? Quarters are better than nickels.
Who’re: Um… yes. Yes, I did see that.
Steve: Right on, broheem! But listen… I didn’t come here to talk about Mrs. Nichols’ baby boy! You see, ole “Throw Back” heard a rumor that a pretty major OCW superstar has taken a liking to him and has challenged him to a match. This guy is big… and fat, and I don’t mean with a PH. Speaking of… what’s with those deodorant commercials? PH balanced? Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman? Talk about discrimination!
~Who’re continues holding the microphone, but seems to have lost the ability to speak.~
Steve: I’m talking about the one, and only… multi-time OCW world champion, The Big Clifford!
~Who’re finally snaps out of it enough to respond.~
Who’re: You mean Bifford. The Big Bifford!
Steve: That’s what I said. Yeah, dude… ole’ Biff wants a taste of the top dog around here, and that’s exactly what he’s gonna get. Don’t get me wrong… that dude’s got a resume longer than Dolly Parton. But we’re not here workin’ 9 to 5, this is wrestling. And in wrestling, that plethora of poundage ain’t gonna last three seconds with this chiseled physique. I’m the best of the best, a cut above the rest… and after I take care of The Nickelman, I’m coming after the supposed best this company’s ever had. Face me like a man, or lose me forever.
Who’re: Wow, big words and what appears to be a big challenge to The Big Bifford.
Steve: No, no, no. You got it all wrong. If I may… ahem.
A challenge to Bifford, I never did make
~Steve walks out of the picture with Who’re just standing there perplexed. She puts the mic to her mouth.~
Who’re: Well there you have—
~Who’re is cut off as Steve comes back into the screen, grabbing the microphone out of her hands.~
Steve: … BABY!!!!!
~Steve drops the mic and walks off again, leaving Who’re shrugging her shoulders as the scene cuts away.~
He brought up my name, and in doing, sealed his fate
I’m faster, and stronger, and handsomer too
FYI Murphy Brown, I’m just better than you
I’ve got charisma for days, bigger than Joe Montana
You’re nothing without the title, a loser like Frank Fontana
Bring your Myles and your Corky, or even Jim Dial
It won’t make any difference, they’re just cramping your style
The end’s already been written, whether CBS or FOX
Save the drama for yo’ mama… cause STEVE BLACK ROCKS!!!
Steve Black (1-0) vs. The Nickleman (1-1)
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... hailing from Steubenville, Ohio... he is... THE NICKLEMAN!
~ Since I’m a Bastard starts to play with Nickleman coming down to the ring, finger pistoling the booing fans. ~
Belvedere: And his opponent. Hailing from Lakeland, Florida he is... THROWBACK STEVE BLACK!
~ 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. 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. 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. ~
DING DING DING!!
~ Black and Nickleman circle each other in the ring before locking up. Nickleman gets the advantage early and puts Black in a hammerlock, but Black quickly slips out of it and reaches back with his elbow but hits nothing but air. Nickleman picks up Black for a back body drop and slams him down on the mat. Nickleman goes into the ropes and comes down with a highly elevated knee drop over Black' forehead. Black gets up to his feet and Nickleman tries for a roundhouse, but Black ducks and takes down Nickleman with a sweep kick. Black immediately mounts Nickleman and lays into him with rights and lefts, as Nickleman tries to block most of the blows. Black gets to his feet and stomps on Nickleman's stomach and chest. Black brings Nickleman up to his feet and lifts him up vertically in suplex formation and drops him down for a brainbuster!~
Jones: What a brainbuster from “Throwback” Steve Black!
Hood: You act like you've never seen a brainbuster before?
~ Black immediately covers Nickleman.~
1!
Kick out!
Hood: Not even a two count! Welcome back to OCW, Black, you actually have to try here.
Jones: Whoa, Hood. Just because we proved to be the better show out of all the promotions out there doesn't mean we need to gloat about it.
Hood: Strong and Proud, bitch!
~ Black gets Nickleman up to his feet and whips him into the corner. Black rushes in for a corner splash and connects. Black nails Nickleman with a hard right and then hip tosses Nickleman out of the corner. Black goes against the ropes and comes back with a leg drop over the throat of Nickleman. Black covers again. ~
1!
Kick out!
~ Black slams the mat in frustration and tries to give referee Scruff some lip, but he tells Black to do his job. ~
Jones: Black needs to concentrate more on the bad father, not Scruff.
Hood: Speaking of, he's on his feet!
~ Nickleman rises back up and Black turns around, immediately throwing a right hand but Nickleman just barely dodges it and catches Black' right arm, taking him to the mat with a crippler cross-face submission move!~
Jones: And Nickleman counters with a crossface! He's got it locked in!
Hood: YEAH! Come on Charlie!
~Black is trying his best to get out of the move, but it's no use. Nickleman has got the move locked in, with Black's neck almost bent all the way back. However, the bottom rope is not too far away as Black tries to advance near it. ~
Jones: Black is trying to get to that bottom rope.
Hood: No shot!
~ Black keeps pulling closer and closer, and finally reaches out. The tips of his fingers grace the rope and move it a little, but he's still too far away. Meanwhile Nickleman is trying his best to push back on Black and keep him from getting to the ropes. Referee Lance Scruff is down in Black' face asking him if he wants to give up. Black shakes his head no tenaciously, and tries again to get to that bottom rope. Black is successful! ~
Jones: And Black has the bottom rope, but Nickleman isn't letting go!
Hood: Because Nickleman's smart, he knows he's got five more seconds to wear Black down.
Scruff : 1! 2! 3! 4!
~ Nickleman breaks the hold and Black immediately grabs his neck and head. Nickleman gets up to his feet and lays a calculated stomp to the back of Black' neck. He does it again and again, and then picks Black up to his feet. He sends Black into the ropes. Black comes back and tries to spear Nickleman but Nickleman leapfrogs him and Black bounces off the opposite set of ropes right into a thrust kick from Nickleman! Black took most of that blow to the stomach and is doubled over, and Nickleman plants him in the mat with a DDT. He covers. ~
1!
2!!
Kick out!!
Hood: That was a 3!
Jones: No, it wasn't.
~ Nickleman gets Black up to his feet, but Black nails Nickleman with an elbow to the stomach. He does it again and then gives Nickleman an european uppercut which sends Nickleman reeling back against the ropes. Black charges at Nickleman, but Nickleman bends over and lifts Black up and over the ropes. However, Black grabs hold of the top rope and uses it to land safely on the apron behind Nickleman. Black tries to hit Nickleman but Nickleman ducks, turns, and comes back with an uppercut that sends Black off the apron and down to the floor! ~
Hood: What a punch!
Jones: Shades of Mike Tyson there... Black might be knocked out.
~ But that's not the case as Black begins to get up to his knees and his feet. Nickleman however is on the top rope and leaps off, trying for a double arm axe handle on Black. Black counters with a kick to Nickleman's stomach and puts Nickleman back-first on the floor with a quick release powerbomb! ~
Hood: Oh God!
Jones: And Black lays out The Nickleman with a powerbomb on the outside, and Scruff is forced to start the count.
Scruff: 1!
~ Black begins to stomp Nickleman some more and then get him up to his feet. ~
Scruff: 2!
~ Black grabs Nickleman by the head and slams him face-first into the ringpost! ~
Scruff: 3!
~ Nickleman tries to get back up to his feet but Black nails him with a knee uppercut and then dropkicks Nickleman down to the floor again. ~
Scruff: 4!
~ Black looks up to the ring and slides back in, wiping his hands. ~
Scruff: 5!
~ Nickleman begins to stir on the outside and tries to get up to his feet.~
Scruff: 6!
Jones: Nickleman might get counted out here Hood.
Hood: I'll believe that when pigs fly, Davy Jones.
Scruff: 7!
Scruff: 8!
~ Nickleman is finally to his feet, but a little dazed.~
Scruff: 9!
~ Nickleman sprints to the ring and slides in just before the ten count. Black meets him immediately and lays the boots on him. Black lifts Nickleman up to his feet and takes him down with a double underhook suplex. Black hits the top rope, signalling for the knee. He jumps off and...
Hood: HAAHAHA he missed it!
Jones: He landed it beside Nickleman’s head. Now he’s got the pin as he is holding his knee in pain with his back on Charlie!
1!
2!!
Kick out!!
~ Black slams the mat in frustration and gets Nickleman up to his feet. Black sends Nickleman into the ropes and Nickleman bounces back. Black tries for a clothesline and Nickleman ducks underneath. Nickleman stops on a dime and turns around, but so does Black, and both men nail each other in the temple with right punches! ~
Jones: Whoa! Both men go down!
Hood: What a collision!
~Scruff starts the ten count~
Scruff: 1!
~ Black and Nickleman begin to stir... and Black manages to get up to a knee. ~
Scruff: 2!
~ Black uses the ropes and finally gets up to his feet and Scruff stops the count. Black walks over to Nickleman, but Nickleman was playing possum and charges with a spear! Nickleman takes Black down hard. Nickleman nails Black with rights and lefts, and then gets Black up to his feet. Nickleman tosses him into the turnbuckles and Nickleman charges, but Black moves out of the way just in time and Nickleman smashes into the turnbuckles chest-first. ~
Jones: Ouch! Black got out of there just in time!
Hood: One second later and Black would have been pancaked!
~Black gets behind Nickleman and tries to launch him with a german suplex, but Nickleman uses his agility and Black' momentum and flips in the air, landing on his feet behind Black. Black turns around with a surprised look and Nickleman just smiles.
Jones: DEVIL HOOK DROP!!
Hood: Now that’s a double Arm DDT!
~Nickleman immediately goes for the cover~
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING DING DING!!
Belvedere: And the winner of this match via pinfall... THE NICKLEMAN...!!!!
Jones: Big win for the Nickleman as he avenges his loss from, umm, ‘last week’
Hood: Yep! Rumor backstage is that Nickleman is in line for some big opportunities here in OCW.
Jones: That would not surprise me. Strong showing for Steve Black who, I’m sure, will continue to get showcased.
Hood: Oh yea, we just need to get Iggy Hardy back to team up with Steve Black...that would be TIGHT
Jones: Tight?
Hood: Old habits.
~We cut to catering, where Ball Ball and Goon 83 stand with aprons and chefs hats. The camera approaches them~
Ball Ball: Hello. Ball Ball here. This is Ball Ball’s right hand man, Chris. Chris say hi.
Goon 83: Hello everyone!
Ball Ball: Chris is joining Ball Ball here today to tell the world about Ball Ball’s grand reopening of, “Ball Ball’s Souper Kitchen”!
Goon 83: That’s right Ball Ball, this is indeed very exciting news. We’re still in the same location, but we’ve expanded our market a little bit.
Ball Ball: That’s right Chris, and with that being said, Ball Ball will now make some of Ball Ball’s signature soup, and hand it out for the OCW roster to try out!
Ball Ball starts grabbing some ingredients and gets to work. He vigorously starts mixing things and boiling water, all while Goon 83 begins his monologue.
Goon 83: While Ball Ball gets cooking, in order to keep our incredible recipe a secret, I’m going to tell all of you about the new things Ball Ball’s Souper Kitchen has to offer!
Ball Ball drops a ladle on the floor and quickly picks it up, he looks around to see if anybody was looking. He didn’t catch the one cameraman who indeed was looking. He continues to mix the soup with the floor ladle.
Goon 83: At Ball Ball’s Souper Kitchen, we care about you, the customer of course. Without the customers, we wouldn’t be in business after all. So that’s why we will be handing out tickets to all Americans so that they too, will have a chance to come to Ball Ball’s Souper Kitchen, in Khartoum. But these aren’t just regular tickets, these tickets show that you are an American citizen, and maybe even a patriot at that. So what better way to celebrate that than with Ball Ball’s discount coupons! Cash in these coupons to receive one free hot bowl of Ball Ball’s signature “Special Soup”! Ever heard of the Yelp Special? If you haven’t, that’s fine! Only intellectuals know about that, but if you do know, it’s quite like that!
Ball Ball: Chris! The soup is complete! The people of OCW must try this!
Ball Ball and Goon 83 rush through the halls to find their man, a Goon, dressed like Crash Rodriguez, eager to try the soup. Ball Ball lets him take a sip, and with a smile on his face, he looks at the camera.
Goon Crash: I, Flash Rodrigo, abso-
Ball Ball: It’s Crash Rodriguez
Goon Crash: I, Crash Rodriguez, love this stew.
Ball Ball: There you have it folks! The man said it himself, he loves the soup, and you will too!
Goon 83: So come on down! Ball Ball’s Souper Kitchen, in Khartoum, Sudan!
Lavar Ball can be seen running in from the distance.
Lavar: Ball Ball!? Are you doing that stupid ad I told you not to do? God fu-
Screen fades to black.
Easton Alexander (15-11) vs. Harmon Egan (4-0)
Belvedere: The next match is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first...
~ A pair of black rimmed eyes open up on the main screen as the arena is bathed in white and The Day is My Enemy by The Prodigy starts its opening beats. ~
Belvedere: No one knows where he is from except his mom, weighing in at 175 pounds... he is EGAN “HARMONY” HARMON!
~ When the song comes to its crescendo the white light is intermixed with violet whirling lights as the main screen shows shots of Harmony in action intermixed with flowing Rorshach inkblots. Harmony appears at the top of the ramp and books it to the ring, sliding in under the bottom room "Edge style" and crawling to the camera at mat level. He shoots the camera a confident smirk and kips up to his feet, ready for action.~
Jones: I can’t believe he said it.
Hood: Told ya, money talks, tubby.
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. ~
Jones: These two shared their thoughts with one another all last week and it all comes to a head right now.
Hood: Yep, Easton tapping out like a bitch in front of his precious fans from THE GREAT NATION TO THE NORTH!
DING DING DING!
~ The two men move to the center of the ring, sizing each other up with their eyes before falling into the standard collar-elbow tie-up to test each other, neither backing down from the other. The two keep shoving at each other until Easton, showing his veteran status in the OCW style, suddenly drops to a knee, shifting his weight on said knee, to use Harmony’s own momentum to drag him to the mat with a modified snapmare/armdrag variation that ended with Harmony on his back. Easton attempts to follow it up with an armbar variation, though, Harmony was quick to find the ropes, both feet hitching around the bottom one to make it so that Fluff was forced to break up. Easton shrugged as he released the hold, not seeming too perplexed as he rolled away from Harmony, popping up to his feet about the same time that the silent wrestler did.~
Hood: Harmony was quick to get to those ropes.
Jones: He's got to be, he can't let Easton trap him in the middle of the ring with like Harmony would want to do, both being submission specialists that like to strike. But that does make this match exciting.
~ The two circle around the ring a bit, Harmony shaking out his arm and neck a bit as he does so, clearly trying to shake it off. Smirking as he sees how Harmony is reacting to his tactics, Easton feints in, looking like he was going for the single-leg, but his opponent wasn’t about to have any of it, stepping back and to the side, even going so far as sweeping the left leg in doing since that had been the one that Easton was reaching for. Using the momentum from the false takedown, Easton goes straight for the ropes, looking like he is going to setup for a lariat variation, but stops as he sees Harmony grabbing the middle rope beside him in preparation to dive out of the way. Smirking, Easton comes off the ropes at a walking pace instead, finally giving Harmony a simple taunt by beckoning him over as if he was nothing more than Zeus. Fuming slightly at the relaxed gesture, Harmony walks up and shoves at Easton, who stumbles backwards a few steps, his grin not faltering as his steps had. This causes the deaf wrestler to fully lose his cool as he goes in for a quick right hand, but his show of anger is ultimately his downfall as Easton easily ducks under the right hand by lowering his center of gravity and then pops one hand onto the elbow itself. ~
Jones: Easton still showing his quickness after the epic battle with PIC last week.
Hood: Remind me how this is supposed to be the old versus the new. Harmon has had like two or three matches in OCW.
Jones: Easton has improved leaps and bounds since his debut back in March. Obviously the veteran of the two.
Hood: Working pretty loose and fast with the word veteran, tubby.
~ The pop to the elbow helps Egan to move around behind Harmony, as he uses his free arm to get a single-arm bearhug on the silent wrestler as he steps around. Following it by snagging up a half-nelson, his popper hand having followed after he had steps around, Easton attempts to lift Harmony from his feet with a suplex variation, but Easton was quick to hook his foot around his opponent’s shin. As Easton was forced to set him back down, Harmony takes advantage of the weakness that a single-arm bearhug presented by using his unhindered arm to grab Egan’s wrist, twisting around and underneath the arm it was connected to in order to bend Easton over double with a standing armbar variation. Following the hold all the way through, Harmony forces Easton’s own wrist into the middle of his back, which causes the guy that doesn’t like to be called Etsy back up into a standing position, quickly move forward as he tried to get away from the source of pain. Not about to let up on his advantage, however, Harmony releases the hold, only to circle both of his arms around Easton’s waist and popped his hips, attempting to toss him over with a wrist-held waistlock to execute a German Suplex. The pain likely distracting him from blocking it properly, Easton attempted to flip on through with the German Suplex …only to have Harmony hold onto the waist-lock, dumping the veteran on his head! ~
Jones: The veteran Easton tried to get out of that german suplex, but Harmony caught him and made him pay for it.
Hood: And Harmony continues his assault.
~ Rolling through with the suplex, the silent wrestler makes the cover. ~
1!
Kickout!
~ Harmony wastes no time going back on the attack. As he is forced back to his feet, Easton slips his right hand underneath Harmony’s locked hands, attempting to force them apart as Egan goes for another German Suplex. He gives this up as Harmony attempts to lift him again, however, focusing on blocking the suplex attempt instead. Going back to his feet again, he withdraw his hand from Harmony’s and instead threw his feet out from underneath himself so that his legs went between Harmon’s. As the center of gravity has changed, Easton uses his free arm to shove at Harmony’s thigh, further upsetting the center of gravity between the two so that Egan is forced down to his hands and knees. Easton bounces off the ropes, landing a vicious curb stomp on his return. He makes a quick cover. ~
1!
2!!
3!!
NOOOOOOO!
Jones: OH I THOUGHT HE HAD IT!
Hood: Told ya, Easty is gonna tappy!
~ Easton quickly grabs a half-nelson, spinning his body around to that he could temporarily put his feet on the rope to shift Harmony over onto his back. Just as Fluff was about to get on him about being on the ropes for a pin or submission attempt, Easton dropped his foot from the rope, instead arching his body as his to add more of his weight behind the pin attempt on Harmony. ~
1!
2!!
3—NO!
~ Easton doesn’t let any space slip between them, holding on even after the kickout, as he takes advantage of the already applied half-nelson to circle it around into another armbar variation, putting his knee into his opponent’s back to further shove his torso away from the angle that the arm was supposed to be at normally. Despite likely doubting that the match would end in such short manner, Fluff slid around, asking Harmony if he wanted to give up as the silent wrestler fought with the submission, his eyes squeezed shut, though with pain or concentration was anyone’s guess. The muscles in his arm could be clearly seen straining themselves as he attempted to pull his arm back from Easton, who holds the move as tightly as he can to cinch in the submission.~
Jones: And Harmony is caught in the ring with that armbar from Easton. He needs to make a move fast as Easton is wearing him down.
Hood: Easton is trying to make a point of domination here tonight, Jones. Smarter to do it this way over kidnapping. I’ll give him that. Still gonna tap. Wanna bet?
~ Finally giving in to the fact that he won’t be muscling his arm back from Easton, Harmony decides to take a different route, moving his free arm to plant his hand, palm down, underneath his body. Taking advantage of the positioning of Easton’s knee, Harmony suddenly shoves upward, the shoving motion that the knee in his back had been doing causing him to spin over. Easton’s face showed clear surprise as Harmony came in with a headbutt right under the chin that caused him to lose a bit of his grip on the submission specialist’s arm. That was all he needs to yank his arm back, falling away as he did so, gaining some room between the two to shake his arm out. Spitting a bit as he came to his feet, Easton smirks at Harmony, seeming impressed as he backs up, rubbing his jaw slowly. The two start to slowly circle around the ring, each of them raising their arms up in the way expected for grapplers as they got closer to each other. Before they could actually lock-up, however, the Harmony shot in with a quick right hand, following it up with a quick, albeit slightly weaker, left hand to Easton’s abdominal area. The combination of the two shots causes Easton to stumble back before he shot in, taking advantage of Harmony’s low center of gravity to snag up a frontface lock. Before anything like a DDT or suplex variation could be attempted, though, Harmony grabs a hold of Easton’s left hand and reverses the move, following the armbar through with an attempt a reverse leg swee-no!
Jones: Harmony went for that leg sweep but Easton is trying to get out of it.
~ Sensing the incoming move before the momentum had taken him from his feet, Easton bends forward to keep it from doing so, grabbing Harmony’s foot and levels it upward, causing the silent wrestler to fall straight to his back due to having nothing to hold onto. Grapevin’ing both of his legs around Harmony’s one leg as he falls to the mat, does his best to hold onto the leg-bar, wrenching it as far as he humanly could as Fluff starts asking Egan again if he wants to quit. The close proximity to the ropes was all the encouragement Harmony needed to not tap, however, as he put his hands underneath his body and uses them to lever himself forward, towards the ropes. Unable to do anything since it was taking his whole body to keep the leg bar held in, Easton simply keeps the submission move held into place until he hears Fluff telling him to break off the hold as Egan has a firm grip on the bottom rope. ~
Fluff: 1!! 2!! 3!!
~ Easton decides to let go, unwrapping his legs…only to hold onto the leg, dragging Harmony back into the center of the ring with a single-leg Boston Crab! Sitting back into the hold as far as he could with the flexibility in Harmony’s leg, Easton plants his feet so that one sits just inside of Harmony’s thigh area, the other sitting by Egan’s lower abdominal area. Despite the pain likely shooting from his leg to the rest of his body, the submission prodigy put his hands underneath his body and slowly lifts himself upward after dealing with the submission hold for a few moments, Easton’s footing proving to be his downfall as he was launched forward due to the lack of balance. ~
Jones: Another submission hold fails as Harmony gets out of that single-leg boston crab. Smart work of Easton to use Harmony’s move-set against him!
Hood: Just tell Easton the leg is someone he doesn’t likes kid, and he’ll just take it with him.
~ As Easton was forced down to his hands and knees, Harmony took advantage of being propped up so far already to do a forward shoulder roll up to his feet, turning on the heel of his foot to face towards Easton, who had turned on his knees before popping up to his feet. The resulting face off brings a slight cheer from the crowd, which caused Harmony to grin slightly, coming out of the ready stance he had been in to look out at the cheering audience. Easton, again showing his lack of care for the people he was surrounded by in the arena, charged in and caught Harmony with a right elbow, backing the man up a few steps. As the veteran starts to slowly push him into the corner, Harmony does his best to shove Easton away, only to have the arm used against him as Easton held onto it, turning around to throw Harmony onto his back with a typical judo toss. The ring only shook mildly from the impact, and without playing up to the crowd in the least bit, Easton leaped up and solidly drops his leg on Harmony, though the desired impact point of the neck was missed due to the quick delivery, the leg instead falling right across the silent man’s chest. Damage still done, Easton got up into a kneeling position before reaching in, attempted to roll Harmony over for an inside cradle…only to get rolled over to his back with a small package! ~
1!
2!!
3!!!
NO!!!!!!
~ Easton kicks out just in time, and with a rush of adrenaline gets up to his feet as quick as he can to toss a glare at Harmony, who is much slower in getting back to his feet, one hand on the ropes to help balance him out. ~
Jones: Almost a surprise upset from Harmony there. He damn near had Easton beaten with that small package pin attempt!
Hood: The only thing he managed to do was piss Easton off. Hope Egan doesn’t have any kids for him to kidnap.
Jones: How long are you gonna keep on with that?
Hood: How long is a piece of string?
~ Smirking as he realizes that Harmony is showing signs of being worn out by the match, Easton moves in slowly, trailing off to the side slightly before diving in, attempting for another quick right elbow. Having already been hit by one of these, though, Harmony backed up a step to avoid the blow, then bodily dives in, taking advantage of the fact that Easton’s arm was in the air to hook his own arm under it and across his chest. From there, he sweeps his leg forward and then backward after going out to the side, dumping Easton on his back with flipping Easton up and backwards that shakes the ring quite more considerably than the last major impact had earlier. Shaking his head a bit to clear the cobwebs from the brief melee exchange on the opposing side of the ring, Harmony then gives a swift kick to one of Easton’s shoulders before circling around behind his opponent. Bending down slightly, starts to Easton’s legs and ankles, almost salivating. Almost. The smirk, however, his face is showing that he wants blood.
Jones: Harmony is stalking Easton now and I think we all know what's coming next!
Hood: 5 Canadian Dollars says he goes for an ankle lock.
Jones: You are on. I’ll match your 5 Canadian Dollars that he goes for a crab variation!
Hood: What’s the deal with the Monopoly Cosplay money up here?
~ Egan “Harmony” Harmon moves quickly to Easton’s feet, flipping him over onto his gut, sizing him up and down Easton’s bad leg that had also taken damage earlier in this contest. He moves with lighning speed to lock up Alexander in an...
Hood: ANKLE LOCK, bitches! Pay up, tubby.
Jones: *grumbling and reaching for his wallet*
~ Easton yells out in pain as he frantically scans his surroundings to gauge which is the most likely to latch onto because he knew what was coming, he did his homework. Egan has a look of a silent aggression for lack of better wording cause I might be stoned, and has nothing but victory in his mind. He wrenches hard and applies his weight and strength in pressure which absolutely rattles Easton, eyes closed, slapping the mat to encourage himself and the London Ontario CANADA fans are behind the kidnapper (what? They also cheered the nWo) and try to get him fired back up. ~
OCW Faithful: EAS-TON! EAS-TON! EAS-TON!
Jones: The fans getting behind their kind!
Hood: Yeah, it feels like an episode in Southpark every time I go outside. I hate that I can relate to Zybala on that.
~ Easton manages to flip over and starts to go for a kip up to kick Harmony off of him. He sends a kick towards Harmony as the aforementioned tries to hold on and........... ~
OCW Faithful: Ohhhhhhhhh
Jones: He misses and Harmony has back over. I think it’s coming.
Hood: I’ll bet you TEN Canadian Dolla---
Jones: Shut the hell up.
~ Harmony, using the same ankle of Easton’s bad leg, cinches on the move that has made everyone before Easton Alexander tap out to the MUNDI COMEDENTIS (Calf Slicer Submission hold. The look on Easton’s face and the sound that escapes his throat his loud and reminiscent of the phrase “cat in a microwave”. Easton is holding hand above Harmony’s thigh, shaking like an epileptic individual seeing flashing lights for the very first time, trying not to tap out and Fluff is in there to ask him if he wants to quit. ~
OCW Faithful: EASTON! EASTON! EASTON!
Jones: Doesn’t look good, Hood.
Hood: The one with the QUEEN Canadian Dolla---
Jones: I miss Smith.
~ Just as Easton is about to tap out before his leg explodes, he passes out. Fluff checks to make sure and calls for the bell. ~
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner by technical knockout!...EGAN “HARMONY” HARMON!!!
~ The Knife Man, Machete Phil, and Eddy Bueger come rushing down to ringside with a stretcher in tow. ~
Jones: Whoa, what a gusty match from both wrestlers tonight.
Hood: All shit aside, how can anyone say with a straight face that they have a better product than OCW. Strong and Proud, Jones. Strong and Proud.
Jones: In that? We agree. Now Harmony putting together a tidy little winning streak. Last time anyone started to do that the both of them ended setting records as a Craze and a TransAtlantic champion.
Hood: This kid could definitely do it, Jones. It might be paved with pills, loose women, loose men, loose non-barney *Jones goes to correct him but stops himself* and broken bones but all that goes away, and your name is etched into the annals of history is there forever.
Jones: Uncharacteristically perceptive of you, Hood. Are you on drugs?
~ We head to commercial with a shot of Harmony staring at Easton being helped up the ramp by the greatest gynaecologist on the East Coast. ~
~ While normally fans would boo the woman on the OCWtron, this is a special instance of the homegrown crowd defying logic. VICTORIA STRADER (prominent ponytail in place) stares into the camera, no one around, no AKB, no Who’re, just her glasz coloured eyes, ponytail and Strader sneer. ~
Victoria Strader: Christian, Christian, Christian… just look at you go. You made your big triumphant return when Veronica couldn’t hack it against The Big Bifford weaseling your way to another shot, and it’s too bad she didn’t win, at least she would’ve be seen and made the company money instead of the current one. What? Just because I hate her doesn’t mean I don’t recognize her value. Even though I wish I had finished the job. What can I say? I am a complex young woman. Just like how I am NOT a part of those sad sacks in PTSD. I only helped my aunt and Kali to hurt you, Christian. I would align with Lucifer himself to expedite that process.
Whether it’s deserved or not… you are getting your rematch for the OCW Title and I want you to know, whether you win or lose, I am going to zero you and free Veronica from your dirty old man clutches. Your time is drawing near, and whatever shit god I believe in as my witness I will be the cause of all your present and future pain.
Oh, and if you ever step foot in my house again, or try to use my DYING mother against me, I won’t just zero you, I’ll stick my hand up your ass and use you as a puppet after.
God Forgives, Christian.
OCW Faithful: I DON’T!
~ The sneers burns strong as she walks off camera toward the locker rooms.
Tamika Strader (13-1) vs. Justin York (1-2)
~The lights in the arena go completely dark as 'One For The Money by Escape The Fate' hits the speakers. Only a spotlight hits the very top of the stage as you see a man standing with his back turned. The back of the shirt reads 'Casino Kid'. Pyro goes up into the air from both sides of the stage as all lights then come on and Justin York turns and begins his way down the ramp, Taunting fans as he goes. Once entering the ringside area he talks a walk around the ring rudely gesturing the crowd and taunting some more before getting into the ring and giving his signature middle finger to the camera with a cocky smirk while boos reign down from the arena~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 5’11 and weighing in at 195lbs...Justin York.
Jones: Justin York back in action!
Hood: Alot of people thought he might be done with OCW. Great to see him back in the ring.
Jones: Yea, but he’s going to face an extremely tough test. Tamika has one loss on her record and that was to current Craze Champion, Crash.
Hood: CRASH HAS KIDS
Jones: We know.
~ 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 first...
//We've been here too long
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
Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...
//Do you wanna touch (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.... TAMIKA STRADERRRRRRRRR!!!!
//Every girl an' boy
~ 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
~ Tamika hits the four corners raising her fist up in the air, before finding her corner as she awaits her opponent. ~
Jones: And there she is, the former Craze Champion!
Hood: She hit a snag against Crash but she’s recovering and is gaining momentum toward another run.
Jones: Yep!
~The bell rings and the two lock up! York lifts a knee quickly into Tamika’s gut, stymieing the former Craze Champion. He whips her into the opposite corner, she hits hard. York charges in and delivers a crushing clothesline. He pulls Tamika out of the corner before spinning her around and slinging her, violently back into the corner, head first. Her head smashing into the top buckle. York throws several high kicks into Tamika’s back, weakening her spine. Smack, smack, smack..each kick reverberating throughout the arena. York then reaches up, snatching Tamika’s head under his arm and dragging her toward the center of the ring in the inverted DDT posture...instead of dropping her, he drops to one knee and works the back of her neck over his leg, holding onto her head...the pressure is applied heavily onto her neck and spine~
Jones: York looks strong early on.
Hood: I think word is out...Tamika’s damaged goods. Focus and destroy.
Jones: People have been trying to snap her neck or break her back for months and she’s survived. She’s tougher than you give her credit for.
Hood: I suppose.
~Scruff asks Tamika if she wants to give it up...of course she says no. York shakes his head, frustrated...he pulls Tamika up a bit before dropping her neck across his knee. She yells out in pain...he maintains his grip with Tamika bent backward, awkwardly. Her neck still propped against his leg. She refuses to give up, despite the pain. Finally, York rises to his feet and he swiftly drops Tamika with an inverted DDT! Tamika is down, holding the back of her head...York pops to his feet, confident~
Jones: Tamika refuses to give up!
Hood: She may not have the option. York may make that decision for her.
Jones: He is in a commanding position right now, no doubt.
~Tamika rolls over and gets to all fours, but York stomps down on the back of her neck, flattening Tamika on the mat. He reaches down, yanking Tamika by the hair and pulling her to her feet. He whips her into a corner...she slams violently into the corner, the back of her head snapping back as her body hits the buckles. York marches forward, delivering a vicious forearm uppercut into Tamika’s head as she leans forward, sending her upper body thrashing backward. York kicks her in the gut and drags her out of the corner, positioning Tamika for a piledriver~
Jones: Oh no...not a piledriver! That’ll, at the very least, compress her spine! Given the punishment she’s taken, it could temporarily paralyze her in this match!
Hood: York going for that dominating victory. He pulls this off and the dude’s got to be in title contention.
~York tries to get her up but she kicks her legs, realizing like everyone else the damage and danger that awaits. He tries again...she kicks again. York brings her back down and slams a few punches into her back and ribs. She looks prone for the move. York picks her up...he gets her up...but she uses his momentum to sit up and rake York across the eyes!! Justin drops her...she lands on her feet in front of him...she stumbles, reaching for her neck. York remains temporarily blinded. Tamika fights through the pain...she hits the ropes and charges at York but he leaps into the air and BAM! He hits her with a huge dropkick!!! Tamika falls to the mat, wincing, holding the back of her neck~
Jones: Tamika started to get some momentum but York cut her off.
Hood: He can’t let her gain control. Once she gets rolling she’s damn near unstoppable.
Jones: Agreed.
~Justin pops back to his feet. He doesn’t show off...he knows how big a win this would be. He grabs Tamika by the head with both hands, pulling her to her feet. He whips her into the ropes...she hits the ropes and pauses, reaching for her neck...the impact into the ropes sending pain down her spine. York charges in for a clothesline but Tamika ducks, lifting him up. He lands on the apron! She pauses, the weight of lifting him up hurting her neck. York reaches forward, grabbing her head and he drops off the apron, raking the back of her neck over the top rope!! Tamika falls forward, landing on all fours, grimacing. The fans boo~
Jones: They are booing but there isn’t anything illegal about what York is doing.
Hood: Nope, they just don’t like it. Idiotic fans.
~York reaches into the ring and grabs Tamika’s legs, trying to yank her out of the ring. But Tamika flips over onto her back and she kicks York in the face!! The fans go wild!! York stumbles back into the barricade. Tamika fights to her feet! She’s got some momentum! The fans are behind her. She looks down at York and then out to the crowd...they urge her on! She throws caution into the wind, hitting the ropes, bouncing off and charging toward York...she leaps through the ropes with a suicide dive!!! But York catches her!!! The fans gasp!! York then drops her with SNAKE EYES across the barricade!!! Tamika collapses to the ground, holding her neck in pain. Justin finds the camera and he flashes a huge smile...this encourages more and more boos from the crowd~
Jones: Ugh...she tried. But maybe she should have taken things a little slower.
Hood: Have you ever watched this woman wrestle? She’s playing russian roulette every time she’s out there.
Jones: I can’t argue that.
~York pulls Tamika up and he slings her back into the ring...she rolls toward the center, on her back. York hops onto the apron, gripping the top rope...he jumps up, springboards off and comes down on Tamika with a leg drop!!! Tamika is motionless...York decides to try a pin. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Jones: Whew, close one there. Tamika has got to pull a rabbit out of her hat if she’s going to win this one. Her neck is too weak to sustain a long, methodical match.
Hood: Hat? She needs to pull a rabbit out of her ass!
Jones: I guess the rabbit’s origination is immaterial. Bottom line is she needs some luck!
~York spins around to one knee...the kickout not bothering him at all. He pops to his feet and pulls Tamika up...he hoists her onto his shoulders...he’s got her in an inverted Fireman’s Carry! He’s looking to hit his reverse GTS (Casino Crusher)!!! Tamika throws some desperate elbows into York’s chin!! He stumbles...she hooks his head and spins around for a Tornado DDT!! But York holds on...he hoists Tamika up and drops her with a Brainbuster!!! Her neck is compressed!! She’s down!! The fans are crestfallen! York dives on top of her for the pin~
1!
2!
3...NO!
Jones: Shoulder up! Tamika lives!
Hood: Like a movie monster rising from the dead.
~York slaps the mat, frustrated. This time he feels like he should have scored the pin. He rises up and gives Scruff some grief. Tamika struggles to one knee...York sees Tamika rising via the OCWTron at the top of the stage, so he turns around and slaps Tamika across the face, spinning her around and snaring her head, locking her in that inverted front face lock once more, yanking and cranking down on her neck. The fans boo as Tamika’s arms go limp...Scruff leans in, inspecting the situation~
Jones: Is she out? Is she finished?
Hood: Ring the bell! All hail Justin York!
~Scruff reaches for Tamika’s arm to lift it up and let it fall...but she pushes him away when she feels his touch!! Tamika then kicks her legs up...they are near a corner, so they find a buckle...she runs up the buckle, flips over and drops York with BITCH ON THE RUN!!!!! The crowd goes wild!!! Tamika makes the cover, Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...TAMIKA STRADER!!!!!
Jones: She did it!
Hood: Geezus
~Tamika immediately rolls out of the ring and falls to the ground. York is dazed for a moment before sitting up and trying to figure out what happened. Once he does, he gets to his feet, livid~
Jones: York isn’t happy.
Hood: Of course not...he dominated that match only for Tamika to...well, as we said, pull that rabbit out of her ass for a victory.
Jones: A competitor like Tamika can pull out a victory at any point in any match. That’s what makes her so dangerous.
~York exits the ring. Tamika is slowly heading for the ramp but he clotheslines her from behind!!! The fans BOOO!!! York stomps on Tamika, kicking her body into the steel surface beneath them~
Jones: Oh come on!
Hood: Tamika won the battle...but York is going to take the war!
~York picks Tamika up...the fans yell at him not to do it...but he doesn’t give a shit...he boots her in the gut, picks her up and BAM! He drops her with a piledriver onto the steel ramp!! Her body is limp...she falls to the ground. Scruff and THE KNIFE MAN check on her as York hurls some choice words her way before heading up the ramp to a chorus of boos~
Jones: Despicable.
Hood: Hey, it’s that type of attitude and swagger that will get you over. He might have lost, sure. But all everyone is going to remember is him piledriving Tamika into the steel.
Jones: I can’t argue that.
Hood: Justin York making an impact!
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\\
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\\
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\\
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\\
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\\
A wide shot of the Budweiser gardens showcases the size of the arena, from the floor to the nosebleeds. These crazy fans are loving this show.
Subhuman self hits and the arena goes wild again, the theme of Easton Alexander rings out as he takes the stage in regular street clothes, a hoodie and jeans, some flashy shoes, and hes walking with a limp. The damage Harmon did to his leg has taken its toll. He steps into the ring and takes a mic from Belvedere.
He puts the mic to his mouth but is interrupted by the applause.
Easton: Thank you… but I just need a minute, I have some things I want to get off my chest.
He paces around for a second, trying to compose himself.
Easton: I'm not gonna stand up here and pretend that I'm a saint, the only reason you cheer me is because you see me as a hometown boy, i was born in Canada therefore… you cheer
The crowd boo, rejecting this idea of favouritism.
Easton: The fact of the matter is, Ive done alot of horrible shit to some people who dont deserve it, specifically Thaddeus Duke.
The crowd boo again, this time at the mention of the majority owner.
Easton: I kidnapped a child because I was scared I would lose my job, apparently Thad had planned to unsuspend me sooner rather than later, so I did all that for essentially nothing.
Easton leans on the ropes towards the stage.
Easton: Thad… I want you to come out here so I can tell you something I have been holding deep for awhile.
The crowd boo but Easton silences them, and patiently waits for Thad to make his entrance… but nothing, Thad doesn't come out.
Easton: Well shit… I hope you can see a TV screen or something, because what I want to say is…
He looks around… taking in the energy of the crowd, in total silence he says…
Easton: I'm sorry… And I know sorry won't change the trauma I've caused, and sorry won't mend this hatred I have for you, but Harmon was right, I'm an asshole and I took the low road, I saw Frankie as a bargaining chip and now… i realised it was a horrible idea, but i did it… and now i've made enemies with people i've never met. I'm a coward, I can't look myself in the mirror without seeing an evil piece of shit, I moved to Japan for a month to escape this and all I found was more reasons to hate myself. So Thad i apologise from the bottom of the twisted heart, i don't apologise for kicking your ass, but Frankie didn't deserve that and if Tyler was still here i would apologise to him too… That's really it. Until next week faithful, maybe I'll see ya… maybe I won't.
PIC (14-3) vs. Crash Rodriguez (9-4-1)
~"No Love" by Death Grips hits and the Craze Champion Crash Rodriguez makes his way to the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he is the OCW Craze Champion...Crash Rodriguez!!!
~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 pounts... 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
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!
RAISE YOUR HANDS!
~PIC joins them in singing the verse, then thrusts his first in the air as the first "Raise Your Hands" hits. He then sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring, where he drops to one knee and gives a double gun salute. He takes a moment to himself, then stands and removes his vest and the Savage Championship belt and hands them to the referee.~
Jones: A match between two champions that’s sorta flown under the radar.
Hood: This whole card has flown under the radar.
Jones: Indeed...this is a ppv quality lineup with a bingo hall show quality owner at the helm.
Hood: *stares at Will*
~Pic and Crash both move to the middle of the ring and stare at each other. Scruff goes over a few last-minute instructions, but the two contestants ignore him. Scruff backs away as the bell rings, and Crash instantly begins to trash talk Pic. Pic smirks at Crash, and Crash responds by shoving Pic. Pic is knocked a few steps back, but quickly steps forward and slaps Crash across the face.
Crash is stunned for a moment, and then comes back with a wild haymaker, but Pic catches Crash's arm and arm drags Crash across the ring. Crash quickly gets to his feet and charges Pic catches Crash again, this time with a hip toss. Crash quickly spins up again, and Pic is there waiting with a dropkick. This time Crash rolls out of the ring and begins pacing around the ringside. ~
Jones: PIC showing why he is one of the top competitors in OCW today.
Hood: I think once Crash works through his hangover he'll be fine.
~Crash is back on the apron and arguing with Scruff. Pic has had enough of Crash's stalling and grabs the top rope that Crash is holding onto. Pic shoves the rope forward and then snaps it back, slingshotting Crash over the top rope and into the ring. Crash sits up holding his lower back and Pic charges forward with a kick to the back of Crash. Crash is knocked to the mat by the force of the kick, and again rolls out of the ring. ~
Jones: Maybe Crash Rodriguez needed better sparring partners to prepare for this match.
Hood: I don't know, the kids looked pretty tough to me.
~ Crash begins arguing with some fans at ringside and as he turns back to face the ring he is greeted by a suicide dive through the top and middle rope by Pic. The crowd erupts with cheers as Pic stands to his feet and pulls Crash up from the ground Pic throws Crash into the ring under the bottom rope. Crash pulls himself up with the ropes as Pic hops to the apron. Crash goes for a shoulder through the ropes, but Pic side steps it and delivers a kick to the chest of Pic. Pic then slingshots himself over the top rope into the ring and catches Crash for a sunset flip as he goes into the ring.
Crash rolls through the pin attempt and pops up to his feet. Crash charges at Pic with a dropkick, but Pic quickly lays down and Crash goes fling between the middle and bottom rope to the outside once more. more. ~
Jones: Crash… AND BURN!
Hood: Don’t ever use that line again.
Jones: Why not?
Hood: It just isn’t classic OCW baby.
~Pic bounces up and down in the ring waiting for Crash to get to his feet. As Crash begins to stand Pic charges across the ring, steps to the second, then the third rope and does a senton suicidia to Crash Crash sees Pic coming and catches Pic and drops him into a sit down powerbomb onto the floor. ~
Jones: HOLY SH*T!!!
Hood: HOLY F**K!!!
Jones: I don’t see how Pic gets up from that.
Hood: His back is broken, SPINAL!
~Crash gets to his feet and rolls back into the ring. Scruff is trying to check on Pic, but Crash tells him to start the count.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7…
8…
9…
Jones: PIC BACK IN AT NINE!!!
Hood: I can’t believe it, how is he moving?
~Pic slides into the ring breaking the count, but then collapses. Crash moves in and begins stomping on the back of Pic. Scruff backs Crash up after Crash ignores his counts. Crash backs up while holding his hands up. Pic tries pushing himself to his feet, using the ropes to help him. As Pic gets to his feet Crash charges in, ramming Pic into the turnbuckles. Crash begins kicking away at the midsection of Pic, kicking Pic until he crumbles to the mat, sitting in the corner. Crash turns, runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a running knee into the corner on Pic. Crash steps back, grabs Pic by the ankle and pulls him out of the corner. Crash makes the cover. ~
1…
2…
Kickout.
Hood: How in the world is Pic kicking out?
Jones: I think it’s called “fighting spirit”.
~Crash yells at Scruff for counting too slow, and then Crash mounts Pic and begins hammering him with rights and lefts. Crash then stands up and moves to the corner and begins climbing to the top rope. Crash gets to the top ropes and leaps off with a Diving headbutt, but Pic rolls out of the way and Crash lands hard on the mat. Crash pops to his knees holding his head as Pic rolls to a seated position. Pic looks at Crash trying to stagger up holding his head, and Pic begins pushing himself to his feet. Pic gets to his feet and immediately goes for a discus clothesline, but Crash ducks it and as he goes under catches Pic’s head and drops him with a neck breaker.
Crash rolls to his knees and pulls Pic up to a seated position by the hair. Crash delivers three hard elbows to the side of Pic’s head before Crash pops to his feet. Crash backs into the ropes and comes off hitting a blockbuster on the seated Pic. Crash rolls over for a pin attempt. ~
1…
2…
Kickout.
Jones: PIC is showing incredible fortitude here tonight.
Hood: I can’t believe he keeps kicking out, I thought he was done after that powerbomb.
~ Crash rolls out of the ring and shoves Belvedere out of his seat. Crash grabs Belvedere's chair, folds it up, and tosses it into the ring. Crash slides in and Scruff grabs the chair as he does. Crash grabs the chair, pulls it from Scruff’s hands, and then threatens to hit Scruff with it. Scruff cowers and Crash smirks. Crash turns to see Pic on all fours. Cras lifts the chair over his head and swings it down, but Pic rolls out of the way and Crash hits the mat. Crash winces as the jolting pain shoots up his arms.
Crash shakes it off, lifts the chair up again, and moves in on Pic. Pic has staggered up and as Crash swings, at him, Pic rolls under the chair and back up to his feet. Crash spins around and as he does Pic lands a drop kick that knocks the chair into Crash’s face, and sends Crash down to the mat. ~
Jones: PIC with a big-time shot to Crash Rodriguez.
Hood: Isn’t that a disqualification?
Jones: NO! Crash brought the chair in, was holding it, and Pic just happened to kick it.
Hood: Semantics.
~Pic crawls to the chair and grabs it in. Pic stands to his feet holding the chair and looks at Crash who is crawling towards the corner. Pic begins stalking toward Crash, but then stops and throws the chair out of the ring. Pic then charges into the corner, but Crash delivers an up-kick, nailing Pic in the stomach. Pic staggers back holding his stomach and Crash pulls himself to his feet. Crash hops to the second rope, and then leaps forward and catches Pic’s head and drops him with a jumping DDT. ~
Hood: Pic should have just used the chair.
Jones: But then he WOULD HAVE been disqualified.
~Crash stands to his feet, looking down at the unconscious Pic and begins taunting him. Crash slaps Pic across the face and Pic begins to stir. Crash smacks Pic in the back of the head, and then gives a shove to Pic's head with his boot. Crash grabs Pic by the hair and lifts Pic to his feet. Crash hooks Pic for the Crash Landing (Kudo Driver). Crash lifts Pic up, but Pic kicks his feet back and lands behind Crash. Pic grabs a waist lock on Crash and runs Crash into the ropes, and then Pic rolls Crash back with an O'Connor roll for a pin. ~
1…
2…
Kickout!
Jones: That was a close one.
Hood: I can't believe the resilience of Pic.
~ Pic is thrown forward as Crash kicks out. Pic is on all fours as Crash rolls to his feet. Crash goes for a quick elbow drop to the back of Pic, but Pic rolls out of the way and Crash hits the mat. Pic rolls to his feet as Crash sits up, and Pic hits a running knee to the seated Crash. Pic keeps moving as he springboards to the middle rope and comes off with a moonsault. Crash puts his knees up, but Pic sees them and catches Crash's legs as Pic lands on his feet. Pic instantly starts going for the PIC Lock (high angled Texas Cloverleaf).
Crash starts fighting, trying to crawl on his back to the ropes. Pic begins dragging Crash back to the middle of the ring, and Crash is able to push Pic off and back into the ropes. Pic bounces off the ropes as Crash pops up and goes for a side slam, but Pic counters with a Mexican head-scissors. ~
Jones: Amazing country by Pic.
Hood: He's a pretty Thicc boy to be flying around like that.
Jones: What the hell did you just say?
~ Crash is quick to his feet, but Pic is already up and nails Crasb with a European Uppercut into a reverse cutter. Crash hits the mat hard and Pic rolls right to the ropes. Pic hops over the top rope to the apron, and then leaps to the top rope and off with a springboard shooting star press onto Crash. Pic hooks the leg for the pin. ~
1…
2…
Kickout.
Jones: Crash Rodriguez showing his own tenacity..
Hood: Oh sh*t, Crash kicked out.
~ Pic pulls Crash up and into a standing fireman's looking for The Showstoppa (spinning fireman's into a stunner). Pic spins Crash, but Crash lands on his feet behind Pic. Crash hooks Pic for the Total Loss (Cross Rhodes), but Pic spins out holding onto Crash's arm. Pic goes for a short arm clothesline, but Crash ducks under and goes right into a roll up, but Pic rolls through it and onto his feet. Pic instantly rolls back forward catching Crash in an Oklahoma roll. ~
1…
2…
3…
Jones: OH MY! PIC CAUGHT HIM!
Hood: Unbelievable, I don't know if anyone has ever won a match in OCW with an Oklahoma roll.
Belvedere: Here is your winner...the OCW Savage Champion...PIC!!!!!
Jones: PIC with a huge win here tonight...feel like a broken record.
Hood: Well, the guy has been unstoppable.
Jones: He’s got a date set for the OCW Title at Face Off against the winner of our main event.
Hood: All the momentum in the world.
Jones: Tough loss for Crash but he just went toe-to-toe with, arguably the greatest wrestler in OCW. He may not see it...but he’s close...close, close, close to hitting that main event scene.
Hood: Fuckin right.
Jones: Alright fans, we’re gonna take a quick commercial break and then it’s Main Event action...the OCW Title is on the line NEXT!
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do
You're under the gun, out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
Playin' to win
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo
Killa Kali (c) (7-0) vs. Outcast (22-3)
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you during tonight’s main event as none other than OCW Savage Champion, PIC, is joining us on commentary. For those that don’t know, PIC became the number one contender to the OCW World Championship when he defeated TLS to win the Margarita Mix so he has a vested interest in tonight’s contest. He’ll face the winner at OCW Face Off later this month. PIC, great to have you this evening. Also, hell of a match just a few minutes ago against Crash Rodriguez.
PIC: Thanks Jones. It was a battle to say the least. It’s going to take some time to digest that one and I’m not sure how my back and neck are gonna hold up, but I’m not here to talk about Crash, I’m here for the main event and to scout my main event opponent for Face Off, whoever that may be.
Hood: You could do that from the backstage area just as easily I’d think.
PIC: Maybe so, but I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your chance to get up close to greatness. Everyone knows what a big PIC mark you are.
Hood: Shut up.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen… The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the OCW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!
~The crowd pops like crazy.~
Belvedere: Introducing first, the special referee for tonight’s contest. He’s an OCW legend and holder of the Oh Shit! Contract… THE LOST STRANGER!!!!
~“Every Breath You Take” by the Police begins to play as The Stranger appears on the entrance ramp. He’s wearing a somewhat tight fitting referee shirt that shows off a bit more weight than we’re used to seeing on him. He quickly makes his way to the ring and awaits the competitors.~
Hood: Wow! Check out the chunk on TLS. I’ve never seen the guy this out of shape.
Jones: He does seem to be carrying a few extra pounds. PIC, you’ve known him longer than anyone. What do you think?
PIC: I think any time you have a hiatus in this business, no matter how long or short, it’s easy to let yourself go a bit. TLS hasn’t wrestled since I beat him at the Margarita Mix. It’s not out of the ordinary for a wrestler to be a little out of shape after that long.
Jones: That makes sense.
Belvedere: Now coming to the ring… from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 228 pounds…
~”Backbreaker” by Fit for a King begins to blast throughout the arena as the fans leap to their feet. Outcast emerges from the backstage area and takes center stage on the entrance ramp, soaking in the adulation from the crowd.~
Belvedere: He is your former TWO TIME OCW WORLD CHAMPION… OUTCAST!!!!!
~Outcast slowly and methodically makes his way to the ring. He doesn’t slap any hands but acknowledges a few of the fans with a head nod along the way. He calmly walks up the ring steps and into the ring. He glares at TLS in the corner, who puts both hands up in a sign of surrender. Outcast then finds the center of the ring where he stands stoic as he awaits his opponent.~
Jones: Outcast is looking as calm and focused as I’ve ever seen him.
Hood: It’s eerie, honestly. I would expect him to be amped up for a title match like this.
PIC: Yeah, big matches like this can bring all sorts of different emotions to the table. Sometimes you’re amped up and can’t wait to strike first, and other times you need to be focused. I think in Outcast’s case, he’s up against PTSD’s top star with another PTSD member as the special ref. If he’s not 100% locked in, this match could get away from him really quick.
Jones: Do you really see TLS trying to pull a fast one over Outcast to help his stablemate?
PIC: The only thing I’ve learned in my 23 years of knowing Tommy is to expect the unexpected. He does what he does, sometimes with little to no explanation or reason. Literally anything can happen tonight.
Belvedere: And his opponent…
~"Pain" by Tupac begins to play as the stage explodes in fireworks. The majority of the crowd begins to boo. Playboy G and Lady Rage come out and stand on either side of the entrance. On the screen, a collage of Killa Kali hitting people with weapons and jumping on people or performing his various finishers begins to play as he walks out of the back. Lady Rage goes down to the ring and snatches the mic from Belvedere and makes him leave the ring.~
Jones: We’ve seen this before.
Hood: A custom entrance for a custom champion!
Lady Rage: Introducing next... Representing PTSD...and hating all of you…
~Flipping off the fans, Killa Kali steps out onto the stage, the OCW World title belt draped over his shoulder. He makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the boos and the trash being thrown at him, followed by Playboy G.~
Lady Rage: Hailing from South Central California by way of San Quentin Prison… This is YOUR OCW WORLD CHAMPION!!! This… is… KILLA "2 Extreme for TV" KALI!!!
~The fans continue to boo as Killa Kali enters the ring. He tosses the belt to TLS and bum rushes Outcast, taking him to the ground with a spear as TLS motions for the bell.~
DING DING DING
~Kali begins pummelling Outcast with lefts and rights from a mounted position as Outcast puts his forearms up to block. TLS arrives a little late to the party, but does begin counting, to which Kali ultimately stops after five. He gets off of Outcast and turns his attention to the fans, who let him know what they think of him.~
Jones: Kali’s not wasting any time tonight, setting the tone early by attacking Outcast before the bell.
Hood: He’s too extreme for TV, what did you expect? He didn’t come back to wrestling after all this time to play nice. He wanted the title, and he loves to beat people up. Tonight he gets both.
PIC: I can’t disagree at all. I’ve known Kali almost as long as I’ve known TLS, and they couldn’t be any different. TLS is unpredictable, but Kali has always been about violence and inflicting the most pain as possible. He likes gold, but his favorite color is blood red.
~Outcast rolls to his side and sweeps Kali’s leg in the process. He mounts Kali and returns the favor, smashing him repeatedly in the face with closed fists to the delight of the crowd. TLS immediately gets in between the two and forces Outcast off of Kali.~
Jones: It looks as if TLS is playing favorites early on. He allowed Kali extra time when he was punching Outcast, but when the roles were reversed he was quick to break it up.
Hood: Shut up. He’s not a referee by trade. You can’t expect him to be perfect.
~Outcast backs off allowing Kali to get to his feet. TLS motions for them to continue as both rush each other at the same time. They meet in the center of the ring, where Outcast is first to strike, delivering a forearm smash to Kali’s jaw. Kali takes a step back to absorb the pain, then fires a closed fist of his own, smashing Outcast just under the eye. Outcast turns his head and shakes out the cobwebs, before returning fire with another vicious forearm. Kali responds, and soon the two are trading shots back and forth. Kali’s fourth punch causes Outcast to stagger. Kali bum rushes him into the ropes. He launches Outcast across the ring. Outcast bounces off the ropes but is met with a kick to the gut, followed by a jumping DDT. Kali makes the cover as TLS slides into position.~
1!
PIC: Come on!
Jones: That was a fast count!
Hood: It was quick, but I don’t think our guest announcer should be complaining about fast counts after last week’s main event.
Jones: Scruff was off for sure, but he was counting fast for both Easton and PIC, so let’s not try to drum up some conspiracy theory.
PIC: You don’t think I won fair and square last week, Hood?
Hood: I didn’t say that.
~Back in the ring, Outcast rolls back to his corner, yelling at TLS in the process. He would have easily kicked out at 1 if the count was normal speed. Kali charges forward, attempting to knee Outcast in the face, but Outcast ducks out of the way, sending Kali’s knee screaming into the middle turnbuckle. He grabs it in pain as he turns around, right into a standing Outcast. Outcast kicks Kali in the stomach, hooks him and connects with a package piledriver!~
Jones: Holy crap! Outcast just hit the Burnout!
PIC: Woah!
~Outcast goes for the pin. It takes TLS a second to get into position, the crowd now booing him for his slow movements. He finally begins to make the count.~
1!
NO! Kickout!!
Hood: Yes!
Jones: This is ridiculous! TLS slow counted like I’ve never seen before, and even then, it appeared Kali kicked out AFTER the three count! What is going on?
PIC: It’s a bunch of crap, is what it is. I’m all for either competitor winning, but it better be fair and down the middle.
~PIC throws his headset off and makes his way toward the ring.~
Hood: Oh Lord, what is this idiot doing? He’s got no business going to the ring.
Jones: He’s trying to even the odds, Hood. PIC wants to fight the legitimate winner of this match.
~Kali rolls out of the ring. Outcast is pissed. He goes to attack TLS, but TLS motions that he will disqualify him if he does so. He turns his attention to Kali on the outside, who is being helped to his feet by Playboy G and Lady Rage. They are able to get Kali to stand but he appears to be completely out of it. Outcast bounces off the ropes, and dives through the second rope with a suicide dive, hooking his legs around Kali’s head and flipping him over with a Mexican head scissors, knocking Playboy G and Lady Rage over in the process! Inside the ring, PIC slides under the bottom rope and pushes TLS before asking him what he’s doing. TLS points his finger in PIC’s face and motions for him to get out of the ring, but doesn’t say anything.~
Jones: This is weird. TLS seems to be refusing to speak tonight for some reason. And is it just me, or does he seem to be a bit shorter than normal? I didn’t notice it until he stood face to face with PIC.
Hood: I don’t care. He just needs to throw PIC out of there and keep doing his job.
~PIC seems to notice the size difference too. He yells out “you’re not TLS” but TLS shakes his head. PIC grabs TLS by the head, hoists him up onto his shoulders to the delight of the crowd. PIC spins him out, connecting with The Showstoppa!! TLS’ face bounces off PIC’s shoulder as his head violently whips back, sending his mask flying in the process. PIC gets up gingerly, grabbing his neck in pain from the damage Crash inflicted earlier. The motionless TLS lays on his back in the middle of the ring revealing it to be…~
Jones: SCRUFF! It’s Scruff!
Hood: What the hell?
Jones: I’m so confused. Last week TLS was supposed to be the guest referee for the Savage Championship match between PIC and Easton Alexander. He didn’t show up, so Scuff officiated the match instead, looking lethargic and continuously making fast counts. Tonight, TLS is again scheduled to be the guest referee, but instead sends Scruff out… in a TLS mask? What kind of game is TLS playing?
Hood: I’d say Classic OCW, baby… but even I don’t understand this one.
~Outcast stands to his feet on the outside. Playboy G comes charging at him but Outcast ducks, sending Playboy G face first into the steel ring post. He grabs Kali and rolls him into the ring. He looks down at the fallen Scruff with the TLS mask next to his head, then up at PIC. He gives a nod, then looks back down at Scruff. Outcast then lifts Kali up into the air and slams him down with a snap suplex into a pinning attempt. PIC looks around, then decides it’s on him. He rips off his shirt, pulls the referee shirt off of Scruff’s back and puts it on. He slides into position and begins to count.~
1!
2!!
3!!! NO! Kickout!!
Jones: PIC is somehow now the official referee for this match!
Hood: This is ridiculous. Where is Thaddeus Duke? He needs to get that idiot out of the ring and restore some kind of order.
Jones: Until something like that happens, PIC’s who we have and Kali just barely was able to get his shoulder up there.
~PIC rolls Scruff out of the ring with his foot as Outcast gets to his knees. He begins picking Kali up by his head but Kali smashes him in the chest. Outcast is stunned, allowing Kali to rake his eyes. PIC warns Kali to stop, but Kali pushes him out of the way. He grabs Outcast and connects with a reverse Russian leg sweep, sending Outcast crashing to the mat. Kali then rushes to mount the turnbuckle, nearly falling off before finding his balance. He dives off the top rope and connects with a splash. The weight of Kali’s body comes crashing across Outcast’s midsection. Kali bounces off of Outcast, still reeling from the Burnout from earlier.~
Jones: Kali hit a big splash there, but he’s not looking right at all. He may have a concussion after that vicious Burnout piledriver that Outcast hit earlier. That move should have ended the match.
Hood: But it didn’t, and now Outcast is the one in trouble. Normally, the longer Kali is allowed to go in a match, and the more pain he takes, the stronger he gets. He feeds off of it. But I agree, after that Burnout, something looks off about him. He almost fell off the turnbuckle.
~PIC thinks of starting a count, but both men begin stirring on their own. Kali is the first to his feet, though he’s staggering. Outcast gets up and runs forward but Kali stuns him with a superkick out of nowhere. Outcast staggers backwards into the ropes, but bounces off with a Yakuza European uppercut! Kali falls back into the corner. Outcast begins leveling him with rights and lefts until Kali falls to his butt. Outcast hops over him and up to the top rope, dropping down with an OD right to Kali’s groin!~
Jones: Double foot stomp! The OD!
~Outcast pulls Kali out of the corner by his leg and makes the cover, hooking the opposite leg.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
NO!! KICKOUT!!!!
Jones: Kali kicked out again! I can’t believe it! He won’t stay down!!
Hood: I’m telling you, Jones. Just wait. The longer he’s allowed to stay in this match, the stronger he’ll get.
~Outcast looks at PIC, who confirms Kali got his shoulder up. Outcast looks frustrated. He gets to his feet, then lifts Kali to his. He scoops Kali up and slams him hard to the mat. Outcast motions for the match to be over, but turns around right into… a SISTER ABIGAIL!!!~
Jones: Victoria Strader!!!
Hood: Hell yes!!!!
Jones: Victoria Strader slid into the ring behind Outcast, and nailed him with her “Never Fade Away” signature maneuver!!
~PIC sees Victoria a second too late and rushes toward her. She slides out of the ring before he can get there and smiles as she backs her way up the entrance ramp. Outcast lays motionless on his back as Kali begins to stir. PIC turns back to the competitors to see Kali pull himself over to Outcast. He drapes his arm across Outcast’s chest as PIC drops down to make the count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
Jones: Outcast got his leg on the rope! PIC saw it at the last possible second! What ring awareness by the former champ!
Hood: This is stupid! That count was clearly slow and the foot on the rope came too late.
Jones: I disagree. Even though PIC saw the interference and could have easily disqualified Kali, he allowed the match to continue and counted for Kali the same way he did for Outcast. There’s been nothing unfair about this since “TLS” was taken out of the equation.
~Kali looks up at PIC and is clearly pissed. He gets to his knees, then up to his feet and gets right in PIC’s face. He yells some inappropriate words at PIC and pushes him in the chest, but almost falls, trying to shake the cobwebs loose. The two former stablemates stand face to face and the crowd is amped for any potential business that may pick up. Kali looks to strike PIC, but he’s pulled backwards by Outcast, who rolls him up from behind.~
1!
2!!
NO!!!
~Kali kicks out and rolls through as Outcast gets to his feet as well. Kali kicks Outcast in the stomach and hits a quick stunner. Outcast doesn’t go down, he falls back into the ropes and bounces forward. Kali kicks him again, this time positioning him between his legs. He goes for a piledriver, but Outcast blocks it. Kali tries again, but Outcast blocks again. He tries a third time, hoisting Outcast into the air with every ounce of strength in his body. Outcast adjusts in mid-air and wraps his legs around Kali’s head on the way up, and sends him flipping over with another Mexican head scissors. Kali rolls through and gets to his feet. He throws a wild clothesline that Outcast easily ducks. Outcast hooks the arm, spins around and hooks Kali’s other arm for a backslide. Instead, he lifts Kali into the air and slams him to the mat with a backslide driver.~
Jones: That’s “Parallel Life”!!! One of Outcast’s signature maneuvers!
Hood: Come on Kali. Get up!
~Outcast doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he stands and retreats to the corner. The crowd leaps to their feet as he plays to them briefly, allowing Kali to get to one knee in the center of the ring. Outcast builds a head of steam, then runs forward, punting Kali straight in the head!~
Jones: Reality Distortion! Reality Distortion!!!
~Outcast drops down for the cover as PIC makes the count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: Here is your winner… AND NEW OCW WORLD CHAMPION… OUTCAST!!!!!!!
Jones: HOLY CRAP!!!!!
Hood: Unbelievable!
Jones: Outcast did it! Outcast is the new world champion! I’m going to be totally honest, Kali just didn’t look like himself after he took the Burnout.
Hood: I think something got shook loose for sure.
Jones: I’ve got to imagine it’s tough losing any match, but not having all your faculties makes it all the more difficult I’m sure.
Hood: There are no excuses in wrestling though, Jones. Kali has taken many a beating in the past and came out on the winning side. As much as I may not like it, tonight was Outcast’s night.
Jones: You’re exactly right, Hood. And no one can take that away from him as Outcast is now a THREE TIME OCW World Champion!!
~The crowd gives Outcast a full standing ovation. Outcast gets to his feet, the realization setting in of what just happened. Kali rolls out of the ring, before falling off the ring apron and onto the floor. Playboy G and Lady Rage check on him, the latter waving for the medical team. Outcast stands in the middle of the ring, taking it all in. PIC goes over to Belvedere and retrieves the OCW World Championship belt as well as his Savage Title belt. Outcast turns to him, PIC staring back. PIC looks down to his hands, holding both titles as the crowd pops hard. He then reaches the OCW World title out to Outcast, who snatches it from his hand before drawing face to face with PIC.~
Jones: Here we go! The champ and the challenger… face to face! In three weeks, it will be the OCW Savage Champion, PIC challenging for the world title against our NEW champion Outcast at the OCW Face Off PPV!
~Outcast raises his title in the air as he stares PIC down. PIC raises his title as well. The two literally face off in front of a rabid crowd as the show fades to black.~
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