LIVE! November 21st 2022
FROM: MSG
NYC, NY
~ The Massacre Intro video starts to play as “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns’N’Roses plays in the background. We get a shot of BOB holding their OCW Tag Team Titles up in the air, Lissandra kissing A-Lister Dylan Thomas, followed by a shot of Mike Zybala stealing his shoes back out of The Big Bifford’s locker room, Marvellous Mike Mason standing over a downed Sahara Harmon Egan holding his OCW Craze Title above his head, Tearra Skye hitting a Swanton on Dylan Thomas, Sahara with the TransAtlantic title around her waist yelling at her Reservoir Dogs, Victoria Strader microphone in hand laying down the law, Mike Mason making the women Audibly Ovulate, and finally settling on a battered PIC holding the OCW Title high. We switch from video to the OCW faithful inside the historic OCW Arena as the camera pans around, catching signs from the Faithful.~
HERE IS A SEXUAL FAVOR FOR YOU VICTORIA
~ The camera pans around the sold-out MADISON SQUARE GARDENS as we eventually come down to focus on the legendary OCW Commentary Team of Smith and Hood. Smith looks excited, but a little on edge as Hood is scooched over as far as he can. ~
Smith: Welcome fans to the big go-home show Massacre before RUMBLE IN THE BRONX this Sunday! The second but first true Premium Live Event under the Commissioner!
Hood: So stupid, it’s a Pay Per View!
Smith: Well, I like my job-HFIEFYIEBFEBFIYE- so it’s whatever she wants it to be called.
Hood: You out of meds?
Smith: Yeah, refill later.
~ Before Hood can respond and ask why WHO’RE is in the ring, “Just A Girl” by No Doubt starts to play throughout, but the NYC OCW faithful doesn’t boo this Strader because she isn’t like the others and fired the ones their precious Dukes hated for whatever reason that made sense only to them. Victoria struts out, acknowledging the OCW Faithful as she heads down to the ring in a sharp power suit. Reaching the ring, she climbs the steel steps, wiping her heels on the apron as Belvedere holds the middle rope down for her to climb through. ~
Smith: Wonder what the Commish has to say?
Hood: Admit she took sexual favours from the Natty Daddy to get his shot.
Smith: I highly doubt that.
Who’re: Welcome, Commissioner Strader! It’s great to see you tonight! In case anyone forgot, I am the one who signed Miss Strader before The Great Purge!
Hood: She really was a bad GM.
Smith: Like you could do any better.
~ Victoria uncharacteristically smiles and nods. ~
Victoria Strader: That’s very true, you did. My Apologies for who came out afterwards. Now you have some questions for me, so fire away.
Who’re: It’s been insinuated that you accepted sexual favours for Marvellous Mike Mason to receive the title contender match against Dylan Thomas. Any truth to that?
Victoria Strader: No. Just ridiculous, Who’re. If Dylan Thomas had won, would that question have been asked of me? The truth is, in my notes, I had pencilled in Dylan Thomas versus Crash Rodriguez, but Crash, unfortunately, had outside priorities he needed to handle. I’m not some unfair Commissioner who doesn’t sympathize with her locker room. His family life came first. So I reached out to another name, with a winning record I would like to add, to take Crash’s spot. That was Marvellous Mike Mason. I also needed him not to be attacking my TransAtlantic Champion at will because I need her focused on the Paradigm Championship match Sahara has against OCW Tag Team and Savage Champion, The Nickleman. Funny how only one person said something about Easton Alexander getting a shot, with his record being what it is, and that was the guy that turned Easton into a kidnapper. Plus, I don’t believe my GIRLFRIEND would have been very happy with me if I was accepting sexual favours for title contenders.
Who’re: But why Mike Mason?
Victoria Strader: Well, Mr. Duke likes to portray himself as this owner that cares and puts the company first, but before I took over, his actions (or lack thereof) dwindled the roster to the point I had to reach outside of OCW even to find a Tag Teams to take on former retired champions in Sons of Krayzie. If he were half the owner he claims to be, he wouldn’t push false narratives like a child, AND I wouldn’t be in my position. Since then, we have signed Donnie Harris, Axis, and Synn. Rehired Cass Baumer and had the return of Tearra Skye, bringing Nikki Walker along with her since I have taken control. Still, if I gave anyone of them that kind of opportunity, I would be ran out of my job. Mike Mason is a strong competitor and was given an opportunity and earned his shot in the main event tonight. People only dislike him because he is a modern-day Chad Vargas. So anyone who takes that line of thought lacks professionalism. I truly thought my roster to be smarter than that, but I shouldn’t condemn the entire locker room. It also tells me they never watched any of my promos while I was a competitor within the company. This is the last I am going to speak on it but watch the children chirp because they have nothing better to do.
Who’re: Rumour has it that you have some info regarding the Rumble this Sunday live from the Bronx!
Victoria Strader: That I do, Who’re. I have drawn the first two of four names that will start the Rumble! Drawing number one is none other than the oh-so-wonderful owner, THADDEUS DUKE!
~ The NYC OCW Faithful erupts at the mention of the hometown Thaddeus Duke’s name being uttered. Victoria looks around the legendary arena, sneering ear to ear. Her hatred of the man is quite evident. ~
Smith: Wow! That’s huge, Hood! Thad Duke will be entering first!
Hood: I would say she is trying to screw the owner over by having him enter first, but he’s legendary enough to pull it off!
Smith: And he is the owner. Remember when Mike Zybala did the right thing relinquishing his ownership?
Hood: You mean stupid.
Smith: I mean what I said.
Victoria Strader: So that everyone knows, he demanded that spot before you go off and try to slander me some more. Now the second wrestler to enter the ring of four is someone that has been in OCW before and is the father of many wrestlers himself… my own father… MATTHEW THE RAVEN KNOX!!!!!
~ The OCW Faithful explodes once again at the mention of the legendary Matthew Knox. ~
Smith: Hot dog!
Hood: Hot dog?
Smith: Whatever! That’s huge! People can say what they will about Knox, but he’s one of the strongest competitors out there, and even though he’s entering at number two, he’s a favourite, along with Duke, to finish in the Top 5, if not first overall!
Who’re: Thank you for your time, Miss Strader!
Victoria Strader: My pleasure. I will reveal number three and number later in the night! I am sure the OCW Faithful would like the show to get underway! But just a quick note… the main event tonight? Is now a no-DQ Match!!! Now the last thing I wanna do is keep them from seeing the best damn professional wrestling in the industry! LET’S GET THE SHOW STARTED!!!!!!!!!!
~ “Just a Girl” starts back up as Victoria waves out to the OCW Faithful, who cheer her statement to start the show and the Rumble Revelations. ~
Smith: We got a triple threat, you could say, of opening matches showcasing new talent in Donnie Harris, who had a huge win last week, Synn, who makes her debut, and Cass “Hashtag” Baumer in singles matches against Cypress, Mad Max and Vortex. Plus, the OCW Championship Match is now no DQ!
Hood: I can’t wait to see Bifford pin Nickleman twice and Mason, our 2024 President-Elect, be named the new OCW Champion, especially with it being no DQ.
Smith: I think PIC will have something to say about that.
Hood: Whatever.
~In the backstage area, Bifford is standing around a random hallway, where he has settled in against the wall. Earl the Popcorn Salesman, one of Bifford’s closest allies, walks up and stands with him.~
Earl: Where the hell is everyone?
Bifford: It’s a wrestling show.. there are people ever.
Earl: No.. I mean our people. Usually Buffy is here, that psychotic Aunt Bella that stabs everyone, Kenny’s in jail, fuck even the ghosts that usually follow us are gone. Where the hell is everyone?
Bifford: There have been.. creative differences.. between Buffy and I.
Earl: Oh shit.. that means you ain’t gonna be gettin’ no more demon help.. you gonna lose the rumble.
Bifford: Shut up, Earl. I’m The Big Bifford. I’ve got the fans in my corner and that’s all I need. This is the first leg of an incredible journey..
Earl: Yeah, Bifford.. I saw the fucking t-shirt.. “It’s not the redemption story you wanted, it’s the redemption story you deserve.” I don’t even know what that means..
~Bifford shrugs his shoulders.~
Earl: So Nickleman tonight.. you got a plan? Dude’s nuts. And you don’t have that demon power backing you up anymore..
Bifford: I’m not afraid of all his horror movie stunts. He’s no real threat. I’m going to pin him again and again and again.. Horror movies aren’t scary because you can tell they’re fake.. watching the news is much scarier.. in the news we find the horrors of reality.
Earl: You talkin’ about that Wolf Blitzer guy who keeps attacking the women who don’t wear glasses?
Bifford: That really is something.. isn’t it?
Earl: Back to Nickleman.. You gotta pin this guy twice.. you’ve got The Biff End for one.. but what about the other pinfall?
Bifford: All pin falls are because of the Biff End. It’s the only move with END in the title. It ENDS the match. It ENDS careers. It ENDS the Rumble..
Earl: I don’t think you’re going to piledrive someone over the top rope, Bifford.
Bifford: Maybe I will..
Earl: No, you definitely won’t.
~Earl and Bifford share a moment of glaring at one another. The fans pop, enjoying the banter.~
Earl (hesitating): I had a weird dream last night..
Bifford (reacting): What?
Earl: I had a dream..
Bifford: Was it.. on an island?
~The two men stare at each other in silence - awkward silence.~
Earl: Did we..
Bifford: Have the same dream?
Earl: The islanders on the island with the-
Bifford: Statue of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and-
Earl: Aunt Bella is there and-
Bifford: and Martha Stewart..
~The two men look at each other awkwardly, realizing they had the same dream. Realizing the dream was probably a glimpse into reality. Realizing on an island there were wild islanders worshipping the demon Bifford summoned as a child along with their friend’s murderer aunt and Bifford’s exwife.~
Earl: Maybe you should put the Plethora robe back on and not upset the fuckin’ demon lady with the magic powers.
Bifford: NO! I am A GOOD GUY NOW.
~The two men glare at each other some more.~
Bifford: Is there anything else you need, Earl?
~Earl shook his head.~
Earl: Nah bruh.. just.. go out there and do to Nickleman what you did to him last week, what you did to Steve Black,.. what you did to Bob Grenier.
Bifford: Who the fuck is Bob Grenier?
~Earl smirks and the crowd pops, then shaking his head, Earl heads away leaving Bifford alone.~
SHOW ME YOUR TITS NICKLEMAN
WHERE IN THE WORLD IS CRASH RODRIGUEZ
THERE'S A RUMBLE IN MY PANTS
WE NEED LURRR
YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT PIC
TRS SHOULD GET OCW TITLE SHOT
Belvedere: the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!
~ Become Wrath by Dance With the Dead starts to play as Donnie Harris comes out on the stage. ~
Belvedere: Hailing from Salt Lake City... DONNIE HARRIS!!!!!!!!
~ Donnie makes his way into the ring, and looks happy that his opponent isn’t dripping in baby oil. ~
Smith: Donnie Harris made his debut last week against Rene McRae grabbing a slippery win, and hopes to grab his second tonight against Mad Max! Former girlfriend of The Commissioner and her grandfather, Scott Nash Strader apparently.
Hood: I heard that SNS got around. And with his own granddaughter’s girlfriend. Legend.
Smith: Yeah, I don’t know about that.
~ DING DING DING ~
~ Donnie and Max lock up in the middle of the ring in a test of strength. Max surprises him with her intense upper body strength but he sends a knee into her midsection breaking the hold. Harris throws an elbow the temple of Max, pops off the ropes and returns with RIDE THE LIGHTNING (Shining Wizard)!!!!!! He makes the cover as Juff drops to count. ~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... DONNIE HARRIS!!!!!!!!!!!
Smith: She went down quick!
Hood: No wonder Victoria’s grandfather - - -
Smith: Hood! Anyways folks, up next we have another wrestler making a debut in the form of Synn!
Hood: Sin, you say? What’s their sin? Murder?
Smith: S-y-n-n. Synn.
Hood: M-u-r-d-e-r. Murder.
Smith: God I hate you.
Belvedere: The Following contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... he is one half of TORNADO ALLEY... VORTEX!
~ The OCW Faithful clap for the long time enhancement talent as he makes his way down to the ring. ~
Hood: I forgot this guy still worked here.
Smith: I hate to agree with you, but yeah, same.
Belvedere: And his opponent... weighing in at one-hundred-fifty pounds hailing from Anchorage, Alaska...
~ “Yen” by Slipknot starts to pump out through the sound system as SYNN appears on stage, looking side to side with a devilish, yet angelic, look on her face. ~
Belvedere: She is SYNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~ Synn runs down the ramp sliding under the bottom rope and immediately starts to throw fists at Vortex causing Juff to frantically call for the bell! ~
~ DING DING DING ~
Smith: And She’s already at it!
Hood: Gotta love that kinda spunk!
~ Synn wastes absolutely no time and lays out Vortex with her finisher BRAM STOKER (SITOUT BUTTERFLY CRADLE DROP)!!!!!! Juff drops to make the count! ~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... SYNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~ “Yen” starts up again as she doesn’t stick around to celebrate, seemingly on a mission! ~
Smith: Well, that was quick.
Hood: That’s what she said!
Smith: With you? I’m sure of it.
Hood: You are mean when you run out of Knifey’s pills.
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
~ “New Sensation” by INXS starts to play as an average sized man with long blonde hair in luchadore style white leather pants steps out on the stage. The OCW Faithful don’t know this guy. ~
Belvedere: Weighing in at two-hundred-and-thirty-eight pounds hailing from Windsor, Ontario Canada... CYPRESS!!!!
~ Cypress struts down to the ring, waving out to the Faithful in attendance. ~
Hood: Who is this schmuck?
Smith: This is Mark Evans aka Cypress. He was partners with Scott Nash Strader eighteen years ago in a company called High Impact Competition!
Hood: So, the granddaughter is hiring people connected to her dead grandpa to embarrass them as enhancement talent?
Smith: It would seem that way, yes.
Belvedere: And his opponent...
~ As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age blast through the crackling arena speakers, the crowd stands to their feet when a dark blue spotlight beams down at the entryway. The camera descends to gradually reveal Cass Baumer. The old-school brawler struts down the aisle in a dark blue leather jacket over her ring gear until she nears the center of the clearing. She spins and steps backward, spreading her arms to show off the gold splatter target symbol embroidered patch at the back of her distressed coat. ~
Belvedere: Weighing in at one-hundred-forty-one pounds hailing from Karori, Wellington, New Zealend... CASS BAUMER!!!!!!!!!!!!
~ "Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer's lips form a triumphant smirk, her head turned to the side 'til she leisurely twirls back when she nears the apron. She stops at the steel steps to survey the crowd with a smile. She follows it up by sliding into the ring. The cheers grow as she bounces back to her feet and mounts the ropes, raising her fist with pride as she answers the crowd's visceral reaction with a guttural shout of her own! Then, she dismounts. ~
~ DING DING DING ~
Smith: And here we go!
Hood: I can’t believe the Commissioner didn’t book Baumer against Thad.
Smith: Maybe the Commissioner didn’t want to throw Baumer to the proverbial wolf as she gets started back in the company!
Hood: Pfft! Excuses.
~ Baumer and Cypress circle one another, not yet ready to make a move. Eventually Cypress does, pulling Baumer into a headlock but she quickly wraps her arms around his waist and hucks him back over her shoulder making the canvas vibrate the OCW Faithful pop! ~
Hood: Great strength from Cass! Didn’t expect that.
Smith: I guess throwing Sahara around in the sheets has helped.
Hood: What, are you me?
~ Baumer is back up quickly as is Cypress. He goes running at her by she side steps and brings him down with a drop-toe-hold. As he gets back up Baumer, flips around and nails him the FACT CHECK(Somersault Reverse DDT)!!!!!! She makes the pin as Juff drops to count! ~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... CASS BAUMER!!!!!!!!!!!
Smith: Baumer with a win!
Hood: Yeah, finally.
Smith: Like to see you try to wrestle. Anyway, we’ll be right back after this short break!!!
~ Massacre cuts to the back to The Commissioner Victoria Strader's office. She has quiet music playing as she click-clacks away on her laptop. Every couple of seconds, her phone would ding. She reached into a small bowl on the desk and grabbed a few almonds, popping them into her mouth as she continued her work. The camera pans and the crowd buzzes as we see SYNN standing in her office, fresh off her debut victory. She just stands there and stares at Victoria, who seems a little confused about why she's there. ~
Synn: HI!!
~ Synn waves. ~
Victoria Strader: Uhh, hi. Can I help you?
Synn: My name is SYNN!
Victoria Strader: I know who you are, I hired you. Now, can I help you with something?
~ SYNN takes a seat at the desk, reaching into the almond bowl and picking a few out, examining them. ~
Synn: Yuck.
Victoria Strader: Nobody asked you to eat them.
Synn: So, you know me?
Victoria Strader: I do.
~ SYNN leans in close, chewing loudly on the supposedly gross almonds. ~
Synn: Do you realllllly though? Do you really know who I am?
~ Victoria looks a bit put off by the painted faced woman sitting across from her. ~
Victoria Strader: How can I help you?
~ SYNN sits back in the chair, and laughs. ~
Synn: You have a beautiful women's division.
Victoria Strader: We don’t have divisions, just one set of talent.
Synn: Totally delicious........I just want to eat their faces!
Victoria Strader: You what?!
~ SYNN takes another handful of almonds but Victoria grabs her hand and pulls the bowl away. ~
Victoria Strader: I think you've had enough. Look, I need to finish up some work and we have a show going on. So, I will ask you ONE more time.......Can. I. Help. You?
~ SYNN tilts her head back and forth a few times, smiling with her tongue between her teeth. Her face then turns into a serious one. ~
Synn: This place is toxic. A lot of mean, terrible people. B.o.B is running this fine establishment into the ground. I can clean it up for you......But first....I want to eat. I want to eat your women's division like a delicious appetizer. I want to make them all realize that sometimes a Beautiful Disaster is exactly that........then I am coming for the Nickleman. ~
Victoria Strader: I told you it’s one division. You want the Nickleman?
Synn: Correct. Evil, terrible human.
Victoria Strader: I can think of worse people in the locker room. You realize it won't be for the title right?
Synn: It'll be for the betterment of this company.
Victoria Strader: You’re crazier than my Auntie Tee.
Synn: But what I wanna do fiiiiiiirrrrrrrstttt..........what I REALLY wanna do........is get to know you.
Victoria Strader: Me?
Synn: You.
Victoria Strader: I have to get back to work...
~ Strader is clearly uncomfortable. ~
Synn: Yeah! It'll be great. We can go out to lunch. See a matinee. I'll bring wine. Then maybe we can go back to your place and...
Victoria Strader: STOP! JUST....STOP. I have a girlfriend. Now get out of my office, I have work to do.
Synn: ........you have such beautiful skin. I just wanna peel it off and keep it on my mantle!
Victoria Strader: MAX!!! KNUXS!!!!
~ The big man enters the office, his arms crossed followed by Mad Max. ~
~ SYNN looks at them, turning her head to either side. ~
Synn: Aren't you a tall drink of water. How are ya, names SYNN."
~ She extends her hand to shake his. He doesn't reciprocate. She doesn’t even notice Max. ~
Knux: The lady asked you to leave.
Synn: And you're here to make sure I do?
Knux: I am.
Synn: Sheesh. Tough crowd.
~ She stands up, pulling a business card that appeared to be hand written on a ripped-out piece of loose-leaf out of her bra. She drops it on the desk. ~
Synn: Think about it.
~ She turns and walks out, giving Victoria the 'call me' sign with her hands before shutting the door behind her. ~
~ The OCWtron lights up, and Victoria Strader is walking through the backstage area. Mad Max is with her as well as Knux. Her cell phone rings, and she hits speaker phone. ~
Victoria Strader: Strader speaking.
Nikki Walker: Salut Mademoiselle Strader, it’s Nikki Walker.
Victoria Strader: Ah, Nikki. Good to hear from you. It was too bad about Tearra but Calaway is a fierce competitor. Contrary to the childish narrative, everyone needs to win to get ahead here in OCW. That can be difficult at times.
Nikki Walker: Oui, oui, I agree. I just wanted to call to let you know that Tearra will be entering the Rumble.
Victoria Strader: I am very glad to hear that. Your friend is a talented piece of OCW. I hope that means you will be as well.
Nikki Walker: Oui, I will. We are training with my Papa now, Froggy.
Victoria Strader: Good, very good. Appreciate the heads-up. Watch the show tonight, it’ll be informative.
Nikki Walker: Oui, mademoiselle Strader. It’s uh, open, on the TV.
~ Victoria disconnects the call and looks to Max, then Knux. ~
Victoria Strader: Make sure my office is secured. I don’t trust Mr. Duke among others after the last week.
Knux: yes ma’am.
Mad Max: Whatever you need, Victoria.
~ Victoria nods as the two leave, and she continues her way toward catering to make sure it’s stocked properly. ~
THE BIG BIFFORD (16-2) VS THE NICKLEMAN (9-2)
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... weighing in at over 450 lbs hailing from the Buckeye State Columbus, Ohio... he is a former TWO-TIME OCW Champion and OCW Hall of Famer... he totally didn’t serve homeless people as quality chicken sandwiches... THE BIG BIFFORD!!!!!!!!!!!
~ “Champion” by Barns Courtney starts to play as The Big Bifford makes his way, slowly, to the ring, climbing in the ring pushing the top rope down. ~
Belvedere: And his opponent...
~ “Since I’m a Bastard – This Grey City” starts to play and the fans boo loudly as he finger-pistols them like the bastard he is. Get it? Anyway.~
Belvedere: Hailing from Steubenville, Ohio representing THE BROTHERHOOD OF BASTARDS as one-half of the OCW Tag Team Champions and the OCW Savage Championship.... THE NICKLEMAN!!!!
~ Nickleman hands is belts to Belvedere yelling at him to keep them safe as he stares down the Big Bifford. ~
Smith: Can’t believe Nickleman wanted him again.
~ DING DING DING ~
~ Bifford makes the first move and goes straight in for the takedown, but Nickleman hooks him around the waist as he bends and plants his feet to keep a vertical base. Nickleman uses his position to drive heavy forearms down into Bifford’s back but doing so frees Bifford who spins out and takes Nickleman down to the mat with a drop toe hold, transitioned into a side headlock. ~
Smith: Cagey opening exchanges from both competitors.
Hood: They both know the danger the other poses and are taking it nice and slow.
~ Bifford wrenches on the headlock but Nickleman brings up his legs and counters into a head scissors. Bifford struggles but manages to get out of it and get back to his feet where he runs to the ropes. Nickleman hops up and meets Bifford in centre ring with an arm drag into an arm bar. Bifford fights onto his feet and tumbles out of the arm bar, once again going to the ropes. He comes off them and gets caught with a drop kick from Nickleman. He pops right back up and receives another drop kick for his troubles. Nickleman keeps up the momentum and backs Bifford into the corner where he weakens him with a few slugs to the jaw. Nickleman then runs to the other corner and charges at Bifford in an avalanche attempt but Bifford moves at the last second. ~
Smith: Nickleman eats turnbuckle!
Hood: He’ll clear his mouth in time for Sahara on Sunday.
~ Bifford keeps Nickleman in the corner and unleashes a barrage backhand chops, forearm strikes, headbutts and kicks and finishes off with a thrust kick that puts Nickleman on his ass. ~
Smith: Bifford just unleashed on Nickleman!
Hood: I don’t wanna be invited to that party!
~ Nickleman is propped up and sitting against the turnbuckle as Bifford takes a brisk walk up and attempts a drop kick to the face, but it is Nickleman’s turn to move at the last second, leaving Bifford to be crotched on the bottom turnbuckle. Bifford falls on his back holding his privates as Nickleman gets to his feet and lines him up. Nickleman turns his back to Bifford and hits a standing moonsault and his boots stomp right into Bifford’s face, drawing a little blood from his nose. ~
Smith: Bifford is bleeding!
Hood: We’re innovators here in OCW... I’m just surprised that Nickleman managed to rotate his fat ass 360 degrees!
~ Nickleman makes the cover. ~
1!
2!
3!!!
Gruff: First fall, Nickleman!
~ Bifford grumbles but doesn’t complain as he goes back at it to whip Nickleman but he reverses. Bifford grabs hold of the ropes as he hits them to stop his momentum and Nickleman decides to charge at him instead. Bifford ducks as he comes in and back body drops Nickleman over the top rope, all the way to the outside with a thud. ~
Smith: That’s a true professional, not letting the first fall deter him.
~ Nickleman is a little groggy from the fall but shakes it off and gets back to his feet as Bifford comes at him with a baseball slide. Nickleman manages to catch him by the legs and yanks him out of the ring forcefully to the hard padding on the outside. Bifford’s head connects with the floor to a loud thud. Nickleman then keeps his grip on the legs and slingshots Bifford into the nearest barricade. Bifford hits hard and is launched over into the Faithful to big cheers because that’s just a big feat and the faithful love craziness. ~
Smith: OCW action up close and personal for the vocal fans here in New York City!
~ Nickleman climbs the barricade and brings a double axe handle down on Bifford that knocks him into the laps of the front row but thankfully they scattered before being crushed. He unloads lefts and rights into his face before grabbing the nearest beer and smashing it across his jaw. Gruff deciding not to count and to just let them go at it. ~
Hood: Alcohol abuse!
~ Nickleman smashes another beer into him, and another. He grabs another one and pauses when the fans begin to chant, “Chug! Chug! Chug!”. He simply shrugs his shoulders before giving into peer pressure and downing the beer in one to big cheers. This gives Bifford recovery time however and he uses it to full advantage with a backhanded chop to the chest of Nickleman that hits him so hard, some beer comes out of his nose. ~
Smith: Beer everywhere!
~ Bifford clotheslines Nickleman back over the barricade. Bifford puts the stomps to Nickleman. ~
Hood: Might as well be dry while you’re kicking ass!
~ Bifford attempts to take the action back into the ring but Nickleman elbows him in the gut and slams his face down into the ring apron. He then takes the initiative and rolls Bifford into the ring which is a testament to the strength of Nickleman. ~
Smith: Gruff has been very lenient in this match thus far. I don’t think he even started a 10 count while they were on the outside.
Hood: It’s the Go-Home show in front of a sold out MSG, he’s right to let things slide.
~ Nickleman rolls in after Bifford but Bifford is quick off the mark and already waiting on his feet as Nickleman comes in. He kicks Nickleman in the gut, pulling him in for a PILEDRIVER. He makes the cover. ~
Smith: Bifford about to even up!!!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
Gruff: Pinfall Bifford! Tied 1-1!
~ Bifford doesn’t celebrate getting right back into it! He picks Nickleman up and lifts him for a to go for another piledriver but Nickleman slips away and gets himself behind Bifford. Nickleman uses the positioning to nail a super reverse DDT. He makes the cover. ~
1!
2!!
3KICKOUT!!
Smith: Nickleman almost had it.
Hood: Bifford isn’t gonna let that happen!
~ Nickleman holds his head in disbelief but soldiers on, knowing that he has a job to do. He picks Bifford up and whips him into the corner. He props Bifford up and sits him on the top turnbuckle where he signals for a high spot before climbing up with him. Bifford starts fighting back once he gets up there with a flurry of lefts and rights. Nickleman hooks him though and pulls off with DEVIL HOOK DROP(double arm DDT) FROM THE TOP! He covers! ~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner of two to one falls.... THE NICKLEMAN
Hood: The Bastard did it!
Smith: Only Outcast in the Great Illuminatus and Killa Kali at Truth or Consequences have pinned the Big Man and Nickleman did it twice tonight!
Hood: That’s major momentum going into Rumble In The Bronx!
Smith: That it does!
~The camera rolls through the hallway backstage at Madison Square Garden. Desmond Savage and BALD appear to be chatting in the hall as the camera passes by them.
Thad(voice): Bitch didn’t even book me, Nia!
~Hearing his voice, the crowd pops loudly.
Hood: The man!
Smith: Who’s Nia?
Hood: Chairwoman of the Board at Lions Guard. She’s the one that installed Strader.
~The camera enters the office of Thaddeus Duke and the New York City crowd pops a bit louder while Thad paces behind his desk with Nia Johnson on speaker.
Thad: Why would I have made a big production about my return, if I DIDN’T WANNA BE BOOKED, NIA!?
Nia: Just calm down Thad. There’s no rule against you booking yourself.
Thad: …what?
Nia: Honey listen. I know you thought it was a mistake, me hiring Victoria.
Thad: The term you’re looking for is ‘Colossal Failure’.
Nia: Be reasonable!
Thad: All I’m saying is if she keeps her shit up, I’mma hire the Strader’s back with iron clad guarantees and watch the whole world fucking burn.
Nia: I thought you hated them anyway and wanted them gone?
Thad: Well, normally I’d like that kinda thing but not the way Victoria did it. She robbed me of the personal satisfaction of doing it myself.
Nia: It’s done though, isn’t it?
Thad: Yeah, that’s the problem. I could have fired them anytime I wanted, but I didn’t because that’s what was best for this company. My entire roster hates me no matter what I do, but they loved the Strader’s. They were good for unity.
Nia: If you want a match tonight, book it!
~Thad seems to be lost in thought at the moment.
Thad: Hell, I might’ve given Tamika my proxy and watched her and Victoria fight it out on television.
Nia: That’s a bad idea.
Thad: Yeah, you’re right Nia. That’d be so much better on pay per view… errr excuse me… premium live event…
~Thad mock gags over the terminology.
Nia: Do you like anything she’s done?
Thad: Next week she’ll ban the word ‘wrestler’ and tell us we’re ‘sports entertainers.’
Nia: Thad.
Thad: Then she’ll lie and say this is scripted television.
Nia: Thad!
Thad: I tried Nia! I tried to be all things to all people! I was nice and kept my nose out of everything and they hated me for it. I turned into a dick and started sticking my nose into things and guess what happened Nia.
THEY HATED ME FOR THAT TOO!
It’s almost like they made a conscious choice to hate me when they found out I bought OCW. All I wanted was to make OCW the promotion I saw when I signed here last year that had so much promise. I just wanted to make it inviting and open to new things. Instead, they’ve run off just about anyone new that has signed.
They didn’t want competition. They wanted their safe space.
Nia: THAD!?
Thad: What!? Why are you yelling?
Nia: Shut up and book yourself.
Thad: Oh. Alright then. Thanks Nia!
~Thad ends the call and a smile creases his face.
Thad: CY!
~Thad rushes toward the doorway. Braddock appears in said doorway and Thad runs right into him. Bouncing off, the Lionheart lands flat on his back.
Thad: Shit. Brick wall, this guy.
Cyrus:: Sorry boss.
~Leaning down, Cy extends his hand to help Thad back to his feet.
Thad: Go find me an opponent.
Cyrus:: Anyone in…
Thad: No. Just anyone. It’s Madison Square Garden. We’re in the fucking heart of Duke Nation. These people want Thaddeus Duke.
And find Leo!
Hood: Alright! Thaddeus Duke will be in action tonight whether Victoria Strader wanted it or not!
Smith: Well, whatever else he is, he’ll send these hometown fans into a frenzy in just a little while.
MOONLIGHT ROSE (2-1) VS AXIS (1-0)
Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
~The lights go dark in the arena. The acoustics of "Zombie" fill every loudspeaker in the building. Suddenly, the metal part kicks in, and the megatron is lit up, slightly revealing a silhouette on the entrance ramp that turns out to be Axis doing his signature "Quadruple Horns" pose.~
Belvedere: From Dallas, Texas by way of Shreveport, Louisiana… Axis!!!
~Axis calmly yet menacingly walks down the ramp towards the ring. He glares at the fans at ringside as he enters the ring.~
Smith: This is a match I’ve been looking forward to all day. Axis had a strong debut last week defeating a staple of OCW in Zeus. This week he looks to continue his streak.
Hood: The only thing I’m interested in is getting in touch with this guy’s agent. Rumors were swirling this week that the guy is making $200k just to appear for a match and an extra $50k when he wins.
Smith: Here, in OCW?
Hood: That’s what I said.
Smith: That’s the type of deal that would make Bob Grenier jealous.
Hood: I’m just telling you what the rumors are.
Smith: Well, whatever Axis is making, he’s looking to make that much and more as he announced his intentions to enter the Rumble in the Bronx earlier this week.
Hood: That match is going to be stacked with the best talent in all of professional wrestling. Axis was impressive last week, but I don’t know if he’s quite ready for that level of competition.
Smith: Well he’s got a chance to make a big statement win right here.
~The lights in the arena go down as a spotlight shines down on Belvedere.~
Belvedere: And his opponent…
~The opening chords of “Meteor” By SLATYDOG begins to play, followed by the first lyrics.~
RETURN BACK UP INTO THE SKY AGAIN
~Moonlight Rose is illuminated by a spotlight on the ramp. The purple and black cape waving behind her as she walks to ring. She high fives a couple fans on her way down to the ring. She climbs onto the apron and to the top turn buckle. which cues the ring announcer.~
Belvedere: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan now residing in Toronto Canada. She is Professional wrestling royalty. She is OCW's SuperHero. She is... Moonlight Rose!!!
~She hops off the top and is checked by Gruff, then stays in the corner waiting for the bell.~
Smith: Moonlight Rose is on quite the streak of her own, including what some have called an upset win over All Consuming Fire. She’s definitely shaking off any nerves she may have had entering the business.
Hood: Moonlight has been surprising, no doubt. It seems Easton Alexander is a better trainer than he ever was a wrestler.
DING DING DING
~Moonlight Rose immediately goes for a lockup but Axis knees her in the stomach. He begins laying in forearm shots to Rose’s back before picking her up and sending her to the mat with a pump handle slam. Axis chooses to not go for a cover but instead picks Rose up by the hair and tosses her into the corner. Her back hits the buckles hard before he builds up a head of steam and connects with a huge clothesline. She crumbles forward onto the mat as Axis poses for the crowd. He makes a nonchalant cover with his foot on her chest.~
1! Kickout!!
Smith: Axis has gained the early advantage here but seems to not be taking Moonlight Rose very seriously.
Hood: He seems as if he’s been doing this for a while so let’s give him the beginning of the doubt here.
~Axis laughs at Gruff. Moonlight Rose rolls over and starts to get up from her knees when Axis drops a huge elbow right into the small of her back. She drops to the mat as Axis pops up and delivers another elbow. He drops down and places his knee into her back, pulling back on both of her arms as Gruff asks if she wants to quit. Rose refuses, but screams out in pain as Axis wrenches in the maneuver. Rose continues to scream, but manages to rotate her body and roll over, causing Axis to break the hold.~
Smith: Rose might as well have a target literally on her back in this match. Axis is going full force to inflict as much damage there as possible.
Hood: This guy seems incredibly tactical in the ring. If he keeps this up he’ll go far in OCW.
~Axis mouths off to Gruff a bit, then begins smacking Rose in the face as she gets to her knees. Axis toys with her, then laughs again in Gruff’s direction. Rose reaches out and elbows him in the gut as he’s distracted. He hits him in the stomach again, then again as she makes it to her feet. She pushes him into the ropes and tries to whip him off. Axis reverses and sends Rose into the ropes, she bounces off and ducks a clothesline. She hits the other side of the ropes and ducks another of Axis’ clotheslines. As she bounces off again, he picks her up for a side slam but she’s able to use her momentum to spin around and flip him over with a hurricanrana!!~
Smith: Signs of life from Moonlight Rose! Great counter there!
~Axis and Rose are both quick to their feet. She charges him with a clothesline of her own but he ducks, spins around and hooks her from behind. With almost no effort he hoists her into the air and drops her with a German suplex. Axis hangs onto her and brings her back to her feet, hitting another German suplex. He again holds on, and rolls through. He attempts a third German but Rose elbows him in the face. She hits another elbow, then tries to run away but Axis grabs her by the hair sticking out of her mask and slams her hard to the mat. He drops down and makes a cover, but doesn’t hook a leg.~
1!
2!! Kickout!!!
Smith: Close, but no cigar. At some point Axis is going to have to take a pin seriously if he wants to win this match.
Hood: Some guys love inflicting pain and worry about the pin later.
~Axis seems a little upset at Gruff’s count, but wastes no time picking Rose back off the mat. He scoops her up and hits a traditional bodyslam in the middle of the ring. He bounces off the ropes and goes to land an elbow, but Rose rolls out of the way. She gets to her feet just as Axis does as well. He runs forward but Rose drops down, tripping him and sending him face first into the mat. As Axis gets up, Rose unleashes a series of kicks to his chest area. The crowd pops as Axis drops to his knees. Rose kicks him three times, then a fourth while the crowd counts along. Axis staggers on his knees as Rose bounces off the ropes, rushing forward and smashing into his face with a forearm shiver. She immediately drops down for the pinfall.~
1!
2!!
Kickout!!!
Smith: Here we go! Moonlight Rose is coming to life!
~Rose feeds off of the crowd’s energy as she gets up. She pushes Axis into the ropes and again tries to whip him across the ring. Axis is once again able to reverse the whip, sending rose into the ropes. He bends over for a back body drop, but Rose goes for a sunset flip powerbomb! The back of Axis’ head smacks the mat hard as Rose hangs on for the pin attempt.~
1!
2!!
Kickout!!!
~Axis thrusts his legs forward, sending Rose flying across the ring. The back of her head hits the top rope hard and she immediately grabs her neck from the whiplash. Axis gets up and walks over to Rose. He grabs her and slings her into the corner and begins unleashing a barrage of chops. He lifts Rose up onto the top turnbuckle and goes for a suplex, but Rose spins out and hits a tornado DDT from the middle rope! Both competitors are down as Gruff starts a ten count.~
Smith: Amazing back and forth action from both competitors and here we are, almost back to square one. It’s anyone’s game.
Hood: This match seems more of a story of who doesn’t want to lose more than who wants to win. Somebody’s going to have to step up and actually earn the victory here.
~Gruff counts to six before Axis stands up with Rose following a second later. They meet in the center of the ring as Rose forearms Axis in the face. He staggers, but hits her with a forearm of his own. Rose flies backwards into the corner. Axis follows her in, then whips her across the ring where she hits hard into the turnbuckle. He rushes toward her but Rose lifts her feet, then rolls down his back and rolls him up.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
NO!!! KICKOUT!!
~Axis rolls through and drop kicks Rose in the face. He picks her to her feet, wraps his right hand around her throat, and slams her to the mat with a chokeslam. He antagonizes the crowd as he steps out onto the ring apron and begins climbing the turnbuckle. He pauses at the top, then leaps off with a frog splash that connects perfectly with… the wrestling mat! Rose rolls out of the way, but capitalizes on the opportunity by hooking Axis and rolling through with an Oklahoma roll.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: Here is your winner… MOONLIGHT ROSE!!!!!
Smith: Wow! Rose did it! She looked like a veteran out there at times, none more so than at the end when she was able to capitalize on Axis’ big mistake off the top rope.
Hood: I honestly thought Axis had the match won. He clearly made a huge mistake giving Rose the opportunity he did to stay in this match. It was looking like he could have won before the match even began but kept letting her stick around.
Smith: Definitely some in-ring decisions he’ll likely be second guessing this evening.
~Moonlight Rose rolls out of the ring as Gruff follows to raise her hand as she holds her back with her other hand. She winces in pain as she backs her way up the entrance ramp. Axis sits in the ring on one knee looking pissed while holding his midsection.~
THADDEUS DUKE (2-0) VS BALD & DESMOND SAVAGE(Enhancement Talent)
Smith: We’re back here on Massacre!
Hood: And we didn’t come alone!
~ At the entrance way, BALD and Desmond Savage are begging off of Cyrus Braddock. The big man stalks them like prey as they back their way toward the ring. ~
Smith: It would appear that Cyrus Braddock has done his job and found an opponent for Thaddeus Duke!
Hood: Plural! They’re both entering the ring!
Smith: Do those two even still work here?
Hood: They might’ve been purged a while back but hey! If they’re in the building they’re fair game, right?
~ Leo steps from backstage, beaming from ear to ear like the scrawny little idiot that he is, to a ridiculously loud pop. ~
Leo: Victoria Strader wanted to rob you of your Lionheart!
~ New York City boo’s loudly. ~
Smith: I don’t know if that’s quite accurate!
Hood: It doesn’t matter.
Smith: We’re in the heart of Duke Nation tonight and there’s very little Strader love to be found!
~ Leo points to the ring to address BALD and Savage. ~
Leo: Look, I have it on the highest authority that you two will be paid incredibly well tonight so, while maybe you’re not prepared to face the Lion, this is probably the best payday you’ll ever receive because my man Thad is like… such a generous guy.
NYC Thad Faithful: Shut! Up! Le-o! clap clap clapclapclap
Leo: What!?
Hood: These fans are starting to get restless!
Leo: New York, I thought we were tight! Why you want me to shut up!?
NYC Thad Faithful: We! Want! Thad!
Leo: Want no more! Dudes and dudettes, lil dudes and lil dudettes… Introducing their opponent! From…
NYC Thad Faithful: NEW! THAD! CITYYYY!
Leo: You guys are better than me… weighing 2 hundred 17 pounds… YOUR LIONHEART! THADDEUS!
NYC Thad Faithful: DUUUUUKE!
~ Thad’s ‘Hart Attack’ theme plays for several seconds with no sign of the Lionheart, causing MSG to quiet considerably. ~
Smith: Where is he!?
~ A backstage camera pick him up backstage just as he’s making his way through the Checkers Position. Rocking the white leather ring jacket with the gold plated Lionheart logo on its back, he bursts through the entrance way to a huge ovation from the OCW faithful. ~
Hood: There he is!
Smith: I thought maybe you’d be less enthusiastic about having him near ringside after last week when he slapped you clear to Boston.
Hood: Well… okay, I might have deserved that one. Thad was just protecting his beautiful wife and the innocence of his son. I’ve recognised my error since then. One hell of a right hand though.
~ Old school overhead 90’s pyro bursts over the ring as Thad reaches ringside. He spends a few seconds slapping hands with ringside representatives of Duke Nation before climbing the steps. He stops at the top and looks over his shoulder, scanning the crowd with his eyes. After throwing up the ‘I love you’ hand sign, he steps through the ropes and removes his ring jacket before hanging it on the ring post. ~
Smith: It’s the Lionheart, Thaddeus Duke! It’s BALD and Desmond Savage! And it starts now on Massacre!
~ The referee gives some last minute instructions to the three men before signaling for the bell. BALD steps to the outside as Savage and Duke circle each other. The two tie it up in the center of the ring and after a short few seconds, Savage powers Thad back into the corner. ~
Hood: Desmond Savage certainly has the strength advantage as he backs Thad up!
Smith: Say what you want about Thaddeus Duke. He’s a six year veteran, he’s the son of a wrestling legend and the nephew of another. This business runs through his veins and it’ll take a lot more than brute power to beat him.
~ Trapped in the corner, the official steps in to ask for a clean break. Thad and Savage oblige the instruction and Savage backs up a step before Thad sends an open hand slap across the muscled up freaks face. Enraged, Savage throws a right hand, Thad ducks. He throws a left, Thad ducks to a pop before sending both fists successively into Desmond’s midsection, creating a little separation. Duke jacks his jaw with a right fist that sends Desmond reeling away. ~
Smith: Tag, and now its BALD entering to face Thaddeus Duke!
Hood: Thaddeus Duke was supposed to have a much better match tonight, but you know how that goes sometimes with all those Thad haters backstage.
Smith: He really hasn’t done much to endear himself to them.
Hood: Nor they him.
~ Duke and BALD tie it up in the center of the ring and jockey for position before BALD backs him into the corner. The official steps in again asking for a clean break and receives it. BALD takes a step back before jamming a thumb into the eye of the Lionheart inciting boos from the capacity crowd. Thad reels away from the corner as BALD sticks with him. Forcing him against the ropes, BALD whips him across to the far side. Thad though reverses. BALD bounces off the ropes and on the rebound, Duke doubles himself over, only to receive a stiff kick to the chest. Again, BALD runs to the ropes. On this rebound, Thad surprises him with a bone jarring slam into the mat. ~
Smith: Double A spinebuster!
Hood: Crisp, clean and with authority!
Smith: Thad with the cover!
1!
2!
Smith: Save by Desmond Savage!
~ Thad rolls off of BALD but Desmond is there to grab himself a handful of the lion’s mane. Pulling him to his feet, Savage sends him into the corner. Not wanting to waste time against the young veteran, Desmond helps BALD to his feet and sends his own partner into the same corner with Thad. Duke though, gets his foot up and sends BALD reeling away. Savage rushes in and Thad side steps him causing Desmond to crash chest first into the turnbuckles. ~
Smith: Thaddeus Duke, now starting to roll here at MSG!
Hood: One on one, two on one, it doesn’t matter. Thad is too good to go down to these losers!
~ Quickly, Thad tosses Savage out through the ropes and to the floor leaving him back in a one on one situation with BALD. Zeroing in on his target, Thad traps him in a waist lock and sends him to the mat with a release German. Back to his feet, Thad lifts BALD to his knees before slamming himself on the mat while locking in the hell’s Gate submission! ~
Smith: End Game!
Hood: He’s got it locked in tight Smith!
Smith: BALD has nowhere to go and quickly taps out!
Hood: Winner, winner, Sahara for dinner, it’s Thad Duke!
Smith: He’s gonna study this tape, you know?
Hood: …
Hood: Shit.
~ Thaddeus celebrates in the ring with the masses firmly behind him. Desmond Savage has other ideas as he sneaks into the ring behind Thad’s back. Getting to his feet, he charges toward the Lionheart only to get intercepted by Cyrus Braddock and his size 16 boot. Cyrus looks at Thad, Thad nods. Braddock lifts Savage and plants him in the center of the ring with a power bomb. ~
Hood: A little bit of the Lion’s Justice from Cyrus Braddock to Desmond Savage!
~ The shot cuts to the locker rooms in the back where we see Corey Smith with Harmon Egan. We seem to have caught Corey mid thought as Harmon listens in. ~
Corey: ….now your ground game is superb, but…
BUT WHAT?!
~ A voice calls out, drawing both Harmon and Corey's attention. The shot pans back to reveal Thunder Knuckles and The Nickleman sauntering into frame. ~
Thunder Knuckles: Well if it isn't Corey fuckin Smith.
The Nickleman: I'm thinking you took a wrong turn at Albuquerque, because the XWF is back that away!
~ Corey smiles a bit. ~
Corey: Boys, boys, boys. I could smell ya coming a mile away. To what do I owe this pleasure?
~ TK and The Nickleman both step up side by side with Harmon. ~
The Nickleman: You know damn well what this is about. You inserting your twink self in Brotherhood business.
Corey: Well, you would be the authority on “twinks” and “inserting.”
Thunder Knuckles: Nope, none of that! We’re not doing that cheeky repartee bullshit! We’re just telling you to back the fuck off because Harmon doesn’t need you. He has US!
The Nickleman: Brothers!
~ The Nickleman claps Harmon on the chest. ~
Corey: Ohhhh kaaaay, but Harmon WANTS me as his manager.
The Nickleman: And we’re saying HE DOESN’T NEED YOU.
Corey: Well, why don’t we ask Harmon what HE wants then?
~ They all turn to look at Harmon expectantly. Harmon pulls out his notepad and quickly jots down “Can’t I have both?” Thunder Knuckles claps his hands together victoriously. ~
Thunder Knuckles: See that twinkle toes? He said he wants BOTH OF US. IE: Me and The Nickleman!
~ Harmon rolls his eyes and starts writing again, unbeknownst to all parties. ~
Corey: Oh come on! That is obviously not what he meant!
The Nickleman: It absolutely is! And if you wanna keep pressing the issue Corey, I’ll remind you that are two of us and one of you!
Thunder Knuckles: We’ll see how far your karate shit gets you when we’re both kicking your asshole inside out.
~ Just as it looks like they’re about to come to blows, Harmon holds his arms out and gets between them. He holds up another note that says, “I want Corey as my manager AND I want to be in The Brotherhood of Bastards.” They all look at the note, and then at each other, and then back at Harmon. ~
The Nickleman: Are you sure about that Harmon? Because you don’t know this little shitbird like we do.
Thunder Knuckles: If you think you’re getting access to the lounge, Corey, you got another thing coming!
Corey: Well boys, it seems Harmon has made himself crystal clear. There’s no issue here. Right?
~ Harmon nods, but doesn’t do so very confidently. ~
~ Both members of B.O.B. size Corey up before replying. ~
The Nickleman: Fine, Corey. But stay the hell out of our lane.
~ The Nickleman stabs his finger at Corey for emphasis before he and Thunder Knuckles both begrudgingly turn away. Corey just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders as Harmon looks anxious and the scene cuts away. ~
~The scene cuts backstage where Cheasy M is standing next to PIC. PIC’s face still shows signs of the beating he took at the hands of the Brotherhood of Bastards last week but his expression is as intense as we’ve seen it in a while.~
Cheasy M: I’m here with OCW world champion, PIC trying to get a few last minute thoughts prior to the main event. PIC, how ya feeling in your first title defense?
PIC: Cheasy, how does it look like I’m feeling? Last week on Massacre the Brotherhood of Bastards came to the ring and smashed a barbed wire bat into my back and face. I’ve spent the better part of the week receiving treatment just to get a doctor to clear me for tonight, but thankfully that’s exactly what I was able to accomplish. So yeah, I may not look 100%, but I’m here and I’m going to give Mike Mason everything I’ve got, and as soon as I’m through beating him from pillar to post, I’m setting my sights squarely on Thunder Knuckles and his crew at Rumble in the Bronx.
Cheasy M: Speaking of that, how are you feeling now that The Lost Soul has signed on to be your partner at the pay per view?
PIC: This isn’t the time or place for that. Tonight is about Mike Mason and my first title defense.
Cheasy M: Fair enough. Mason had a lot of things to say about you this week. In fact, he went as far to say you were, and I quote, “pretending to be a champion, pretending to be a badass, and pretending to be a father.” He later went on to say that you’re untested and undeserving of the title, alluding to your lack of success in other promotions. Your thoughts?
PIC: My thoughts are pretty simple. Mike Mason is a blowhard. He’s big on using his words to try to get a rise out of his opponents, but he’s never faced someone as laser focused as me. Mason obviously didn’t do his homework, because if he did he’d have seen a list of accomplishments most in this industry only dream of. He’s never beaten anyone of my caliber, ever. In fact, his big wins in OCW are against people I’ve already defeated. This is a guy that used that mouth of his to secure his title opportunity while I was out winning match after match before going on to win the Margarita Mix. So Mason can say whatever the hell he wants. He can have his puppet, Victoria Strader back him up but it doesn’t matter to me. I know the truth, I know that the Mecca of Mediocrity is all bark and no bite. But the time for talking is over. It’s time to put up or shut up, and for Mike Mason… he’s about to be shut up once and for all. That you can count on… that is a promise!
~ We open in the office of Victoria Strader, who appears to be on a conference call. She is nodding away, and the camera picks up her next words. ~
Victoria Strader: I mean, if it’s going to make him feel emasculated, of course, he can make his own matches. I just didn’t think a man of his stature and reputation as a “Lion” would get bent out of shape about not getting a match. It’s not a great look with the majority owner slandering the Board appointed Commissioner with a member of the roster. A number of talent in the back have given me their support. Besides, he didn’t ask to be booked; he demanded Baumer, which she didn’t answer when I tried to contact her to ask if she wanted to accept. I’m not gonna feed her to the wolves and wreck her confidence just so he can have some power over his wife, who’s sleeping with Cass. He’s a man-child.
Board Member: I didn’t need to know that but thank you for clarifying! You have our support as well. We appreciate the great work you have been doing. The hours streamed on the O Network have tripled since you took control, the locker room is getting bigger, and something we don’t like admitting, but we are one of the most pirated promotions through subreddit streaming links.
Victoria Strader: He couldn’t even take a joke about what some have been calling the Pay-Per-View. I am sure he’ll say none of this is true.
Board Member: Let him. You answer to us, and as big of a pain in our ass as Mike Zybala is when we inherited him as a minority owner, he has faith in you and that matters more than you think. Good luck next weekend with the Rumble in the Bronx. Selling out as fast as it did is a very good sign. We also received your proposal for the New Year’s Eve show. Very bold to move away from Death March with a fresh idea. It’s approved, and you are free to announce it whenever you want. Keep up the excellent work, Victoria. Do not worry what anyone else says; you have our unwavering support.
~ Victoria looks to the camera and smiles, noting it’s here for her announcements. ~
Victoria Strader: Thank you. Talk soon.
~ Victoria ends the conference call. Her little gray kitty hops up on her desk and sits like an Egyptian cat would for a Pharaoh. She strokes the kitty behind its ears with her long pink fingernails. ~
Victoria Strader: I hope you have all enjoyed the go-home show so far, and before our No DQ OCW Championship Main Event, I promised to reveal the third and fourth starters for the Rumble in the Bronx!!!!
~ The OCW Faithful pop for the incoming announcement. ~
Victoria Strader: The third entrant of the Rumble is OCW upstart…. TEARRA SKYE!!!!!!!!
~ Another loud pop for the rookie sensation. Victoria continues to scratch behind the kitty’s ears as it purrs and tilts her head back into her nails. ~
Victoria Strader: And the fourth person to start is an OCW legacy in that her dad was a part of OCW’s past… JACK SULLIVAN!
~ The OCW Faithful are pumped at the revelations and let Victoria know it with cheers. ~
Victoria Strader: So after the Tag Team, Craze and Paradigm Championship matches, the star match of the night, The Rumble, will start off with Thaddeus Duke, Matthew Knox, Tearra Skye and Jack Sullivan. Every five minutes after, another OCW or outside star will enter the match. Now I have taken enough of your time away, and unlike some people, I don’t need to hear the sound of my voice; enjoy the OCW Championship Main Event!!!
~ The OCWtron turns back to the newer OCW logo. The camera pans around the sold-out Madison Square Garden to Smith and Hood. ~
Smith: Wow, Hood! That’s quite the way to start The Rumble!
Hood: The owner, the Commissioner’s father, the ex-junkie and the Sullivan spawn. Yeah, hate to say it, but The Commissioner has done well with what she was handed, and it’s growing bigger.
Smith: That’s it, Hood. The roster is growing, and who knows, depending on who the top five are at the end of the night, we could possibly have up to five new people in OCW to collect on the title shots five will earn this Sunday!
Hood: Let’s just get on with the main event already; it worries me to agree so much with you.
Smith: I am right 87.2% of the time, Hood. You just happen to be the other 12.8%.
Hood: Whatever. Dick.
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Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for the main event of the evening and it is for the OCW Championship in a No DQ match up! Introduc- - -
~ Belvedere is interrupted by the OCWTron lighting up with Marvellous Mike Mason as he throws the OCW Champion, PIC, right into the Souvenir program stand, and magazines go sprawling about along with PIC title belt around his waist. He stands quickly, and turns and sees something we can’t. Grabbing a handful of OCW Protein bars, he turns with a grin towards Mason who balks and turns away, heading into the entrance of the 110-111 section and out towards the ring. PIC pouts at a missed historic opportunity and drops the bars, following Mason. ~
Smith: Belvedere is getting out of the ring. No point in announcing.
~ And on the other side, the main cameras in Madison Square Garden pick up Mason coming down the steps between the cheering and screaming fans, as PIC appears above, and makes his way down as well. ~
Smith: And here they come!
Hood: Not at all surprised they started out in the common area!
Smith: No love lost between these two men, not after their words to one
~ Mason hops the barricade and slides into the ring and PIC is not far behind. He stares at Mason in the ring, who has gotten to his feet and invites PIC in, unbothered. PIC obliges. ~
~ DING DING DING ~
Smith: Brian, this promises to be a very technical bout between these two.
Hood: Both returning after a fairly lengthy absence.
~ Collar and elbow lock up center ring. PIC with a wristlock into a hammerlock, but Mason quickly reverses into a wristlock and hammerlock of his own. PIC with a quick dart and a duck is beside Mason, lifting him up. Mason flips over onto his feet, side headlock onto PIC. PIC with a rapid-fire elbow thrust breaks the side headlock, both men back off staring daggers at each other. ~
Smith: Neither man able to get an advantage beyond one single move in that exchange.
Hood: PIC is probably playing with Mason, you know that whole false sense of security and shit.
~ Collar and elbow lockup, OCW Champion powers through with a knee to the midsection and a subsequent swinging neckbreaker, that Mason counters into a hammerlock. PIC waits for a moment as Mason take’s the opportunity to pound a few fists into PIC's ribs and taunt him with a few words about his :lack of delts”. PIC grunts and ducks out of the hammerlock. PIC knees Mason back in the gut, bringing him down with a single arm DDT! ~
Smith: What a counter!
Hood: Lucky move.
~ PIC drops a knee onto the exposed neck of Mason before dropping an elbow on the neck as well. PIC pulls Mason's head up just enough to slip his arm in there to apply a side headlock. Mason shoves up, but PIC quickly wrenches on the side headlock, working over the neck with expert precision; Mason falls back to the canvas for a moment. PIC is now the one taunting Mason as it becomes obvious that this match is going to be one of one upping another between these two very good wrestlers. ~
Smith: PIC working over the neck, evidently following a game plan of sorts.
Hood: Sultan of Swole shouldn’t be dismissed for his views! He’s very good at what he does and will be a fine President in 2024!
~ Mason gets a knee under him to begin shoving up to his feet. PIC wrenches the neck and head more but Mason is fighting through the pain to get up to his feet. Mason with an elbow to PIC's ribs, but the hold isn't loosened. Mason with a second elbow and follows it up with a quick third and fourth elbow; PIC releases the side headlock. ~
Hood: See, what did I tell you?
~ Mason with an Irish whip sends PIC into the ropes, PIC bounces back off the ropes. Mason Mason with a hip toss sends PIC down hard onto his back. Mason off the ropes, leaping double foot stomp onto the lower portion of the champion’s back, causing him to grunt out in pain. Mason digs a knee into the back for good measure before dropping a perfectly placed elbow into the same spot as well. Mason begins to taunt PIC some more with words that are far from encouragement. PIC rolls over, but Mason with a kick to his face stops any offense that PIC might have had on his mind. Mason pulls Steve Wilson up to a vertical base, thanks to a hand full of hair, where he applies an abdominal stretch. PIC counters lifting Mason up to slam him down on his neck! OCW Champion falls into the ropes gasping for a second before turning around. ~
Smith: What a counter from PIC there!
Hood: I almost can't believe it either!
~ PIC rolls Mason over, dropping an elbow onto the neck as well. PIC with a few questions about his wrestling ability now pulls Mason slowly up to his feet all the while throwing a few body shots in. Knife edge chop backs Mason up, but Mason not to be outdone stings a chop right back to PIC. OCW Champion with a second stinging chop, but Mason fires a stinging chop right back to the chest of Steve Wilson. PIC with a palm strike rocks Mason's head back, and the stinging chop backs him up a step further. PIC with a second and third palm strike has Mason in the ropes. ~
Smith: OCW Champion is on a roll here!
Hood: You just wait, Mason will counter something here in just a second.
~ OCW Champion with an Irish whip. Mason counters! ~
Hood: Boom goes the dynamite...
~ PIC bounces off the ropes right into a hip toss from Mason. PIC slams down hard onto his back where Mason Mason quickly rolls him over and begins to place knee shots into the lower part of his back. Mason leaps into the air, double knee drop onto the lower portion of PIC's back before Mason drops a series of elbows onto the same exact spot doing his best to maximize the amount of damage. Mason yells something to Champion, but the microphones can't pick it up, but if the expression on Mason's face is any indication it is a good thing they didn't pick it up. ~
Smith: I can't believe he said that!
Hood: Said what?
Smith: I'm not repeating it.
~ Mason jumps up into the air, double foot stomp and now the OCW Champion is writhing in pain on the canvas. Mason rolls him over, lifting his leg, completing a rolling single leg crab! ~
Hood: Rolling single leg crab!
Smith: Doesn't look good for PIC here.
Hood: Mason taking the ankle into an anklelock!
Smith: PIC is in definite trouble here now!
~ PIC looks up to see the ropes oh so far away as he is center ring. PIC lowers his head and begins the crawl as Mason leans back in the hold to maximize the amount of damage and pain. Scruff crawls along with the OCW Champion inquiring if he wants to quit. PIC shakes his head no that he doesn't want to quit as he digs his elbows in a bit more to crawl another inch towards the ropes. Mason leans over even further, tipping the edge of balance in order to cause more torque on the OCW Champion's ankle. PIC reaches out for the ropes, but is just about a foot too far away from grabbing the bottom one. ~
Hood: Break him Mason!
Smith: PIC near the ropes, will he get...
~ Mason pulls PIC away from the ropes just as his fingers grab the bottom rope for the legal break. Mason sits back, but PIC shoves him hard with his legs sending Mason's face crashing into the top turnbuckle. Mason falls back stumbling as he tries to catch his balance. PIC is up onto his feet, wrapping Mason's arm around his own neck lifting him back and driving Mason onto his head with a suplex! ~
Smith: Vicious Suplex to the head!
~ The OCW Faithful explodes with cheers at the resiliency of OCW Champion here as he falls to his knees winded and exhausted. PIC holds at his lower back, trying to find the strength to get back up and fight some more. PIC pulls himself up to his feet, dropping a knee down onto Mason's neck. PIC lifts Mason into a seated position, locking on a three-quarter Nelson. Mason tries to break the hold, but the OCW Champion has it firmly locked into place. ~
Smith: PIC with a three-quarter Nelson.
Hood: That hold should be illegal!
~ Mason gets his feet under him, shoving himself up to a vertical base. PIC fires a knee into Mason's ribs causing Mason to double over towards his left side. Wilson drops the three-quarter Nelson lifting Mason up, dropping him throat first across his bent knee. ~
Smith: PIC trying to turn the match into his favour with that move.
Hood: Mason isn't out of it yet Smith!
~ Mason clutches at his throat as PIC makes the cover; Swindell slides right into perfect position. ~
1!
2!!
SHOULDER UP!
~ Mason able to get his shoulder up to break the pin. ~
Hood: The Natty Daddy showing his strength there and his endurance as well.
~ PIC pulls Mason up to a kneeling position, but Mason slams a punch into PIC's thigh getting the upper-hand for the moment. PIC doubles over holding at his thigh. Mason shoves himself up and slams his uppercut right into PIC's chin rocking the OCW Champion backwards on his heels. Mason, using the momentum, swings around with a kick to PIC's back. ~
Hood: What a series of shots from "Marvellous” Mike Mason!
Smith: Vicious strikes from Mason here.
Hood: Now a spinning knee shot to PIC's temple!!
~ Mason is in the ropes quickly springing down onto the OCW Champion with a double knee drop onto PIC's lower back, continuing to work on that particular spot. ~
Hood: Mason working on that lower back for a possible submission victory. That would be humiliating for PIC!
~ Mason drops an elbow onto the spot before deciding that PIC is ready for a sharpshooter. Mason has the ankles and leans over to begin the application of the submission move. PIC shoves him backwards. Mason slams back first into the corner but PIC is shoving himself up to meet Mason. Belly to belly sends Mason slamming down onto his neck. PIC rolls through onto his feet quickly picking Mason up, brainbuster! ~
Smith: Steve Wilson with a brainbuster, may have just scrambled Mason's brains!
Hood: PIC is leaving the ring and is finally grabbing some weapons!
Smith: Well, Victoria did make it a no DQ match! PIC is back in the ring and Mason is up!
Hood: Chairs, Kendo sticks, where’s the sledgehammer? Oh my!
~ Mason swipes up the kendo stick as PIC retrieves the steel chair and they circle each other, they bore holes into each other’s souls. Mason with the desire to put down PIC for not respecting him and PIC in return to defend what nearly killed him a month earlier. Both have driving forces to overcome the other, and step in simultaneously to finish the job. PIC swings the chair and Mason ducks and swishes the kendo stick against PIC’s side. PIC drops the chair and Mason goes all Masochistic over PIC with the stick, striking in quick succession. PIC catches the stick on the fifth strike, and pulls hard bringing Mason in to meet a hard clothesline from PIC. Grabbing the chair, PIC then returns the favour with repeating strikes to Mason’s back, leaving welts all along his large framed back. PIC drops the chair and pulls Mason up and tries for a piledriver on the chair but Mason flips him up and over, and PIC crashes to the canvas. ~
Smith: They are gonna kill each other.
Hood: It’s a kill or be killed mentality driving them!
Smith: You are good at saying what I just said.
~ Mason stomps on PIC who crawls to the ropes and tries to heave himself up but Mason swiftly kicks him between the legs and PIC turns a shade of ghostly white as his eyes widen and he looks ready to puke. Mason whips PIC across the ring and drops into a stance as PIC hits the ropes and comes back and gets clotheslined from hell dead center of the ring! ~
Hood: Oh that’s brutal!
~ Scruff drops to count. ~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Smith: That was close!
Hood: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades!
~ There’s tremendous testicular pain in PIC as Mason pulls him up by his long hair, and as he lifts PIC to his feet, intent on dishing more punishment, PIC’s eyes snap open and he jumps back two feet and strikes out with a huge superkick! The OCW Faithful pops as he pins Mason, the superkick doing himself damage from the ankle lock earlier! ~
1!
2!!
3NOOOOOOO
KICKOUT!
Hood: That was way to close!
Smith: PIC wants to stay champion.
~ Inspired, or desperate, take your pick, both men grab the ropes and pull themselves up by the count of nine and three quarters… but with no help of magic in sight… and Scruff waves off the bell and calls for the fight to continue. Mason lays in the corner, face against the turnbuckle and PIC limps out, swallowing hard and grabs the table. He flips it over, pulls the legs out and sets it up. He glares over across the ring at Mason and moves around the table towards him. His back still turned, PIC instead backs to the other corner, measures Mason and rushes in with a corner splash! ~
SPLASH!
~ PIC connects. Mason falls back to the canvas and PIC pulls himself up the corner to the top rope. ~
Smith: High risk!
~ Measuring again, PIC soars with an elbow drop… and misses! Mason rolled just in time and PIC connects with canvas. A sharp cry of pain and the Pimp in Charge is holding his elbow. Scruff is down to check. ~
Hood: Mason! The douche is injured! Your chance man!
Smith: Why are you like that?
Hood: Why? Your mom gives really good head.
~ PIC is holding his elbow tenderly as Scruff looks it over, but Mason isn’t having anything of it. He pushes Scruff away and grabs PIC by his hurt arm. He wrenches it and PIC cries out again, starts pulling hard at it over and over. PIC kicks and swipes at Mason who avoids him and rips at his arm more and more. ~
Smith: He’s trying to rip PIC’s arm clean off!
~ Desperate, PIC pulls on the ropes and grabs tight and turns just enough to kick out at Mason who let’s go of his arm. PIC huffs at Mason in anger and the champ comes in, but PIC stomps his foot and then hits a knife edge chop. ~
OCW Faithful: WOOOOO!
~ Another chop! ~
OCW Faithful: WOOOOO!
~ And then another kick to the groin out of nowhere. ~
OCW Faithful: WHOOOAH!
~ Mason bends forward and PIC locks him up, good and bad arm both and painfully delivers a full on pedigree type pile driver, sending Mason down into the canvas face first. PIC rolls him over, but can’t really hook the legs easily as his bad arm is closest to the feet. ~
1!
2!!
3NO! Shoulder up!
Smith: No! So close.
Hood: PIC’s in such pain, if he doesn’t put the bigger man away now, it’s going to be his end.
Smith: Mason’s in no better condition, really... He got an advantage from the damage to PIC’s lower half but his body is showing as much wear and tear otherwise… I’ve no doubt these two men will need time off following tonight’s event. But they won’t, cause... go on, Hood. Say it.
Hood: CLASSIC OCW, BABY!
~ Both men struggle to their knees against each other, and push off… a strike by Mason reels PIC, a strike in return reels Mason… if points were to be scored they’d be so close, so even... save for the damage to PIC’s ankle… and he seeks to rectify this intently. They climb to their feet, using each other for balance... PIC suddenly jabs at Mason’s knee with his foot... Mason cries out and drops again. PIC finds the chair, his intent dawning on the OCW Faithful and he unfolds the chair enough to pull Mason’s leg between the frame of the chair and the back. He throws the chair down, hard and Mason looks panicked... he knows the retribution in PIC’s eyes and that they are bare of any mercy. PIC stomps on the chair! ~
STOMP!
OCW Faithful: GASP!
~ Mason yells out… PIC stomps again… SMACK! CRACK! WHACK!... and with that, Mason’s leg is hurting like a son of a bitch. The pain he feels in his knee and leg is enough to slow the big man down. Mason pulls himself away, and PIC watches him push the chair off and limp up to the corner. PIC grins… not putting too much weight on his right leg and ankle, while Mason’s left leg can’t support the weight of the incredibly muscular frame… PIC grabs the kendo stick and hefts it and comes in at Mason, but Mason is not out yet… he may need the ropes for support at first but he leans into the attack and literally body plows into PIC and sends him sprawling. PIC blinks surprised and gets up but Mason is there, limping and all and shoulder tackles PIC against the ropes, sending body blows one after the other into PIC’s upper chest and stomach. PIC wraps arm around Mason’s head and headlocks Mason tightly and wrenches his ears in the process. Mason pushes PIC off who bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline from Mason and comes off the other side and clips Mason’s bad knee with a shoulder tackle of his own and the big man crumbles. PIC stumbles to the corner and wait for Mason to rise and as he does, PIC crouches into a three-point stance, waits for the right second and rushes in nailing a European Uppercut into a reverse cutter! ~
1!
2!!
3NO! Shoulder up!
Hood: Mason is a beast.
Smith: I would say PIC is as well.
~ PIC shakes his head, rises, but somehow Mason is up faster than he expected and Mason with a MARVELLOUS PLEX (Dragon Suplex). ~
1!
2!!
3KICKOUT!!!!!
Smith: HOW!? How is PIC escaping!?
Hood: Steroids.
Smith: I don’t even know what to say to that other than... wrong guy.
~ Mason’s pissed now... he pulls PIC up by his hair again, and even on his bad leg, suplexes PIC! Mason walks around grabbing a table from under the ring. He slides it in and quickly sets it up as PIC stirs but Mason is on bringing a massive fist directly down on top of PICs head. Mason pulls PIC’s nearly lifeless body up and throws it right on the table. He looks at the corner, with a gleam in his eye. ~
Smith: Uh oh...
~ Mason grabs the corner ropes and heaves himself up… and slips his leg slowing him down.
Hood: He’s taking too much time!
~ Mason gets past the second rope towards the top... he looks to get himself turned towards PIC, who is still out on the table. ~
Smith: I don’t think I can watch this!
Hood: I can! This is great! Kill him!
~ Mason, almost ready to pounce, second guesses his stance and tries to find a more solid perch… as he does, PIC blinks, sees his predicament and rolls from the table and into the corner. Mason stares down in disbelief as PIC climbs up, and punches Mason… they trade more punches, the main course of the match as it were, as PIC gets up there with Mason... and at his level, jaw jacks Mason and disorients him for a moment. PIC then… as the fans stare on in disbelief... hooks Mason up for a superplex. ~
Hood: No way! He can’t do that!
~ Wrenching Mason with all his might with his good arm, his bad arm around Mason’s head... PIC rears back… and sends both himself and Mason down and through the table with a tremendous crash and crunch of wood and steel!
OCW Faithful: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Smith: After all the carnage, now they say that?
~ Scruff races over, surveying the damage and debris and finds PIC turned on his side, arm draped over Marvellous Mike Mason so he drops and counts. ~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Smith: It’s over, finally!