OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, April 24th 2017
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~We fast forward nearly a month later. Matt Meyhu is facing Nathan Dravers for a shot at the OCW Savage Championship. It’s a hard fought match, one that showcases Nathan’s skills as an emerging singles threat. Unfortunately for the upstart Dravers boy, Meyhu’s skills and experience were too much, he defeated Nathan Dravers and moved on to – TONIGHT~
~A shot of the OCW Savage Champion Mack O’Connor and Matt Meyhu is shown. We can hear the crowd inside the OCW Arena go wild. We cut to the live feed. The fans are on their feet. We pan the several signs. “MAMMALSAUCE FOR ONLY $9.99!” “THESE WOMEN ARE ATTACKING THEMSELVES!” “MJ BELL SHOULD BE FIRED!” “LET’S GET DISTINGUISHED, BITCHES!” “AIRE RAYDER WILL FLY HIGH” “THE PROFFESOR TAUGHT ME HOW TO MAKE THIS SIGN” the fan has no idea he misspelled professor. “BOB GRENIER HAS A GREAT BEARD!” “DAMIAN K’ WILL KRUSH MAX SHADE!” “STORM LOOKS LIKELY IN KEY WEST TONIGHT” “JOSIE BARNES IS FLEX!” new Jock Reasoning is holding this sign. “THE ICON WILL BE ICONIC” “I HAVE A ROSE FOR RUBY…ITS YELLOW…I HOPE THAT IS OKAY!” “MACK O’CONNOR IS THE OLD OCW’S FINAL HOPE.” “MATT MEYHU IS OCW’S FUTURE.” We cut to the announce table. Hood and Smith look pretty normal. They are in their Massacre clothing and have their typical Monday night expressions~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m Smith and alongside me, as always, is Hood!
Hood: Alongside? How about at your side?
Smith: Does it matter?
Hood: To some it might, Smith and it’s those some we need to reach out and grab
Smith: Whatever. Folks tonight’s show centers around the main event. Tonight we have a potential match of the year…tonight Mack O’Connor defends his OCW Savage Championship against Matt Meyhu
Hood: For the diehard wrestling fans out there…no need for any Viagra tonight, weirdos. This match will have you harder than stale bread!
Smith: Gross…before that match, however, we have several interesting match ups. The second process of elimination match will take place this evening…one of the participants is none other than the OCW Champions, PerZag
Hood: Yea, ole Zag has been off, I think.
Smith: He certainly seems to be a changed man since winning the OCW Title…and not for the better. We’ll also see the undefeated Damian K’ take on Mark Storm
Hood: Which Mark Storm will show up? I’ll be watching the skies later tonight, looking for the answer to that question!
Smith: Great…we’ll also see Ruby Rose take on Shawn Rossdale in a match that could determine April’s newcomer of the month.
Hood: Shit, if it were up to me I’d have given it to Ruby Rose as a signing bonus.
Smith: And that’s why you don’t run things. Josie Barnes the rookie will take on the veteran Annie Alvarez in a very interesting match up.
Hood: How short will Annie’s shorts be tonight? TUNE IN TO FIND OUT
Smith: Bob Grenier looks to get back to his winning ways against the disappointing Kodi Theroux
Hood: Yea, I’ve heard rumors that Kodi Theroux is suffering from a rare condition known as “I suck at my jobitis”
Smith: We certainly don’t need any employees with THAT affliction. And we’ll see three rookies make their debuts as Mammalsauce, Talia Areano, and Tyr Muertos all hope to cash in a debut win tonight on Massacre
Hood: Areano is TITS, man. She’s gonna go far and I’m not just saying that because, ya know
Smith: Yes you are
Hood: Prove it
Smith: No need…big night tonight folks…so let’s get started as Tyr Muertos is set for his debut and that, fans is next!
Tyr Muertos (0-0) vs. “Detective” Jack Puffer (0-3)
~Jack Puffer is in the ring. He looks up into the ceiling and points. He’s detected that a light has gone out. OCW staff rushes to fix the issue~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Aurora, Illinois…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 215lbs…Jack Puffer!!!
~ "Radioactive" by Leo Moracchiol fills the arena as the lights dim and a single light shines on the entrance and a figure wearing a hooded coat and a wolf skull mask stands still as the lights strobe he looks up an intense stare at the ring as the crowd as a mixed reaction for the man~
Belvedere: Coming to the ring from New Orleans LA, The Mask of Death, The man who brings us El Muertos Style, The warrior from afar the one and only…Tyr Muertos!!!!!
~As his name is announced Tyr crouches and spreads his arms in a very Animalistic form before standing and pushing back the hood and mask revealing the war painted face below as he starts to walk down to the ring stalking slowly methodically as he slides under the ropes and into the middle of the ring where he crouches on one knee staring at his opponent waiting for the match to start~
Smith: There he is Hood!
Hood: I know, Puffer is looking sharp…spotted that broken light before anyone else. I am kind of disappointed they dropped ‘Detective’ from his name though
Smith: I’m talking about the debuting Tyr Muertos…he was a pretty major signing
Hood: OH, yea, he’s cool too, man. Can’t wait to see him fuck Puffer’s shit up
~The bell rings~
Smith: Can Jack Puffer stun the rookie, Tyr Muertos?
Hood: In a word? HELLFUCKINGNAW
Smith: Taking liberties with word construction there. That would NOT pass in a game of Scrabble
Hood: The way you play it? The DOUCHE way…yea, I’m sure it wouldn’t
~Puffer approaches Muertos with one hand behind his back and one hand extended. He offers a shake. Muertos slaps his hand away. Puffer’s mouth drops, he’s appalled. He says “Well, my good man, if that’s how it’s going to be than TO THE DEATH I SAY!” He puts his fists up and challenges Muertos to an old fashioned fist fight. Muertos steps in, fists down. Puffer throws some lefts and rights…Muertos dodges each and every one~
Smith: So is Jack Puffer some type of 1920’s boxer now?
Hood: I hear he’s lost his identity and he’s trying to FIND it
Smith: Well, given what we’ve seen from the detective, that will never happen
Hood: So he’ll just be a Lost Soul….hey…WAIT A MINUTE
Smith: No
~Puffer throws a left hand, Muertos catches it. Puffer throws a right…Muertos catches that one. Muertos kicks Puffer in the gut!! Puffer falls into the ropes…he bounces off and Muertos drills him with a spinning heel kick! Puffer lands on the mat roughly and blinks like a confused, bewildered detective~
Smith: Ouch…we’ve heard quite a bit about this Tyr Muertos guy and that didn’t do anything to dismiss the rumors
Hood: What rumors? The rumors that Tyr is short for Tyrannosaurus Rex and that’s why he uses his legs so much? Because his arms are small and useless?
Smith: Not at all!
Hood: Well that’s what I heard, anyway…from his high school volleyball coach. It’s why he stuck to soccer
~Muertos pulls Puffer to his feet and delivers a stiff roundhouse kick to the side of his head! Puffer collapses to the mat. Muertos hurries to the corner and climbs the ropes. He reaches the top and leaps off with a Senton Bomb!! It connects and he goes for the pin. Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Close fall there for Muertos…but you know it’s merely delaying the inevitable
Hood: I think any time Jack Puffer kicks out, that’s a moral victory for the unique detective
Smith: A person has to set realistic goals, Hood
~Muertos rushes back to his feet. He picks Puffer up and lifts him onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. He performs a Fireman’s Carry Toss into a Double Knee Face Smash!!! Puffer is out, laying on his back. Muertos goes for the pin, Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…TYR MUERTOS!!!!!
Smith: Easy win for Tyr Muertos as he looks set to march on in his OCW career
Hood: Jack Puffer continues to search for his first OCW win
Smith: A search that will likely never end
Hood: The life and times of JACK PUFFER
Smith: Indeed…well, folks…
~The commentary team gets cut off by “Lean Back” by Fat Joe as the crowd immediately begins to boo the roof off the OCW Arena. The music plays for a few moments, and no one comes out right away. The fans start to chant “asshole” though as soon as Knux appears wheeling OCW Paradigm Champion the Incredible One down to the ring in a wheelchair~
Smith: This is crazy.
Hood: I know! MJ Bell should be FIRED for what she did to our Paradigm Champion.
Smith: WHAT?! So you’re telling me TIO can cost Bell her OCW title yet she can’t retaliate?
Hood: There’s a difference Smith between a retaliation and ATTEMPTED MURDER!
Smith: TIO is fine. He’s just faking this to get the attention.
Hood: How dare you accuse TIO of faking an injury!
~TIO is decked out with a black eye, stitches from a cut he got on his cheek and also has a crutch with him so he can walk. The Paradigm championship is laying on his lap, with the straps hanging off the sides of the wheelchair as Knux gets the champion to the bottom of the ramp in front of the ring. TIO, with Knux’s help, slowly gets out of the chair and hobbles up the steel steps before Knux helps him get through the ring ropes. TIO limps on his bad leg with the help of his crutch. Knux puts the Paradigm Championship around TIO’s waist before grabbing him a microphone. The music finally dies down as TIO stands there, mic in hand, waiting for the crowd to calm down~
TIO: WOULD YOU PEOPLE SHUT THE FUCK UP I GOT SHIT TO TALK ABOUT!
~This only causes the crowd to jeer even louder, as “go away” chants begin to break out~
TIO: I’m not going anywhere so you all better shut your filthy, southern mouths before I get Knux to go out there and kick every single one of your pathetic asses! …Now, I have a lot to talk about so let’s get straight to the point. First things first… why? Why did I cost MJ Bell her match against PerZag for the OCW Championship? Did you actually pick her as your opponent for your May 1st title defence? I’ll answer both question in the reverse: Yes, I did pick MJ Bell as my opponent. Now I know the few with brains in the crowd may be asking: why MJ? Why not someone easy? The truth is I could’ve picked someone easy. But I didn’t because I want to prove a point… that MJ Bell made the worst decision in her life when she decided to align herself with Chad Vargas and Mack O’Connor.
~TIO pauses for a moment, as the crowd cheers slightly for the sound of the Clientele~
TIO: I have NO IDEA why any of you are cheering right now. THE CLIENTELE IS DEAD! Chad Vargas left because we kicked his ass too many times and he’s butt hurt about it. If you want to see how a salty piece of a shit handles his losses – make sure to keep watching Survivor. It’s pathetic really. On that note though, where is Treat Cassidy? Vargas gone and POOF – the self-proclaimed “best wrestling agent” is gone as well. Sorry Mack O’Connor but the top client is gone so his he. You mean nothing to him and will mean nothing to NO ONE when Matt Meyhu, the Marvel, takes your OCW Savage Championship later tonight. So we drove out Vargas and Cassidy… time to get rid of Ms. Bell… or it was but…
~TIO stops to wave his crutch around and point to his bruised eyes and stitched. He nods to Knux as he comes over and helps TIO lift his shirt to reveal his ribs bandaged up as well~
TIO: I’ll be honest Madeline, you did a number on me. You caught me by surprise and gave me a beating. Did I deserve it? Maybe I did… but it’s an absolute disgrace that you are a two-time OCW Champion and I’m not. You’ve been given chance after chance and finally I AM getting the chances around here! You had to take this one step further though, eh? You couldn’t control that rage inside of you and wait for May 1st, eh? You HAD to hurt me. Well, guess what? Your chance at this title is DONE because the doctor’s have not cleared me for a while, so you will not get your shot at more gold and you all will not get to see me defend my title – I KNOW I KNOW it’s awful but you have no one to blame but Miss Madeline-June Bell. She is the villain here – not me. I am the victim—
~Before TIO can speak any further, he is caught off by the music of OCW’s On Site Manager the Eastern European! The crowd boo’s as EE comes to the ring all smiles, waving to the crowd. TIO looks at Knux confused as EE enters the ring, grabs a microphone and starts to speak~
Eastern European: Ah yes, One who is Incredible, sorry to see you in such pain! I come out here to wish you speedy recovery but also because hands are tied, not really *waves* but because see, if you saw last week, I almost lost job and now I am back. I must be on best behaviour, you understand, so I come out to say you must wrestle.
~The crowd roars in cheers and laughter as TIO’s jaw drops. He stumbles closer to EE, grinding his teeth~
TIO: What do you mean, I have to wrestle? Look at me! I can barely fucking walk and you want me to defend my fucking title. What the hell is wrong with you?! Where is Marcus?!
EE: Please, try and understand ‘Credible. Marcus is not here, no, he is somewhere else, doing Marcus Welsh stuff, but he showed me contract that you have and champion agreement. You have asked for many days off, because you say you are too ‘Credible, which is true! But, contract says you have to defend title. Again, hands are tied, NOT REALLY *waves again* but you have to defend the title next week.
~The crowd cheers and start chanting “EE” as EE gets really excited about this. TIO starts swearing to Knux as EE continues~
EE: Not only that, but Marcus wanted me to inform you, Ms. Bell, and the world that your match next week will not only be for the Paradigm Championship… but the winner will also become the number one contender for the OCW Championship!
~The crowd again erupts in total approval as TIO loses his mind. Knux comes between him and EE as TIO starts yelling into the mic, trying to hobble towards EE~
TIO: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? MY FIRST TRUE CHANCE AT THE OCW CHAMPIONSHIP AND YOU AND MARCUS MAKE ME FIGHT FOR IT IN THIS CONDITION?! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH WHEN I GET—
~TIO’s rant is cut off by “Are You Coming With Me?” by Crown the Empire as MJ Bell makes her way out to the ramp as the crowd erupts~
Hood: SOMEONE STOP HER! She’s going to hurt TIO anymore.
Smith: Anything to get him to STOP – TALKING!
~Bell, steel chair in hand, begins her descent down the ramp, eyeing TIO the entire way down. Knux gets out of the ring and heads toward her as TIO cowers behind EE. Bell throws the steel chair at Knux, who catches it but Bell flies and smashes the chair with a drop kick, that in turn smashes Knux in the head. Knux drops to the ground as Bell grabs the chair and looks at TIO with a smirk. She continues her advance, rolling into the ring as EE tries to leave, not wanting to get in the way. Miraculously, as Bell goes to drive the steel chair into TIO’s head, TIO drops his crutch and without any help, grabs EE and throws him in the way so he catches the steel chair into his head! EE drops as TIO rolls out of the ring while Bell is confused at what transpired. She glares, turning around as TIO grabs Knux and starts screaming “It’s a miracle!”, jumping up and down as if he was just cured. Bell looks annoyed that she didn’t get to TIO as she kneels down to check on EE as the camera’s cut to ringside~
Hood: GOD HAS GRACED US WITH HIS PRESENCE TONIGHT SMITH!
Smith: You actually still believe TIO was hurt this entire time?
Hood: He came to the ring in a wheelchair you idiot and now he can walk. That’s a miracle to me… and now we have MJ assaulting our GM!
Smith: She did not! TIO grabbed the man and used him as a shield!
Hood: TIO loves EE! He just slipped during the Miracle of April 24th!
Smith: Miracle of… oh god.
Hood: OH GOD IS RIGHT! THANK YOU!
Smith: Folks, while our on-site GM the Eastern European is being helped to the back and we restore order inside this ring, let me remind you all about some new merchandise that went for sale earlier today
Hood: Finally, a Hood action figure…does he have the trademark Bitch Slap Smith action sequence?
Smith: No…it’s the official TONY THE SPIDER FANNY PACK
Hood: Oh for fuck’s sake
Smith: So, order yours today for the ultra low price of $14.99!
Hood: THAT'S FUCKING LARCENY
Smith: Tony is currently living in some guy named Emelio's Garage...from what I can gather, anyway. Can't we do a little charity for someone?
Hood: If the guy will buy a new calendar and realize it's 2017 MAYBE he woudln't be living in some fucker's garage. I'm not buying that shit...not ever, NEVER EVER
Smith: That's fine...you wouldn't buy the Owl dolls either and those sold like GANGBUSTERS
Hood: Gang busters...the fuck does that mean, anyway? Like the Compton police going after the inner city gangs, busting them up?
Smith: I have not a clue...anyway, folks...HUGE announcement just moments ago...The Incredible One and MJ Bell will square off, one one one for the Paradigm Championship next week as well as the #1 Contender's spot for the OCW Title
Hood: It's a bad night if your'e an MJ Bell fan...you might not want to tune in on May 1st all your platinum haired weirdos...she's got no friends, no backup...NOTHIN
Smith: She is resourceful...so we'll see how it all shakes out. Anyway, folks...it's time for our next match as Mr. Fanny Pack himself, Tony the Spider takes on the brother of Max Shade...MAMMALSAUCE
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall!!
~The OCW Arena quiets down. Smoke begins to fill the entrance way. “Jump” by Van Halen begins to play. The crowd rises to their feet…they start to throw their heads around to the music. A tiny, round silhouette steps through the smoke. He’s got his circular shades on…his mullet is FULL FORCE and his bright yellow shirt is bright AND yellow. He’s got spandex black shorts on. But, even more impressive, a yellow fanny pack is secured tightly around his waist. He bobs his head like a rooster to the music as he marches to the ring. He slaps hands with fans as a “TONY” chant begins~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Emelio’s Backyard…standing 5’6 and weighing in at a stout 175lbs…Tony the Spider!!!
~”Slam” by Onyx begins to play and Mammalsauce appears from behind the curtain. His eyes are wide as he looks around, taking in the crowd. They give a slight ovation, aware of who he is via his relationship to Max Shade. Mammalsauce nods his head and hustles down the ramp. He spots some fans and walks over to them. He starts talking, loudly with them. Security seems nervous…they rush over and usher Mammalsauce away from the people and toward the ring. He nods his head and says “Aight aight, Imma get there, damn!” He reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 205lbs…Mammalsauce!!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: Tony the Spider against Mammalsauce…it’s moments like these that seriously make me consider a career change.
Hood: What are you talking about? This is OCW at its best!
Smith: I mean, couldn’t this guy have gone with a more suitable in-ring name.
Hood: Like what?
Smith: I don’t know, his actual NAME, maybe?
Hood: Psshh…who wants to go by Andrew when you can be called Mammalsauce!! I hope we bottle that stuff and sell it!
Smith: I sincerely hope that never, ever happens…but, it probably will
Hood: CLASSIC OCW, BABY!
~Mammalsauce and Tony the Spider meet in the middle of the ring. It’s like Silverfreak versus Scott Syren all over again. Mammalsauce looks at Tony and asks “Da fuck’s with your hair?” Tony responds by laughing. Mammalsauce raises an eyebrow…but, soon, he laughs along with Tony~
Smith: What is this? Are they making a mockery of our sport?
Hood: Just two guys enjoying the moment, Smith!
Smith: I’m glad they’re enjoying it cause nobody else is.
Hood: Liar! This crowd is going wild!
~While they aren’t exactly ‘going wild’ the crowd does seem to be interested. Tony continues to laugh, turning his back on Mammalsauce. Mammalsauce stops laughing and shoves Tony from behind! Tony stumbles into the turnbuckles. He turns around and chuckles. He turns at Mammalsauce, diving at his legs. Mammalsauce ducks the lame double leg take down. He drops an elbow across the back of Tony. Tony goes completely motionless on the mat~
Smith: Did…did he just kill Tony the Spider?
Hood: This isn’t exactly Emelio’s Backyard
Smith: Thank goodness for that
Hood: HEY! How do you know Emelio’s backyard isn’t some Hugh Hefner type Oasis, huh?
Smith: Just a hunch
~Mammalsauce looks at Tony, kind of confused. He grabs Tony by the flowing locks of hair he has shooting out from under his short top. Tony pushes Mammalsauce away and laughs! Mammalsauce raises and eyebrow and leaps into the air with a front dropkick into Tony’s PBR filled gut. Tony flies into the corner. He slinks to the mat, apparently knocked out once again~
Smith: Tony the Spider wasn’t dead, after all…or at least not before that kick
Hood: Maybe he’s a masochist
Smith: I couldn’t tell you
Hood: Is that a trait of spiders? Are they masochists painfully crawling through the intricate webs the weave?
Smith: I don’t have any clue, Hood
~Mammalsauce grabs Tony the Spider by the hair and drags him into the center of the ring. Tony continues laughing. Mammalsauce lets go of him and stands back, watching. Tony laughs at the mat, doubled over at the knees. Mammalsauce stands back and waits and waits…Tony just laughs and laughs. Finally, Mammalsauce shrugs and charges in…he delivers a devastating knee strike to the side of Tony’s head!! Tony stops laughing. He flips onto his back. Mammalsauce goes for the pin as Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…MAMMALSAUCE!!!!!
Smith: And Mammalsauce puts Tony the Spider away with…
Hood: Go ahead, say it
Smith: I really don’t want to
Hood: You’re a pro, man. If you don’t say the name it will never get over…it’s your job, man!
Smith: FINE! Mammalsauce puts Tony the Spider away with…Trolling The Announcers By Making Them Say A Long Ass Move Name With The Word Poop In It
Hood: BOOM! The name was longer than the match!
Smith: Sadly…that is accurate…folks, let’s head backstage
~ The cameras go backstage where we find OCW rookie Ruby Rose making her way along, dressed to compete in her third OCW match later tonight. She rounds a corner and comes practically face to face with one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions and the most Distinguished man in OCW - CJ O'Donnell. ~
Oh! Uh… oh…"
~ The much smaller Ruby Rose looks even smaller than usual as she recoils in his larger than life presence. Her eyes shoot downward and she nervously brushes her hair back behind her ear just for something to do with her hands. ~
... hey…"
~ The greeting is quiet and more than a little strained. As CJ O’Donnell looks up and just stares at Ruby. This being their first encounter since they parted ways. ~
“Is that all you have to say for yourself?”
~ CJ obviously is pissed off about what has happened the last week between Ruby and himself. The question draws Ruby's eyes back up to him and she's instantly gone from timid to affronted. ~
What did you just say to me?"
~ CJ rubs his chin and chuckles to himself. ~
“Did I stutter? I asked if that’s all you have to say for yourself? I get back to our place and for a second time you just pack up and leave. No note. Nothing. You really know how to make a guy feel special Ruby.”
Were you drunk when I explained this all to you or are you just trying to make a scene right now? Because that's not what happened and you know it."
“Are you sure? I may have had a drink or five but I am not drunk. Thanks for your concern. I guess I expected more out of you. You are not as innocent and sweet as you portray but that’s fine. I wish you luck in OCW just make sure you say out of my path.”
~ Ruby looks back down, her go-to reaction when a situation is overwhelming for her. For a moment, it almost looks like she's going to cry but she doesn't let it get that far before she makes herself look back up at him. ~
Then I guess we're both disappointed with what we got. Because you're not the man that I thought you were. In fact, I'm starting to wonder if you're even capable of being a man."
~ Her hand raises just a little and she closes it up before letting it fall back down. ~
You're not even worth slapping right now, as badly as I want to. And you're definitely not worth seeing me cry over you."
~ Ruby goes out of her way to round CJ and continue on her way. ~
“Keep walking Ruby. You wanted the asshole well guess what he has returned and is bigger and badder than before. So thank you.”
~ CJ takes a deep breath as he takes a moment and looks at Ruby who is obviously has a bunch of feelings going through her mind right now. ~
“Ruby …”
~ Brief pause from CJ as Ruby just stops walking. ~
“I wish things would have turned out different but I guess everything happens for a reason right?”
~ Ruby takes a deep breath and gives a slow nod. ~
Yeah, it does. The asshole's back. He wasn't there when I needed him, but maybe he will be for the next girl. So, tell her I said she's welcome.”
~ Ruby tries to laugh at the irony of it all, but obviously she wants to do something other than laugh and since she already told CJ he's not worth seeing it, she holds a hand up to stop him from even attempting to respond as she walks away. CJ turns his back to Ruby who is walking down the hallway and goes in the opposite direction as he mumbles these words. ~
“She still wants me. I give her a week or so before she is blowing up my phone.”
~ CJ smirks as you go back to ringside with Hood and Smith. ~
Smith: Well it looks like CJ O'Donnell and Ruby Rose are no longer an item
Hood: Step 1 is complete...now all I have to do is swoop in and...
Smith: You have no shot
Hood: Don't dash my dreams, Smith!
Smith: Why don't you try someone else...someone more your speed...how about...Peaches
Hood: That skank O'Connor has been banging? NO WAY
Smith: I'm just saying...Ruby Rose will be in high demand now that she's single...you, well, you're not exactly what she's looking for
Hood: Your words...they cut deep
Smith: Apologies my friend...but, hey, good news...we've got some more wrestling!
Hood: Fuck my life
Smith: Talia Areano makes her debut, next!
Hood: Oh, hey, I saw her picture on the site the other day...she's hot! I'm starting to feel better already!
~Shootah is in the ring. He’s wearing riot gear. It’s a new look…a safer look. Shootah has taken quite a beating the past few weeks~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Hollywood, California…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 180lbs…Shootah!!!
~”Taking Over Me” by Evanescence begins to play. Talia Areano appears from behind the curtain. She smiles toward the OCW crowd. They respond with a nice ovation. She heads down to the ring eager for her debut. She rushes up the steps and into the ring~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Buenos Aires, Argentina…by way of Mexico City…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 125lbs…Talia Areano!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: This is a debut we’ve been awaiting for over a month, Hood.
Hood: Yea, she’s supposed to be pretty good…the least she can do is get past Shootah. I heard he was caught snooping around a preschool playground and got his ass kicked!
Smith: Angry parents?
Hood: No, by the students!
~Talia steps toward Shootah with her arms out, ready for a lock up. Shootah yells at her to STAND BACK. He pulls a nightstick out and points it at her. “Don’t come ANY closer, yo!” he screams. She pauses and looks at Scruff. Scruff approaches Shootah and asks him to put the stick down. Shootah points the stick at Scruff, “Listen, B, Imma club you upside yo bum head, I don’t care if we shared a dumpster before! Back the fuck up, yo!”~
Smith: I think Shootah has snapped
Hood: This pro wrestling stuff is too much for the amateur porn director
Smith: I’m not sure how much directing he did, Hood. I think he was more or less John E Depth’s errand boy
Hood: How directing do you have to do for porn? “Alright, on the count of three, you two fuck…one, two, three!”
~Scruff backs up. Shootah twirls his night stick around. Areano backs away, not wanting to get hit. He grows with some confidence. The weapon in his hand is giving him the type of power he wished he had with his fists, arms and legs. He twirls it some more…he’s like MICHELANGELO THE NINJA TURTLE! Suddenly, CRACK!! He loses control and it smashes into his helmet, shattered the glass face protector. He staggers into the corner, dropping the stick. Scruff kicks it out of the ring. Areano rushes in and shoves the helmet off of Shootah’s head. She then peppers him with slaps and backhands, repeatedly~
Smith: So much for Shootah the SWAT team member
Hood: The guy should live in a padded room. Not for our protection…but for his
Smith: No kidding, Hood…that’s why the walls are padded
Hood: Hmm, you make a good point
~Shootah finally shoves her away. He holds his face in pain. He climbs the turnbuckles with his back to Areano. It’s like he’s climbing to get away. Areano runs in and grabs hold of his leg. He tries to kick her away. His leg gets free and he turns around, seated on the top turnbuckle, facing Areano. Areano drills him in the gut with a punch…he falls over, hanging upside down in the corner, with his back facing the ring. Areano looks out to the crowd…they go wild, cheering for the popular newcomer~
Smith: Here comes one of Talia’s trademark maneuvers…Argentina Train!
Hood: They have trains in Argentina?
Smith: Yes
Hood: I thought they traveled in boats and by foot
~She runs into the opposite corner…builds up some steam and sprints forward…she leaps into the air and slams both knees into Shootah’s back!!! Shootah falls head first into the mat. He rolls over onto his back and, in a strange transition winds up on his feet. He’s out, however…like he’s sleep walking. Talia does him a super cool favor. She puts him on his back where he can be more comfortable via a KNOCK OUT PUNCH!! Shootah stiffens up and falls back like a board. He lands hard with the fans chanting “TALIA!”~
Smith: She’s handling Shootah with ease…just what we all hoped to see in her debut
Hood: I bet Shootah doesn’t even have insurance
Smith: Of course he does…he just has to go see The Knife Man
Hood: Yeesh…pick your poison, I guess
~Talia thinks about a pin but isn’t done showing off her move set. She yanks Shootah to his feet and hooks his head under her arm like she’s going for a Stunner. She runs into the ropes, climbs them with her feet and kicks off, flipping over Shootah’s body and dropping him with Sliced Break #2!!!! Shootah is out, Talia pins him and Scruff counts~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings with the crowd chanting “AREANO!”~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…TALIA AREANO!!!!!
Smith: Wow!! Domination! Talia Areano is everything we hoped for and THEN some
Hood: What’s the some?
Smith: Well, you know, she’s just better than I expected?
Hood: The fuck were you expecting?
Smith: I’m not playing this game with you…folks, Talia Areano is off to a great start in her OCW career and we expect continued success from her moving forward. For now…however, we need to cut backstage!
~We cut to a shot from earlier in the day. GM Marcus Welsh is exiting his office with a look of frustration on his face. We over hear him cursing his situation~
Marcus Welsh: Stupid Eastern European…he screws everything up. If I can’t get this reversed it’s going to be the ruination of OCW…
~He comes to a stop when his face meets the chest of an intimidating specimen. Welsh’s eyes move up and he spots a hooded figure looking down on him. The hood is flipped back to reveal the OCW Champion, PerZag!! He looks down at Welsh, breathing heavily~
Marcus Welsh: PerZag…CHAMP! What’s going on?
PerZag: You promised me a favor after the Alice Knight debacle…after she pinned Bob Grenier. You promised me a gift. I want the promise fulfilled.
Marcus Welsh: This? Again? I’m sorry, but I’m just a little too preoccupied to worry about some meaningless gift. You’ve got the OCW Title…you’ve got what you wanted all along, so just drop it, okay?
~Calmly, Zag places his giant, scarred hand on Welsh’s shoulder. Welsh looks at it and back up at Zag~
Marcus Welsh: What do you want?
PerZag: You know what I want.
Marcus Welsh: Not that. Anything but that.
PerZag: It’s got to be that, anything else and…
~Zag rolls his hand over and he grips Welsh’s shoulder. In the background we see the faceless men creep up. Welsh motions for them to hang back~
Marcus Welsh: Fine…I’ll, I’ll work on it.
PerZag: You’ve got by June 19th. As a matter of fact, June 19th could be the fulfillment date…what do you think?
Marcus Welsh: Yea, sure we could work something out
~PerZag slides his hand off Welsh’s shoulder and he turns around. He looks at the faceless men, ready to fight them. They back off into the shadows, clearing out. Zag throws the hood over his head and he exits. Welsh leans against the wall and shakes his head, sighing with relief. We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: Well that was, bullying or intimidation at its finest
Hood: Fucking Welsh…just giving into the whims of a daman Australian. All because of that terrible Alice Knight
Smith: I wonder what PerZag wants?
Hood: Probably an OCW event in Australia and, if that’s the case, I’m with Welsh…ANYTHING BUT THAT
Smith: I think it’s something different…sounds like it could be the return or debut of someone…
Hood: Hmm…intriguing
Smith: Indeed! Well folks…up next we’ve got the former OCW Champion, Bob Grenier looking to snap his losing streak as he takes on Kodi Theroux…let’s head down to ringside!
~Kodi Theroux is already in the ring. He looks like he has a lot of tattoos and a bad haircut~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first, from Tampa, Florida…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 215lbs….Kodi Theroux!!!
~Smart Went Crazy begins echoes throughout the arena and Bob Grenier makes his way out to a nice ovation. He slaps the hands of his fans while he mouths the words of the song to himself, about half way down the aisle he stops and looks up and throws both hands in the air in tribute to his deceased relatives. He looks directly into the OCW camera and then playfully turns it towards the audience before he slides under the bottom rope. The fans continue to cheer as he sits on the top turnbuckle silently awaiting his opponent~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Timmins, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs…he is a former OCW Champion…Bob Grenier!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: Is this a must win for Bob Grenier?
Hood: Fuck no…dude’s already won the OCW Championship…his legacy is LOCKED. It’s all icing on the cake from this point forward.
Smith: Good point…what about Kodi Theroux?
Hood: I don’t really give a shit…I hope Grenier beats the tattoos right off his weird looking body
Smith: Okay then!
~The crowd is fired up. They’re in a frenzy for Grenier. “BOB! BOB!” “EH, GRENIER, EH!” chants consume the arena. Bob looks around and smiles. He appreciates the OCW fans as much as they appreciate him. Kodi sneers at the ovation. He steps into the middle of the ring and points in Bob’s face. He says things like “It’s my time, old man!” Bob nods and points out to the crowd~
Smith: I know Kodi is talented…but he might want to slow down for a second and realize who he’s in the ring with
Hood: Yea, those people aren’t cheering for Bob because he has a bitching beard
Smith: You like that beard?
Hood: KEEP THE BEARD, BOB…KEEEEP IT
~Kodi knocks Grenier’s arm down and slaps him across the face. The crowd BOOOOOOOS. Bob grabs the part of his face where the slap landed. He smiles and turns around. Kodi extends his arms, inviting Bob to hit him back. “Alright,” Bob responds. He jabs a finger into Kodi’s eye!! Kodi doubles over, holding his face. “You like that you fucking CHODE?” Grenier lifts Kodi up, onto his shoulders…he poses for the crowd. The go wild. He then drops Kodi with the Hollinger Park Hangman!!! The crowd goes WILD!! Bob casually leans back on Kodi’s chest as Scruff counts~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings as the crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….the former OCW Champion…BOB GRENIER!!!!!
Smith: Wow!! Bob Grenier just showed Kodi Theroux a thing or two in manners!
Hood: Manners? He poked him in the eye and THEN called him a chode
Smith: Well, you know what I mean
Hood: Obviously I don’t
Smith: That was a much needed performance from Bob…he looked great, like the old Bob. Could this be the start of a resurgence?
Hood: I sure fucking hope so…OCW is a much cooler place when Bob Grenier is at the top of the card
Smith: I can’t argue that…congratulations Bob and good luck moving forward! Alright folks, let’s head backstage!
~We cut backstage into an investigation room. The Knife Man, Cap Slock, Who’Re, AKB, Jones, and a very bruised up Jack Puffer are all staring at a bulletin board. Several pictures are stuck into the board with tacks. The first picture is of Josie Barnes. It’s got an X through it. The next is of MJ Bell, it’s got an X through it. We see a picture of Ruby Rose. The group mulls the collage of photos over~
Cap Slock: I’M DOWN RIGHT CONFUSED. IF IT ISN’T MJ BELL THEN WHO IS IT? WHO IS ATTACKING ALL THESE WOMEN?
AKB: My money is on the one with the nice ass
Jack Puffer: I detect that they all have nice asses
AKB; Well, you know, the nicest ass
~AKB releases a trail of smoke from his latest inhalation. Who’Re looks down at her ass~
AKB: Relax, I’m not talking about you. Since Ruby Rose joined…your ass, as spectacular as it is…is now number two.
Who’Re: Well Nathan thinks…
Cap Slock: CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS ON THE TOPIC AT HAND.
The Knife Man: The good captain is right. I’m afraid now is not the time for humorous banter. Have we looked into the lovely Miss Spritz as a potential attacker?
~Everyone stops and thinks for a moment~
Cap Slock: I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT IDEA HAD NEVER ENTERED MY MIND.
~Puffer’s hand reaches up. He stabs a picture of Talia Areano on the board. Cap Slock tears it down~
Cap Slock: THAT IS TALIA AREANO NOT JADE SPRITZ. FOR THE LOVE, MAN.
~Everyone in the room orders Puffer to stand in the back. The Knife Man reaches back, everyone in the room scatters. He IMPALES a picture of Jade Spritz at the top of the board with his giant, menacing knife. She’s the number one suspect. We CUT back to ringside~
Smith: It appears as though we have a new leading suspect…the seductive Jade Spritz!
Hood: I say put them all in a mud pit and let them go at it!
Smith: Well, that’s not happening. Regardless…we need to figure this out before anymore attacks happen
Hood: Why? I think it’s fun!
Smith: That’s because you’re not the one getting hit in the head after a match…anyway, folks, it’s time for our next match as Ruby Rose takes on Shawn Rossdale!! Let’s head down to ringside!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall!
~The lights go really bright, almost to the point where you think they might blow, but then they slowly dim. It goes black briefly for about 3 seconds then a light green fog settles around the entrance area. Then "Inside Us All" by Creed hits with the picking going on. Shawn Rossdale appears after a couple seconds. He stands at the top, with his hands on his hips, then points to everyone in the crowd in a round about way. Then points to the ring and power walks his way down the ramp slapping hands with whoever he can on the way down. Once he gets to the ring he hops up and jumps over the top rope. Does jumps again with his hands out and when he lands in a wide stance pyro go off of green and white just as "is it really worth it all" lyrics hit for the first time in the song. He then smiles and points to various people in the crowd, smiling and winking~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Primrose Hill, London, England…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 205lbs…”The Icon” Shawn Rossdale!!!
~"Hello" by Karmin pumps through the speakers as Ruby Rose struts her way out, popping her hip and flipping her hair as she swivels her way into a sideways stance at the top of the stage. She greets the fans with a bright, cheery smile and performs a little dip before skipping her way down to the ring. She interrupts her skip long enough to slap a few outstretched hands on her way. Hustling up the ring steps, she ducks into the ring under the middle rope and repeats her stage pose in the center of the ring.~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Rose, Nebraska…standing 5’1 and weighing in at 110lbs…Ruby Rose!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: Huge match up, Hood. Ruby Rose, a highly touted signing, has won her first two matches in OCW and proven to be everything we hoped she’d be. Shawn Rossdale another major signing demolished Tony the Spider last week and looks to impress again this week.
Hood: Tony the Spider was screwed!
Smith: I don’t think you’ll get very far with that argument. Regardless…the winner of this match will skyrocket up the OCW standings.
Hood: Well, Ruby is super-hot…so I’m going for her
Smith: A man’s gotta have a code, I guess
~Rossdales steps to the center of the ring and extends his hand. Ruby looks down and cautiously approaches. The fans seem anxious. Ruby looks around, unsure whether or not to shake it~
Smith: C’mon, shake his hand!
Hood: Oh no, that’s what got Tony the Spider screwed
Smith: Tony the Spider LAUGHED in Rossdale’s face...multiple times. He had it coming
Hood: Nobody deserves to be screwed, Smith…well, maybe hookers.
~Rose extends her hand and shakes Rossdale’s. The crowd applauds the show of good sportsmanship. Their shake breaks and Rose let’s her guard down for a minute. Rossdale lifts his leg for Distortion! She quickly notices what he’s doing and backs away, sliding out under the bottom rope. Rossdale brings his leg down and smiles, looking out at Rose~
Smith: I’m not sure if Rossdale intended on striking Ruby with Distortion or if he was merely letting her know it could strike at any time
Hood: OR maybe he had a cramp in his leg
Smith: These are finely tuned athletes, Hood. They don’t cramp up five seconds into a match
Hood: He could have been furiously masturbating backstage before the match
Smith: I HIGHLY doubt that
~Rose climbs onto the apron, ready to begin the match. Rossdale charges at her…she slides in under the bottom rope, between his legs. She pops to her feet and sprints across the ring…she hits the ropes and bounces off. Rossdale turns around and is met with a dropkick!! He staggers into the ropes and ricochets off…Rose gets back to her feet and drills him in the face with a spinning heel kick!!! Rossdale goes to the mat and rolls out of the ring! The fans go wild chanting “RUBY! RUBY!” She crouches in a ‘ready’ position, keeping an eye on Rossdale. He holds his jaw in pain and looks up at Ruby with surprise~
Smith: I don’t think The Icon was expecting that!
Hood: Ruby has got those kicks down…and I can see where she gets the power from…that finely tuned…
Smith: Easy…eeeassyyy
Hood: Sorry…but if you want me to focus on the match then you need to tell Ruby to wear longer shorts
~Rossdale hops back onto the apron. He seems anxious, expecting Ruby to attack him. Ruby allows him safe entry. He steps through and the two circle one another. Rossdale lunges forward to lock up…Ruby dodges his arms and runs into the ropes. Rossdale turns around and Ruby leaps into the air, locking her legs around his head…she goes for a Hurricanrana but Rossdale holds on. Rossdale hooks Ruby’s legs under his arms and falls back for a catapult. Ruby flies through the air, near a corner…she lands on the top buckle with her back to Rossdale. Rossdale turns around, on his feet, facing Ruby…she jumps off with a moon sault. Rossdale catches her across his shoulder and drops her to the mat with a powerslam!~
Smith: Nice sequence there…you’ve got the speed and quickness of Ruby against the size advantage of Shawn Rossdale
Hood: What do you think the odds are of a girl like Ruby going out on a date with a guy like me?
Smith: One in a million, Hood
Hood: Fuck yea, a chance
~Rossdale returns to his feet. He drops a quick leg across the neck and chest of Ruby. He goes for a pin. Scruff slides in with the count~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Way too early for that…Ruby Rose is a major contender for Newcomer of the Month
Hood: So is that hot, young rookie Scott Syren
Smith: He’s in a dungeon! And he’s a twenty year OCW veteran
Hood: Damn, sorry…must have got my facts crossed up
~Rossdale takes it in stride. He pulls Ruby to her feet and picks her up. He drops her back to the mat with a scoop slam. He backs into a corner and measures Ruby up. He paces out of the corner and lifts a knee…he jumps into the air, dropping the knee down…Ruby rolls out of the way! Shawn’s knee jams into the mat!! He holds it in pain as Ruby returns to her feet. Shawn sits up, clutching his left knee. Ruby lunges out at Shawn, kneeing him in the face! Shawn falls to the mat, flat on his back~
Smith: A miscalculation by The Icon cost him dearly…now Ruby is in control
Hood: Yea, I don’t know why the guy doesn’t just sit on her…he’s like twice her size
Smith: Because he’s a competitor…he’s trying to display his array of offense
Hood: Oh, is this Cirque du fucking Soleil?
Smith: No, but I love that show
Hood: Oh, so this ISN’T a talent show…this is a competition, where you get over by WINNING…so, yea, fuck that showing off…just apply a headlock and lean on the bitch
~Ruby positions her back toward Shawn…she does a back handspring and slams her knees right into Shawn’s gut. Rossdale rolls onto his front, holding his stomach in pain. He staggers to his feet, stumbling…Ruby is behind him…she runs into the ropes, leaps off the middle rope, turns around in midair, grabs Rossdale’s head and slams him into the mat with a bulldog! The fans are on their feet cheering for the undefeated Ruby Rose~
Smith: Ruby Rose is in total control…that missed knee is really coming back to haunt The Icon
Hood: Can we stop calling him The Icon? He’s getting his ass kicked by a cheerleader
Smith: She’s a finely turned professional athlete, Hood! I bet she could kick your butt!
Hood: I’d pay good money for that
Smith: Disgusting
~The crowd begins to boo. Ruby’s concentration is broken. She looks up the ramp. Jade Spritz emerges. She’s watching Ruby’s match with a sleazy grin. Ruby shakes her head in frustration~
Smith: What is she doing out here? She’s not even booked!
Hood: She’s going to attack Ruby! Now that she’s been outed as the attacker…why hide?
Smith: Hmm, you could be right…
~Suddenly, OCW Security comes out and grabs Jade. She tries to fight them off, but they are too much. They drag her back through the curtains as the OCW fans go wild. Ruby nods and claps~
Smith: Alright! Finally, some justice…they are going to prevent Jade from attacking another female competitor
Hood: Damn…I’m kinda bummed
~Ruby backs into a corner. She hops onto the middle buckle and waits, poised. Rossdale gets to his feet and he turns around, facing Ruby. She leaps off jamming her knees into his chest…she goes down, slamming Rossdale into the mat. His legs kick up and she grabs one of them, pinning The Icon to the mat. Scruff slides in for the count~
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2!
Kick Out!!!
Smith: Ohhhh, so close!
Hood: It may be an ass kicking…but it’s probably the best ass kicking Shawn Rossdale will ever experience
Smith: Ugh, can you PLEASE stop objectifying Miss Rose?
Hood: Only if she’ll stop looking so damn HOT
Smith: Can we turn his mic off?
~Rossdale kicks out with force. Ruby tries to crawl off, but he holds onto her legs and sits up. She’s hanging over his head…he climbs to his feet with Ruby hanging down his back…he’s got her legs hooked. He flings her down for a Alabama Slam….but, on her way down, Ruby grabs Shawn’s head and drops him with a DDT!!! He flops over, she covers Rossdale for the pin~
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2!
Shoulder Up!!!
Smith: Wow!!
Hood: No shit…damn, that’s one athletic bitch
Smith: Could you PLEASE refer to her as a wrestler
Hood: Damn, excuse me Oprah
Smith: I have no problem being called that. I LOVE Oprah!
~Rossdale is slow to his feet…Ruby is already on hers. She’s not letting the near falls get her down, she’s remaining focused. She runs at Shawn and throws a shining wizard at his head…he blocks and catches her leg. She hops around on one leg…he sweeps that and hooks it…he’s got both her legs under his arms. He spins her around for a few moments, creating some disorientation…he then hoists her over his head and runs into a corner…he slams her into the buckles with an Alabama Slam!! The crowd cringes as he backs away and bends over at the waist, catching his breath~
Smith: Ouch…absolutely brutal
Hood: It’s about time the man took control
Smith: This isn’t the 50’s, Hood!
Hood: But it’s still A MAN’S WORLD
~Ruby is slouched down, her arms are draped over the middle ropes. Shawn grabs her by the hair and yanks her out of the corner. He hooks her waists, lifts her up and power bombs her into the mat. The crowd has gone quiet. They like Shawn…but they also like Ruby. They’re not sure how to feel…they are BI-CURIOUS…or something…in regards to their fandom~
Smith: Shawn’s a great guy who’s overcome a lot in his personal life. He’s really in a tough situation…it’s hard to come off likable in a match like this.
Hood: So, what are you saying, Smith? What’s this IMPLICATION?
Smith: Uhh…that Shawn Rossdale got an unlucky draw?
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
Smith: That’s NOT what I was insinuating
~Rossdale pulls Ruby to his feet. He’s okay with the crowd’s reaction…it’s business and he isn’t doing anything wrong. He hooks Ruby’s head under his arm and lifts her up, vertically in the air. He then drops her with a simple suplex. He picks her back up and lifts her up under his arm…Shawn then drills Ruby’s back into his knee with a backbreaker. The crowd seems sad for Ruby~
Smith: The Icon in total control at this point…it’s hard for me to see Ruby bouncing back from this.
Hood: What is it with stones? We had the damn Emerald and now a girl named Ruby…you just KNOW someone named the fucking Diamond is gonna stroll through here
Smith: You’re probably right about that
Hood: And he’ll suck, most likely
~Shawn stands Ruby up. She’s wobbly…he throws Distortion at her!! She ducks and rolls Shawn up!! Scruff slides in with the count~
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2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Ruby nearly shocked The Icon!
Hood: Damn, dude needs to be more careful…that’s like leaving your wallet out with a woman around…BIG mistake
Smith: STOP IT
~Shawn’s kickout sends Ruby to her feet. She runs into the ropes. Shawn gets to his feet. Ruby bounces off and leaps into the air with a cross body. Shawn catches her and tosses her onto his shoulders. She squirms and tries to escape…he tries for a DVD but she blocks that with elbows. She keeps elbowing him in the head. Finally, he just jumps back and smashes Ruby with a Samoan Drop!!! She’s laid out as Shawn sits up, catching his breath yet again~
Smith: The longer this match goes…the better for Ruby?
Hood: Maybe…Shawn sure does seem to be winded out there…perhaps it’s the drug abuse
Smith: That was years ago!!
Hood: Old habits never go away…they merely take vacations, Smith
~Shawn returns to his feet. He grabs Ruby and picks her up…he sets her on top of the corner. He takes a few steps back and rushes in…she leaps off with a top rope Lou Thesz Press!!! She slams Shawn into the mat and punches away at his head…the crowd goes wild with “RUBY!” chants. She rolls off of Shawn and stands, poised in the corner. Shawn is dazed…he’s CONFUSED? He sits up, shaking his head…he slowly reaches his feet~
Smith: Ruby could win it here!!
Hood: This might drive The Icon back to the needle
Smith: Please don’t say awful things like that
Hood: What? I heard he’s diabetic
Smith: That’s not any better
~She runs toward Shawn…she kicks him in the gut and grabs his head…she goes for the Jumping Swinging Implant DDT!! Shawn senses what’s happening and he puts his hands into her stomach and shoves her off!! She flies high into the air and pancakes onto the mat!! She grabs her face in pain as her blonde hair shakes around wildly. The fans boo, slightly. Shawn backs into a corner, shaking his head and blinking his eyes~
Smith: OUCH…poor Ruby, that had to hurt
Hood: I don’t know what the fuck these fans are booing for…that was a hell of a move
Smith: It’s instinct…we all love Ruby!
Hood: Does Ruby know you love her?
Smith: I didn’t mean it that way!
~He steps forward, snapping into a more decisive, don’t five a fuck motion. He grabs Ruby by the hair and hooks her for a Russian leg sweep. Instead of going backwards, he slams her face first into the mat for the second time in a row…this time with a face first Russian Leg Sweep!!! Ruby is motionless, face down. Shawn stands up and closes his eyes, perhaps centering himself. He takes a few steps back and sets, poised for Distortion~
Smith: This could be it…Rose is in a bad away and Rossdale is poised to end it with his finisher, Distortion
Hood: Did he slip on a banana peel? That wasn’t a Russian Leg Sweep!
Smith: NO…that’s his set up…a front face Russian Leg Sweep he calls Shaped Perfection
Hood: Why would you shape perfection? Isn’t perfection…perfect?
Smith: Just shut up, please
~Ruby slowly reaches her feet…she’s out. She turns around. Shawn lunges forward with a superkick…Ruby ducks!!! Shawn staggers into a corner…he turns around and is double kicked in the chest!! He flies into the turnbuckles with his head whiplashing back. Ruby is on her back, wincing…she musters up the strength with the crowd chanting her name. She kips up and runs into a corner…she charges in and drives both knees into Shawn’s face!!! Shawn staggers out of the corner, toward the center of the ring as the crowd is on fire~
Smith: Here we go!!! C’mon, Ruby!
Hood: Wow, BONER alert
Smith: That is an UNTRUE statement
Hood: Oh, so you think she’s ugly?
Smith: I…I didn’t say that either…she’s very attractive
Hood: Ohhh…so boner alert!
Smith: We could do this all night
Hood: I bet you’d like to…uhh…with her, of course
Smith: BACK TO THE ACTION
~Ruby hops onto the middle rope and leaps off looking for her Jumping Swinging Implant DDT…Shawn shoves her off, not nearly as violently. She staggers back and rushes in, as she does Shawn SMACKS her in the face with Distortion!!! Ruby falls flat on her back. Shawn falls on top of Ruby with a cover, Scruff makes the count~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings as the crowd seems down over the result~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…”THE ICON” SHAWN ROSSDALE!!!!!
Smith: Wow! Excellent win for The Icon…I thought Ruby had him
Hood: Same here…guy came back and hit that Distortion kick out of nowhere…great win for this Icon guy
Smith: Indeed…tough loss for Ruby but she’s still looking like a star in the making
Hood: Yea, she’s pretty good…just needs some seasoning…in due time she could be one of our best…LOOKING as well
Smith: Yea, sure…regardless…it was a great match with two of OCW’s best and brightest upcoming stars…anyway, folks, let’s head backstage!
~We cut backstage where an irate Jade Spritz is SCREAMING at OCW officials. Cap Slock walks up~
Cap Slock: MISS SPRITZ. WE ARE SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE BUT WE HAVE SOME QUESTIONS WE’D LIKE TO ASK YOU. FOLLOW ME, PLEASE.
Jade Spritz: What is this all about?
Cap Slock: WE FEEL YOU COULD BE INVOLVED IN THESE ANONYMOUS ATTACKS. YOUR PRESENCE DURING RUBY ROSE’S MATCH STRENGTHENS THAT THEORY. SO, PLEASE, COME WITH ME. I WON’T ASK CALMLY AGAIN.
Jade Spritz: This is a waste of time. I’m going to speak with Marcus Welsh about this.
Cap Slock: WE’LL BE THE JUDGE OF THAT, MISS SPRITZ. NOW, PLEASE THIS WAY. WOULD YOU LIKE A SODA OR SOMETHING?
~Spritz ignores his latest comment…possibly hoping he’ll just shut up. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: it appears we could have a break in the case by the end of the evening!
Hood: Spritz is obviously guilty. Did you see how angry she made Cap Slock with her guilty behavior?
Smith: He seemed pretty laid back to me, aside from the way he talks
Hood: I guess…
Smith: Alright folks…up next we’ve got Josie Barnes, the rookie, taking on the ten year veteran, Annie Alvarez! Let’s head down to ringside!
Josie Barnes (1-0) vs. Annie Alvarez (2-2)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall!!
~”The Fighter” by In This Moment begins to play as the fans jump to their feet and cheer. Josie Barnes emerges from behind the curtain and makes her way to the ring. She seems to have a bit more confidence this week versus last. She looks around, cautiously, obviously aware that an attacker is on the loose. She enters into the ring where her demeanor changes…she visibly becomes more comfortable~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Lily, Georgia…standing 5’2 and weighing in at 118lbs…Josie Barnes!!!
~”Girl all the Bad Guys want” by Bowling for Soup begins to play. The fans give a nice ovation for the OCW veteran, Annie Alvarez. She appears from behind the curtain with PLETHORA the Perilous following her close behind. She has some tight booty shorts on and a CLASSIC OCW, BABY t-shirt knotted up at the waist. She slides into the ring, gets to her knees and looks up, smiling at Barnes. Plethora perilously hangs around the ringside~
Belvedere: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California…standing 5’5 and weighing in at 125lbs…Annie Alvarez!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: We haven’t seen Annie perform in quite some time
Hood: Oh how I’ve missed that ASS
Smith: Stop it. She took some time off for personal reasons, I believe…but now she’s back. And, it doesn’t get any easier as she faces one of OCW’s top, new faces…Josie Barnes
Hood: As much as I dig me some Annie…I may have to trade her in for Josie. Young always trumps old, Smith.
~Barnes approaches Annie timorously. Annie is quite the opposite. Annie gives Josie a slap across the face. She smiles and yells some tough words at the rookie. Josie looks up with a hint of fear in her eyes. She wonders what she’s gotten herself into. Annie slaps her again! Josie staggers back, cowering a bit. Annie goes off on Josie slapping her over and over again, backing her into a corner. Once in the corner Annie begins to lift knees into Josie’s midsection~
Smith: The veteran Annie Alvarez sensing weakness in Josie Barnes
Hood: Yea, well, Josie is a rookie…and Annie has been around the block SEVERAL times…IF ya know what I mean
Smith: We all know she has tremendous cardio, Hood
Hood: Which you evidently don’t
~Annie grabs Josie by the hair and tosses her into the middle of the ring. Josie tumbles head over heels. She winds up on her ass with her back to Annie. Annie hops onto the middle rope and leaps off…she drives a forearm into the back of Josie’s neck!! Josie leans forward and rolls over, holding her neck in pain~
Smith: Unique offense by Annie Alvarez
Hood: She’s a veteran, Smith…wow, feels like we’ve said that a hundred times already…BUT she IS a veteran which means she’s comfortable in that ring.
Smith: Indeed
Hood: And, when you’re comfortable you’re up for new things…you beyond the missionary position
Smith: Thanks for that
~Annie gets back to her feet and she arrogantly kicks Josie with her foot…she shoves her like a piece of trash toward the ropes eventually kicking her off the apron and to the floor. Josie lands harshly on the outside…she remains face down as the fans boo Annie’s actions. Annie just shrugs and smiles…she sticks her ass out in those booty shorts. A few of the boos turn into disgusting groans~
Smith: Annie is taking Josie to school thus far
Hood: She didn’t learn anything like this in that Squares of Wrestling Alliance…bunch of nerds over there, from what I hear
Smith: SQUIRES of wrestling ACADEMY
Hood: Are you sure?
Smith: Surer than you are
~Plethora stands, curiously near the steps, looking over at Josie. She sits up and backs against the barricade. She continues to seem uncertain. Annie looks from inside the ring and shakes her head. Plethora walks over and seems to almost console Josie. Josie looks at him strangely. She slowly stands as his body motion encourages her to get back into the ring. The fans get behind her “JOSIE! JOSIE!” She stands and turns her attention to the ring…as she does Annie comes flying over the top with a plancha!! She falls right on top of Josie wiping her out! Annie heads over to Plethora and starts bitching him out~
Smith: Well Annie isn’t happy
Hood: No shit…that calendar challenged moron was helping her opponent
Smith: Calendar challenged?
Hood: Fucker thinks it’s Halloween in APRIL…APRIL, SMITH, APRIL!
~Plethora holds his arms up, ready to get the raging woman away from him. Annie stomps her foot and turns around. As she does, she’s met with a roundhouse kick from Josie!!! It staggers Annie toward the apron!! Annie doesn’t know what hit her. Josie, on the other hand, is beginning to wake up. She lunges forward with a forearm into Annie’s face! She then rolls Annie back into the ring as the fans cheer. Plethora even nods with satisfaction as Josie smiles in his direction~
Smith: There we go! C’mon, Josie!!
Hood: Annie is gonna get you man…you never cross Annie Alvarez
Smith: I’m sorry…but I hate seeing a rookie get treated in such a disrespectful manner…without rookies, there’s be no future
Hood: What are you talking about? As long as Scott Syren breathes rookies are useless
~Josie slides back into the ring. Annie gets to her feet and tries to grab Josie. Josie stands and swats Annie’s arms away. Josie lunges forward with a head butt!!! Annie staggers back! Josie leaps into the air and kicks Annie in the face with a dropkick!! Annie falls to the mat, harshly. Josie pops back to her feet and starts to feed off the crowd~
Smith: We could be witnessing the rise of a star
Hood: Stars don’t rise Smith, they fall
Smith: That doesn’t make any sense…how do they get up there, then?
Hood: I don’t know…do I look like some nerd with a telescope? I just know I’ve never heard of any stars RISING through the sky
~Josie backs into a corner. Annie gets to her feet and Josie charges in. Annie surprises Josie by grabbing her and tossing Josie over her head with a belly to belly! Josie’s back hits the mat hard…she slides into a corner. Her legs hang out over the apron with the post in between them. Annie rolls out of the ring…Plethora is standing nearby, looking concerned. Annie yells at him to get back. She grabs both of Josie’s legs~
Smith: What is she going to do?
Hood: If that pole weren’t in the way
Smith: HOOD!
Hood: Hey, I wouldn’t put ANYthing past Annie…first time I’ve ever begrudged a pole being near a hot woman
~Annie slams Josie’s left leg into the post. She the lifts her leg up, wraps Josie’s legs around and locks a Figure Four in around the post. Plethora stands back, looking concerned. Josie yells from inside the ring as Scruff slides out…he tries to get Annie to let go, but she’s really cranking back on the pressure. Plethora leans in and taps Annie on the shoulder. Annie looks up and lets go. She gets back to her feet and yells at Plethora~
Smith: Plethora might have just saved this young girl’s career!
Hood: The fuck is with that guy? He’s dressed like the grim fucking reaper but he’s concerned with Josie fucking Barnes and her stupid ass leg?
Smith: Looks can be deceiving…take The Knife Man for example
Hood: That’s one devious mother fucker, man. I’m warning you…just wait, you’ll see
~Plethora throws his arms in the air. Annie threatens him with something he can’t deal with. He turns and heads away. She shakes her head and goes back after Josie. Annie grabs Josie’s legs and looks to lock the Figure Four around the post in once more. Josie pulls her legs back and Annie’s head PINGS against the post! She falls backward, landing roughly. Scruff takes in the situation and decides both moves cancel each other out~
Smith: Quid pro quo I suppose
Hood: That Josie Barnes…innocent my ass…she lured Annie in so she could slam her sexy face into that pole!
Smith: Oh yea…I’m sure allowing her knee to get bent around steel was part of her plan all along
Hood: She’s wicked, man. She did graduate from that Shady Wrestling Academy
Smith: SQUIRES…SQUIRES OF WRESTLING ACADEMY
Hood: Damn you and your fucking yelling tonight…excuse me if I don’t have every goofy ass wrestling school memorized
~Josie slides away from the post and stretches her left leg out. Plethora carefully checks on Annie. She’s unconscious. He shakes her shoulders, trying to revive her. Scruff slides into the ring and begins a ten count with Josie on her feet, walking the pain out of her left knee~
Smith: Josie could win this by count out!
Hood: Yea right…I don’t think any OCW match has ever ended in a count out
Smith: I think a few did, back in the day
Hood: It’s nice to see Plethora standing up for himself…tossing Annie around for yelling at him
Smith: He’s trying to wake her up you moron
~Annie finally opens her eyes. She shoves Plethora away, yelling at him. Scruff yells “FIVE!” Plethora holds up five gloved fingers. Annie yells, “I know how to count!” She gets to her feet and rubs her head. “SEVEN!” She rolls her eyes and slides into the ring. Josie allows Annie to get to her feet. Annie holds onto her head and stumbles~
Smith: Uh oh, Annie could be seriously injured
Hood: Serves her right for being such a bitch to Plethora
Smith: Head trauma is no laughing matter
Hood: Tell that to Tony the Spider!
~Scruff checks on Annie. Josie steps forward, showing compassion. Annie thumbs Josie in the eye without Scruff seeing. Josie grabs her face and stumbles into the ropes. Annie pushes Scruff to the side and grabs Josie from behind…she locks her in a full nelson. Annie lifts Josie up and slams her into the mat with a Full Nelson Suplex!! Josie is folded up with her knees near her ears. Annie sits up and smiles, pointing at her head~
Smith: I’m so glad she’s proud of her actions
Hood: Same here…it’s great to have self esteem
Smith: I was being sarcastic!
Hood: Well, stop…you’re terrible at it
Smith: Was that sarcasm?
Hood: No
~Annie wipes her hands together. She stands and reaches between Josie’s legs…she grabs Josie by the hair and pulls her to a seated position. Annie proceeds to stand Josie up. She grabs the back of Josie’s head and blows a kiss to the crowd. She then jumps in the air for her devastating finisher, Kiss the Mat. Josie, though, catches Annie in the air and POWERBOMBS her into the mat!!! Josie holds onto the pin…Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Josie Barnes out of nowhere! She nearly stunned the decade plus veteran!
Hood: I don’t blame her…I wouldn’t want to kiss that mat. Tony the Spider was in there earlier!
Smith: Rude but not without merit
~Josie remains on her feet and backs away. Annie gets to her feet…Josie throws a superkick at her…Annie dodges. Josie slides by Annie via the momentum of the move. Annie grabs her head and drops Josie with a neck breaker onto the mat. Annie sits up and breathes in and out, heavily. She appears to be extremely frustrated~
Smith: This isn’t going as easily as she imagined
Hood: That’s okay…she’s got it now.
Smith: You think?
Hood: Oh yea, I can always tell when Annie is about to put an opponent away. Her booty is just a little bit tighter in those shorts. You see what I mean?
Smith: I’m sorry but I do not objectify women. I look only at their in ring abilities and business acumen.
Hood: You will die alone
~Annie gets to her feet and pulls Josie up. She kicks Josie in the gut and hooks her for Kiss the Mat. Josie fights free. Annie grabs Josie around the waist and lifts her up for a powerbomb…Josie reaches out and snares the ropes…she is able to pull herself off of Annie. She’s standing on the top rope with her back to Annie. Annie turns around…Josie turns around. Annie runs up the ropes, showing tremendous speed and agility~
Smith: Annie can still move!
Hood: Yep, like an old person who spots a nickel…they can pick up the pace when they want to
Smith: Are you saying old people are cheap?
Hood: Yep…the big spenders die young
~Both women are standing on the top rope. Barnes legs are on the piece of metal that connects the buckle to the post. Annie is on the buckle. She pie faces Josie. She throws a knee into Josie’s gut, looking to double her over for a Kiss the Mat from the top rope. Josie blocks Annie’s knee and lunges forward with a Superkick!!! Annie falls off the top rope and slams into the mat~
Smith: Wow! What a move…what balance…Josie Barnes has the stuff!
Hood: The stuff?
Smith: You know, the talent…the skills
Hood: Yea, say that…the stuff makes it sound like she’s packing some heat below the waist line
Smith: GROSS
~Josie is standing on the top buckle, positioning herself where you’d normally see a wrestler. Annie is on her back. Josie leaps off in the air and lands on top of Annie with Fighter’s End!!! She covers Annie as Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…JOSIE BARNES!!!!!
Smith: What a win for Josie! That’s a ten year veteran she just put down!
Hood: Out with the old, in with the new…all Barnes needs now are some BOOTY shorts
Smith: I believe she’s a bit more classy than that
Hood: So, you’re calling Annie a SLUT, huh?
Smith: I didn’t say that…nope
~Josie is overwhelmed. She exits the ring, very happily. She hustles up the ramp with a giant smile on her face. Plethora nods along, looking pleased with her performance. Annie starts to realize what’s happened. She gets to her feet. Scruff tries to help her move around…but Annie shoves him away~
Smith: And the former Queen of OCW cannot be happy
Hood: Former? She hangs out with our GM…she’s still the Queen of OCW!
Smith: I guess…wait a minute…WHAT WAS THAT?!
~We hear screams. We zoom in to find Annie Alvarez laid out in the ring. Plethora slides in, showing great athleticism. He checks on Annie as the apparent attacker has vanished~
Smith: It’s that damn assailant! He…or she has struck again!
Hood: And this time they attacked Annie…Welsh is gonna be PISSED
Smith: As well he should be…we have GOT to find out who is behind these attacks…no woman is safe!
Hood: Sounds like a Lifetime original movie
Smith: One of my favorite channels. Anyway folks, we’ll see if we can get something more concrete than an anonymous source on this attack…until then, let’s head backstage!
~We cut backstage. It’s that investigation room. Jade is leaning back in a chair, sipping on a dirty martini. She seems pretty relaxed. Cap Slock exits the room. He gives a thumbs up to Puffer, AKB and Who’Re~
AKB: Alright, looks like we’re close to wrapping this up.
Jack Puffer: Yes! My first solved case!
~Who’Re and AKB give Puffer a strange look~
Jack Puffer: In a week…a week…haven’t solved one since last Monday. Case of the missing turtle, you guys probably heard about it. Big stuff. ANYway…oh hey, Knife Man!! What’s going on?
~The Knife Man cruises past them. He speaks through his mask without turning to look~
The Knife Man: Sorry for being so brusque. But another female was just attacked. This time, Annie Alvarez. I need to go check on her.
~The rest of the people lower their heads in defeat. Jade looks out from the room, having overheard The Knife Man. She finishes her martini, stands up and exits the investigation room. Nobody moves to stop her. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: Well, it isn’t Jade Spritz…it isn’t Ruby Rose…it isn’t Josie Barnes…it isn’t MJ Bell...and now we know it isn’t Annie Alvarez.
Hood: We’re running out of women!
Smith: Maybe it IS a man?
Hood: Is it you?
Smith: No it’s not me!
Hood: How do we KNOW it isn’t you?
Smith: You’ve been seated next to me during all these attacks…you’d be my alibi
Hood: I can’t vouch for you during those attacks. I was busy watching re-runs of OCW Survivor on my phone during each attack
Smith: *gasps* You monster!
Hood: Okay, fine..it PROBABLY isn’t you, okay?
Smith: It definitely isn’t me…but, it’s someone…and I hope we get to the bottom of this before another innocent woman is maliciously attacked. Well folks…we’re getting into the heavy hitter portion of our broadcast. Up next we’ve got the Oh You know What Contract Holder Damian K’ taking on Mark Storm
Hood: Alright! Time for me to check the radar!
Smith: Now to the ring!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall!!!
~Short Change Hero by The Heavy begins to play through the speakers and the lights in the arena simultaneously dim down. Smoke begins to rise from the top of the stage and appearing on the screen above are the following words~
~A massive pop ensues as emerging from the back is the self proclaimed "Prince of CHAOS", Mark Storm; who keeps himself composed as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp. He can't help but allow his sadistic signature smirk to appear upon his lips as he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out wide, soaking in the energy that the audience are giving him as they applaud and cheer~
Announcer: From New York, Brooklyn.. weighing in a two hundred and twenty pounds - Your Hero, and Mine.. MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM
~He begins his walk down the entrance ramp, with a leather coat completing his attire as he comes down the entrance ramp~
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero
To call "home."
~At this point, Storm is by the edge of the ring; allowing a smile to embed on his face before he jumps onto the apron and holds onto the ropes, using them to help himself up onto the turnbuckle. He's grinning from ear to ear, soaking in the rest of the cheers coming from the audience, shaking his head sideways as he lowers it, before jumping into the ring. Taking off his leather coat, he hands it to the ring announcer before walking over to his designated corner and hoisting himself up onto the second ropes, a smirk upon his lips as he holds his arms up; his theme song slowly diminishing~
Smith: This might be the toughest match in Mark Storm’s off and on OCW career…Damian K’ is the top young talent in the promotion, I think
Hood: No shit…Storm’s got the ability to beat anyone but, man, I just don’t think he has the focus to stop Damian K’
Smith: I’d agree with that…
~ The screech of a guitar’s feedback over an amazing amp shakes the arena. The lights that brightly illuminate everything fade to nothing, submerging the whole crowd in total darkness. Smoke begins to pollute the stage as finally Gary Clark Jr.’s “Numb” begins to play. The heavy guitar instrumentals with the blaring drum is a clear onset to the large cloud of smoke. A single spotlight creates the shadow of Damian K'~
~He steps out of the smoke with a cigarette on his mouth and a pair of shades on. Loosely upon his shoulders is the infamous black and red trench coat that he commonly wears. He takes a long drag of the cigarette before jetting out a line of smoke. It merges in with the congregation behind him. Within the smoke, hands reach out for Damian, trying to grab onto his form. The shadowy appendages associate themselves with the cultist mindset that the First Son has. The man ignores their attempts and begins his way down the ramp~
Belvedere: And his opponent, weighing in at a two hundred and forty pounds. Hailing from Silent Hill, he is the First Son, the Godslaying Beast, this is DAMIAN K’!!!!
~Damian makes it halfway down the ramp, allowing the smoke to completely blanket him. The hands that stalked him had reached him, wrapping themselves around his form. He soon comes from the smoke, jacket off. He only stands there in his wrestling attire at the edge of the ramp. He takes a look towards both sides before ditching his cigarette and stomping it out. He enters the ring, sliding under the rope. He sits there for a moment, before getting to his feet~
~He stands center stage, allowing the smoke to circle around him. The spotlight blasts upon him, casting a shadow. Damon simply stands there, foreboding. Eventually, the smoke dissipates and the lights comes back to normal. The First Son takes off his shades, glaring at nothingness. He heads to his corner and begins to stretch. With his back turned to everything, he awaits for the match to begin~
Smith: Damian K’ looks great as always…he’s undefeated and he’s got Max Shade slated for June 19th…the man is a star in the making
Hood: He’s already a star, Smith…a star on STARZ!
Smith: Indeed…on the flip side, Mark Storm has reached the top in every promotion he’s every competed in…except for OCW. This would be the biggest win in his OCW career and one that could propel him to that next level
Hood: Skies are clear, Smith. No storms approaching…doesn’t look good
Smith: Here’s an interesting fact as we get started…both competitors use a variation of a short arm clothesline as a finisher. Damian K’ uses a Ripcord Lariat which he calls Death Dealer whereas Mark Storm has a Short Arm Clothesline he calls Storm Strike – I’m told rumors say nobody has ever kicked out of Storm Strike.
Hood: Well that sounds like useless information
Smith: Yea, probably
~The bell rings. Storm approaches Damian. Damian remains still, keeping a close watch on Storm. Storm locks up with Damian. Damian bullies Storm into the ropes. Scruff forces a break. Damian releases and backs away. Storm charges in with a clothesline…Damian ducks. Storm stumbles and turns around. He’s met with a stiff right hand from K’. Storm staggers into the ropes. Damian charges in with a clothesline…Storm ducks and lifts Damian over the top rope. Damian lands on the apron. Storm turns around and gets kicked in the head by Damian!! Storm staggers back…Damian dives through the middle rope and he spears Storm to the mat! The crowd is on their feet going back and forth on who to cheer~
Smith: Torn crowd…Storm is more of your typical crowd pleaser but the undefeated Damian K’ has captured the fan’s interest
Hood: He had one of the best debuts in OCW history, winning that Battle Royal Tables match…shit, man he eliminated the OCW Champion, PerZag!
Smith: Indeed he did…interesting dichotomy here…you’ve got the first person eliminated in that match against the winner…strange how they wound up facing one another
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~K’ applies an armbar on Storm. Scruff asks Mark Storm if he wants to submit. Some fan yells “Quit wasting your breath, only PUSSIES submit to armbars and Mark Storm is no pussy!” Scruff nods and stands back up. Storm fights his way to his feet. He palms Damian’s chin and pushes him back into a corner. Scruff calls for a break. Storm backs away. K’ lunges forward with a lariat. Storm ducks! Damian stumbles forward…Storm hops onto the middle rope and leaps off…he turns around and drills Damian in the head with a double axe handle!! The fans chant “STORM! STORM!” as the crowd seems to be leaning his way~
Smith: These fans are close to making a decision
Hood: They always back the losers, ya know?
Smith: Mark Storm is not a loser
Hood: We’ll see in a few minutes
~Storm leans into the ropes and ricochets off…he goes to drop a knee into Damian’s face…K’ reaches up and grabs Storm’s leg! He quickly transitions into an Ankle Lock!! Damian is on one knee twisting Storm’s ankle!! Storm grimaces in pain and reaches for the ropes. Luckily, he’s close enough where he can grab the bottom rope. He wraps his hand around it and Scruff asks for a release. K’ waits for about three seconds before letting go~
Smith: That’s the thing about Damian K’…he’s so dangerous and so skilled that he can attack you from anywhere at any time
Hood: But Mark Storm is the man of like a million and one moves
Smith: He does have a lot of moves
Hood: TOO MANY MOVES…some might say
~Storm clings to the ropes. Damian grabs his leg and pulls on Storm, yanking him toward the center of the ring. Storm is hopping on one foot, facing Damian…he goes for an Inziguri…Damian catches Storm’s leg. He steps through and turns Storm over…locking him in a Sharpshooter!!! Scruff slides in, asking Storm if he wants to give it up. Storm shakes his head no…but he’s in considerable pain~
Smith: Another submission…that’s three Damian has hooked Storm in thus far
Hood: Two and a half…ARMBAR, Smith…ARMBAR
Smith: Okay, fine
Hood: Oh, and in case you were wondering…sunny skies, mid 70s…PERFECT weather
~Storm crawls forward…once again, he’s fortunate…the ropes aren’t far away. He hugs them with both arms. Scruff taps Damian on the shoulder. He leans back as hard as he can for a few seconds before dropping Storm’s legs. Damian drags Storm back into the center of the ring. He flips Storm onto his back and tries to hook the Sharpshooter on again. Storm fights him off and is able to roll Damian over into a Small Package!! Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Close! Mark Storm nearly shocked the OCW fanbase with a pinfall there!
Hood: Whew, small cloud just blew over but NO BIG DEAL
Smith: Right, right
~Damian is quick to his feet…Storm is on his knees. Damian knees Storm right in the face!!! Storm falls over. The crowd groans as it was a pretty painful knee strike. Damian grabs Storm by the hair and tosses him into the nearest corner. He uses Storm as a punching bag, drilling him with lefts and rights into the midsection, head, and even the neck a time or two~
Smith: Vicious, brutal attack by Damian K’
Hood: You kill for days like today, Smith
Smith: Why’s that?
Hood: PERFECT weather…you could go fishing, hiking, could have an OUTDOOR picnic…all kinds of possibilities
~Damian ceases his assault. He hoists Storm up and places him on the top turnbuckle. He drapes Storm across his shoulders and walks toward the middle of the ring…Damian drives Storm head first into the mat with a Death Valley Driver!! Storm is out, on his back. Damian goes for the cover~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!
Smith: Storm kicked out…but barely…he’s taking a ton of punishment
Hood: A slight breeze picked up…but I think it may have been that eighteen wheeler whizzing by…nothing natural. This weather is CLEAR
Smith: I don’t know anything about the weather outside but I do know the climate in here is dreary if you’re a Mark Storm fan!
Hood: I’ve been telling you about the weather outside…it’s clear, man…CLEAR
~Damian drills Storm in the head with a couple of vicious forearms. It’s an attack that basically says “Stay down.” He pulls Storm up to his feet which might send mixed signals. But, whatever, the guy’s got to get his offense in. Damian whips Storm into the ropes…Storm bounces off…Damian puts his head down. Storm leaps over Damian and tries to bring him down for a cover. Damian reaches down and grabs Storm by the head…he pulls Storm up in the air…Storm’s feet are dangling…he drills Storm into the mat with a Spinebuster!! The crowd seems awed by Damian’s power and ability~
Smith: This man’s got the talent…he’s got the pedigree and he’s got the purest motivation a man could possibly have
Hood: He’s also got black hair
Smith: Yes, he does have black hair
Hood: Just pointing that out
~Damian reaches his feet…he lingers back, in a corner. Storm begins to stir. It’s a testament to this man’s strength and determination that he’s able to move, let alone stand. He gets to his feet and turns around. Damian sprints in and DRILLS Storm in the head with a Yakuza Kick!! Storm’s body spins around and turns inside out. He lands on his back. Damian goes for the pin~
1!
2!
3…NO! Shoulder Up!!
Smith: Mark Storm narrowly averted being pinned by Das Boot!
Hood: Another slight breeze but no big deal. Just something to keep those jogging freaks from having heat strokes
Smith: Jogging is a very healthy activity…you should try it sometime
Hood: No
~Damian seems relaxed. He gets to his feet and pulls Storm up. He holds onto Storm’s arm and cranks back. He lunges forward with Death Dealer!!! Storm ducks and holds onto Damian’s arm…they reverse position and Storm drills Damian with Storm Strike!!! Damian slams into the mat and Storm falls on top of him~
Smith: Oh my gosh…HOOD!
Hood: FUCKIN TWISTER JUST DROPPED OUT OF THE SKY
1!
2!
3!!!!
~K’s kicks out right AFTER 3!! The bell rings! The crowd goes wild with shock. Storm is out…Damian rolls over, in immense pain~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…MARK STORM!!!!!
Smith: I can’t believe this…this IS the biggest upset of 2017!!
Hood: Mother fucking tornado just took out the bank! All the money has been wiped away…this is a disaster!
Smith: It’s not that tragic…Damian K’ still has a date with Max Shade at the event on June 19th…he’s still one of the top young talents in OCW…Mark Storm just, well, he showed up
Hood: I can’t…I just can’t, man…I’ve got to sit back and process this shit
Smith: This is OCW…no win is guaranteed…well, MOST wins aren’t. Anyway…this is a tremendous win for Mark Storm and could be the start of something special…folks we’ve got two matches left and they are huge…before we get into that action, let’s head backstage!
~We cut to a video from earlier in the day. Marcus Welsh is speaking with someone from Jimmy Buffet’s legal department. The man is a small poindexter type fellow. He’s finished going over some items…items that Marcus Welsh doesn’t seem happy to hear~
Marcus Welsh: You can’t be serious
Lawyer Guy: I never joke about the law. This contract is binding. I’ve spoken with the state of Louisiana and they are unwilling to negotiate a release.
Marcus Welsh: Did you…ya know?
Lawyer Guy: This isn’t the movies, Mr. Welsh. We do things above board here, always have. I’m going to have to inform Jimmy Buffet that OCW will be forced to run an event out of the Louisiana State Pen on June 19th.
Marcus Welsh: NO!...no…please, give me some time, alright?
Lawyer Guy: You’d better let him know by next week. That deposit you put down for the ‘Lost at Sea’ location is nonrefundable by next Tuesday.
Marcus Welsh: Yes, yes…I KNOW. You’re sure there’s nothing to be done about this? I mean, who would I talk to?
Lawyer Guy: The warden won’t budge so I’d suggest The Governor…although we’ve been down that route already.
Marcus Welsh: I’m desperate…we can’t have a show take place inside a prison in honor of a man on death row. I mean just listen to that last statement…it’s ridiculous!
Lawyer Guy: I can’t argue that. However, you assigned this task to a man who signed the papers for an event of ‘epic proportions’ to take place inside the state pen.
Marcus Welsh: Whoa, whoa! Epic proportions? I did NOT authorize that.
Lawyer Guy: It was written into the contract by the warden and initialed by the Eastern European. That, as you can imagine, is binding. So, no jobbers, as you call them…no second tier stars. This event has to be AT LEAST the size of Like There’s No Tomorrow.
~Marcus Welsh looks like he’s going to be sick~
Lawyer Guy: You have until next Monday to notify Mr. Buffet. If not, it is my legal obligation to do so.
~The Lawyer Guy stands up and exits. Welsh slowly places his forehead against the desk, closes his eyes and sighs. We cut back to the live feed~
Smith: Wow that….that is not good news
Hood: Okay so we have to do a show of EPIC PROPORTIONS…meaning as big as Like There’s No Tomorrow INSIDE the Louisiana State Pen on June 19th?
Smith: Yes, unless Marcus Welsh can persuade the Governor of Louisiana to opt out of the deal
Hood: Shit…this is NOT good. I wonder if I have any vacation time
Smith: Oh no you don’t…if I’m going out there, you’re coming with me
Hood: Fuck…c’mon, Marcus…pull this one out! You can do it!
Smith: We will find out for sure next Monday…anyway, time to refocus. Folks, the second Process of Elimination Match is up next and, while we still don’t know exactly what they are fighting for we do know that Iggy Hardy is a finalist.
Hood: Shit got intense last week
Smith: Indeed it did…who will be joining him? Let’s find out!
Process of Elimination Match
”The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell/Chaotic/”Professor” Bradley Carrington vs. PerZag/Nathan Dravers/Robbie ‘Aire’ Rayder
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is a Process of Elimination Match!
~"Respectful" by CFO$ begins to rumble throughout the building. Chaotic and Juliet Kelly comes out and greet the fans and then Chaotic jumps over the apron and the top rope. Chaotic takes off his jacket and goes on the top rope starting a "Lucha! Lucha!" chant~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Mexico City, Mexico…standing 5’7 and weighing in at 180lbs…Chaotic!!!
~”The Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer begins to play. Bradley Carrington steps onto the stage, wearing a grey t shirt that says "Carrington" in red letters on it, the 'C' has a graduate cap over it. He is reading a copy of his book: "Being the Best at Everything, the Bradley Carrington Story". He pauses, as if he is moved by his own writing, before closing the book and walking towards the ring. As he approaches the ring, he picks a fan in the front row, signs the book, and hands it to them. The fan hands it to another fan. That fan hands it to another fan. The book just keeps getting passed around like a hot potato. He jumps onto the ring apron, climbs in between the ropes, and poses for photos from his adoring fan (his wife Autumn). He removes his t shirt and waits for the match to begin~
Belvedere: Introducing next, from Ithaca, New York…standing 6’0 tall and weighing in at 205lbs…”Professor” Bradley Carrington!!!
~”Kings Never Die” by Eminem begins to play. The entire OCW Arena boos loudly. “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell steps out from behind the curtain. His OCW Tag Team Championship is draped over his left shoulder. He looks at it and smiles. Arrogantly, he makes his way down the ramp to the ring. He sprints up the steps and through the ropes. He pays no attention to either of his opponents as he heads for the team’s corner~
Belvedere: And their partner, from Boston, Massachusetts…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs…he is one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions…’The Distinguished’ CJ O’Donnell!!!
~Circus For A Psycho plays to amped - up cheers and Nathan emerges from the curtain amping up the crowd further. He sings along to his theme, slapping the hands of fans along the way. Leaps into the ring, onto the turnbuckle singing his theme and smiling cocky, but friendly as he's a face. The twins are rarely seen without one another so one will almost ALWAYS accompany the other in matches unless rules for that match forbid it, of course~
Belvedere: And their opponents, first…from Denver, Colorado…standing six feet tall and weighing in at 200lbs…Nathan Dravers!!!
~The lights dim as a red siren light circles the arena. 'Indestructible' by Disturbed plays as Robbie Rayder, weighing his ring attire and color matching cape, walks out and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to point at the ring. Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then pulling the cape off from his neck. He slides into the ring, front flips up, drops to a knee and points to the ceiling again, then lowers his index fingers to point at the opponents~
Belvedere: Introducing next, from Vancouver, British Columbia…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 195lbs…Robbie ‘Aire’ Rayder!!!
~The lights of the arena go out. All that is seen is a small glow of light from the entrance ramp. ‘Eye Of The Tiger’ by Survivor starts to play over the PA system. A hooded figure walks on to the entrance ramp. The lights come back on as the hooded figure stands still on the stage. The hooded figure walks down to the ring slowly. He gets into the ring and stands in the centre of it. He slowly removes the hood and the crowd gives a mixed reaction to him. 'Eye Of The Tiger' by Survivor stops playing as PerZag walks over to a corner in the ring and crouches down near it~
Belvedere: And their partner, from Benalla, Victoria, Austraila…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 216lbs…he is the OCW Champion…PerZag!!!
~CJ hands his tag title to Belvedere. He makes it very clear that the title is to be returned to him in the condition he handed it over. Belvedere walks toward Zag. Zag stands and unzips his hoodie. The OCW Title is around his waist…the fans go crazy at the appearance of the coveted title. Both Rayder and Nathan eye it. Zag removes the belt and hands it to Belvedere. Belvedere exits the ring with both belts. The bell sounds~
Smith: Last week we saw Iggy Hardy win the first ever Process of Elimination Match…this week we will see another wrestler achieve the same acclaim.
Hood: I’m going with CJ. I mean, he’s just a cut above the others
Smith: Indeed…but, he’s got to survive the six person tag portion of this match before his individual talents can have their full impact
Hood: Fucking Chaotic and Carrington better not fuck this up
Smith: That’s what makes this match so intriguing
~Nathan starts out for his team. Chaotic remains in the ring for his. The two athletic stars are light on their feet, circling one another. They lock up! Nathan pushes Chaotic into a corner. Scruff calls for a break. Nathan backs away. Chaotic hops onto the middle rope and leaps off for a dropkick…Nathan grabs Chaotic’s legs and flips him onto his back…he has both of Chaotic’s legs gripped and spread…he looks at the crowd, they cheer…he then stomps his foot into Chaotic’s midsection. The crowd chants “NAY-THAN!”~
Smith: Two of the bigger under dogs in this match. Although Nathan has scored some big wins in his OCW career…people still view him as second tier.
Hood: I wonder what Chaotic’s face looks under that mask…you know, more so than usual
Smith: Why?
Hood: All those kicks from last week. I bet it looks like a really dark rainbow
Smith: Dark rainbow, huh?
Hood: Yea, sorry…not my best
~Chaotic remains on his back, holding his stomach. Nathan runs into the corner and sprints out toward Chaotic. Chaotic sticks his legs out into Nathan’s midsection and lifts him into the air! Nathan flips over and his back SLAMS into the corner behind Chaotic!! He hits hard and falls to the mat, landing on his shoulders. The fans cheer the move as Chaotic rolls onto his knees and crawls toward his team’s corner. He tags in Carrington~
Smith: Smart move…I’m not sure the thought process behind having Chaotic start the match
Hood: Dude, he’s the STAR of OCW Survivor…just giving the fans what they want
Smith: Yea but his body was destroyed last week by Shade. You have to win the tag portion to have a shot at winning the entire match…so throwing a man that disheveled doesn’t seem like winning strategy.
Hood: Chill, man…it’s gonna be alright. Chaotic isn’t totally human, I don’t think. He might be an alien.
~Carrington steps through the ropes and goes right after Nathan. He stomps Dravers in the head and chest. Nathan’s legs are hung up in the turnbuckles. Carrington sees this and hooks both legs around the top rope. Nathan is stuck in the tree of woe. Carrington heads across the ring…sprints in, leaps up and kicks Nathan right in the face!! Nathan’s legs come undone and he crashes to the mat, front first. His legs are pointed toward the middle of the ring~
Smith: Great in ring awareness by Carrington…the man has a high IQ
Hood: Of course he does…he’s a professor!
Smith: Well, that’s what he calls himself
Hood: I heard he teaches seven different languages at Harvard AND Yale
Smith: Highly improbable
~Carrington drags Nathan into the center of the ring by the legs. He drops a few elbows across Nathan’s lower back. He returns to his feet and stomps Nathan’s back a time or two. Finally, Nathan rolls over with his back screaming in pain. Carrington stands over Nathan and drops a knee into Nathan’s head! Nathan goes still. Carrington years CJ call out, “Tag me!” He heads over and tags in the member of The Aptitude and one half of the OCW Tag Champions~
Smith: And here comes The Distinguished CJ O’Donnell!!
Hood: He looks great, as always. He’s probably going to pin Nathan right here
Smith: Don’t doubt the Dravers
Hood: Please…it’s over.
~CJ pulls Nathan to his feet and smacks him with some forearm uppercuts. Nathan sways in the middle of the ring, nearly falling backwards. CJ backs into his corner, looking for Irish Knowledge. Chaotic slaps him on the shoulder! Scruff signals a tag. Chaotic enters. CJ pushes him…Chaotic pushes back. The two get in one another’s face. Nathan stumbles into his corner and he tags the outstretched arm of PerZag!! The crowd goes wild! PerZag enters and sprints toward the opposing corner…he leaps HIGH into the air and squashes both CJ and Chaotic into the buckles!! CJ falls through the ropes. PerZag backs away as Chaotic stumbles forward…PerZag grabs Chaotic around the waist and drops him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker~
Smith: And the OCW Champ is on fire!
Hood: Oh no! The rumors must be true…the OCW Title IS cursed!
Smith: Huh?
Hood: Well, I mean our champion just spontaneously combusted…that’s a pretty bad sign, don’t you think?
Smith: I meant he’s got momentum…and what’s with this OCW Title being cursed business?
Hood: Rumors, Smith…first that crazy owl lady getting injured…then the woman who used to have orange hair struggling…and now PerZag is combusting, spontaneously in front of us!
Smith: None of that has anything to do with the OCW Title
~PerZag pulls Chaotic to his feet and fluidly drapes him over his shoulder. He heads for the corner and drops Chaotic across the top buckle with snake eyes!! Chaotic stumbles backward. PerZag runs him over with a lariat!!! Chaotic hits the mat hard, holding the back of his head. PerZag heads to his corner and he tags in Robbie Rayder! The fans go wild~
Smith: His popularity continues to increase…the fans loving watching Aire Rayder perform!
Hood: Well, he needs to win some fucking matches
Smith: He won a huge match two weeks ago against Chad Vargas
Hood: Two weeks ago? Shit, man, talk about something current…relevant!
~Rayder leaps over the top rope and into the ring. Chaotic slowly gets to his feet. Rayder throws a mule kick into his gut. Chaotic doubles over and Rayder kicks him in the face! Chaotic falls onto his back. Rayder positions himself with his back to Chaotic and he leaps into the air with a beautiful standing moon sault. Rayder goes for the pin as Scruff makes the count~
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2!
Kick Out!
Smith: So close!
Hood: Fuck…Rayder is quick.
Smith: Indeed….Chaotic is in a ton of trouble here…you know Rayder want’s retribution for losing to Chaotic a few weeks ago in that triple threat
Hood: You know, getting a good look at Rayder’s face…I’d actually recommend that he try wearing a mask…as much as I hate masks.
Smith: RUDE
~Rayder is quick to his feet. He pulls Chaotic up and throws a back elbow into Chaotic’s neck. Chaotic falls to one knee. Rayder sprints for the ropes…CJ pulls the top rope down…Rayder flips over the top rope and spills, roughly, to the outside!! The fans boo loudly as CJ holds his hands up in an act of innocence. Scruff looks around but can’t find any evidence~
Hood: Clumsy troll!
Smith: That was NOT Rayder’s fault
Hood: So, you admit he looks like a troll
Smith: Absolutely not
~Rayder is holding his back outside the ring, wincing in pain. Chaotic rises to his feet, woozy. He staggers to his corner…CJ has his hand extended. Chaotic tags it. The crowd boos heavily. CJ hops from the apron to the floor and stomps away on Rayder~
Smith: And here’s the vulture CJ O’Donnell…picking up what’s left
Hood: What are you talking about? CJ was the catalyst for Rayder going over the top rope
Smith: A-HA so you admit CJ cheated
Hood: No, he stared Robbie down so intently that Robbie tried to jump out of the ring, backwards…and, it, well, backfired
Smith: Yea, right
~CJ lifts Rayder to his feet and tosses him into the barricade. Rayder’s back slams hard!! CJ drags Rayder back toward the ring and tosses him in under the bottom rope. Rayder rolls toward the middle of the ring, laying on his back. CJ hops onto the apron and holds onto the top rope. He jumps onto the top rope and leaps off…Rayder kips up to his feet and kicks CJ in the head!! CJ lands on his feet and staggers into his corner. Carrington tags CJ in the back before CJ falls to the canvas, in the team’s corner~
Smith: What a move by Aire Rayder!
Hood: Fucking guy can just buzzsaw you out of anywhere…he’s like Leatherface!
Smith: Can we stop with the face jokes?
Hood: That wasn’t a face joke…it was a chainsaw massacre joke. Not my fault the guy was named Leatherface.
~Carrington charges after Rayder….Robbie plants him, face first into the mat with a drop toe hold! Rayder throws several stiff kicks into Carrington’s rib cage. Carrington rolls over and Rayder kicks him in the face. Carrington sits up…Rayder runs into the ropes, bounces off and kicks Carrington in the chest!! Carrington falls onto his back as the fans are on their feet chanting “Robbie! Robbie!”~
Smith: Robbie Rayder is arguably the most athletic member of the roster
Hood: He is quick and fast…I don’t know why The Professor tagged in…the odds must have been in his favor
Smith: He’s regretting it now!
Hood: Not so fast, he’s probably calculating some type of reverse strategy
~Rayder is feeding off the crowd. Carrington slowly returns to his feet. Rayder runs into the ropes, he bounces off. He sprints across the ring…as he does, Chaotic leaps over the top rope and takes Rayder down with a shoulder block!! Rayder hits the mat hard! The fans boo loudly. Chaotic reaches his feet and kicks at Rayder. Scruff hustles over and yells at Chaotic, forcing him back into his corner. Carrington starts to recover and goes back after Rayder~
Smith: That damn Chaotic! Stay in your corner!
Hood: Great thinking…he may be wearing a mask, but he’s no dummy.
Smith: They should be disqualified!
Hood: Well that shit ain’t happening…this match is too important
~With Chaotic in the corner and Scruff’s back to the ring, PerZag enters. He runs Carrington over with a big boot to the back of the head…he drags Rayder into his team’s corner. The fans give a mixed reaction. PerZag reaches over the top rope and he tags Rayder’s head. Scruff turns and sees the tag~
Smith: Oh dear
Hood: Oh yea? Mr Morality, what do you have to say about that?
Smith: Well, umm, the OCW Champ is just doing what he needs to do!
Hood: You really are a two faced bitch
Smith: HOW DARE YOU
~Zag enters into the ring and goes after Carrington. Carrington, on his back, surprises Zag with a small package..Scruff makes the count~
1!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Nice idea by Carrington…but flawed in execution
Hood: Nothing you say from this point forward will be taken seriously
Smith: I’m the play by play guy…I have to be taken seriously!
~Carrington uses the moment of the roll out to tag Chaotic. PerZag doesn’t see it. PerZag goes back after Carrington, dragging him into the center of the ring. Carrington stuns PerZag with a jawbreaker!! The OCW Champion staggers back…Chaotic leaps off the top with a flying kick into Zag’s face!! Zag hits the mat hard…Chaotic rushes to a nearby corner with the fans standing in suspense~
Smith: Chaotic’s got some momentum…the champ is down!
Hood: No fucking way
Smith: This is OCW…a place where anything can happen!
~Chaotic leaps off with the Shooting Star Press and connects!! The crowd is stunned! He hooks PerZag’s legs as Rayder and Nathan watch from ringside. Scruff slides in~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings as the arena is buzzing with shock~
Smith: Chaotic just pinned the OCW Champion
Hood: Holy fucking shit
Smith: His team advances to the second portion of this match!
Belvedere: The winners of the first portion of the Process of Elimination Match…BRADLEY CARRINGTON, CJ O’DONNELL, AND CHAOTIC!!!!!
~Rayder and Nathan help PerZag out of the ring. He becomes irate. He shoves them both off and grabs his OCW Title. He storms up the ramp, furious. Nathan shakes his head and exits. Rayder follows close behind. The fans chant “RAYDER! RAYDER!” He turns and acknowledges the crowd with an arm in the air, the go wild~
Smith: Rayder may not be advancing to the next stage…but it’s not his fault. He was amazing in there tonight.
Hood: Yea, guy kinda got fucked on the draw
Smith: Indeed
~CJ enters the ring instantly. He goes after Chaotic, who is celebrating his first big pinfall. He knees Chaotic in the back. Chaotic stumbles into the ropes. CJ clotheslines Chaotic over the top rope, to the outside. He then turns to Carrington, who isn’t paying much attention. He flies in and drills Carrington with a forearm to the side of the head! Carrington falls through the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, landing harshly. CJ turns and smiles at the camera, feeling very proud. The crowd boos and chants “Asshole!”~
Smith: The opportunistic CJ O’Donnell
Hood: It’s every man for himself at this point…I don’t see what the big fucking deal is
Smith: He could have given those two a MINUTE to adjust…they did, you know, help him get to this point
Hood: What the fuck ever…that’s pussy strategy…and pussy strategy always gets you beat
~Chaotic climbs onto the apron. CJ rushes in and knees him in the head. Chaotic flies off the apron and slams into the barricade. CJ then turns around and flies through the ropes, landing near Carrington. Carrington is on his knees, holding onto the apron. CJ fires off several kicks into Carrington’s midsection. He yanks Carrington up, by the hair and violently yanks him back into the barricade. CJ proceeds to kick the crap out of Carrington’s body as he leans against the barricade for support~
Smith: CJ O’Donnell is a man possessed right now!
Hood: Those fucking kicks…guy should have played soccer
Smith: Maybe he did play soccer
Hood: He’s too distinguished to play a game made popular by third world countries, Smith!
~Carrington is gasping for air, grimacing in pain. CJ grabs him by the back of the head and slams him, face first into the apron. Meanwhile, Chaotic slides in under the bottom rope on the other side. He looks around, confused. He holds his arms out as if to say, “Where the fuck did they go?” The crowd points to the other side. He looks and sees CJ slashing Carrington with knife edged chops. Chaotic builds up a head of steam and sprints for the ropes. He clears the top rope with a Tope Con Hilo!!! He lands on top of both CJ and Carrington, taking them down! He pops to his feet with the fans chanting “LUCHA! LUCHA!”~
Smith: Wow, what a move! Chaotic might be the most resilient wrestler in OCW history
Hood: I predict he dies inside an OCW ring some day
Smith: That’s terrible!
Hood: A man can only take so much punishment, Smith. Did you SEE Survivor this past Friday?
Smith: No comment…I am on STRIKE until the old Jock returns.
~Chaotic grabs CJ and tosses him into the steps. CJ’s head hits hard. He goes after Carrington, rolling him into the ring. Carrington tumbles toward the center and staggers to his feet. Chaotic hops onto the apron and heads for the nearest corner. He scales it quickly and leaps off with a cross body! Carrington rolls out of the way…Chaotic SMASHES into the canvas and rolls around, holding his stomach~
Smith: Tough landing there
Hood: Not nearly as tough as his three thousand foot Shooting Star Press from Survivor!
Smith: That’s wild hyperbole! Three thousand feet my nose!
Hood: Your nose, huh?
~Carrington returns to his feet and he pulls Chaotic up. Aggressively, he shoves Chaotic into a corner. Carrington drives his shoulder into Chaotic’s stomach several times. He then goes for a hip toss…Chaotic lands on his feet! Chaotic throws a superkick at Carrington…Carrington catches it! He spins Chaotic around and spears him into the mat!! Carrington goes for a pin~
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2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Wow! Bradley Carrington nearly shocked OCW with the win there!
Hood: If wrestling doesn’t work out…Chaotic has a great career lined up as a crash test dummy, I’d think
Smith: That sounds like a really degrading profession
Hood: Yea, it’s not the best job…but I hear they get great insurance
~CJ is back on the apron. He witnessed Carrington nearly claim the win. He hurries into the ring, feeling a sense of urgency. He jumps Carrington with kicks into the back. Carrington stumbles into the ropes. CJ hops through the ropes and he kicks Carrington in the face!! Carrington falls back onto the mat. Chaotic gets to his feet…CJ hops onto the top rope and leaps off with a flying forearm into Chaotic’s face!! He goes for a pin, Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Another kick out by Chaotic! This man is insane!
Hood: Tell me something I don’t know!
Smith: CJ or Carrington…as weird as this sounds, might try pinning each other. I’m not sure the masked psycho we know as Chaotic can be pinned tonight
~CJ gets to his feet and he pulls Chaotic back up. He gets Chaotic in the clinch and starts to knee him repeatedly in the mask. Chaotic’s legs wobble. He falls to his knees. CJ grabs Chaotic’s arm and unleashes a barrage of kicks into Chaotic’s chest. He’s totally focused on Chaotic. Carrington gets to his feet, standing behind CJ. He runs into the ropes, bounces off…sprints across the ring, hits the ropes again and drills CJ with a clothesline!!! CJ slams into the mat, releasing Chaotic’s arm. Both men are on their back in the center of the ring~
Smith: CJ was so focused on putting Chaotic down that he lost all sight of Bradley Carrington
Hood: The Professor with the POP QUIZ
Smith: Right
Hood: I fucking hated pop quizzes man...made me want to POP the professor in the face
Smith: That joke was super lame
~Carrington stands in the corner. He watches both Chaotic and CJ. CJ gets to his feet…shaking his head, dazed. Carrington charges in with a lariat. CJ falls to the mat with a drop toe hold!! Carrington’s face smashes into the top buckle. CJ gets back to his feet and musters some energy. He’s poised for Irish Knowledge. Carrington turns around. CJ sprints in and leaps into the air for Irish Knowledge…Carrington CATCHES CJ and drops him across his knee with an Irish Backbreaker!!! CJ’s back nearly breaks in half with the top of his head and his legs touching the mat simultaneously. Carrington shoves CJ off his knee. CJ rolls towards the ropes, resting under the bottom, holding his back in pain~
Smith: Wow! What a reversal by Bradley Carrington…that might have taken CJ O’Donnell completely out of this match
Hood: I hear CJ’s back is like triple jointed…it’s why he gets all the ladies
Smith: Would that be a turn on for women?
Hood: Hmm, good question
~Carrington smiles, feeling very accomplished. He gets to his feet…two arms wrap around his waist. He looks surprised “Autumn?” He feels over his shoulder to find a mask…it’s not Autumn…it’s fucking Chaotic!! He lifts Carrington up in a German and drops him on his head, bridging for a pin!! Scruff slides in and counts~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Wow!! Chaotic nearly pinned Bradley Carrington!!
Hood: That…that would have been the second most shocking thing we’ve seen tonight
Smith: No kidding!
~Chaotic sits up and shakes his head. He rushes back to his feet and hurries for the nearest corner. He jumps onto the top with grace and athleticism. Carrington is on his back, resting. Chaotic leaps off with his dangerous Shooting Star Press!! Carrington gets his knees up and locks Chaotic in a Triangle Choke!!! Chaotic kicks his legs wildly having been caught as he was coming down!! He’s got nowhere to go, he is so far from the ropes~
Smith: Wow!! The Cornell Clutch!
Hood: Fucking Chaotic…that’s twice in one week the Shooting Star Press has fucked him
Smith: What are you talking about, he just pinned PerZag with it?
Hood: SURVIVOR, Smith! He jumped out of a tree with it…didn’t you watch?
Smith: That was taped MONTHS ago
~Chaotic is fading. His limps grow weary…his legs drag against the mat, rather than kick. Scruff looks in, sensing that he could be out~
Smith: This one’s over, Hood! You know, Carrington is a master of the Shooting Star Press as well…it’s his other primary finishing maneuver…he calls it the PhD Press…that could have played a major role in his countering Chaotic
Hood: Or, ya know, he could have just fucking done it
Smith: Well he did ‘do it’…but I’m saying instinct…you know, wrestling IQ
Hood: OH, well then I agree…nobody has a bigger IQ than Bradley Carrington
Smith: And his ego is relatively large as well…which, if he wins this match, I can only imagine it will increase in size.
~Chaotic’s arm is limp. Scruff lifts it up. It drops once. He yells “ONE!” He lifts it up again and lets it drop. It drops twice! He yells “DOS!”~
Hood: Dos?
Smith: Chaotic is, we think, Hispanic. He might want to be sure Chaotic can understand him
Hood: Whatever…Chaotic probably speaks every language known to man…I BET Chaotic is a fucking genius and just screwing with us all
Smith: That would be quite the swerve
~Scruff takes a little longer than usual to get to the third lift and drop. Carrington sits up and yells at Scruff to hurry. Scruff grabs Chaotic’s arm for the third time…there is no life in it. He’s about to let go…Carrington leans up further…as he does, a blur shoots through the screen kneeing Carrington in the face!! It’s CJ O’Donnell with Irish Knowledge!! The fans boo loudly~
Smith: CJ O’Donnell out of nowhere!
Hood: Fuck…that guy is an opportunist…you have to admit that
Smith: Absolutely
~Carrington rolls out of the ring. CJ pins Chaotic…Scruff makes the count~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…”THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL !!!!!
Smith: CJ O’Donnell picks up the win in the second Process of Elimination Match!
Hood: That was Bradley Carrington’s win!
Smith: Some might say that but CJ was the person who notched the ‘W’
Hood: Fuck…the damn Professor was so close…oh well, CJ is cool…anybody but those three weirdos on the other team and that masked freak.
~CJ gets to his feet looking very proud of himself. He stares down at Chaotic. He stomps away on the masked wrestler, having some fun torturing the unconscious competitor. Suddenly, the crowd goes wild~
Smith: What the?
Hood: It’s the little troll man! He’s back!
Smith: Robbie Rayder!! He’s not going to put up with CJ and his antics!
~Rayder sprints toward the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. CJ turns around and eats a superkick!! CJ falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He points up at Rayder who runs toward the ropes. CJ slides out of the way. Rayder remains grounded, pointing down at CJ~
Smith: Robbie Rayder with a statement tonight…he’s not gonna put up with this type of behavior!
Hood: He’s gonna pay for that, Smith. Without a fucking doubt.
Smith: He may…but not now…not tonight! Well folks...people are calling it the best thing to hit OCW since Monday Night Massacre...OCW Survivor is a mega hit on the STARZ Network and it airs EVERY Friday!
Smith: Last week the former two time OCW Champion MJ Bell was sent packing by her tribemates on the Savage Tribe. A week earlier, it was PerZag...so, the OCW Champions aren't faring well...
Hood: Don't forget BOB...he was the first fucker voted out
Smith: Wow, you're right. Paul Paras, Lurrr, Curt Canon, and Chad Vargas...good luck to you all
Hood: Probably the only time in Maurako's career where he's actually HAPPY that Paras won the OCW Title and he didn't...damn thing is CURSED, I tell ya
Smith: There are those rumors....anyway, folks...
~The process of elimination match has just concluded. ”Top of the World” by Van Halen fucking absolutely explodes over OCW’s soundwaves as the crowd pops immediately into frenzy, picking up chants.~
Crowd: IGGY!!! IGGY!!! IGGY!!! IGGY!!! IGGY!!! IGGY!!! IGGY!!!
~Iggy looks stunning this evening, rocking a pair of A.D.I.D.A.S wind pants and a bright neon tank top reading ‘Eat My Sausage’.
Smith: Ladies and gentleman, Iggy Hardy is in the house!
Hood: Hizzouuse!
~Awkward silence.~
Smith: As we all know, Iggy Hardy has already won his Process of elimination qualifier.
Hood: I think by winning it, he won a kilo of the cartel’s finest!
~Iggy makes his way into the ring, from standing flat footed on the floor, he fucking skyrockets into the ring with a high jump, followed up with a somersault and jumping to his feet snatching a microphone from Belvedere.~
Iggy: WHAT THE FUCK UP…. O! C! DUBBBBB!!!!
~The crowd erupts and picks up an old school mid 90’s wrestling chant, much like this….~
Crowd: OCDUB!!! OCDUB!!! OCDUB!!! OCDUB!!! OCDUB!!! OCDUB!!!
Iggy: Anyone else find it funny how much shitzola CJ O’Hoolihan talks, yet look what happened! Almost drops an L in front of OCW faithful like ain’t nobodys bizznass!
~The crowd cheers~
Iggy: Congratz Ceej!
~Iggy claps in the middle of the ring.~
Iggy: Ohhhh Ceej… I’ve already won my match, twatlips. Meaning, that makes me one better then you. I cannot wait to meet up with you in the center of this ring so I can tap that scrawny ass of yours!!!
~Iggy looks out at a cute brunette in the front row.~
Iggy: YOU!!!
~He points to the woman. She gives him a giggle and a smile, pointing to herself as if to say “Who me?” Iggy nods~
Iggy: No… the fatty behind you, of course you! You dumb broad!
~She giggles again~
Iggy: I’m fucking you tonight!!!
~She immediately drops her panties in front of 50k strong. She bends over and arcs her big fat ass into the air saying “Come get it big boy.” Iggy smiles and cocks his head.~
Iggy: That’s how it’s done, Ceej. Can’t wait to smoke you like a big fat j-bone! But ‘til then… Iggy returns to Massacre next Monday!!! Stash your wallets, and hide your women! MMmMMmMMMM!
~Iggy blows the audience a kiss and then backflips out of the ring.~
Smith: Iggy Hardy is one of a kind…he’s no idiot…he understands that CJ O’Donnell will be his opponent in the future for the ultimate prize at the end of this Process of Elimination rigmarole.
Hood: He reminds me of the old days…the ANYTHING GOES days of OCW
Smith: Yes, which is why I’m glad there is only one of him
Hood: You’re so fucking boring
Smith: I do enjoy his unique enthusiasm and strange athleticism…I will be looking forward to watching him compete next week. Anyway folks, speaking of competing…Iggy is gone…that dirty, filthy woman that mooned an entire nation is gone…the ring is cleared…you know what that means?
Hood: FUCK YES
Smith: To translate…it’s Main Event time…Mack O’Connor is set to defend his OCW Savage Championship against Matt Meyhu…NOW TO THE RING!
Main Event
OCW Savage Championship
Mack O’Connor © (4-1) vs. “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu (5-0)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our MAIN EVENT of the EVENING!! This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the OCW Savage Championship!!!
~“LA… LA, LA LA… Wait Till I Get My Money Right…” “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West hits as the lights dim. Green lights flicker throughout the arena as Matt Meyhu walks slowly out onto the ramp. Matt poses for the fans with a smirk on his face, receiving a chorus of boos. He walks down the ramp, ignoring fans who reach out to him, until he reaches the ring apron. He hops up onto it and grabs the top rope before vaulting over into the ring. Matt lands and hops up and down a few times before making his way over to his corner. He climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and poses once more for the fans, receiving the same reaction again. He laughs as he hops down and takes his place in the corner~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 240lbs…he is one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions…”The Marvel” Matt Meyhu!!!
~As his music hits, he walks out on the stage and walks directly to the ring, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He slides into the ring and starts pacing in his corner. He doesn’t talk trash to his opponent but he makes sure to stare them down, letting them know he means business.~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 230lbs…he is the OCW Savage Champion…Mack O’Connor!!!
~The crowd is on their feet. They’ve been waiting for this match the entire week. Meyhu holds his tag title in the air before Belvedere can take it. “BOOOOO” is what the crowd says. Meyhu smiles and laughs before handing his belt over. Mack steps into the center of the ring and raises his belt high “YUSSSSSSSS” goes the crowd. Meyhu looks at Mack derisively. Mack hands his belt over to Belvedere who exits the ring with both titles. The bell rings~
Smith: This is a huge match, Hood. This has the potential to be a match of the year candidate.
Hood: Especially if Meyhu wins…that would give it the star quality it needs!
Smith: I don’t know about that…Mack O’Connor is a former OCW Champion.
Hood: True, true…a former OCW Champion against one of the most famous wrestlers in the world…this should be pretty rad, man
Smith: Indeed…let’s get this going!
~Meyhu and Mack meet in the center of the ring. Mack talks some bar room shit. Meyhu looks down at Mack, enjoying his height advantage. Meyhu lifts his arm and pie faces Mack. Mack stumbles back…his face becomes flush with anger. He lunges forward and pummels Meyhu with forearm shots. Meyhu staggers into the corner. He grabs Mack and turns the positioning around. Meyhu now delivers shots of his own, in the form of overreaching right hands into the bald dome of Mack O’Connor. The crowd is cheering the action, anxious to see these two talented wrestlers do battle~
Smith: Well, that didn’t take long
Hood: Of course not…these two know what it takes to win a wrestling match…and that’s beating the crap out of your opponent.
Smith: In so many words, sure
Hood: Beating the CRAP out of them, Smith
Smith: Yes, okay
~Mack’s legs begin to break. Meyhu’s clubbing right hands pack tremendous force. He grabs Mack by the ears and tosses him out of the corner, into the middle of the ring! Mack hits hard and grabs his ears in pain. He sits up, clutching the sides of his head. Meyhu runs up and kicks him in the back! Mack falls backward, arching his back in pain~
Smith: The Marvel has the upper hand…that is not good news if you’re a Mack O’Connor fan
Hood: But it is good news if you own a Key West bar
Smith: Why?
Hood: Depressed people drink a lot more than happy people. A depressed Mack will work up quite the bar tab.
~Meyhu grabs Mack by his ear and yanks him to his feet. Mack slaps Meyhu’s hand away and spits in Meyhu’s face! He throws a wild right haymaker…Meyhu ducks and grabs Mack’s free arm…he spins Mack around and drops him with a Short Arm Clothesline!! Mack slams into the canvass as the fans start to boo. Meyhu smiles and extends both arms, encouraging the crowd to boo louder. They oblige~
Smith: What an arrogant jerk
Hood: Hey, he’s good and he knows it. Nothing wrong with confidence
Smith: This is a former OCW Champion he’s facing…his arrogance could be short sighted
Hood: Nah, Meyhu has 20/20 vision, Smith
~Meyhu soaks in the boos for a moment…but he’s a veteran, so he turns his focus back onto Mack before O’Connor can recover. He pulls Mack to his feet and spins him around. Meyhu drills Mack in the lower back with forearm shots. He turns Mack back around and knees him in the gut. He hoists him up, over his shoulder…Mack is facing the ceiling. Meyhu slams Mack into the mat with a Reverse Powerslam!! The crowd cringes as Mack is flat on his face. Meyhu rolls him over and goes for a nonchalant cover~
1!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Great start for The Marvel but it’s going to take more than that to keep Mack O’Connor down
Hood: I’m telling you…drunks should not be allowed to wrestle. They are impervious to pain
Smith: Who says Mack is drunk? He looks pretty sober to me
Hood: Hmm, that might be why he’s getting his ass kicked
~Meyhu slaps his hands together three times in Scruff’s face. Scruff shrugs. Meyhu sighs with the look of a man that has more work to do. He stands and pulls Mack to his feet. He drills Mack with a forearm to the side of the head. Mack spins around…Meyhu hooks his waist and tosses him over his head with a Release German Suplex!! Mack hits hard and rolls over, backwards. He winds up on his knees and gets to his feet, out of instinct. He stumbles toward Meyhu. The Marvel slaps the spit right out of Mack’s mouth! Mack spins around…Meyhu hooks his head under his arm and drops him with an inverted DDT!! Meyhu covers Mack, more aggressively~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!
Smith: Mack averts the three count once again…this time by a more narrow margin
Hood: Meyhu is wearing him down…I think we are an Ego Trip away from this being finished
Smith: Mack is in desperate need of a momentum flip…a game changers…a…
Hood: Slump buster! Where’s PEACHES?
Smith: We don’t need that woman out here
~Meyhu holds three fingers up into Scruff’s face. It’s a very condescending act. Scruff is a bum, though. So not much bothers him. Meyhu pulls Mack to his feet and he lifts him over his head for an Alabama Slam. Meyhu turns and faces the entrance. A shopping cart starts to roll down, pushed from behind the curtain. It slowly rolls …the descending ramp way gives gravity the opportunity to pull it toward the ring. Meyhu drops Mack…Mack falls down Meyhu’s back, nearly landing on his head. Meyhu walks toward the ropes, watching the cart~
Smith: What the…
Hood: Someone was fucking with Scruff’s storage facility
Smith: Are you sure that’s Scruff’s?
Hood: Hmm…nah, false alarm. Scruff’s shopping cart is missing a wheel
~The cart rolls up and bumps into the ring. Meyhu shakes his head. His curiosity keeps him lingering near the ropes longer than he should. He’s close to stepping through and checking things out. An arm reaches up from between his legs, smashing him in the groin!! Meyhu leans against the ropes, wincing in pain. Mack staggers to his feet…Meyhu turns around, hunched over. Mack drills him in the head with a right hand! Meyhu falls to the mat. Mack looks down at the cart and reaches for the ropes to keep from falling~
Smith: Mack O’Connor has taken a lot of punishment early on…but that cart seems to be something resembling a turning point
Hood: Whoever sent that cart to ringside needs to be banished to the OCW dungeon!
Smith: It was probably an accident, Hood
Hood: Bullshit. That was no accident
~Mack drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope. He looks down at the cart…it’s covered with a black cloth. He pulls the cloth back. Inside is a six pack box with liquor bottles filling each compartment. We see a bar stool. A pony keg is in there as well along with a box of darts. Mack grabs a bottle of Jameson and holds it high in the air. The crowd goes wild~
Smith: Well, I guess if Mack can’t go to the bar…the bar will come to Mack
Hood: Fucking Treat is behind this…he has to be
Smith: Doesn’t matter, Hood. This is a Savage rules match…anything goes
Hood: Anything within the law, right?
Smith: Well, of course
Hood: Good…knowing that dirty dog Treat Cassidy…he’d sneak a gun in there if he could
~Mack unscrews the cap and takes a giant gulp. He smiles and wipes some residue from the side of his mouth. He looks down and finds a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka. He asks “What the fuck is this shit?” A hand reaches out, grabbing at Mack. It’s Meyhu reaching through the ropes! Mack slings the bottle across Meyhu’s head, shattering it!! Vodka and glass fly everywhere!!! Meyhu hangs out on the ring rope like a blanket on a clothesline. His upper half pointing toward the floor. Mack grabs a handful of Meyhu’s hair and he yanks down…Meyhu slides off the rope and crashes onto the floor, with his upper back landing hardest~
Smith: The bottle of Vodka is gone
Hood: I bet Peaches is pissed
Smith: And, even worse, shattered against the head of Matt Meyhu
Hood: That’s okay…it was only the side of the head. Which means OCW can still market Meyhu’s face.
~Meyhu rolls over. The side of his head that absorbed the impact from the bottle is soaked with blood. His hair looks doused with red gel. Mack spots the wound and smiles…he takes another sip of Jameson. He then yanks another bottle out. It’s Patron. Mack unscrews the cap and begins to pour tequila onto the gashed portion of Meyhu’s head. Meyhu reaches up, swatting the tequila away. It burns his fresh wound. He quickly gets to his feet and staggers away, holding the side of his head. Mack throws the bottle at Meyhu…it misses and shatters against the ring steps~
Smith: I bet that stings
Hood: Alcoholics everywhere are changing the channel…this abuse of liquor is traumatizing!
Smith: You think so?
Hood: Fuck yea…I mean, at least go with the knock off brands. This is brutal!
~Mack throws back another gulp of Jameson. He places the bottle on the apron and yanks out a bottle of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum. He goes after Meyhu. The Marvel is leaning over the apron with his head raining blood onto the white canvas. Mack climbs over the steps…the sound alerts Meyhu. He turns around just in time to block another bottle shot to the head. He grabs Mack’s right arm in mid swing. A struggle ensues…Mack tries to bring the bottle down, Meyhu tries to block it…Meyhu kicks Mack in the knee. Mack drops the bottle…it falls, shattering on the ground. Fans at ringside let out a very dejected “arrrggghhh”. Meyhu kicks Mack in the gut and drops him with a DDT into the debris!! The fans ringside yell “ARGHHH!!”~
Smith: Argh?
Hood: That’s pirate for HOLY SHIT
Smith: Yea, hopefully Mack isn’t hurt too badly
Hood: No shit, mother fucker is bald. He’s got no cranial perimeter defense!
~Meyhu steps on the back of Mack’s head and walks over it as he heads toward Mack’s cart. He feels around inside the cart and finds a towel. He presses it against his wounded head. He pulls out a bottle of Jager. Some fan lights up and yells “BRO! I love Jager! Please, bro, please!” Meyhu tosses the Jager over his shoulder, it smashes into the ramp way. The fan yells back “Dick move, bro!” Meyhu pulls out the final bottle…it’s Fireball Whiskey. The fan lights up “Bro! I REALLY love Fireball! Be a pal, Bro!” Meyhu walks over like he’s going to hand the bottle over. Instead he jams an elbow into the fan’s head, knocking him out. Meyhu opens the bottle and takes a sip. He nods, approving of the flavor. He sets it on the steps and spots Mack’s Jameson~
Smith: What’s he going to do?
Hood: Don’t worry…they are both whiskey, he’s not mixing different types of alcohol
Smith: That’s not what I was worried about
Hood: Good because, ya know, that doesn’t really make you sick…unless you’re a pussy
~Meyhu grabs the Jameson bottle and heads back toward Mack. He walks over the steps and sees Mack sitting up. Blood is running from Mack’s forehead, down his face and chest. He looks up at Meyhu and stands, wobbly. Meyhu slings the bottle at Mack’s head. Mack falls to his knees…Meyhu’s hand SMASHES into the post with the Jameson bottle breaking into whiskey soaked pieces. He reaches for his swinging hand and looks at it…the palm has a decent slice down the middle. Mack puts his head between Meyhu’s legs and he stands up! Meyhu is draped over Mack’s back. Mack then whips Meyhu into the floor, around the broken Rum bottle with an Alabama Slam of his own!! The crowd cheers with a few fans wincing. Meyhu arches his back as Mack staggers against the barricade~
Smith: This really escalated quite quickly
Hood: Well, that’s what happens when liquor is involved. Could you imagine a fairy tale written by a drunk?
Smith: I don’t think I’d want to
Hood: It would be something like…’Once upon a time’ and then the words would drift to the edge of the page…you’d flip the page and read ‘the end’.
Smith: I’m not sure that correlates
~Mack wipes the blood out of his eyes. His left arm is hanging over the barricade with the rest of his body leaning forward. Meyhu grabs onto the apron and pulls himself to his feet. His back has several small cuts in it. He reaches his feet and turns around. Mack lunges at Meyhu and jumps…Meyhu catches Mack and charges at the barricade…they go THROUGH the barricade, crashing into the crowd. The fans around go wild. Scruff takes a sip of Fireball before sliding under the bottom rope and hopping the barricade…he stands close to the action~
Smith: What strength by Meyhu! Mack isn’t a small man
Hood: Are you calling Mack fat? I know he’s been hitting the bottle harder than usual but to call the mother fucker fat seems disrespectful
Smith: I’m not calling him fat!
Hood: Okay, good….I saw him throwing up outside a bar last weekend and was worried he might have developed an eating disorder. We wouldn’t want your insensitive comments contributing to that
Smith: Pretty sure any vomit related behavior outside a bar has absolutely no relation to any type of eating disorder.
Hood: I think you need sensitivity training
~Meyhu gets to his feet and stumbles deeper into the crowd. Mack rolls over and does a push up. He goes after Meyhu. Meyhu gives Mack a knife edged chop into his chest. Mack winces. Meyhu grabs Mack by the back of the head and hurls him deeper into the crowd! Mack’s body smacks into the concrete surface as he rolls up into the bottom of a cement staircase. Fans continue to scatter, giving the men space~
Smith: We saw this a few weeks ago with MJ Bell and PerZag…crowd fighting!
Hood: I wish some of those stupid fans would get punched
Smith: Why would you wish that on those untrained OCW fans?
Hood: Because they ALWAYS cheer for the wrong person. The only time I’ve ever been proud of an OCW fan base was Orange Cat Head
~Mack gets to his feet. Meyhu charges in…Mack ducks and lifts Meyhu over his back high into the air! Meyhu lands into the cement steps!! Fans grimace. Mack walks up the steps, reaching the top. He staggers near the barricade. It’s the exact same type of spot where MJ and PerZag fought two weeks earlier. He leans against the barricade, wiping excess blood from his eyes~
Smith: Oh no…not again!
Hood: I doubt we’re going to see the same, exact result
Smith: I hope not, that was horrific! Poor Puff was, umm
Hood: Puffing?
Smith: ..yea..poor Puff was puffing on his inhaler for hours after the fright PerZag gave him
~Mack spots something. It’s Bradley Carrington’s book! It’s been passed halfway through the crowd. Mack grabs it and hustles down the steps. He pulls Meyhu to his feet. He smacks Meyhu in the face with the book!! He hits him again and again!! Meyhu falls to his knees! Mack brings the book crashing down into Meyhu’s face!! Meyhu falls to his side, rolling onto his front. Mack whips him with the book several times before finally taking the book, ripping it in half and throwing it high into the air. The crowd goes wild~
Smith: That seemed a bit excessive
Hood: THE IRONY
Smith: What do you mean? The fact that both Meyhu and Carrington were Atlantic Champions in Boardwalk?
Hood: Sure, we can go with that
Smith: I’d recommend it!
~Meyhu begins to climb the cement stairs. Every so often he reaches for his back, which is in obvious pain from the drop onto the cement as well as the book thrashing. He reaches the top. Mack spots Meyhu at the top of the steps and sprints up the stairs. He throws a kick at Meyhu’s head. Meyhu leans back and Mack misses…Meyhu sweeps his other leg and Mack flips backward, slapping his back onto the concrete surface. Meyhu crawls over Mack and goes for a pin. Scruff runs up the steps…the rocky music plays…not really, but it did in our heads. Scruff hops over and makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: We nearly had a new Savage Champion!
Hood: Jealous mother fucker…Mack saw that luscious hair atop the Marvel’s head and tried to kick it off
Smith: I think he was just trying to keep his opponent down
Hood: Nope, green with envy…just like that Emerald guy
~Meyhu shakes his head. He crawls over Mack and gets to his feet. He stumbles through the exit and into the concession area. There aren’t many fans as most of them are seated, watching the match. Employees scramble to get everything put away so they can leave at a decent hour. A white trash looking man stands outside the bathroom, impatiently. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt. He bitches, “Fuckin kid and his small bladder. HURRY UP BOY, I’M MISSIN MY WRESTLIN!” Meyhu emerges. The man’s eyes bulge “HOLY SHIT IT’S THE DAMN MARVEL!”~
Smith: A dedicated parent
Hood: Hey, he took his kid to the bathroom. Lay off the man
Smith: Complaining the entire way
Hood: Yea, well his kid probably drank his soda too fast
~Mack O’Connor smacks Meyhu in the back of the head with a forearm. Meyhu stumbles into the concession counter. The kid’s father rushes in closer, all excited. Meyhu turns around…Mack grabs Meyhu by the side of the head and gives him a loud, skull cracking head butt!! Blood splatters all over the dad’s white shirt! He looks down and begins to scream, “HELL YEA! NEVER WASHING THIS SHIRT, NEVER EVER!” His kid emerges, he picks up the kid and hurries off, saying something about how they gotta show his new shirt off to momma. Mack lifts Matt up and sets him atop the concession counter. There is a man with long, brown hair cleaning popcorn out of the popcorn machine. Mack spins around and drills Meyhu in the chin with a stiff right hand! Meyhu spills over the counter, bumping into the concession employee. He turns around…it’s Tony the Spider!! He looks down at Matt and starts laughing~
Smith: What the…can we get that imbecile off screen? The mere image of that man during a main event is insulting
Hood: You’re insulting!
Smith: Why is he messing with the popcorn anyway?
Hood: You know his deal had to be super low…guy probably has to work the concession stands after his matches just to keep gas in his car? Bike? VESPA?
~Tony the Spider reaches into the machine and grabs some popcorn…he throws it into his mouth while laughing. He, along with the rest of the staff exit the area, giving Meyhu and Mack space. Mack stands on the concession counter and looks down at Meyhu. Meyhu’s hand reaches up, grabbing the edge of the metallic counter for support. His bloodied head slowly appears as he tries to regain his balance~
Smith: What is Mack going to do?
Hood: Good question, not much room…maybe he’s trying to grab one of those souvenir cups in the back that are so high to reach.
Smith: I’m pretty sure he could get those for free
Hood: Seriously? That’s now how OCW works, pal
~Mack crouches, getting ready for something. Meyhu reaches up and grabs the waist band of Mack’s jeans. He yanks down and Mack falls face first into the glass casing of the popcorn machine!! It shatters!! We hear the crowd in the arena and the concession employees scream with horror. The yellow popcorn is all stained red. Meyhu crawls onto the counter and rolls off, landing harshly in the line area~
Smith: OH NO
Hood: This is tragic! Now those concession employees are going to be here for HOURS cleaning that up
Smith: What about Mack’s face?
Hood: Seriously? What’s done is done…there’s no making that face any uglier
~Mack’s bloody upper body slides out of the popcorn, disappearing behind the counter. Meyhu gets to his feet. He grabs a handful of napkins and applies them to the cut on his head. He sees Tony and rips off a piece of his concession shirt…he ties it around the cut in his palm. He points at Tony’s rag and turns around. Tony uses it to wipe the blood off of Meyhu’s back. The fans boo~
Smith: What the? This isn’t a spa!
Hood: Guy is prepping for the end of the match…plus, Tony is a great guy, willing to help out in any situation.
Smith: I think Tony the Spider is mentally…mentally…
Hood: Go ahead, say it
Smith: I’ll stick with unstable
~Mack crawls around the corner. Meyhu takes the rag from Tony and shoves him out of the way. He pulls Mack to his feet and wraps the towel around Mack’s neck. He begins to choke Mack. Mack stumbles forward with Meyhu following, keeping a firm grip. They head towards an aisle way in between two concession stands. Meanwhile, an employee looks at the bloody popcorn and shakes his head. A dark figure approaches…everybody scrams. It’s ROBERT MORBIDUS. He scoops a bag of popcorn up and begins to enjoy~
Smith: Of course the vampire is lurking around conveniently for blood soaked popcorn
Hood: Dude, they can turn into ravens and fly around
Smith: Bats
Hood: I’m not crazy!
Smith: NO! It’s bats! They turn into bats, not ravens!
Hood: Well excuuuuuse me Mr. Vampire lover
~Mack staggers toward an elevator at the end of the skinny hall. He bumps into the button, lighting it up. The doors open and a female employee speaks, “Step right…” she gets a sight of the bloodied Mack being choked out by the bloodied Meyhu. “GOOD HEAVENS!” and she sprints out. Mack staggers into the elevator with Meyhu doing everything he can to choke Mack unconscious. He follows O’Connor inside. Our camera man…a brave person, apparently, sneaks in there. The doors shut. Mack kicks his legs onto the wall and he pushes back, slamming Meyhu into the side! Meyhu release his grip, grabbing the back of his head. Mack removes the towel and starts coughing~
Smith: An OCW first!
Hood: Elevator brawl!
Smith: The limited space may have saved Mack
Hood: LOVE IN AN ELEVATOR…whoa, wait, nevermind
Smith: I was about to say
Hood: Yea, sorry…just one of my favorite Aerosmith songs
~Mack gets to his feet. Meyhu locks him in a sleeper!! Mack struggles, trying to fight out of it. While doing so, he hits the second floor button. The elevator begins to go up. Mack reaches behind and finds the gash in Meyhu’s head. He jams his thumb into it. Meyhu yells and finally breaks the hold. The elevator stops and the doors open. Mack stumbles out, creating some distance. Meyhu is out next, holding his head. Mack stumbles toward an entry way into the crowd~
Smith: Oh great…now they are even HIGHER than before
Hood: Weed gets piped into those elevators? Is Bob Grenier our utility man?
Smith: ELEVATION you degenerate! They are about to enter into the second level…the nose bleeds
Hood: OH NO
Smith: Thank you
Hood: That means Meyhu might get touched by some ridiculously poor people. This was NOT in his contract.
~Meyhu follows Mack. He kicks Mack in the back of the legs. Mack tumbles down some cement stairs to a bottom, flat area. It’s the front row of the nose bleeds. There is a four foot wall with railing. After that it’s bon voyage. Meyhu hustles down the steps, wobbly. The fans cheer. OCW security tries to keep the dirty, filthy poor people from touching Meyhu. Peaches is front row trying to get to Mack, but she’s withheld by security. Meyhu pulls Mack to his feet and elbows him in the chin. He then lifts Mack up for a press slam…he faces the railing, preparing to throw him off the second floor. The crowd gasps~
Smith: NO! He’s gonna kill the man!
Hood: The way Mack drinks, he doesn’t have long to live anyway
Smith: How CRASS
Hood: The truth is the truth…not my fault if YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH
~Mack reaches down and grabs the wound in Meyhu’s head. Again he yells and loses his grip. Mack falls behind Meyhu, landing on his knee. Meyhu turns around…Mack rises and delivers a stiff right hand to the face of Meyhu!! He staggers back against the railing. Mack punches him again and again and again with the fans going wild. PEACHES lets out an orgasmic yell. Mack leans back and slams his arm into Meyhu’s chest with a clothesline! Meyhu starts to tip backward…he wraps his arms around Mack and the two men go over the railing falling all the way down into the crowd below!!! A sea of people had gathered, watching, so they land atop dozens of onlookers! The crowd goes wild with ‘HOLY SHIT!’ chants filling the OCW arena. Scruff looks down from the railing, shrugging~
Smith: OH MY GOSH!
Hood: Holy mother fucking shit balls…does that mean this is a draw?
Smith: I hope not! But I can’t imagine anyone getting up from that
Hood: Luckily wrestling fans are usually pretty stout people…so there was somewhat of a cushion down there
Smith: You could have said that a lot nicer, you know
Hood: Dude, I think I cleaned it up pretty nicely
~Gruff rushes out from behind the curtain and grumbles as he climbs over the barricade saying things like “I’m too old for this shit.” He fights through the fans and spots Meyhu and Mack. Mack’s hand is draped across Meyhu’s chest with Meyhu’s shoulders touching the ground. Gruff’s eyes widen as he says “Hot damn!” he falls to his knees and counts`
1!
2!
3…SHOULDER UP!
Smith: Was that a spasm?
Hood: Doesn’t matter, good enough
Smith: Can this man be pinned?
Hood: He got Tiffany pregnant, didn’t he?
Smith: Well, I mean, that can work both ways
Hood: Ah, so you visualize his sex life
Smith: Leave me alone
~Mack sits up. He’s almost in a state of shock. The Knife Man TEARS through the crowd. He leans over and looks at Mack. Mack tells him to fuck off. He turns his focus to Meyhu. His knife glides across Meyhu’s face. Meyhu’s eyes open and he backs away quickly. He waves The Knife Man off. OCW’s medic SLASH mechanic begins checking on the wellness of the fans involved in the precipitous collision. Mack gets to his feet and stumbles for the barricade. He sort of throws his body over it, falling to the floor outside the ring. Meyhu leans against the barricade nearest the ramp. Gruff walks through the portion broken earlier…not wanting to climb over it a second time. The fans are cheering and chanting “TO THE DEATH!”~
Smith: A blood thirsty crowd tonight in Key West
Hood: Are these Morbidus’ children?
Smith: That would make him a very potent man
Hood: How did Scruff get all the way up there, anyway…I didn’t see him in the elevator
Smith: We have stairs, Hood
~Meyhu tentatively climbs over the barricade and walks alongside the ramp. He spots the shopping cart. The keg, darts, and barstool remain. Mack reaches the cart first. He grabs the darts and throws them at Meyhu. There are six…the first three miss. Meyhu dodges the fourth. The fifth stabs Meyhu in the left shoulder!! He keeps walking toward Mack and pulls the dart out like he’s the damn Terminator. Mack throws the sixth…it’s heading right for Meyhu’s face. Meyhu swats it down!! The crowd freaks out at the athleticism of Meyhu. Mack mouths “Shit!” He reaches for the bar stool and struggles getting it out. Meyhu charges forward and kicks Mack in the head with a big boot!!! Mack slams into the apron, releasing the stool…it falls back into the cart~
Smith: I can’t believe the audacity of our Savage Champion, trying to blind a man with darts
Hood: I can’t believe he’s that shitty at throwing darts…you’d think with all the hours he’s logged inside bars he would have at least hit Meyhu in the nose
Smith: Thank goodness he didn’t!
Hood: Wouldn’t it be funny if Mack loses…funny to think he could blame his loss on a bar stool? I wonder how many bar fights have been decided by a stool?
Smith: I wouldn’t have any idea
~Meyhu lifts Mack’s legs up and rolls him into the ring. He grabs the barstool and tosses it into the ring. He grabs the pony keg and tosses it into the ring. He walks up the steps, grabs the Fireball and enters through the ropes. He leans in the corner and takes a sip. He waits for Mack to get to his feet. Meyhu charges in and swings with the bottle…Mack ducks and hooks Meyhu in a full nelson…he lifts Meyhu up and drops him with a Full Nelson Slam!! The Fireball surprisingly bounces off the canvas and into Mack’s hands. He begins chugging. He kills half the bottle and throws it out of the ring, it smashes to pieces. He grabs the bar stool and crouches in a corner. Blood is pouring off his chin. He shakes his head, bouncing around anxiously, waiting for Meyhu to get to his feet~
Smith: The Marvel is in a tough spot…Mack could win it with that barstool!
Hood: The barstool giveth and the barstool taketh away
Smith: A capricious piece of furniture
Hood: On Mondays, in Key west…sure
~Meyhu stands….his back is to O’Connor. He turns around and O’Connor charges at Meyhu…he swings the barstool and CRUSHES it into Meyhu’s upper body!! Meyhu falls to the mat as the barstool falls to pieces. Mack falls on top of Meyhu with the cover. The crowd rises to their feet, counting along with Gruff~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!!
Smith: Son of a biscuit eater!!
Hood: Wow…I’m gonna ignore your terminology and say, simply that THE MARVEL IS THE MAN
Smith: That was a legitimate barstool folks
Hood: Yea, not some piece of shit you buy from IKEA
~Mack sits up, he runs his fingers from the top of his head, down his face…he collects a lot of thick, cold blood. He flings it to the ground and crawls to his feet. He looks down at Meyhu and shakes his head. “Can he keep this man down?” he wonders. He grabs Meyhu by his crusty, blood dried hair and slams him, face first into the pony keg. It rolls toward the ropes, bouncing innocently against the bottom rope. Mack yanks Meyhu to his feet. Meyhu gets a thumb into Mack’s eyes!! He hooks Mack for Ego Trip!! The crowd jumps to their feet~
Smith: The Ego Trip!! If Meyhu hits this it’s over!!
Hood: Awww hell yea!
Smith: This would be disastrous…that means The Aptitude would be one title closer toward total domination
Hood: FUCK YEA
~Meyhu is about to drop Mack…Mack bites Meyhu in the ear!! Meyhu releases and pushes Mack away, not wanting to lose that portion of his body. He holds his ear and turns around to yell at Mack. Mack knees him in the gut and hooks him for Claymore. The crowd goes wild!!~
Smith: CLAYMORE!
Hood: No damnit, NO
Smith: C’mon Mack, drop the big, egotistical jerk!
~A figure slides into the ring. The crowd screams and point towards it. Its face is covered with a black mask. It’s wearing a confederate flag covered shirt. It picks up the pony keg. Mack is facing the figure. His eye brows narrow…he’s confused…he lets go of Meyhu. The masked figure lifts the keg up in the air~
Smith: It’s VARGAS! He’s going to bash Meyhu!
Hood: Oh and you approve of this?
Smith: Savage rules, Hood…fighting fire with fire
Hood: Where’s that fireball bottle? This is making me sick!
~The masked figure slams the pony keg into MACK’S HEAD!! The crowd gasps in shock. The masked figure drops the keg and slides out of the ring…it hops the barricade and rushes through the crowd. Mack teeters on his feet. He turns around, right into Meyhu’s grasp. Meyhu drops Mack to the mat with Ego Trip!!! The crowd pops for the surprise of the move!! Once they settle down and realize what’s going on, they boo as Gruff gets to his knees and counts~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings as the OCW Arena is filled with boos~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…AND NEW OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION…”THE MARVEL” MATT MEYHU!!!!!
~Meyhu rolls over and backslides into the corner. He covers the gashed part of his head, wincing in pain. The cloth around his hand is blood soaked and his back continues to leak. Belvedere hands the Savage Championship to Gruff. He, in turn, hands it to Meyhu. Meyhu accepts it and continues to rest in the corner~
Smith: Mack was SCREWED
Hood: Hey, you were all for that when you thought he was gonna hit Mack with the keg
Smith: That couldn’t have been Vargas, no way
Hood: I dunno man, he was wearing the flag
Smith: Yea, but he hates The Aptitude with such a confederate passion…he’d rather see ANYTHING than those guys collect more hardware.
Hood: I’m just saying…if you had to pick someone, you’d pick Vargas as the person under the mask
~The crowd starts to boo. TIO with his Paradigm Title and CJ with his OCW Tag Title head down the ramp. They enter into the ring. CJ takes the other tag belt from Gruff and hands it to Meyhu. They help Meyhu to his feet, he’s exhausted and drops his Savage Belt. TIO places the Savage Title over Meyhu’s left shoulder while CJ places the Tag belt over his right. They hoist Meyhu’s hands in the air as he can barely stand, covered in blood and sweat. The crowd boos and throws trash into the ring. Somewhere, Peaches tries to commit suicide~
Smith: What a deplorable display
Hood: I think it’s pretty cool
Smith: Ick!
~TIO looks down at Mack. He kicks the former champion, who is completely spent. CJ laughs and kicks Mack as well. Meyhu backs up against the ropes, using them for support…he’s too exhausted to join in. The other two members of Aptitude stomp away on the bloodied, broken body of Mack O’Connor. The fans boo and chant “BULLSHIT!” at them…but, they don’t care~
Smith: Somebody stop this!! That man has been through WAR and now we’re going to allow THIS?
Hood: War? Let’s not be overly dramatic here, Smith. Nobody got shot
Smith: I’m DISGUSTED…these men have no business in OCW. This type of behavior is unacceptable…we need somebody…ANYBODY to get in their way. Syren’s locked up…PerZag’s head is somewhere else…Vargas quit…we need a savior!
Hood: You’re looking at our saviors, Smith! They may not be in the form you’d prefer…but that doesn’t make the truth any less…umm, true
Voice: HEY!
~TIO and CJ stop. They turn toward the entrance and spot former OCW Champion MJ Bell! The crowd goes wild. She’s on top of the stage with a mic in her hand…she looks furious~
MJ Bell: That’s enough! Leave him alone!
~TIO snaps his fingers. A mic is brought to him quickly~
TIO: Madeline…my dear, sweet Madeline. Why don’t you come down here and make us?
~CJ and TIO laugh. CJ takes the mic~
CJ O’Donnell: She can’t! Her friends are either quitters, losers, or both! She’s all alone.
~CJ and TIO continue to laugh with arrogance~
MJ Bell: Oh, I’m not alone.
~The crowd perks up. TIO and CJ look at each other, they have no idea what she’s talking about~
Smith: Not alone? Who is with her?
Hood: I think we’re about to find out…
~MJ raises the mic and points it at the curtain. Suddenly, "Godzilla" by Blue Oyster Cult begins to play. The crowd rises to their feet. Some seem to already know what’s going on. CJ and TIO look at one another with confusion. Meyhu falls to one knee, he’s about to pass out~
Smith: Wait a minute…WAIT A MINUTE…COULD IT BE?
Hood: JUST FUCKING TELL ME ALREADY!
~The curtain is split apart violently as the crowd goes wild~
Smith: IT’S KENSHIN TAKAMURA!!
Hood: OOHHHH SHIT!
~Takamura stands next to MJ…but they aren’t done. They look toward the curtain and Jacqui Monroe steps through. The arena erupts again with cheers. TIO’s eyes are wide, he’s in shock. CJ tries to snap him out of it. The crowd breaks into “TOKYO KNIVES” chants~
Smith: IT’S THE TOKYO KNIVES! KENSHIN TAKAMURA AND JACQUI MONROE!
Hood: Oh fuck!
Smith: I think it’s pretty easy to see why they are here…they are here to aid MJ and claim those OCW Tag Titles
Hood: Shit just got realer than a Saturday night in the trailer park!
~CJ is light on his toes. He’s trying to snap TIO out of it. He turns to Meyhu…he’s in no condition to fight anyone. MJ looks at Kenshin and Jacqui. They both nod and the trio rushes to the ring. The crowd explodes!! CJ grabs TIO and Meyhu…he helps them out of the ring as Kenshin, MJ, and Jacqui all slide in! The crowd is on their feet jumping up and down. CJ helps Meyhu to the ramp with TIO standing at ringside, looking up, still stunned~
Smith: The Incredible One’s match next week just got A LOT more difficult
Hood: And…The Aptitude has been put on notice, it appears.
Smith: Yep, The Tokyo Knives are here and they want those OCW Tag Team Championships!
~CJ leaves Meyhu at the ramp. He staggers back and takes a seat. CJ snaps his fingers in front of TIO’s face. TIO returns to reality and is helped by CJ back to the ramp. They look up into the ring. Kenshin is standing next to MJ. Jacqui rushes toward the ropes and hops onto the middle rope yelling a bunch of trash talk at CJ and TIO~
Smith: She’s got an attitude, Hood. She’s not someone you’d want to mess with…she’s won championships and awards in every promotion she’s ever competed.
Hood: Son of a bitch…and now here they are, raining all over Meyhu’s parade!
Smith: Turnabout is fair play, Hood
~The crowd chants “TOKYO KNIVES!”. They are enthralled at the unexpected turn of events. CJ talks shit back to Jacqui. She doesn’t back down. CJ acts like he’s going to head into the ring…but he backs away, smiling. He and TIO help Meyhu to his feet. His arms are draped over their shoulders…he looks like he’s about to pass out. TIO remains speechless with CJ tossing all the shit toward Jacqui who retaliates just as fiercely. We fade to black~