OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! November 7th 2022
FROM: OCW Arena
Key West, Florida

~ The Massacre Intro video starts to play as “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns’N’Roses plays in the background as 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, 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.~

I HAVE A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT 4 THAD ; )
SHOW ME YOUR TITS THUNDER KNUCKLES
BIFF I HAVE A THEME SONG FOR YA “A FRIDGE TO FAR”
CANNIBAL POT PIES: HUNGRY BAUMER?
WHERE IS DA HOOTER
OCW THE GAME 2023
SAHARA HAS SMELLY SLEEP FARTS

~ The OCWtron lights up and we are backstage with THE COMMISSIONER and KNUX the head of security. Victoria doesn’t look very pleased but if Tamika was the nice one that probably means she is bitchy one. ~

Victoria Strader: So you mean Veronica almost go in here earlier?

KNUX: Ma’am, we made sure she didn’t but you should know she was yelling about Outcast and saying you did it.

~ Victoria scoffs and shakes her head. ~

Victoria Strader: Main thing is she didn’t. We will be at Nassau Coliseum next Monday anyway as we approach Rumble in the Bronx, and that won’t be too much of a worry as she doesn’t know that arena like here at the OCW Arena. Let me know if she tries again.

~ KNUX nods as Victoria walks off the screen of the OCWtron. ~

~ The OCWtron lights up and it’s backstage in the locker room area. The faithful give a pop as they see Tearra Skye lacing up her boots and Nikki Walker standing by. ~

Nikki Walker: Nerveux?

Tearra Skye: No, not at all. More concerned that I am rusty.

Nikki Walker: You’ve trained hard.

~ Nikki flexes and imitates a grunt with a wink and Tearra laughs. ~

Tearra Skye: I know, Froggy really worked me over the last couple weeks. I just don’t want to end up on one of those social media accounts showing all the bad botches!

~ Nikki nods while taking a seat beside Skye. ~

Nikki Walker: Vous n'êtes pas un hors-la-loi de la boue.

Tearra Skye: No, you are right. I’m not some outlaw mud show wrestler. Merci, Nikki.

~ The young friends embrace for a moment. Tearra pulls back with a smile. ~

Nikki Walker: What’s with the…

~ Nikki gestures to her smile. ~

Tearra Skye: With you by my side, it’s only up from here!

Nikki Walker: God, you are so sentimental!

~ The Skye-Walkers head out of their locker room door. ~

TEARRA SKYE (1-0) VS CASS BAUMER (1-3)

~ ‘Give It Away’ starts to play throughout the arena with the lights flashing in a range of neon colours. ~

Belvedere: Introducing next…

Belvedere: hailing from Pierrefonds, Québec weighing in at 135lbs... accompanied by her tag team partner and manager Nikki Walker… she is… TEARRA SKYE!!!!

~ Tearra sprints to the ring, jumps to the apron and flips over the top rope, thrusting her fists in the air as she rises up while Nikki takes position in the far corner on the floor. ~

Smith: Heya Folks! I’m Smith and always I have this assshole beside me, Hood! We are starting off tonight HOT heading right into our first match!

Hood: Oh yeah!!!!! We get to see some Tearra Skye in action!

Smith: I watched her match against Dylan Thomas on the OCW network, and she was quite impressive. It’s great I get to be here for the return!

~ As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age blast through the crackling arena speakers, the OCW Faithful 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: Hailing from Karori, Wellington, New Zealand weighing in at 141lbs... 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 OCW Faithful 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 OCW Faithful's visceral reaction with a guttural shout of her own! Then, she dismounts. ~

Smith: Another return in Cass Baumer who was fired after The Margarita Mix where she floundered.

Hood: Yeah, well, it was Dane Preston.

Smith: Be that as it may, The Commissioner has decided to give her a shot. What we have seen from Victoria Strader already, Baumer best not let the boss down. Not talking wins and losses but promoting the company, which is what the Boss Lady expects from everyone on the roster.

Hood: She wants them to be all PROUD and STRONG, Smith. We’ll see it if that happens!

~ DING DING DING ~

~ Baumer is the first to wander to the center of the ring, keeping her body low. Tearra follows suit, standing up, in a more confidant stance. Both women finally meet in the center and test each other with a collar elbow tie up. Baumer quickly maneuvers herself out of it and grabs a hold of Tearra’s left arm, working it with an arm wrench. Tearra rolls forward to get out of the hold and tries to take Baumer to the canvas with an arm wrench of her own. However, on the way down, Baumer rolls forward, doing a slight head stand before landing on her feet and reapplying her original arm wrench. Baumer slips behind Tearra, turning the arm wrench into a hammerlock. Tearra struggles for a second to get out of the hold, before she finally drops down and hits a drop toe hold on Baumer, taking her to the mat. Tearra hovers over the body of Baumer and attempts to lock in a grounded headlock, but Baumer rolls to the side. She grabs a hold of Tearra’s left arm and rolls yet again, wrenching Tearra’s arm and making her collapse to the mat. Baumer applies another hammerlock on the grounded Tearra, she then raises her left knee high and brings it down upon Tearra’s arm. Quickly, Baumer brings down yet another knee. Baumer leans down, applying more pressure on the hold, but Tearra eases the pressure by raising herself on her knees. Baumer gets to her feet, letting Tearra get to a vertical base, only to bring her back down with a headlock takeover. Tearra quickly applies a head scissors as a counter, Baumer rolls out of it back to her feet, and Tearra soon after. Tearra applies a headlock take down, taking Baumer to the mat. This time Baumer counters by applying a head scissors. Tearra kips up to get out of the hold before both women get back to their feet.

Smith: Baumer and Tearra start out working over the mat and each other’s arms.

Hood: Cass seeming to have the advantage in the technical opening actually but Baumer has been at this longer than Skye.

~ Both women catch their breaths as the OCW Faithful cheers the wrestling clinic. Soon a double chant starts to echo throughout the arena. ~

OCW FAITHFUL: LET’S GO TE-ARR-A! LET’S GO BAUM-ER!

~ Both women take time to pander to the OCW Faithful to try and get a louder following than the other. The results are dead even as both women begin to orbit each other before meeting once more in a collar elbow tie up. Tearra slips behind Baumer and applies a waist lock. Baumer hands shoot down to the left wrist of Tearra as she tries to loosen the hold. In which she succeeds, taking a hold of Tearra’s arm and slips behind her applying another hammerlock. Tearra raises her free arm and wraps it around Baumer’ neck. Tearra jumps up causes them both to hit the mat rolling. Baumer bounces off the southern ropes and charges toward Tearra, who drops to the mat. Baumer rebounds off the opposite ropes only to have Tearra jump over her. Tearra charges to Baumer, who also jumps right over her. Tearra wheels around and kicks Baumer in the gut and then whips her into the southwest turnbuckle. But before Baumer could collide with the corner, she grabs top rope and floats right over the charging Tearra. Tearra Skye wheels around to try and get back on the offensive, but meets the left knee of Baumer in the gut. Tearra doubles over and gets struck by an elbow to the face. Tearra staggers and uses the ropes to support herself. Baumer whips Tearra into the opposite ropes and on the rebound, lifts her up for a sidewalk slam. Tearra however, uses Baumer arm as a bar to flip out of it landing back upon her feet. Baumer wheels around hitting a DISCUS LARIA-TEARRA DUCKS! Baumer nearly lost balance from missing her target, but catches herself on the ropes. Tearra smirks and nails Baumer with a LARIAT SENDING HER OVER THE ROPES!!!!! ~

Smith: What a nice lariat and it sent Baumer packing over the ropes in a crash.

Hood: Nikki looks to be quite pleased with her buddy!

~ Baumer lays dazed on the floor as Gruff stands at the end of the ring, starts the count. Tearra shuffled across the ring in a cocky fashion, feeling pretty good about herself as she talks to Nikki on the game plan. ~

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3!!!

~ Baumer finally manages to get her bearings back together and pulls herself back to her feet. At the count of Four, Baumer slides in under the bottom rope, only to back out of the ring to avoid a stomp from Tearra. Baumer tapped the side of her temple, telling Tearra she telegraphed that. Tearra backs up to the center of the ring, as Gruff restarts the count. ~

Smith: Tearra misses out of the stomp, as Baumer out smarts Skye here in the early goings. Veteran advantage over the hot rookie!

Hood: I wouldn’t kick her out of bed.

1!

~ Baumer finally slides back into the ring and jumps to her feet. Baumer raises her right arm, trying to initiate a knuckle tie up with Tearra. Skye, however has a different idea! Tearra lands a kick on Baumer’s gut and then whips her into the ropes. Upon the rebound, Tearra catches Baumer in an arm drag, taking her to the mat. Tearra follows through the arm drag, applying an arm bar. Baumer attempts to kip up and roll through, but Tearra managed to shift her weight to make Baumer roll right back into the arm bar. Baumer attempts another roll through, yet meets the same result as last time. Baumer tries for a third time and this time rolls Tearra’s shoulders onto the mat. ~

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Hood: These two definitely studied their opponent!

~ Tearra goes into a head stand to break the pin. Baumer cringes at this, the arm bar still applied, Baumer raises her trapped arm. Her free arm clutches the right arm of Tearra and Baumer manages to heave Tearra onto her shoulder. Baumer drops backwards on Tearra. Both women hit the mat with a sickening thud, Baumer rolls onto her stomach, favoring her arm. Baumer returns to her feet. Baumer pulls Tearra back to her feet, then throws her into the northern ropes. Upon the rebound, Baumer strikes with a back elbow, knocking Tearra down. Baumer goes for the cover. ~

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2!!

KICKOUT!!!!!

Smith: Going to take more than that to put away Skye!

~ Baumer pulls Tearra back to her feet roughly and by her hair, delivering a euro upper cut and pushes Tearra Skye into the turnbuckle. Cass Baumer starts snapping in chops repeatedly reddening the chest of her partner. In form of a receipt Tearra switches up the positions, snapping in her own few chops. Not sticking around with that tactic very long Tearra knees high at Cass’s bewbs, pulling her out and snapping back in suplex. Skye backs off letting her fellow OCW Talent returnee get to her feet, stalking her over a tad as she rises. At a vertical Tearra snaps in with a quickly lock up, not letting Cass respond she whips up and behind. Holding in a waist lock Baumer wakes up a little from her daze and plants a sturdy base. Cass doesn’t think she needs to watch herself as Skye looks to be taking a breath but Tearra makes her pay with a thrust kick followed by ...DIRTY NEEDLE(Exploder Suplex)!!!!! Skye makes a pin. ~

1!

2!!

3KICKOUT and a roll through!

Smith: Baumer kick’s out but that was a close call!

Hood: Looks like the hot junkie is getting ready to end it!

~ Tearra pulls Cass back to her feet and in desperation Cass launches back a few elbows until she is able to break the clasp around her waist. In doing so Baumer continues to work the arm, taking it and twirling it in an arm wrench, Skye quickly counters with an arm wringer sending Cass slightly across the ring. Boosting back to their feet they share a look of half impression, and half entertainment. Tearra and Baumer move light on their feet, skillfully moving in and grabbing each other in a collar lock up. Skye attempts a break away, however, is held in by Cass, pushing Skye to the ground upon her attempt. Cass gains the first advantage, dropping down and hooking under Skye’s arm and head. The front face lock like maneuver Is countered as Tearra, with skill, rolls the two women, causing Cass to be on her back. From there Tearra breaks the interlocked fingers, pushing out of the hold, and grabbing Cass in an arm bar. Jacob wastes no time as she moves to her feet, bringing Tearra with her, still in the submission hold. Cass stands behind Skye as they become vertical, because of the way the hold is placed. This positioning also supplies a counter as Cass pulls her arm back, and sweeps Hunters legs. As Skye falls however, she switches up her grip, pulling Cass overhead with an arm wringer. Baumer hits the mat with a roll, returning to her feet with intentions of following up. Skye made it to her feet as well turning in time to counter a clothesline attempt, hooking up behind Cass with a half nelson! Tearra is unable to make the launch as Cass switched up, grabbing Skye in her own reverse waist lock. Skye widens her base attempting to break the hold, but is merely lifted off the ground and dropped back down to the side with a take down. Cass moves around attempting to get a good lock on the arm, but a speedy Tearra rolls and twisted, getting away and back to her feet. Baumer and Tearra stood now back to their feet separated, the Faithful interested in the further exchanges. ~

Smith: It is really hard to call this action, they are too fast to respond to.

Hood: Here I thought heroin slows ya down.

~ Finally both women circle to the middle, Baumer with both of her hands balled up into fist lowered toward her waist while Tearra was in more of a defensive stance. To test the waters a tad, Tearra shot towards Baumer. In which the Cassinator side steps easily. They both close in once more, Baumer slapping the hands of Tearra feigning a lock up. Finally, they lock up again in a collar tie up. Tearra was the first to offensive as she forced the left arm into a wrist lock. Tearra twisted Baumer’s arm to put more torque on the lock. Cass with her free hand tried to poke Tearra in the eyes, however, Tearra Skye managed to glace it off by moving her head with each attempt. Baumer rolled on the mat as a secondary tactic, but seemingly in it goes in vain, Skye had the hold in tight. Tearra twirls bringing back the lock, following up she forces Baumer’s arm back bringing her back to the mat. Tearra Skye goes down to one knee keeping the wrist lock locked in. Gruff went on all fours to see if Baumer’s shoulders were on the ground. Cass suddenly kipped up, now trying to pry Tearra’s hands off her wrist while intertwining her leg with her. Finally, Baumer let’s go and decides to use brute force to get out, elbows soon knocked Skye right in the face. One elbow, two elbows, rocking the former junkie but Tearra slams one of her own right into Baumer’s gut bending her over and ROAD TO METHADONE (Famouser followed by a leg drop). She hooks the leg as Nikki slaps the ring apron. ~

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3!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner by pinfall... TEARRA SKYE!!!!!!

Smith: Tearra pulls out the return win! She looks very excited celebrating with Nikki Walker!

Hood: I’ve heard rumblings that people think she is one of the more memorable people to come into OCW, and even though it’s only her second match she looks to have a very bright future.

Smith: As does Cass Baumer! She wrestled a hell of a match and it really could’ve gone either way.

~Back from break, the cameras pan the stands as many fans are returning to their seats before the camera settles on the entrance way. A few seconds later, Leo emerges from backstage.

Hood: We’re back here on Massacre and Smith, it seems we’re about to be joined by Leo, of all people!

Smith: Thaddeus Duke’s gopher has no business out here. He runs the social media now that the book was taken from him.

Leo: What’s up Key West!?

~The OCW faithful raises their decibel level at the Leo cheap pop.

Leo: I could think of about a thousand other places I’d rather be right now than right here in Key West!

~The fans in the deep south cheer loudly before realizing Leo just took a shit on them. They act in kind as their cheers turn to a mix of boos.

Leo: Let’s get this party started… without further adieeeuuuu, chicks and dudes, chickettes and lil dudes, please welcome the majority owner of OCW… THADDEUS DUUUKE!

~As the high pitched guitar riff winds up, the OCW arena is filled with intense gold lighting. As the riff dips, the gold lighting lights up only the ring and the aisle way as the stands remain dark.

Hood: (applauding) Give it up for Leo! Who is now apparently the Lionheart’s personal ring announcer!

Smith: Thaddeus Duke has been teasing some sort of announcement all week, Jones. Maybe it’s time for that very announcement!

~Dressed in a suit with no tie and an open collar, Thaddeus Duke emerges from backstage hand in hand with his wife Sahara. The “IT” power couple is lead out by their son Frankie. He too is dressed in a tailored suit and carries Sahara’s TransAtlantic championship. Cyrus Braddock and Sahara’s security detail brings up the rear and flanks their charge. Some fans cheer for the Duke’s but most do their due diligence and boo the anti-Key West contingent.

Smith: Young Frankie Duke looks well, Jones!

Hood: It’s my understanding that he’s recovered well from his ordeal here a couple months ago.

Smith: No doubt that young man has been the centerpiece for some major happenings here in OCW.

Hood: Listen, I know what people say and think about the Duke’s. What happened to Frankie is just way way way out of bounds and even you, a staunch Duke detractor has got to admit that.

Smith: I agree with you 100%. He’s just a kid hanging out while his mother and father do their job. It never should’ve happened.

~At the ring, Thad steps on the bottom rope and pulls up the middle, allowing Frankie to enter. After, he sits on the middle rope, allowing Sahara to enter before stepping through himself. Cyrus Braddock stays behind the Duke’s scanning the crowd. Sahara’s security detail position themselves outside with their backs to the ring.

Thad: I’d say that it’s great to be here, but I know how you feel about me and believe me when I tell you, that the feeling is more than mutual.

~The pro-Duke contingent remains, but they’re largely drowned out by the haters.

Thad: I’m not sorry I took OCW away from you. I’m not sorry that I sold this shithole arena and I’m not sorry that sooner or later, I’ll take OCW away from you all over again.

Hood: Tell ‘em like it is, Thad!

Smith: Love him or hate him, he’s always been pretty honest. Which, really that says a lot in this business.

Hood: That’s what I always loved about him, Smith! He’s a blunt kind of guy and its refreshing.

~Thad starts to pace the ring slowly.

Thad: For the past week I’ve been teasing an announcement so, I’m just gonna get to it. Since the beginning of this year as I was preparing to beat my legendary father, I started to wonder why I was still in this business.

I’ve done it all.

Every championship I ever chased, I put around my waist.

I’ve had more big match victories than I can count and lost so few that it’s hardly even worth mentioning. I’ve sold out arenas all over the world.

~He stops pacing for a moment to look at the crowd directly.

Thad: Whether you loved me or hated me, you still bought my merchandise. You still paid to see me do what I do better than anyone. Whether you cheered my every move or boo’d my every word, I was nothing without each and every one of you.

~Key West, perhaps surprisingly, pops big for the Thaddeus Duke acknowledgement.

Hood: Smith…

Smith: Jones, what are we hearing right now?

Thad: During all those late nights as I criss crossed around the globe, even if you wanted me to lose and I didn’t give you what you wanted, so many of you would congregate as I walked through the airports and entered hotel lobbies.

Even if you hated me, I never hesitated to give all you my time. I never hesitated to sign autographs and pose for selfies.

It was my job.

And I’ve loved every minute of it.

~He pauses and takes off his jacket before tossing it on Frankie’s head. The boy stands there like “really?” before removing it.

Hood: Smith, this sounds like…

Smith: I know it does.

Hood: How would you feel?

Smith: Like this business lost a crucial piece of the overall puzzle. This business absolutely needs more men and women like Thaddeus Duke.

Hood: He’s a rare breed.

Thad: It’s strange, ya know? As my contract with the XWF was winding down earlier this year, I was entering a stage in my life where I loved being a father and a husband more than anything.

~Thad looks at both Frankie and Sahara.

Thad: It forced me to look deep within to see if I still wanted to do this job when it has and always will come second place to my family. Just as my XWF contract was about to expire, I made some moves that saw me buy up a majority stake in OCW.

And I know that has gained me a lot of enemies within these walls, but look at how far we’ve come since.

You can say whatever you want about me or some of the things I do, but since my purchase of this company, look at the talent that I’ve brought with me. Not the least of which stands right here in this ring.

~Thad and Sahara smile at each other briefly before Thad continues on.

Thad: So I took that long look within myself to see if I really wanted to keep doing this wrestling thing. It’s come down to this… As of this moment, I’m r…..

~He cuts himself off.

Hood: Don’t do it Thad!

Thad: As of this moment, I’m re…..

~Again, he cuts himself off, almost unable to finish the word.

Smith: I can’t believe what I’m hearing!

Thad: I’m reeeeeeee….

~One more time, he cuts himself off.

Hood: C’mon Thad! Don’t do it!

~The fans, realizing what’s coming, begin a “Thank you Thad” chant.

Thad: The fact is, you can say whatever you want about Easton Alexander but when the bell rang and we started our war… it felt like home. I want each and every one of you sitting here in Key West. I want each and every one of you watching at home to get a good look at this face…

Because I am formally announcing my return to the ring!

~Roarous pop.

Hood: YESSSS!

Smith: That’s good news for professional wrestling and great news for OCW!

Thad: What’s more is, as of this moment, I’m officially throwing my proverbial hat into the ring for the Rumble in the Bronx!

~The theme and tron hit again as the Duke’s start to make their way out of the ring. Most fans are cheering the revelation.

Hood: He fuckin’ got me!

Smith: Me too!

Hood: I thought he was announcing his retirement from active competition!

Smith: Same!

~As Sahara, Cyrus, Frankie and the security detail exit through the Checkers Position, Thad hangs back a moment and scans the crowd. A moment later, he throws up the “I love you” hand sign to a huge pop before backpedaling through the curtain.

MOONLIGHT ROSE (1-1) VS ACF (0-0) VS ALEXANDRA CALAWAY (4-5)

~ The lights in the arena go down a spotlight shines down on Belvedere. ~

Belvedere: And Now.

~ The opening cords of Meteor By SLATYDOG begins to play the first lyrics. ~

~ RETURN BACK UP INTO THE SKY AGAIN. ~

~ Moonlight Rose is illuminated by 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 Belvedere. ~

Belvedere: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan now residing in Toronto Canada. She is Professional wrestling royalty. she is OCW's Super Hero. she is... MOON... LIGHT... ROOOOOOOOSE.

~ She hops off the top and is checked by Puff. ~

Smith: Rose looking to grab another W here tonight, can she take on an old rival in Calaway and All Consuming Fire?

Hood: Does a bear wipe his ass with a rabbit?

~ The Lights go out and the arena is completely dark. Flames form a circle at the top of the entrance ramp and All Consuming Fire begins to play. ~

All consuming fire burn.

Lord ignite the rage.
Flowing through me.
Hear your spoken words.
Consume me oh Lord.

~ From the circle and from the ground rises a hooded figured, covered by a black robe, with hood pulled over his head. The figure steps through the flames as they dance around him. The Figure marches to the ring with their head down and covered by the hood. They slide under the bottom rope and slither to the middle of the ring where they rises to their knees and throw their head back to look to the sky as the hood of the robe falls back. The figure slowly rises to their feet and lets the robe fall off of them. The All Consuming Fire snaps their head forward and flames burst from all four corners of the ring. As the flames die down, the music fades and the lights come up. Belvedere decides to let this one go. I don’t blame him. ~

Smith: This ACF is quite the spectacle.

Hood: Testicle, wallet and watch!

~ The lights go down and "Blow" Eva Under Fire ft. Spencer Charnas of ICE NINE KILLS starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face. ~

Belvedere: And their other opponent... From Dallas, Texas.... ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~ Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row as she looks to Rose and ACF. ~

~ DING DING DING ~

~ ACF throws a haymaker that connects with Alexandra Calaway sending her down to the mat hard. M. Rose acts quickly though diving at ACF with an MMA takedown into a Lou Thesz press and she begins to pound away at ACF's temples with fury. Alexandra Calaway hits the ropes delivering a running dropkick that sends M. Rose through the ropes and to the outside. Calaway picks up ACF to a vertical base and begins to pepper him with lefts and rights until he is in a corner. Calaway looks behind her to make sure Puff isn't behind her before Irish whipping ACF into the opposite turnbuckles. ACF reverses the whip and Alexandra is sent careening to the corner. ACF goes to charge at Calaway, but M. Rose has grabbed his foot from under the bottom rope. ACF stomps down on the hand, but M. Rose manages to release the foot just in time. ACF turns back to Calaway, but is met by a spear to the ribs. The force of the spear sends ACF through the ropes into the waiting arms of M. Rose M. Rose. M. Rose catches ACF in a full nelson and slams him down to the thin mat at ringside. ~

Smith: Big strength from the smaller Moonlight Rose.

Hood: Man, that ACF seems familiar...

~ Alexandra Calaway gets up from the spear that she gave ACF and is standing in the ring alone, as Puff begins the mandatory ten count. Alexandra Calaway hits the opposite ropes and rebounds with a leap over the top rope taking M. Rose down with a suicide dive into a bulldog that slams M. Rose's head face first into that thin padding. M. Rose rolls off of M. Rose and looks down at her handy work when she is grabbed from behind by ACF. Calaway's eyes go wide as she is spun around and ACF slams a fist into Calaway's midsection doubling her over from the force. ACF delivers an uppercut to the bent over Calaway which causes her to stumble then fall over the downed M. Rose M. Rose. ~

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2!!

~ ACF steps over M. Rose towards Alexandra Calaway. M. Rose grabs the ankle of ACF once more, halting his progress for the second time in this match. ~

3!!!

~ ACF stomps down on the hand, but once again M. Rose releases the ankle but punches the back of ACF's knee sending him down to the padding. M. Rose rolls over to her knees delivering a right jab to ACF's jaw, ACF delivers a slow but deliberate punch to M. Rose's jaw in retaliation. Meanwhile, Alexandra Calaway has gotten up to her feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Calaway leaps from the top rope with a cross body taking out the two competitors. Calaway rolls M. Rose into the ring and begins to go to work on the Easton Alexander protege. ~

Hood: Man, I swear I have seen ACF before.

Smith: You are repeating yourself, Hood. Want some of these pills Knifey prescribed me?

Hood: Listen, Vhodka Black might trust her scooter and cooter in his hands, but I don’t.

Smith: Yet you took me to him.

~ Calaway pulls M. Rose up to her feet Irish whipping her into the ropes as M. Rose returns, Calaway nails her with a running STO that takes her down to the mat. Calaway pulls M. Rose back up delivering a picture-perfect neckbreaker to M. Rose's neck that takes her down to the mat. Calaway hooks M. Rose up in a Tazmission, making sure to pay special attention to the neck area of M. Rose since Calaway has decided it is her weak point. ACF rolls into the ring and he prepares himself by hitting the ropes. Calaway has her back to the ACF and he runs at her delivering a big boot to the back of Calaway's head causing her to release the submission hold. ACF picks up the hurting M. Rose by the neck and punches her face slowly and deliberately as it forces her back into the corner. ACF grabs M. Rose in a wristlock and climbs to the top rope and rope walks there with M. Rose's wrist in her grasp. M. Rose pulls on the arm and ACF is crotched on the top rope. M. Rose bounces the top rope multiple times, causing ACF more pain, before he falls towards the inside of the ring. M. Rose with a clothesline sends ACF back outside of the ring to the ringside area. M. Rose looks down at ACF before turning her attention to the charging Alexandra Calaway. M. Rose ducks her head just in time to back body drop Calaway over the top rope. Wait! Calaway skins the cat, old school style, and slides in under the bottom rope behind the unrealizing M. Rose. Calaway spins M. Rose around delivering a right hand, M. Rose ducks under the blow hooking Calaway in a modified chicken wing submission. M. Rose pulls the wildly kicking and struggling Calaway to the center of the ring as ACF makes it to his feet on the outside of the ring. ACF climbs up to the apron and M. Rose sees him just in time and drops Calaway in the center of the ring. M. Rose charges at him, but ACF throws a well-aimed right hand that catches M. Rose right in the throat. Puff warns ACF about that sort of blow, but ACF glares at Puff with the depths of hell in his eyes. ACF comes in the ring as M. Rose is still struggling to breathe in the bent-over position. ACF grabs M. Rose by the throat, pulling her to a vertical position before lifting her into the air. ACF slams her down to the mat with a delayed chokeslam before hooking the leg and making a pin. Puff is there in position. ~

1!

2!!

TH-- Alexandra Calaway with a stomp on the back of ACF's head!!!! ~

Hood: Alexandra Calaway saving Rose to finish her herself. That’s what I would do!

Smith: You just know the boss lady is watching this closely. The Craze title is being defended next week but again at Rumble in The Bronx from what I have heard and needs to pick someone.

Hood: Only the badass soon to be Paradigm Champion has the chance to beat Egan, Smith...

Smith: Ask Crash Rodriguez.

Hood: Sorry, some static in the headphone, what did you say?

~ ACF rolls off of M. Rose and Stares with fire in his eyes at Alexandra Calaway; for her part, Calaway is not backing down as she leaps at ACF. All Consuming Fire grabs Calaway around the throat and slams her down as well with a chokeslam. ACF covers M. Rose once again. ~

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!!

~ M. Rose kicks out before the count of three. It was Puff that indicates that it was less than an inch away from a three, but ACF pays no attention as he pulls M. Rose up to her feet. M. Rose with a boot to the midsection of ACF and a high knee lift to the dude filled with FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! ACF is stunned as M. Rose kicks him in the top of his head. ACF stumbles backwards but M. Rose charges with a single leg takedown but catches him just in time to put a knee under his ribs and turn ACF so that he falls on M. Rose's knee. As ACF connects with M. Rose's knee, he gives out a loud grunt of pain and rolls onto his front clutching at his ribs trying to rub away the pain. M. Rose grins sickly as she hoists ACF up into an abdominal stretch, making sure to stretch the side of ACF's injured ribs (which is quite the sight when you compare the size difference. M. Rose delivers a clubbing forearm blow to the stretched ribs and ACF grunts from the pain. M. Rose lifts her free arm up into the air, dropping an elbow into the ribs as well and ACF is in a bad way in his triple threat debut, or re-debut as Hood believes. ~

Hood: How is the student so much better than the student?

Smith: Moonlight Rose is adapting fairly well to the OCW style, no question!

~ Alexandra Calaway bounces off the ropes with a dropkick connecting with the back of M. Rose's head taking her down on top of ACF. Alexandra works quickly as she whips M. Rose into the ropes taking her back down with a scissor kick. Alexandra is moving quickly before ACF has a chance to regain her feet. Alexandra with a forearm to M. Rose sending her towards the ropes, M. Rose counters with an arm drag takedown into a chicken wing submission on the mat, but Alexandra is in the ropes and Puff is there to break the hold. M. Rose refuses to break the submission so Puff is forced to begin the count. She gets to four and a half before M. Rose breaks the submission hold, having caused a lot of damage to Alexandra's shoulder and elbow. M. Rose pulls Alexandra up to her feet peppering her with some stiff forearm shots to the face and side of her head; she looks at ACF and sees her foe starting to get up to his hands and knees. M. Rose runs over to ACF kicking her on the side where her injured ribs are before diving at the escaping Alexandra Calaway with a shoulder tackle. M. Rose is moving quickly, knowing that if ACF regains his feet once more, she'll have to contend with two people. Goes full tilt with the SILVER BULLET (a lariat where she’s put her ass into it, I mean all of her into it) causing Calaway to flip backwards. M. Rose goes for a pin and Puff is there with the count. ~

1!

~ ACF sits up and his head turns to see the cover by Rose. ~

2!!

~ ACF's arm reaches out grabbing the foot of Moonlight Rose and yanks her off of Alexandra Calaway before the three can be counted; Rose looks surprised. Alexandra lays there motionless as ACF stands up with M. Rose's ankle in her hands. M. Rose with a standing enziguri connects with nothing as ACF ducks under the kick and is slightly behind M. Rose now. ACF hooks M. Rose up for a scrap buster slam which is a spinning side slam. Both competitors lay on the mat and ACF sits back up, turning his head to look down at Moonlight Rose with distaste. ACF rolls over to his knees then up to a vertical base before bouncing off the ropes landing on M. Rose's throat with the guillotine leg drop; he hooks a leg and makes the cover. ~

1!

2!!

3NO!!!!

~ Somehow Alexandra Calaway manages to get up and stop the count by kicking ACF in the head. The dude consumed by FIRE looks up from the pinning position and marks Alexandra Calaway for her cremation. Alexandra Calaway is not worried as she begins to place boots into ACF's upturned face, absorbing each and every blow as if Alexandra is not doing anything to him. Alexandra Calaway continues to kick and stomp at ACF as he stands up, glaring at Alexandra Calaway and he steps over the fallen form of M. Rose M. Rose towards Alexandra Calaway. Alexandra with a right hand to ACF, but she catches it, Alexandra with a left punch, ACF catches this blow as well in her firm grip. ACF kicks Alexandra Calaway in the midsection, leans back and levels her with the DEATH BLOW (Clothesline From Hell). He goes to cover but doesn’t see a rebounding Moonlight Rose come flying at him with a missile drop kick that sends the unsuspecting big man out of the ring and she quickly covers Calaway! ~

1!

2!!

3!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall....MOONLIGHT ROSE!!!!!

Hood: And Rose steals a win from a dude or non binary or some shit that is Consumed With Fire!

Smith: Pretty clever thinking from Rose!

Hood: No way she was trained by the kidnapper. Just no possible way. He would’ve tried rolling the big dude and Calaway would’ve won.

Smith: Well, nonetheless, Moonlight has definitely corrected the loss to Ball Ball at Face/Off and she’ll be one to watch in the Rumble for a possible title shot! I hope the Craze Champion is paying attention.

~ The shot opens backstage to a door with a sign that reads "Victoria Strader. PRIVATE!". The door opens and The Mecca of Manhood, Marvelous Mike Mason steps out. Mason fluffs his hair, straightening up as it appears to have had some hands running through it or grabbing it. The Bod God clears his throat and straightens his tie as he notices the camera. ~

Mike Mason: Oh, hello there, constituents. I've just finished a very important, and hands-on business meeting. Now, while I cannot disclose what was discussed in this meeting, I can tell you all that I will no longer be concerning myself with the Trans-Atlantic championship or Thad’s pump and dump station that currently holds the title. I am moving on to bigger, and much better things. I do not have time to sully myself with a worthless champion who diminishes the title more and more with each passing day.

It’s almost as if she is from Canada. Well, Chicago is bad enough, and once I’m President I’ll sell Chicago to Canada and use that maple syrup-scented money to construct a big beautiful wall around all the way down the border to keep those maple leaf mid’s from sneaking across the board to get health care that is actually worth paying for.

Speaking of mid, there are a lot of mid-office positions up for elections, so don’t forget to get out and voter on November eight.

~ The Big Natty Daddy pulls a badge from his pocket and fastens it to the lapel of his jacket. The badge reads “M.A.M 2024” The President of Pump taps the badge, smirks, and begins walking down the hallway as the scene fades back to ringside. ~

~ The lights in the arena go dim and begin flickering as a quiet murmur spreads throughout the crowd. ~

Smith: What’s this? What’s going on?

Hood: Maybe Knife Man forgot to pay the electric bill!

~ The lights cut completely to black, causing a few shrieks of terror from various Karens in the crowd. ~

~ As the video feed ends the lights come back on and we see the OCW Tag Team Champions, Thunder Knuckles and The Nickleman, standing in the middle of the ring with all their championship gold! The IIW tag titles, the OCW tag titles, the XWF Supercontinental title, and the OCW Savage title are split up among the two merry bastards, who each have a microphone in hand. ~

Smith: Oh boy, this is going to be a headache…

Hood: Quit your complaining and just enjoy the show! These BOB segments always have the best production value!

~ TK with a smirk on his face begins to speak. ~

TK: OCW fans around the world! Looks like Ol’ Thunder Knuckles got himself a contract!

~ A heavy rain of boos pours down on The Nickleman and Thunder Knuckles. This pleases Those No Good Bastards, you can tell by the shit-eating grins on their faces. ~

TK: Take a good long fucking at what real champions looks like! I know It’s been awhile since OCW fans had something to look up to! By the way, Charlie-

The Nickleman: It’s The Nickleman over here in the boonies.

~ The Nickleman gives TK a sly wink. ~

TK: You’ll always be Charlie to me.

~ The Nickleman just shrugs. ~

The Nickleman: Fair enough.

TK: I just wanted to say from one Bastard to another congratulations on winning the OCW Tag Team Championships and OCW Savage Championship all in one night. That’s a feat that only a fucking cold blood killer could pull off.

The Nickleman: It was honestly really, really easy. But not as easy as winning this one right here just a few days later!

~ The Nickleman cackles before he gesticulates towards the XWF Supercon championship on his body. ~

The Nickleman: Did the OCW roster really let that remedial janitor bust their fucking guts so bad that they needed a restraining order? Fuck that’s a crying shame…

~ The Nickleman looks over to TK in downright disbelief as he shakes his head. ~

TK: It’s not like their current OCW World Champion is much better, let’s be goddamn fair here.

The Nickleman: OCW and having weak world champions? That shit goes together like Sahara and being trans-atlantic, gender, whatever! But I guess over here in OCW we’re just full of transgender champions, everyone outside of BOB! Sahara’s a male-to-female, and that butch looking PIC is clearly a female pretending to be a man. That sissy is just lucky you got saddled with Dolly fucking Wanker in the Catalina Wine Mixer. If you had The Bourbonman or The Nickleman with ya back in August, you’d have cleaned up that whole competition- just like you and Bobby cleaned up the IIW Tag Team World Cup Tournament over the last six weeks! All while winning the OCW Tag belts with me right in the middle of the tournament finals! Fuck, what does T-K even stand for anyways? The TAG-KING?!

~ The Nickleman slaps the IIW and OCW Tag Team Championships on TK’s shoulders in merriment. ~

TK: It’s not easy being this damn good.

~ TK brushes the “dirt” off his shoulder. The Nickleman clearly rolls his eyes in response. ~

The Nickleman: C’mon, Teekz…you know damn well this shit is easy for you! Fuck, don’t you ever just want to let loose and show the whole world that the only Big Bifford that matters is inside your fucking drawers? I’ve been telling you this for months, Teekz….BOB needs you to step up and challenge for some singles gold, brotha-man!

TK: Well, with you having to face Skin-cancer Duke to combine championships and Harmony having the Craze Championship that only leaves one.

~ TK and Nickleman share a knowing wink. ~

The Nickleman: You know, that’s kind of funny Teekz’....you said there’s only one…but you’re still going to get your PIC!

TK: Let’s face it, Pic don’t want the smoke.

~ The Nickleman pretends to not believe TK.~

The Nickleman: I heard Pic talking shit about you in the bathroom!

TK: If Pic was talking shit on anything in the bathroom, it’d be his limp dick. If he wanted some stiff competition he’d face, yours truly, Ol’ Thunder Knuckles.

~ TK motions for the ring side cameraman to come in close. ~

TK: I’ll say it as plain as goddamn day for ya, Pic. OCW has a big ass Pay Per View-

~ The Nickleman cuts off TK. ~

The Nickleman: Premium Live Event.

~ TK looks back at The Nickleman for a second. ~

TK: That sounds stupid as fuck. I’m here to get paid and winning OCWs top prize guarantees me more fucking money! Anyway, Rumble in the Bronx is coming up and ton of mother fuckers, are going to enter for the chance to face the World Champion. So, unless you plan on taking the night off and decide not to face me, looking like a punk-ass bitch. I’d say you accept the only REAL challenge you have in front of you. Me!

~ The camera switches back to the ringside hard camera. We can hear the crowd audibly gasp in the background, because all the smart marks no TK has never challenged for a world championship in his career. ~

TK: Are you PICing a fight with the world champ, Teekz?!

~ The Nickleman playfully shoves TK. ~

TK: PICing? Hell, no, I’m fucking prodding. I mean, if he’s the unstoppable force he thinks he is I wouldn’t see where he’d have a damn issue with it, do you?

~ TK stands there smirking like a snake in the grass, just waiting for his prey to make a move. ~

The Nickleman: Well, he can always say no….but bad things happen to bitches that say no. I mean, fuck, do you remember Ashley, Teekz’?

TK: Who?

The Nickleman: That groupie from after Face Off? She’s the whore I had screaming in our hotel room all night long!

~ The Nickleman imitates spanking, thrusting his hips, and then a lot of really forceful choking. The wild charades seem to spark TK’s memory. ~

TK: Oh, yeah, so many ring bunnies come and go I never remember their name, kinda like World Champions.

The Nickleman: Exactly. Groupie sluts are a lot like world champs, y’know….because if they say ‘no’ to a Bastard, then that puss gets pounded even harder! So, that world champion cocksucker is really going to have to PIC his poison!

TK: Either way, I’ma make his life Hell moving forward, until I get a shot at proving he’s not as good as he thinks he is. For fucks sake, I’ve made a goddamn career of it, ask around.

The Nickleman: You can’t ask a dead man shit.

~ TK tosses his microphone into the crowd while Charlie gingerly places his mic down in the middle of the ring. A hushed yet excited murmur spreads through the crowd as OCW goes on a commercial break. ~

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~ A mother and her daughter are sitting Indian style on the floor, play with dolls. The mother has a glass of red wine sitting next to her. The daughter knocks over the glass, with her Alice Knight action figure, creating a stain in the shape of Pic’s face. ~

Uh-oh!

~ The little girl looks sad. ~

I’m sorry, mommy…

~ The mother simply smiles at her daughter.

It’s okay, Honey. I know just the thing that’ll clean this up!

~ The mother starts humming the ultimate cleaning jingle as a voice over starts singing. ~

□Torque on the dork and unpop a cork of clean!□

~ We see a cartoon whale-person, think mermaid only backwards and whale-like, appears next to the mom. The whale-like creature starts fondling itself. The mom looks relieved. The cartoon whale ejaculates on the wine stain of Pic’s face and it disappears, showcasing the cleaning power of Humpback Cum. ~

Humpback Cum, ask for it by name where all cleaning products are sold.

~~~~~~~~~~

Smith: That was... Uh... an odd commercial.

Hood: Classic OCW, Baby!

Smith: Let’s get back to the action!

DYLAN THOMAS (18-11) VS PIC (18-3)

Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match! Introducing first...

~ The opening bars of 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy play over the PA system and fans in attendance begin to stand with a subtle 'DT' chant. After a few moments the curtain jerks and through it steps everyone's favourite Hollywood A-Listers arm in arm. Dylan and Lissandra share a kiss at the top of the ramp before nodding and waving to the chanting crowd, grins never leaving their faces. ~

Belvedere: Greenwich CT, now residing in Hollywood CA, weighing in at 225lbs accompanied by his wife Lissandra... the A-LISTER DYLAN THOMAS!!!!!!!!!!

~ They then make their way down the ramp high-fiving lucky nearby fans. A few Dylan Section members near the front row even get a few photos. Dylan walks Lissandra up the ring steps, hopping up onto the apron, afterwards. He holds open the ropes and she kisses him as she climbs through them. Dylan leaps up onto the nearest corner, raising his arms, still with a huge grin while Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man and applauding. As the cheers begin to die down, Dylan helps Lissandra out of the ring, and then looks to the rampway doing a final warm up. ~

Smith: Ever since losing the OCW Savage title Dylan hasn’t had much luck in the ring, losing to Diana Watts and Tearra Skye, both newcomers to the business and looking to turn it around here with a non-title win over the champ!

Hood: He just needs to go bad again! GO BAD DYLAN!

~The intro to "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA system as the crowd erupts in cheers.~

Belvedere: Now making his way to the ring, originally from Charleston, South Carolina and weighing in at 232 pounds... He is your OCW 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
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 it go
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

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 OCW Championship belt and hands them to Belvedere who exits the ring. ~

Smith: He’s on the roll that Veronica Strader found herself on when she was the TransAtlantic Champion, and time will tell if he can hold onto the title as long as she did hers or my saviour, The Big Bifford!

Hood: This guy helped run out those posers, and for that, I will forever be grateful!

~ DING DING DING ~

Smith: They are just staring at each other.

Hood: Thomas is in no way intimidated, he’s the A-Lister for a reason.

~ PIC lashes out with a right hand, stretching with a second and Thomas is sent down to his knee. Dylan shoves up connecting with a right of his own, but PIC catches the fist, slamming his right hand into Thomas's jaw. PIC shoves Thomas into the corner, following in with a running knee into his midsection. PIC wraps his hand around Thomas's throat and here comes Gruff. ~

1!

2!!

3!!!!!

4!!!!

~Fi--PIC breaks off the choke, looking daggers at referee Gruff. ~

Smith: PIC utilizing the five count there.

Hood: Blatant cheating by PIC is what you mean to say.

~ PIC comes in with another knee, Thomas falls to the canvas throwing a punch upwards into PIC's thigh. PIC stumbles backwards, Thomas hops up to his feet, springing off the middle rope with a clothesline that takes the big man off his feet. Thomas hits the ropes, jumping up to the middle rope, flipping backwards onto canvas. PIC rolls out of the way, sitting up before standing on his feet. Thomas holds at his midsection as he slowly gets back up to a vertical base. PIC comes in with a lifted knee backing Thomas into the corner. ~

Smith: PIC showing why he is the OCW Champion.

Hood: Dylan’s time is gonna come sooner than later!

~ Forearm to Thomas's throat. Dylan is looking the worse for wear as PIC chops his chest in the corner. Gruff is there checking that there are no shenanigans going on. PIC with another chop, but Dylan with a thumb to the eyes gets him a bit of breathing room. Gruff warns Dylan of the illegal tactic but Dylan just shoves past him. Forearm to PIC sends him bending over the top rope. Thomas with a second, he whips PIC into the ropes. PIC with a reversal. The OCW Champion lowers his head for a back body, but Dylan telegraphs the move with a swift kick to his face. PIC stands up, eyeing Thomas with disrespect burning in his eyes. ~

Smith: This doesn't look good for Dylan.

Hood: Do you smell something?

~ PIC throws a right hand, Thomas sidesteps the blow, flipping PIC with a hip toss. Thomas hits the canvas, holding at his midsection, that move took something out of him. Thomas rolls up to his feet, but there is PIC already back on his feet. PIC kicks out with a big boot, Thomas catches the foot, PIC with an enzeguri, Thomas avoids it by ducking his head before delivering a kick to PIC's back. PIC sent into the ropes, Thomas runs leaping over the top rope catching PIC in a bulldog position and slamming PIC's throat across the top rope. ~

Smith: Innovative move from Thomas there.

Hood: Dylan showing why he is the A-Lister!

~ PIC bounces back into the ring, landing on his back. Thomas climbs to the top turnbuckle, flying off with a moonsault onto PIC where he hooks the leg for a cover. ~

1!

~ PIC kicks out with authority after the count of one and Thomas looks over to Gruff before gulping. PIC throws Dylan off of him before sitting up. PIC rolls over to his knee, going to stand up. Thomas comes through with a shining wizard taking PIC down again. Thomas continues the momentum by springing backwards off the middle rope with a moonsault then climbing to the top turnbuckle. Thomas jumps off with a leg drop across PIC's throat before he rolls up to his feet once more. ~

Hood: Thomas using the momentum to dominate PIC here.

Smith: Thomas using the momentum to keep on the first serious bit of offence he has been able to muster so far in this match you mean.

~ PIC gets back up, Thomas with a dropkick to the side of his head rolls the OCW Champion onto his side, Thomas with another dropkick sends him onto his face. Thomas is breathing hard, not wanting to slow down and keep his offense flowing. Thomas drops a knee on the back of PIC's skull, a second knee, he goes for an elbow, but PIC rolls out of the way and Thomas slams his elbow into the canvas. Dylan holds at his elbow before shoving up to his feet, PIC is pulling himself up with the ropes. Thomas dropkicks PIC into the corner before leaping up and sending PIC across the ring with a hurricanrana. Thomas lays there for a second, catching his breath. PIC gets up. ~

Smith: PIC get up, unaffected by that hurricanrana.

Hood: Watch out Dylan!

~ PIC slams into Thomas's back with a running knee that sends Thomas face first into the turnbuckle. Dylan turns around PIC with a clothesline nearly sends Thomas over the top rope. Dylan is on defense, but unable to defend himself momentarily. PIC slams into Thomas with a second clothesline that does send the A-Lister over the top rope to the floor below. PIC bounces off the ropes as Thomas is on his hands and knees. PIC dives through the ropes with a diving shoulder block taking Thomas back down to the floor on his front. PIC rolls back up to his feet, using the announce table for support. He pulls Thomas up to his feet as Gruff begins the ten count. ~

1!

~ Dylan with a low blow to PIC's groin buys him some time. ~

2!!

~ Thomas turns to jump up to the apron. ~

3!!!!!

~ Thomas dives back with a clothesline that lays PIC out on the announce table. ~

4!!!!

Smith: We should move.

Hood: I'm outta here, first smart thing you've said... ever.

5!!!!!

~ Dylan looks down at PIC's face before placing it on his chest. ~

6!!!!!!

~ Dylan rolls into the ring before climbing to the top turnbuckle. Thomas dives off the top turnbuckle with a senton bomb through the chair and table. PIC was not there! PIC lays beside the table, pulling himself up with the railing that protects the fans from harm. Debris flies in every direction as Thomas crashes through the table, PIC looks down at Thomas who lays on top of all of the debris. PIC grabs Thomas by the hair, pulling his opponent up to a vertical base. Right hand to the face as Gruff starts another ten count. ~

1!

~ PIC with a second right hand to Thomas's temple. ~

2!!

~ PIC with a forearm to Thomas's throat and he has him up against the ringpost. ~

3!!!!!

~ PIC goes for a clothesline, Thomas falls down from his leaning position. PIC slams the crook of his arm against the post, holding at his arm in pain. Thomas looks up, just unable to capitalize. ~

4!!!!

~ PIC stomps down on his face as he holds his arm against his chest. Thomas sits up against the ring, pulling PIC forward and causing his forehead to slam into the ringpost. ~

5!!!!!

~ PIC's head bounces off, blood trickling from the fresh wound, Thomas trips him so that he lands on his back. ~

6!!!!!!

~ Dylan pulls himself up, rolling into the ring to break the count. The announcers sit back down, and although they have no table in front of them, they do still have their headsets. ~

Smith: And I think we are back.

Hood: Unfortunately.

~ Thomas looks over the top rope at his opponent before hitting the ropes and rebounding. Thomas dives over the top rope with a suicide plancha onto PIC. Thomas rolls himself over and back into the ring as Gruff starts the count out. ~ ~

1!

2!!

3!!!!!

4!!!!

5!!!!!

6!!!!!!

~ PIC Gets up, turning his head slowly to stare up at Dylan Thomas inside of the ring. ~

7!!!!!!!

~ PIC stands up as Thomas hits the ropes a second time. ~

8!!!!!!!!

~ Thomas dives over the top rope, PIC catches him. PIC slams him back first into the ringpost before slamming him down on the floor. ~

9!!!!!!!!!

~ PIC rolls into the ring, stopping the count before he quickly rolls back outside. The OCW Champion rolls Dylan into the ring, quickly following him after. PIC stomps on Thomas's left knee, before placing the left ankle on the bottom rope. PIC jumps up, coming down on the left knee, causing extreme damage. Gruff get’s over there quickly to warn PIC and to begin the five count. ~

1!

~ PIC looks over to Gruff before his eyes roll up into the back of his skull and he moans. ~

2!!

~ PIC comes down a second time on the knee. ~

3!!!!!

~ Gruff is a bit freaked out, but continues the count as PIC comes down a third time. ~

4!!!!

~ PIC yanks the leg back, hyperextending the left knee before he falls on it with an elbow drop. Thomas is rolling around in pain, trying to avoid the onslaught, but unable to get away from the offense PIC is putting him through. PIC up again with an elbow drop, but Thomas is able to bring his right foot up and over catching PIC in the temple and sending him into the ropes.~

Hood: Excellent counter by Dylan Thomas there.

Smith: There is always fight in both men, it is just up to who wants it more. Amazing how no matter the match Dylan and PIC always go full tilt. Always.

~ Thomas slowly pulls himself up, looking over to Jethro as he does so, he gives Hayes a dirty look before continuing his journey upwards to his vertical base. He turns, limping over to PIC. Chop to PIC's chest, right fist to his jaw and a warning from Gruff. European uppercut rocks PIC's head backwards as Dylan mounts PIC in the corner. Right hand comes down to slam into PIC's jaw, another comes down to connect with his temple, PIC shoves the A-Lister off and down. Dylan lands on his feet, but he crumples on his left leg that PIC has worked over. PIC charges out of the corner with a clothesline. ~

Hood: Over the shoulder arm drag from Dylan has PIC on his back.

Smith: But Thomas is down as well.

~ Dylan struggles up to his feet again, limping heavily on his left leg, he pulls PIC up, kick to the back of his skull. Dylan is in obvious pain as he stands there, trying to rip the wound on PIC's forehead open all of the way. PIC slams a fist up into Thomas's chin buying him some time. PIC gets up to his feet, the match taking its toll on both men. PIC stalks towards Thomas who is doing his best to keep out of the OCW Champion's way. PIC throws a right, Thomas ducks out of the way kicking the back of PIC's knees sending him onto one knee. Thomas grits his teeth as he runs forward with a shining wizard, PIC blocks it by falling down to the canvas to break Thomas's stride. Dylan goes flying on over, landing heavily on his left knee that buckles. Thomas holds onto the top rope for support as PIC stands back up. Both men stare across the ring at each other before they charge in. ~

Smith: It seems that neither man is going to ever lose.

Hood: One has to lose!

~ It’s like PIC has finally had enough of this! PIC is able to get Dylan up on his shoulder for looks to a be spinning firemans carry---SHOWSTOPPA(Spinning Fireman’s Carry into a Stunner!!!!)!!!!! PIC takes a sigh of relief as he falls on top of the A-Lister and Gruff makes the pinfall count!! ~

1!

2!!

3!!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... OCW CHAMPION PIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smith: Hey, what is Mason doing down here?

Hood: Better view down here!

~ Mike Mason slides in under the bottom rope and eyes up the Champ. PIC turns around and meets a MOST MARVELOUS DROP KICK! The faithful erupt in boos as PIC clutches his chest. ~

Smith: Mason is attacking the world champ!

Hood: Well, someone was bound too!

~ Mason swiftly ducks a charging Dylan Thomas who has come to the aid of PIC! Dylan exchanges lefts and right with Mason but Mason with a MUSCLE PLEX on Thomas! He laughs and slides out of the ring but stops at the bottom of the ramp when “I’m Just a Girl” by No Doubt starts up and Victoria Strader walks out on stage. ~

Hood: Here’s the boss and she doesn’t look happy.

Smith: Well, in all fairness, she really doesn’t... ever.

Hood: She was when Outcast had to retire.

Victoria Strader: So what Mason, I tell you what kind implications your match next week is gonna have and you decide you have already won and attack PIC? As much as I do admire the arrogance I guess I should fill in your opponent... Dylan Thomas... what’s on the line?

Smith: What is she talking about?

Hood: Shut up and maybe we will find out!

Victoria Strader: Dylan, if you didn’t have reason before to kick some ass, you should know that whoever wins between you Marvelous Mike Mason, will face PIC for his OCW Championship live Monday November 21st at Madison Square Garden!

Smith: That’s a huge announcement! Next week Ball Ball gets his rightful shot at Egan’s Craze championshiop and the 21st PIC defends his championship for the first time!

Hood: I hate that a Strader is bringing us back to the top but, better than being Sex Club.

~ The lights go dark in the arena. The acoustics of "Zombie" fill every loudspeaker in the building. The OCW faithful in attendance have no idea who would use The Cranberries’ most well-known song. ~

~ As the metal intro of the music kicks in, a blinding light washes over the OCWtron. Suddenly, a man doing crossed arms with the Horns Up gesture is revealed, and every single person in the building knows: Axis is here! ~

Belvedere: Please welcome, from Dallas, Texas by way of Shreveport, Louuuuuuuuuusiana… AXIS!

~ The audience bursts into a mix of cheers and boos as Axis makes his way to the ring. After ducking under the top rope, he calls for a microphone. Belvedere obliges, and Axis waits for the noise to die down before speaking into the mic. ~

Axis: Most of you have no idea what’s going to happen to this roster over the next year or so. I’ll be honest, I wanted to show you all, tonight, in the form of a match. If I had it my way, I’d be coming down here and kicking someone’s ass.

~ The statement draws massive boos from the audience. ~

Axis: I didn’t want to go after anybody or get any bad blood flowing tonight. But I have a message for anyone who thinks that I’m nothing without the friends that I’ve gained through wrestling. My only goal is to defeat anyone that Vicky girl puts in front of me. I wanted to climb the ranks like they were meant to be climbed, and where better to do that than OCW!

OCW Faithful: O-C-DUBS! O-C-DUBS! O-C-DUBS!

~ Once the chant subsides, Axis continues. ~

Axis: This is my time to shine, and no matter what I’m doing in a given week, the result is clear. Not just the singles matches, though- I’m going to dominate the Rumble as well. So PIC, don’t get too comfy… because come next Monday, the massacre is mine.

~ He throws the mic back at Belvedere, who catches it, Michael Thomas style. Axis then exits the ring and starts back up the ramp as the chorus of “Zombie” plays again and Massacre cuts to commercial. ~

SAHARA (8-3) VS HARMON “HARMONY”EGAN (7-0)

~ Prior to her scheduled match, the camera suddenly cuts to the reigning TransAtlantic champion, Sahara – surrounded by her color-coded security detail – as they approach the CHECKERS position. ~

Sahara: Y’all wait here…

~ Turning to a random member of the production team, she points to a microphone and motions for him to hand it to her. She takes it and makes her way toward the curtain without warning– ~

Member of Production Crew: Sahara, hold up! Your music and pyro isn’t queued up yet!

Sahara: Then queue it up when I’m done talkin’.

~ Throwing the curtain to the side, the TransAtlantic champion emerges onto the stage, and readjusts the title draped over her shoulder. She taps the mic on the faceplate of her championship title to get the crowd's attention… ~

Smith: What’s this about?

Hood: Shhhhhh, Smith. When the golden goddess comes out, you don’t speak, you listen!

Sahara: I just wanted to take a moment to address the mouse in the room–

Smith: Doesn’t she mean elephant?!

Hood: If she meant elephant, she’d have said elephant… now shut it while the White Queen speaks!

Sahara: Last week, to the twenty people that watched that “B” show Massacre presentation… you may have seen The Mecca of Manhood… the “Marvelous” one himself, Mike Mason jump me along with his bevy of bitches.

~ The crowd cheers, causing Sahara to roll her eyes. ~

Sahara: Yeah, yeah, shut up you no taste havin’ ass-clowns.

Hood: That’s just disrespectful of these so-called fans.

Sahara: Michael Mason. Mr. Marvelous. You’re the mouse in the house I wanna address… so clean out yer ears and listen up…

Ya see this?!

~ Sahara takes the TransAtlantic championship title off her shoulder and holds it up for all to see. She then slowly curls her lip into a smirk as she drapes it back over her shoulder. ~

Sahara: Ya still get no shot…

~ The crowd boos and Sahara simply laughs in response. ~

Sahara: While on some level I respect your enthusiasm to make a name for yourself… I suggest you don’t go steppin’ into the White Widow’s web until you’re actually ready.

And until that day arrives, you’ll never get a shot.

Oh, and other thing… if I wanted revenge on your sorry ass, all I’d have to do is go to my husband and tell him to fire you… but I ain’t about to do that cuz I don’t wanna see my Pfizer stock crater…

~ Sahara tries not to laugh at her own joke. ~

Sahara: We sold out the OCW Arena tonight because these Sminions wanna see the likes of me versus the undefeated mute known as Harmony. Ya know who they don’t wanna see?!

Your dumb ass…

~ The crowd boos again, and the TransAtlantic champion simply shrugs in response. ~

Sahara: That’s all. Now hit… my… music…

~ Sahara tosses the mic and starts walking toward the ring for her match. ~

Smith: I’m guessing she didn’t see Mason letting the Commissioner know earlier he was moving on, and of course, him and Dylan Thomas are going one on one for a shot at the OCW Title!

Hood: Obviously Mrs. Duke has people that watch for her and to update her on important things, and Mason is not important to her so why inform her?

Smith: Paint chips as a child? That’s gotta be it.

~ Belvedere shrugs and starts. ~

Belvedere: Tonight’s Main Event is a non-title CHAMPION VS CHAMPION SHOWCASE!

~ The Faithful give their obligatory pop. ~!

Smith: This will be awesome, Hood. Craze Champion vs TransAtlantic Champion! I was told Thad wanted more title matches on the shows. Craze next Monday.

Hood: Yeah and apparently the big one on the 21st before the PPV.

Smith: Isn’t it a “Premium Live Event” now?

Hood: Honestly, I don’t know who’s fuckin’ with who anymore.

Belvedere: And her opponent…

~A pair of black rimmed eyes open up on the main screen as the arena is bathed in white as “The Day is My Enemy” by Prodigy starts its opening beats. 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 Rorschach inkblots.~

Belvedere: Weighing in at 175 pounds, he is your OCW Craze Champion… Harmon “Harmony” Egan!!!

~Harmony appears at the top of the ramp with the OCW Craze Championship around his waist 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. Sahara looks eager to attack from the opposing corner, but Tuff keeps the two separated long enough to take both title belts and hand them to Belvedere as he exits the ring. Tuff then calls for the bell.~

DING DING DING

~Sahara wastes no time charging at Harmony. He ducks her clothesline and she bounces off the ropes behind him. He lifts her for a side slam but she contorts her body, wrapping her legs around his head and attempting a head scissors. Harmony doesn’t go over and instead lifts her up for a modified powerbomb. As Sahara is lifted into the air, she uses her momentum to rotate over his shoulder and roll him through into a modified sunset flip. Harmony rolls forwards while Sahara rolls backwards as the two pause to stare at each other. The crowd cheers the athleticism as the two get to their feet.~

Smith: We’re barely underway and each competitor is showing just why they’re champions. Both are quick and seem to have a counter for everything the other plans on doing.

Hood: To my knowledge Sahara and Harmon have never shared the ring together, but they’ve clearly been scouting each other for a long time. In today’s wrestling world, that’s the only way to get ahead and stay that way. You’ve always gotta be looking over your shoulder for the next talent that’s gunning for you.

~Sahara and Harmony circle each other before Sahara again rushes forward. Harmony once again ducks a clothesline, but this time Sahara puts on the breaks. As she turns around, she’s met with a vicious knife edge chop across the top of her chest. Stunned, she pauses, allowing Harmony to hit her with another chop, then another. Sahara stumbles back into the corner. Harmony spins around, this time bringing his right hand down across her chest with a spinning overhead chop. The thud echoes throughout the arena and the fans audibly gasp as Sahara falls to her knees, grabbing at her chest in pain. Harmony kicks her in the face, sending the back of her head smashing into the bottom buckle. He runs across the ring, then comes at her with a full head of steam. He goes for a drop kick to the seated Sahara, but she’s able to drop down and roll out of the ring. Harmony can’t stop his motion and slams his foot into the bottom turnbuckle. He immediately grabs at it and rolls backwards while gritting his teeth from the pain.~

Smith: It looks as if Harmony might have tweaked his ankle going for that kick.

Hood: I thought I saw it roll in real time, but looking at it again in slow motion it appears that he just jammed it. Certainly doesn’t make it hurt any less but I think he avoided major damage at least.

~Sahara crawls her way back into the ring. The top of her chest has started to bruise with a few busted blood vessels appearing as well. She sees Harmony holding his ankle and seizes her opportunity. She begins by stomping at the injured ankle as Harmony tries to scoot away. She grabs him by the ankle and pulls him over to the ropes. She slides out of the ring, then drapes Harmony’s leg over the bottom rope. She grabs the ankle and twists, using the rope as leverage. Harmony begins flailing and slapping the mat, letting out the occasional grunt and trying everything he can to get her to release the hold. He kicks at Sahara, but she’s positioned herself away from his reach. Tuff tries to get her to break it, which she finally does well after the five count is over.~

Smith: I had a feeling Sahara would capitalize on Harmon’s mistake and she’s doing just that. She’s going to have to let go of the hold sooner though or she risks being disqualified.

Hood: I know you’re just getting back into the swing of things, but no OCW referee is going to disqualify Sahara. Not if they like having a job.

~Sahara scoffs at Tuff and he’s quick to back off. She grabs Harmony’s ankle and pulls him closer to the ring post. She pulls it back and slams it into the post. Harmony grabs at the ankle in visible pain. She pulls the ankle, tugging and twisting at it before slamming it into the post once again. She grabs both ankles now, wrapping them around the post and locking in an inverted figure four around the ring post. Harmony begins smacking the mat and grabbing at his ankle. Tuff begins to count but Sahara isn’t having any of it. She continues pulling back with all of her body weight until she finally lets go. Harmony immediately pulls himself back to the middle of the ring as Tuff checks on his ankle. Sahara gets to her feet on the outside and basks in the chorus of boos that the OCW Faithful reign down on her.~

Smith: Sahara is destroying the ankle of Harmon Egan much in the same manner that she did to Tamika Strader’s shoulder last week.

Hood: She’s an opportunist through and through.

~Harmony pushes Tuff away, indicating he doesn’t need or want his help. Sahara climbs up onto the ring apron. She waits as Harmony slowly and gingerly gets to his feet. She jumps up and springboards off with a superman punch right to Harmony’s face.~

Hood: There’s the Widowmaker!

~Sahara goes for the cover as Tuff counts.~

1!

2!!

Kickout!!!

~Harmony gets his shoulder up to the delight of the crowd. Sahara smacks the mat, but gets to her feet and begins stomping on Harmony’s injured ankle. He manages to kick her with his other foot causing her to stagger. As she pauses, he uses all of his energy to kip up. He wraps both feet around her head in mid-air and flips her over with a hurricanrana. Sahara hits the back of her head hard as Harmony immediately grabs for the ankle. Both competitors get to their feet, though Harmony is basically hopping on one leg. Sahara charges forward. Harmony ducks, he spins her around and tries to kick her in the stomach with his bad foot. She catches it, but Harmony is able to connect with a roundhouse kick to the side of her face. She releases his foot as she falls back into the corner. Harmony grimaces in pain, but feeds off of the crowd. He does a cartwheel in her direction and smashes her in the face with a back elbow. Sahara drops to the mat as he goes for the cover.~

1!

2!! Kickout!

Smith: That was some innovative offense at its finest by Harmon Egan. He knows he can’t put much, if any, weight on that ankle. So he did a cartwheel to move across the ring on his hands instead.

Hood: Smart move by him, and it looks to have paid off with the near fall.

~Harmony can’t hide the discomfort he’s feeling in his ankle, and tries shaking it loose to no avail. He brings himself to one foot using the ropes for help, then grabs Sahara by the hair and tries to lift her. She quickly spins around, sweeping the leg and sending the back of Harmony’s head onto the bottom rope. It whiplashes, and he immediately grabs at the neck. Sahara wastes no time, bouncing off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and nailing him with a shining wizard. She tugs at his injured ankle as she pulls him to the middle of the ring and goes for the pin.~

1!

2!!

3!!! NO!

~Harmony gets his left shoulder up at the last possible second. Sahara doesn’t waste time, grabbing an ankle lock. She holds it high in the air as the look of agony is all over Harmony’s face. He smacks the mat in desperation as she wrenches the ankle lock in. Tuff asks Harmony i he wants to give up but he just shakes his head. He reaches out to the ropes, then begins pulling himself toward them. He gets within an inch when Sahara pulls him back into the middle of the ring.~

Smith: If Harmon doesn’t give up right now, Sahara’s going to snap his ankle in half.

Hood: Do it Sahara! Show no mercy!

~She goes to put more pressure on the ankle just as Harmony pushes himself up. He somehow spins his body and rotates his good leg over, kicking Sahara in the side of the head. She releases the hold and staggers backwards. Harmony rolls through and hops up to his one good leg. He stands in position for a Crane kick to the delight of the crowd as Sahara gets to her feet. She’s reluctant to charge at him from the front so she bounces off the side ropes instead. Harmony rotates his body and leaps into the air, smashing his knee into Sahara’s nose. He drops down and grabs her head from behind while putting her arm between his legs in a cross face submission. He hands are locked over the injured nose that now starts to bleed. He pulls back with all his might as Sahara screams in pain.~

Smith: The tides have turned. Harmony is seconds away from victory.

Hood: Sahara isn’t done yet.

~Sahara begins to drag both her and Harmony closer to the ropes as he continues to pull back with the cross face. She finally reaches out and touches the bottom rope with her fingertips and Tuff forces Harmony to release his grip. Harmony rolls backwards up again to his good foot. Sahara pulls herself up by the bottom rope as he stumbles toward her. She shoulders him in the gut, then lifts, sending him up over the top rope with a back body drop. Harmony lands on his feet on the outside but immediately crumbles to the ground grabbing his ankle. Sahara climbs through the middle rope and stares down at Harmony. She tilts her head slightly and flips her hair back exposing the trickle of blood on her nose. She looks to the ring post and motions like she’s going for a big move.~

Smith: Here she goes again with the high risk—

~Sahara runs toward the buckle. She leaps up onto the top rope, then projects herself backwards with a perfectly executed moonsault onto Harmony.~

Hood: High reward!

~Sahara bounces off of Harmony’s chest momentarily and grabs her midsection in pain. She quickly covers him and demands for Tuff to make the count. She holds Harmony down for 3, 4, even 5 seconds but Tuff refuses to count.~

Smith: This match isn’t falls count anywhere. Sahara has to win it in the ring.

Hood: She has the match won. Sahara can pin her opponent wherever she wants. That idiot needs to do his job while he still has one.

~Sahara gets up, screaming at Tuff. He just shrugs his shoulders while reminding her of the match rules. She grabs Harmony by the head and rolls him under the bottom rope and into the ring. She climbs onto the apron and once again looks to go high risk. She climbs to the top rope as Harmony lies on the mat holding his ankle. She leaps off for the Venom Drop but Harmony moves enough for her to miss. As she lands on her feet, he reaches up and hooks her head between his arms and the shin bone of his good leg.~

Smith: Triangle choke!!!

~Sahara fights to get out of the hold but Harmony has it locked in tight. He presses his shin further into Sahara’s esophagus as she continues to fight the hold. Her face begins turning red as she loses oxygen. Tuff begs for her to give up but she refuses as the air begins to drain from her lungs. Harmony looks to Tuff who doesn’t know what to do. He cinches the lock in even tighter as Sahara passes out. Tuff sees she can’t continue and has no choice but to call for the bell.~

DING DING DING

Belvedere: Here is your winner… the OCW Craze Champion… HARMON “HARMONY” EGAN!!!!!

~Harmony immediately releases the hold as Sahara drops to the mat in a lump. He pushes himself backwards as his music begins to play while medics come to check on both him and Sahara. ~

Smith: Good Lord, what a main event! Sahara just would not give up. She had Harmon on the ropes on several occasions, she just couldn’t find a way to pull it out in the end.

Hood: I’ve called every one of both their matches since they joined OCW, and I can promise you that no one has taken Egan to the limit in the way that Sahara did this evening. Any other night with any other opponent, she’s likely getting her hand raised in victory right now.

Smith: But it wasn’t any other night, and not just any opponent. The Craze Champion has defeated Sahara, extending his record to 8-0 and solidifying himself at the top of the OCW food chain.

~ The camera pans to see THE NICKLEMAN standing atop the ramp with his titles in hand giving a scoff towards the TransAtlantic Champion while the broadcast closes out while medics attend to the wrestlers in the ring. ~

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