OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, May 22nd 2017
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~The screen goes black…the Massacre logo flashes across before fading into darkness. We slowly transition into a shot of the OCW arena. The fans are on their feet screaming…well, not all of them…most of them are cheering but a few are definitely screaming and, well, whatever works. We just hope they aren’t in any actual pain. A few signs catch our eye…”ALICE KNIGHT IS GOING TO ANNOUNCE THAT SHE ATTACKED JULLIET BROOKS” a sign to the right has an arrow pointing left, at the previous sign…this sign also reads “THAT WOULD CERTAINLY KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE!” “MONROE IS GOING TO MURDER PKA!” “RAYDER MAY HAVE A BIG HEAD, BUT CARRINGTON HAS A BIG BRAIN.” “EVERY BROTHER WHO EVER HAD A BITCH SISTER IS GOING TO ENJOY TONIGHT.” “EVERY SISTER WITH A NARCISSTIC, DICK BAG OLDER BROTHER IS GOING TO ENJOY TONIGHT.” “WHAT IF I’M AN ONLY CHILD?” “WEATHER REPORT CALLS FOR CLOUDY SKIES!” “WEATHER REPORT CALLS FOR…HEAT. I MEAN, HAVE YOU SEEN JADE SPRITZ?” “I HEARD SHOOTAH DOESN’T EVEN OWN A GUN!” “MEYHU FOR THE WIN!” “TIO DESERVES THE OCW TITLE” “CURT CANON AND CHECKERS ARE MY FRIENDS!” “JACK PUFFER NEEDS TO FIND DAMIAN K’ AND/OR MAX SHADE!” “WHO IS LEVI RUSSOW AND WHY IS HE IN THE MAIN EVENT?” we quit looking at signs and focus on Smith and Hood~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Smith and alongside me as always is Hood…Hood, how ya doing tonight?
Hood: Same as always, pal
Smith: Terrific! Well folks we’ve got a great show inside the ring, as always…but it’s the issues OUTSIDE the ring that have people talking about tonight’s episode.
Hood: Oh come on, we don’t need to discuss politics on STARZ
Smith: I’m talking about the feuds and issues between OCW wrestlers as we march toward Stainless Steel Ride!
Hood: Oh, yea, those…yea man, those are getting pretty INTENSE…with all due respect to Iggy and his trigger finger
Smith: Julliet Brooks will be here tonight…she’s determined to find out who not only attacked her…but who is behind ALL of the attacks that have taken place recently against, well, the females of the roster
Hood: My money is on the Dravers kid…the one with PINK hair
Smith: Probably the least likely suspect you could have come up with
Hood: I could have said the Toothfairy
Smith: I stand corrected…RIP Toothfairy…regardless, I have a feeling based upon a cryptic message released by the attacker that we will finally discover who has been behind these attacks during tonight’s episode!
Hood: Hey, that sign could be right…it COULD be Alice Knight
Smith: No way is it the kind hearted Alice! How dare you say such things! Alice Knight will be in attendance as well with a special announcement…I can only hope it’s not what it appears to be
Hood: That she’s having a sex change and going to be known as Allen Knight?
Smith: NO!...the R word
Hood: Ahh, always knew she was retarded
Smith: RETIREMENT
Hood: Dude, don’t get my hopes up!
Smith: We also have Mark Storm and Jade Spritz in action….Bradley Carrington returns to the ring after his huge victory over Iggy Hardy to take on the improving Robbie Rayder. And then…we will see a sibling rivalry of sorts as CJ O’Donnell looks to avenge his Rumble loss by competing inside the ring against his adopted sister, Josie Barnes.
Hood: That was a mouthful. Fucking CJ is playing with fire these last few weeks…he’s been winning, but barely…if he loses tonight, that would suck
Smith: Indeed…his mind seems to be on legends but, if he wants to escape tonight with another win, he needs to put those legends aside and focus on the talented newcomer to OCW and the sport of professional wrestling, Josie Barnes.
Hood: He’s gonna beat her worse than the masked Alice Knight did all those weeks back
Smith: Alice Knight is not the masked assailant
Hood: Excuse me, the masked Nathan Dravers…which, if you think about it is quite the feat considering his ridiculous hair.
Smith: Whatever…and, finally, we will witness our Fourth Process of Elimination Match. The undefeated Marvel, Matt Meyhu will team with Tony the Spider and PKA to face the newcomer Levi Russow, Jacqui Monroe and OCW Hall of Famer, Curt Canon.
Hood: Fuck yea, that should be jizztastic
Smith: Please don’t use that word again…alright folks, we’ve got a lot to cover and a limited amount of time to do it in…so, let’s head down to ringside for our first match this evening!
Rick Mad (2-0) vs Jack Puffer (0-2)
~Puffer is in the ring. He rotates his shoulders back and forth, loosening up for his match~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Aurora, Illinois…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 215lbs…’Detective’ Jack Puffer!!!
~ "Breadline" by Megadeth begins to play as the lights dim. Smoke billows from the aisle…but, nobody emerges. The crowd is confused. Belvedere and the rest of the people at ringside give it a few minutes before coming to the realization that Rick Mad isn’t showing up. Puffer starts to look around the ring, suspiciously~
Smith: We’ve lost Rick Mad!
Hood: Don’t worry, Smith…Puffer’s on the case!
~Puffer hops out of the ring and looks under the apron. The returns to his feet and holds out his hands, displaying them to be empty…it’s a gesture for ‘I found nothing’. Puffer looks around the steps…under the steps…he peers through the crowd…he looks around the ring bell and the announce desk…yet, he finds nothing~
Smith: Shocking revelation, folks…Jack Puffer is unable to find something
Hood: I heard Rick Mad was the hide and seek champion of his city back in 1990 something
Smith: Great piece of journalism, Hood
Hood: Hey, it’s what I do
~An OCW staff person rushes down to ringside. Puffer stops him and looks into his eyes. He asks “Rick?” The staff person pulls away. Puffer shakes his head, realizing it is not Rick Mad. The man hands a note to Belvedere. Belvedere reads it and then makes an announcement~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…I have just been informed that Rick Mad will not compete against Jack Puffer tonight. Apparently Mr. Mad has, and I quote, ‘a more important item that requires his attention.’
~The fans boo. Puffer shakes his head, possibly wondering if he still gets paid. We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: Well, so much for that as an opener
Hood: This Rick Mad guy is a very important person…I’m sure he had a great reason for cancelling the match
Smith: I know nothing about this man other than the face he’s been handed easy win after easy win since signing up. It doesn’t make sense…what’s his deal?
Hood: I don’t know…maybe we’ll find out later tonight?
Smith: I certainly hope so…I’m tired of watching Rick Mad destroy Jack Puffer, Shootah, and John E Depth
Hood: I’m not
Smith: Let’s head backstage as we prepare for our REAL opener out here in a just a few moments
~We cut backstage where Annie Alvarez steps out of a limousine. Marcus Welsh stands nearby with his hands folded in front. He smiles, happy to see his ‘better half’. Annie is bubbly, beguiled with mirth. She’s dressed in arguably the finest attire she owns. Welsh leans over to look into the back of the limo, through the open door. Annie places her finger under his chin, straightening his posture~
Annie Alvarez: Don’t worry, he’s not in there.
Marcus Welsh: Good, so you finally rid yourself of that troublemaker.
Annie Alvarez: Mhm. He just wanted too much…was asking too much of me. At first I was okay with it because of our past…but now, now all I see is you. I believe in your vision, your way. No more Plethora.
Marcus Welsh: Music to my ears, Annie! After all, we can’t have him harming our most precious talent. But, enough about that loser. Let’s look to the future…now that you are ‘all in’, I’d like to present you with a gift later on tonight. What do you say?
Annie Alvarez: You know I love gifts!
Marcus Welsh: Perfect.
~Welsh and Annie head inside acting like the happiest couple in the world. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Feelings will make a person do strange things. Annie has rid herself of Plethora at the behest of Marcus Welsh
Hood: It’s the smart thing to do…Plethora is just some grim reaper rip off…probably a bum…wandering around, imposing on Annie…a fucking free loader…Welsh just had to show her the way.
Smith: Sounds a bit cultish to me, but whatever. She’s apparently going to be rewarded for her ‘efforts’.
Hood: As well she should. Nothing can replace the loss of a friend quite like jewelry.
Smith: Despicable…I’m sure she’ll get some kind of shiny object. Oh well, that remains to be seen…if we’re lucky, perhaps they’ll just do it backstage and we won’t have to watch.
Hood: Where’s your heart at, huh? WHERE IS IT?
Smith: You’re one to talk….anyway, it’s time for our next match…so, let’s head on down to ringside.
Madyson Carter (0-0) vs. Shootah (0-2)
~Shootah is in the ring looking more confident than usual. Depth is showing him how to use his backhand to bitch slap a woman. Shootah nods saying “That could be effective, yo. What’s this ho, like three feet tall, B?” Depth smiles and says, “Yea, something like that”~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, from Hollywood, California…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 180lbs…Shootah!!!
~” At My Best “ by Machine Gun Kelly ft. Hailee Steinfeld hits. The fans stand and watch as the curious, somewhat anxious Madyson Carter steps out from behind the curtain. She marvels at the electric vibe created by the eclectic OCW audience. She takes in a deep breath and heads down the ramp. She rushes up the ramp and steps through the ropes, ready for her debut~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida…standing five feet tall and weighing in at 105lbs…Madyson Carter!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: Madyson Carter making her debut here against Shootah!
Hood: Damn, she’s kinda hot…great signing, Welsh!
Smith: She’s also talented inside the ring
Hood: Ah, who cares about that
~Shootah struts forward, looking down at Carter over the bridge of his nose. Carter looks up with a miffed look, wondering why he has such disdain for her…he doesn’t even know her! Shootah displays the back of his hand and says, “Don’t make me slap a bitch!” Carter’s mouth drops open…she’s appalled. She turns back around and pushes Shootah~
Smith: Uh oh…I think Shootah may have said the wrong thing
Hood: What else is new? I’m surprised that guy doesn’t wear Velcro shoes
Smith: Look at his feet, he does wear them
Hood: Wow
~Shootah looks at Depth…there’s doubt in his eyes. Depth yells into the ring “Don’t let her push you around like that!” Shootah nods and steps forward…he reaches back and BITCH SLAPS Carter across the face with the back of his hand. Carter staggers to her left, holding the right side of her face. Shootah gasps, covering his mouth…it looks as though he wants to apologize but Depth yells at him to “MAN UP”~
Smith: Uh oh…Shootah might have bitten off more than he can chew
Hood: Hate it when that happens…cut too big a slice of steak off and then you’re all like working your mouth overtime to break it down…first world problems, man
Smith: I’ve never had that problem
Hood: True, you are pretty adept at putting a ton of meat in your mouth
Smith: Indeed, I love meat!
~Carter recovers and drills Shootah in the face with a forearm!! Shootah yells “OW, SHE HITS LIKE A MAN!” Carter hits him again and again…Shootah staggers into the ropes…he tries to climb through them, hoping to escape…Carter grabs Shootah by the leg and drags him into the center of the ring. Shootah begs her to take his Velcro Shoes…he even undoes one of them. The shoe comes off and Carter loses her grip. Shootah runs back for the ropes, trying to escape. Carter chases after Shootah, this time hooking him around the waist~
Smith: This man is a disgrace to the sport!
Hood: I think with a little training he could be great!
Smith: No, never
Hood: Send him to that Squirrels Academy Josie graduated from
Smith: SQUIRES
~In an amazing display of strength and base, Carter lifts Shootah up and over her head with a German Suplex!! Shootah folds up, with his knees dangling near his ears. Carter kips to her feet and grabs Shootah by his greasy, dirty hair. She pulls him to his feet and drops him in the center of the ring with an RKO~
Smith: She calls that Heaven’s Faith
Hood: Ah fuck…looks like Shootah’s streak of bad luck will continue
Smith: I hope the man has insurance
Hood: Haha, yea right
~Carter grabs Shootah’s arms and pulls them behind his back…he’s face down on the mat…she hooks in a double chickenwing while on top of Shootah’s back…she raises up, bringing Shootah along for the ride….she falls onto her back and bridges with Shootah’s chest pointing at the ceiling!! Shootah is yelling in pain. “MY SHOULDERS, YO! THEY GONNA BREAK!” Carter applies more pressure…Shootah instantly quits yelling, “PLEASE SCRUFF, MAKE IT STOP!’ Scruff signals for the bell, it rings. Carter immediately lets go of Shootah~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…MADYSON CARTER!!!!!
Smith: Impressive debut for the talented Madyson Carter!
Hood: Fuck, she tore his upper body up!
Smith: That submission move is a painful one…she calls it Heaven’s Pain…I can see her winning a lot of matches in the future with that move
Hood: Could be…but, as I always say…they get a hell of a lot tougher than Shootah
Smith: Indeed they do…alright, let’s head backstage!
~Rebel is walking into the building from the parking lot, when he is approached by two police officers. He stops and looks from one to the other~
Rebel: Can I help you officers?
Officer 1: You’re coming in for questioning in relation to an attempted murder last week. I’d prefer to do this without making a scene.
~Rebel looks stunned, but nods~
Rebel: Well, given I know that I haven’t done anything like that, I’m willing to come quietly to clear my name. What makes you think it was me?
Officer 2: Witness says he saw a blonde wrestler shooting up the guy, didn’t drop a name, apparently he’s bad with names. You and another guy fit the bill, so we’re taking you both in.
~Rebel nods: Am I allowed to know who the other guy is?
~The first officer puts a hand on his shoulder~
Officer 1: Don’t see how it could hurt, after all he’s probably a buddy of yours, Iggy Hardy.
~Rebel raises an eyebrow~
Rebel: Iggy...Hardy, of course it is. Wonder how he’s reacting to this.
~The last part was said under his breath~
Officer 2: What was that.
Rebel: Oh, you’ll see.
~They walk off screen, Rebel co-operating with them. We cut to a shot of Iggy Hardy becoming intense. He SCREAMS “FUCK THIS SHIT” and grabs a nearby television set, slamming it into the ground. The electronic device shatters into several pieces. Iggy runs forward and kicks the door down to whatever room he’s standing in…he sprints away, yelling “GET OUTTA MY FUCKING WAY” to whatever unlucky person was walking nearby. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: This has bad news written all over it
Hood: I knew Iggy was innocent…fucking Rebel going around capping people and then trying to place the blame on Iggy
Smith: I think Rebel is the innocent one in this equation
Hood: I don’t know, man…he isn’t named REBEL for obeying laws and rules
Smith: Regardless, perhaps Rebel will at least inform those cops as to who or WHAT they are dealing with when it comes to Iggy Hardy…as you just saw, the man can really get intense when things don’t go his way
Hood: Understatement of the year
Smith: Not to mention we are going to witness Rebel and Iggy Hardy face off at Stainless Steel Ride…inside a prison, my goodness, Hood…what a story this could be
Hood: Huh? What? Sorry, I was just looking at this tweet Madyson Carter sent out…hot damn!
Smith: A true professional…well folks, it’s time for our next match up as Jade Spritz takes on the up an down Mark Storm…let’s head down to ringside
Jade Spritz (4-1) vs. Mark Storm (3-3)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following matchup 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: Tough loss for Mark Storm last week…he pushed CJ O’Donnell to the limit and came up just short.
Hood: Fucker impressed, for sure.
Smith: Given the way he lost you have to assume a rematch is certain
Hood: I’d think so…I mean, I get the guy lost but, holy shit, I’m a believer in Mark Storm. So much so that I’ve taken out every form of weather related insurance possible!
Smith: While I admire your enthusiasm in regards to Mark Storm and his OCW career…you do realize his in ring performance doesn’t ACTUALLY alter the weather, right?
Hood: Quiet non-believer!
~”Lola Montez” by Volbeat hits. The fans give a mixed reaction to the sultry Jade Spritz. She steps out from behind the curtain and saunters her way to the ring. She glances up at Storm who is watching Jade from the ring, maintaining a laser like focus on his opponent. Jade smiles at Storm and heads to the ring. She climbs the steps and enters~
Belvedere: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 170lbs….Jade Spritz!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: Interesting matchup…Jade Spritz has flown a little under the radar since debuting…however her record indicates she’s much better than people are giving her credit for
Hood: Probably the FIRST time in her life she’s been under anyone’s radar
Smith: I would agree with that
Hood: It is NOT the first time however, she’s gone under
Smith: Why? WHY do you have to take it one step further?
Hood: Because I like to exercise
~Jade approaches Storm…she’s attempting to lure him in with her powers of seduction. Storm seems unaffected. He’s focused on the task at hand. Jade walks up and pokes Storm in the chest…not aggressively or with any sense of accusation…just in a playful manner. Storm looks at Jade blankly~
Smith: Don’t fall for it, Mark! She’s like a Venus flytrap!
Hood: A Penis flytrap? OUCH
Smith: VENUS flytrap, it’s a plant…for heaven’s sake!
Hood: Well excuuuuuse me
~Storm suddenly hoists Jade into the air over his shoulders! The crowd goes wild…he’s looking for Dystopia!! Jade reaches out, frantically and snares the top rope. Storm tries to pull her away from the rope but her grip is really tight. He ends up hoisting her off his shoulders…she flips over the top rope and lands on her feet, atop the apron. Storm turns around…she grabs him by the back of the head and hops off the apron raking his throat along the top rope!! Storm snaps back onto the mat~
Smith: Storm tried to finish early but Jade wasn’t satisfied and is making him continue
Hood: Geezus
Smith: What?
Hood: PHRASING, man…you need to listen to yourself
~Jade looks out at the crowd and says in a very casual, faux manner, “Oops.” She smiles and steps back onto the apron. She slides through the ropes, back into the ring. She grabs Storm by the hair and pulls him to his feet. She throws a few vicious forearm uppercuts underneath his jaw. He staggers into a corner. Jade grabs the top rope, positions her body and throws a few stiff kicks into Storm’s chest and abdomen. The fans count along…even though they are in favor of Storm because fans, ya know, will chant/cheer anything~
Smith: Jade is keeping the pressure on the midsection of Mark Storm…it seems to be an area of weakness this evening
Hood: Ya think? If you kick anything long enough it will become a fucking ‘area of weakness’
Smith: Why do you have to be so rude and condescending?
Hood: Why do you have to make such ridiculous observations?
~The crowd yells “TWELVE!” Jade pulls her leg back with a sneaky look in her eye. She stomps her foot a few times…the crowd responds with “ooooohhhh”…Jade, despite her personality, has been swept up in the chanting. She pulls her leg back and springs forward with a thirteenth and final kick. Storm catches her leg! The crowd responds with a cheer!! Jade hops on her right leg with a look of surprise. Storm kicks her base out, she falls to the mat…he holds both legs and then drops an elbow in between them!! The crowd chants “YIKES” as Jade curls up and rolls over~
Smith: Interestingly placed elbow
Hood: He just broke her baby machine
Smith: I hope not…although it could be argued a woman her age shouldn’t be having children
Hood: Women should NEVER have children…it ruins their figures…or, well, at least women with good figures.
Smith: Any woman who wants to have a child should be free to do so.
Hood: Whatever…I will say this, though…Jade probably hates the number 13
Smith: Are you saying she suffers from Triskaidekaphobia
Hood: The fuck? No man, I was just joking about how she couldn’t get that thirteenth kick off
~Storm returns to his feet…he’s holding his chest and abs…despite his counter, he’s still suffering the damage done by TWELVE consecutive kicks via the long legs of a near six foot tall woman. He backs into a corner and carefully steps up onto the middle buckle. Jade returns to her feet, wincing in pain. Storm leaps off with a Double Axe Handle into the forehead of Spritz! She falls to the mat. The fans begin to rally behind Storm~
Smith: This has been one of the more enjoyable matches I’ve seen Mark Storm wrestle in some time.
Hood: The winds are picking up, Smith!
Smith: Well, so much for my personal enjoyment
Hood: Storm is on the horizon!
~Storm pulls Jade to her feet…he holds onto her arm…he yanks Jade forward for the Storm Strike!!! Jade ducks! Storm turns around…Jade kicks Strom in the gut, grabs his head and drops him with Femme Fatale!!! The crowd pops with shock. Jade jumps on top of Storm as Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….JADE SPRITZ!!!!!
Smith: Wow! I did not see that coming…what an upset!
Hood: Storms are fickle, Smith. Easy come, easy go…
Smith: That’s two straight losses for Mark Storm following his break through win over Damian K’
Hood: The life and times of Mark Storm…it would be a tumultuous read!
Smith: Indeed…on the flip side, what a great win for Jade Spritz. She is proving to be more than just a pretty face.
Hood: You look at her face? Man…I never make it past her tits
Smith: Oh my gosh! Let’s head backstage before my colleague demeans this highly skilled athlete any further
~We see Mack O’Connor sitting at a barstool at one of the many bars along Greene Street in Key West. Massacre is being televised on multiple TVs around the bar. Mack watches quietly, sipping on a beer. After a moment, Treat Cassidy pulls up a stool next to him and sits for a moment~
Treat: Thought I’d find you here.
~Mack signals the bartender~
Mack: Two shots of Makers Mark, when you get a chance.
Treat: I’m not drinking. I’m on my way to the arena.
Mack: You can take one with me. You owe me that.
~The bartender places the shots in front of the two men. Mack picks up one and raises it to Treat~
Mack: To the next fight?
~Treat lets out a sigh, but picks up his shot and clinks it against Mack’s~
Treat: To the next fight.
~They both tap the shot glasses to the bar top to toast the bar, then down the shots of bourbon. Treat gags slightly, and Mack hardly reacts. Once Treat gathers himself, he looks at Mack with nothing but business on his mind~
Treat: I thought I’d talk to you about “Stainless Steel Ride.”
Mack: What about it?
Treat: We have to clean up the way you compete. It’s not the Savage Title anymore. The rules are different. The Paradigm Title stands for genuine, clean wrestling.
Mack: Fuck that.
~Mack signals the bartender for another shot. The bartender gives a nod~
Treat: I know you didn’t ask to be put in this match, but it’s just the way it is, okay?
Mack: It’s boring. It’s not my style. I’m a fighter. I don’t grapple and wrestle in tights like most of these guys. I fucking fight.
~Treat looks frustrated as the bartender slides another shot in front of Mack. Mack downs the shot, smiling with satisfaction~
Treat: I suppose you’d feel better if you and Carrington had to shoot whiskey every few minutes.
~Mack is about to sip his beer, but stops at the thought. He smiles deviously at Treat~
Treat: Wait… No.
Mack: Power Hour Match. Make it happen, Treat.
Treat: No. That’s a terrible idea.
Mack: The man went to Cornell. Not really a party school… I mean, not that I’d know, but from what I’ve heard… Anyway, the man went to college….
Treat: …Mack…
Mack: …even calls himself the Professor. So I’m assuming there was a time when he drank…
Treat: …please no…
Mack: So let’s make this shit happen.
Treat: Are you serious? So what? The two of you get plastered and pass out mid-fight?
~Mack smiles again~
Mack: You read my mind…
Treat: …fuck…
Mack: …Power Hour match, last man standing rules…
Treat: …oh God…
Mack: We have to shoot whiskey every minute.
Treat: No! That’s unreasonable!
Mack: Fair. Lets say… Every three minutes? Maybe five?
Treat: And who gives you the shots Mack? Huh? The two of you just gonna separate and toast each other at the sound of a bell?
Mack: I don’t know, who isn’t booked? We can get some neutral parties to pour the shots right into our mouths. Just following us around and shit.
Treat: This isn’t getting any better…
Mack: No pinfalls. Anything goes.
Treat: That’s not Paradigm though…
Mack: Shut up, I’m on a roll. No pinfalls. Anything goes. Last man standing wins. Make it happen.
~Treat stares at Mack for a moment in disbelief~
Mack: What?
Treat: Welsh will never go for this.
Mack: The event is in a fucking prison. Give me a break.
~Treat shakes his head and stands up to leave~
Treat: You coming with me? Or are you just going to sit here and drink all day?
Mack: I’m training.
~Mack signals the bartender and Treat just walks out. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: Well that's an interesting proposition by the former Savage Champion
Hood: I'm with Mack...why the fuck is he in the Paradigm Division? Talk about a misuse of talent...he's just trying to make a point. I'm with ya Mack!
Smith: The Paradigm Championship is a prestigious championship that's been held for nearly four months by TIO...a man Mack O'Connor loathes...this could be his opportunity to strip TIO of that belt
Hood: Well that's not happening...haven't you been paying attention?
Smith: You never know, Mack has defeated the best OCW has to offer...TIO is no exception. But first, he must get through Bradley Carrington at Stainless Steel Ride
Hood: Oh well that's not happening either...now I can see why Mack is hitting the bottle so heavily...he's got a depressing couple of months ahead!
Smith: Wow, you jumped off the Mack bandwagon awful quick...I disagree, I think Mack...
~“Lean Back” by Fat Joe pulsates out of the OCW Arena speakers as the crowd begins to boo the emergence of OCW Paradigm Champion, the Incredible One. He walks out to the ring with the title on his shoulder, dressed in business casual wear, with a look of determination on his face. He doesn’t interact with the crowd like he normally does as he circles the ring, grabbing a microphone on his way, and then enters into the ring. He moves his hand in a cutting motion by his neck, as his music immediately stops playing. The crowd starts to chant “asshole” but TIO wags his finger at them~
Smith: It looks like we have a different TIO tonight folks.
Hood: All business! What do you think he’s doing?
Smith: He’s just going to continue asking Meyhu to do the easy thing and ruin our main event.
Hood: Do you really want to see two Aptitude members fight? They’re besties!
Smith: Hood, my friend, I would LOVE to see them fight each other.
TIO: Normally I would call out the hypocrisy of you all but tonight, I have more important matters to address. As you all should know by now, the main event of Stainless Steel Ride will have myself, the Incredible One, go one-on-one against my friend and Aptitude partner, Matt Meyhu, and the winner will become the OCW Champion. This match is incredibly important, pun not intended, because it will change the landscape of OCW, and the winner of this match has great expectations and responsibility. Some of you looked at me two weeks ago when I asked Matt Meyhu to lay down for me, and called me weak. You all called me out, trying to take the easy way out. If you want to call it that, fine. My stance on this hasn’t changed - I am the champion OCW needs.
~TIO pauses for a moment as the crowd boos his reasoning~
TIO: Matt Meyhu will have his time one day as OCW Champion because Matt Meyhu is one of those individuals who will always be in the spotlight, he is that talented. He worked for years to be Boardwalk’s Atlantic City Champion, and I have worked years to get to this moment. If I was facing anyone outside of Aptitude, I wouldn’t ask them of this because I know it wouldn’t happen. But I know Matt Meyhu cherishes our friendship; our Aptitude partnership, what it means. Like I said two weeks ago, if the roles were reversed in Boardwalk; I’d do it, if Meyhu asked me. I know last week he was torn; so that is why I am inviting my good friend Matt Meyhu out to come and we can discuss this some more.
~TIO lowers the mic and faces the ramp, waiting for Matt Meyhu to appear. The crowd is buzzing waiting in anticipation~
Smith: Here we go!
Hood: I hope this turns out okay for us!
~A few moments of silence overcome the arena as everyone waits for a response…~
~“Can’t Tell Me Nothing” hits and ‘The Marvel’ Matt Meyhu steps out onto the ramp shortly after. Dressed in his ring gear and an Aptitude T-shirt, Matt walks down the ramp, displaying the Savage title around his waist. Boos rain down on him. He gets to ringside and climbs up the steps. He nods at TIO before climbing through the ropes and standing tall in the center of the ring. He raises his arms to mostly more boos. He gets handed a microphone as his music slowly fades out, leaving the two Aptitude members face to face in the ring~
Matt Meyhu: Thank you all for the warm welcome!
Smith: Is this guy deaf?
Matt Meyhu: I appreciate the invite out here, buddy. It’s been a long couple of weeks for me for sure. A lot on my mind. I’ve carefully considered everything you’ve said to me. I gotta say, you make some great points. This here, this is your domain. You’re the real star in OCW. I know that, these people know that!
~The fans begin to boo loudly as TIO nods with a grin on his face~
Matt Meyhu: Everyone knows that! Hell, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You brought me into this new place. Your home. And I’m grateful for that, I really am. Grateful for a chance to come back and do the thing I’m best at. It’s already been a hell of a run, hasn’t it? The three of us have proven to be the best. That was all your doing, man. You set this up. So honestly, thank you. That’s what has made this so hard. The competitor in me in a tug of war with my softer side. I’m a family man now, you know.
Hood: That kid is going to be great!
Matt Meyhu: It forced me to do a little reflection… Thinking back to the night I won the Atlantic City Championship. Man, I would have done anything to win that night. Some may have called me a coward even, not unlike the backlash you’re facing right now. But let me tell you, by the end of the night, my hand held up and that belt placed around my waist… It was a feeling like no other. I understand more than most why this is so important to you. However, I also understand the importance of earning that title. You would never forgive yourself if you accepted a handout! And that, my friend, is why this match needs to happen.
~The fans begin to cheer as TIO looks disgruntled. Matt shrugs~
Matt Meyhu: Look, you’re right. You probably are the champion OCW deserves. I don’t care about that belt at all. I feel no emotional attachment there. It’s just another title to me.
~The cheers quickly shift to boos as a smirk appears on the Marvel’s face~
Matt Meyhu: But that doesn’t mean I want to stop building my legacy.
~TIO stares into the crowd, clearly not pleased with the answer Meyhu has given. He paces back and forth for a moment, before staring at the Paradigm Championship on his shoulder. He takes it off his shoulder and raises it into the air, as Meyhu’s gaze fixates to the titles~
TIO: Look at this Matt. I have held this belt since February 13th… that’s 94 days and counting. Within those 94 days I have defend the title four times, that’s one title defense every 24 days and you and I are probably going to have to defend our titles before Stainless Steel Ride. So make it five. I know the people in this crowd, and we never see eye-to-eye. I always insult them, they always boo me. I’m a hateable guy, but I know for a fact that these people love a fighting champion. Yes, I may sometimes use advantages to not defend as often as I should, but when I was given the power to choose my own destiny - I picked MJ Bell to defend against and we tore the house down. We put on match of the year. I fight tooth and nail for these titles and I do everything in my power to make sure they stay with me.
~TIO pauses again to catch his breath as he lowers the belt. He puts it back on his shoulder before continuing~
TIO: You know, if you had just said that you wanted to put on a wrestling clinic, match of the year, or like you said, I would never forgive myself, I probably would’ve shrugged my shoulders and just went with it. But then you had to say this is just another belt for you. This isn’t just some other belt, Matt. It’s the fucking OCW Championship. To me, that title means more to me than any other title in the history of wrestling and fuck I’ve never held the damn thing. When I returned back in late January, I told everyone that I was going to destroy everyone in my path to get to this title. I’ve beaten Chad Vargas twice, I beat Rebel, and MJ Bell, to continue being the best champion of 2017 and to be the number one contender for the vacant OCW Championship… so Matt, listen the fuck up.
~Angry, TIO gets within an inch of Matt Meyhu’s face, who still had a smirk on it up until that moment~
TIO: I’m going to ask you this one more damn time. If you don’t really give a shit about the title - then do the right thing. OCW deserves it.
~For the first time in his OCW career, half the crowd actually cheers for the Incredible One as the two champions are face-to-face in the ring~
Smith: Do my ears deceive me? Do I hear cheers?
Hood: Is TIO actually catering to the crowd? Ugh.
Smith: No he isn’t. He made it clear he doesn’t like them. But TIO has a point, the belt deserves someone who is going to give it meaning.
Hood: Fuck, I’m torn.
Smith: Indeed.
~Matt reaches out and pushes on TIO’s chest, creating a little more space. He holds his mic back up~
Matt Meyhu: What’s gotten into you? Who gives a damn what they deserve? Look pal... A decision has already been made. At Stainless Steel Ride, we both enter. Only one of us walks out with that belt. Maybe, just maybe, your dream will come true. But I expect a different outcome. I expect ‘The Marvel’ to begin his reign over these people.
~Matt lowers his mic and the two men stare each other down for a moment, the tension building in the OCW Arena. That tension is quickly destroyed by on-site GM, Eastern European, coming out to the top of the ramp, in a frantic state~
EE: Matt who is Marvel! One who is ‘Credible! Please stop the fighting. You two best of friends, no? Friends don’t fight. Friends get along. Co-operate. Are a team… that gives great idea in my head! I know what can help friendship between Marvel and ‘Credible. At Stainless Steel Ride, the members of Aptitude that will defend the tag titles will be you two!
~The crowd explodes in cheers due to the fact EE just double-booked TIO and Matt Meyhu for the Stainless Steel Ride event. TIO and Meyhu, both pissed off, start arguing with each other inaudibly over whose fault it was that caused this~
Smith: CJ is OUT of the Tag Title match and TIO is in...TIO and Meyhu defending against Tokyo Knives...wow!
Hood: Geezus...look at those two now...we are still one month away...imagine them the night of the actual match, trying to work together...
Smith: Shouldn't be a problem for Meyhu...after all, it's just another achievement for him...TIO, however, all of this carries emotional weight
~Meyhu tries to say something, but his microphone isn't working. TIO tries his but it's the same result. They start yelling for a working mic when the lights start to flicker rave style. Hundreds of beach balls start falling from the rafters and the opening guitar riffs of "Kick Start My Heart" start playing on the speakers~
Hood: How dare AWE.some interrupt them!
~Beach balls are flying everywhere as the music keeps playing. The lights return to normal and instead of the Valdez Brothers walking out, it's the two hooded figures that emerge from the back. They're both holding beach balls. TIO and Meyhu get pissed at this sight and leave the ring and start running up the ramp towards the duo. Once Meyhu and TIO get close, the hooded duo lift up the beach balls and hurl them at Matt and C.J. They try to catch the ball and get bowled over, mostly because of surprise. The two hoods then disappear through the crowd. Pushing the beach balls off of them, Meyhu calls for a knife. The Knife Man suddenly appears saying “Did someone ask for a KNIFE?” he runs over with his giant knife and Meyhu tries to take it. The Knife Man pulls back and lifts it high into the air…Meyhu has a bit of a freak out moment as the knife comes stabbing down, into the beach ball. Meyhu sighs and rips the cut bigger with his hands. Inside, the beach ball is full of glitter and partially dried hair gel/cement called "~" He starts screaming after the vanished pair as he and TIO rise to their feet and storm off~
Hood: Who the hell are they?!?!
Smith: I have no clue partner. Last week we thought it was Amp and Amy Jo Smyth, this week it looks like AWE.some are the culprits.
Hood: Somebody better have some answers soon before The Aptitude start tearing people apart backstage trying to find the ones responsible.
Smith: That’s if TIO and Meyhu don’t tear each other apart first!
Hood: Fuck, yea…talk about a wild sequence. The two Aptitude brothers nearly come to blows…but are then ruined in the wackiest of ways by a common enemy…the hooded figure.
Smith: OCW is getting wild…it’s that time of year…everyone is looking forward to Stainless Steel Ride and hoping to make a mark.
Hood: Well I think TIO is going to demolish Meyhu at SSR and I hate to say that because Meyhu is my boy!
Smith: Yea, well I disagree…Meyhu’s lack of an emotional attachment will actually increase his odds of winning, in my opinion
Hood: What if the hooded figures get in the way?
Smith: That could very well happen…my goodness…so much to consider. Well folks, we’ve cleared everything out from ringside which means it’s time for our next match…Bradley Carrington will look to remain unbeaten as he takes on Robbie ‘Aire’ Rayder!
”Professor” Bradley Carrington (5-0) vs. Robbie ‘Aire’ Rayder (5-4)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall!!
~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. 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 first, from Ithaca, New York…standing six feet tall and weighing in at 205lbs…”Professor” Bradley Carrington!!!
~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 opponent~
Belvedere: And her opponent, from Vancouver, British Columbia…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 195lbs…Robbie ‘Aire’ Rayder!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: This one should be a doozy!
Hood: Doozy? Get the fuck outta here with that word…doozy
Smith: Well, what would you prefer?
Hood: Well, I’m not one to get too excited before a match even begins…so I’d like to think this match could be pretty-okay
Smith: Wow, way to sell the match, Hood
~Arrogantly, Carrington looks across the ring at Rayder. He smirks and sort of dismisses the impending confrontation. Rayder doesn’t let the pompous actions of Carrington diffuse his focus. Carrington finally musters up the motivation to step out of his corner and approach Rayder. Rayder, eager to meet Carrington, steps up. Rayder extends his hand, an act of professionalism and respect. Carrington shakes his head ‘no’ and turns his back to Rayder. The fans boo~
Smith: How disrespectful…this guy thinks because he won one match he can suddenly act as though he’s better than everyone?
Hood: He’s ALWAYS acted that way, Smith and…you wanna know why?
Smith: Why?
Hood: Because he is!
~Rayder shakes his head, incredulous over Carrington’s actions. He lowers his open hand and steps forward. Aggressively, he taps Carrington on the shoulder. Carrington turns around and is met with a vicious forearm strike to the chin! Rayder hits him with another, then another and another!! Carrington staggers back into a corner. Rayder whips him out…Carrington sprints across the ring and SLAMS into the opposing buckles. Rayder charges in, he does a cartwheel which leads into a pele kick!!! Carrington falls to the mat, dazed as the fans go wild~
Smith: What athleticism!! He really kicked the arrogance right out of Carrington
Hood: It was JUST a kick…let’s not hand the guy wrestler of the year or anything
Smith: Well, it’s just nice to see Rayder stand up for himself and not take the public humiliation Carrington was dishing out
~Rayder pulls Carrington to his feet and whips him into the corner again. Carrington slams hard. Rayder charges in and spears Carrington into the buckles!! Rayder backflips out as Carrington staggers forward. Rayder leaps into the air, places both knees into Carrington’s face and drops him with a Codebreaker!! Carrington hits the mat and, smartly rolls to the outside. Autumn is nearby, checking on her husband~
Smith: Carrington’s ego might be bruised after that exchange
Hood: I didn’t know the ego was located on the forehead
Smith: That’s not what I meant
Hood: Well you said he bruised it unless…is the ego located on someone’s belly?
Smith: Forget it
~Rayder grabs the top rope. Carrington is on one knee as Autumn eases his bruised ego and whatever else. Rayder leaps into the air, over the top rope, looking for a plancha. Carrington positions Autumn in front, so she’d absorb the majority of the impact. Rayder, upon seeing this, is able to manipulate his flight and body enough to land on the apron, his back to Carrington. Autumn, annoyed, rolls her eyes and darts out of the way. Carrington returns to his feet…Rayder leaps off with a moon sault…Carrington catches Rayder over his shoulder and tosses Robbie head first into the ring post!!! Rayder’s forehead PINGS against the metal…he crumbles to the floor. Carrington then explains to Autumn how he knew exactly what was going to happen and he never really put her in harm’s way~
Smith: What does she see in him?
Hood: Looks, brains, athleticism, money, fame, power…need I go any further?
Smith: Yea well there’s more to love than that
Hood: Really? Like what…seems as though that covers everything
Smith: Compassion, respect…
Hood: Oh come on let’s not get ridiculous here…you’re talking fairy tale shit
~Carrington returns his focus to Rayder…he yanks the injured star to his feet and whips him into the barricade! Rayder stumbles forward, slamming his back against the edge. The impact is so rough his legs kick out and he falls straight to the floor. Carrington struts forward full of arrogance and drills a few well placed, vicious kicks into Rayder’s midsection. The fans boo louder and louder with each kick~
Smith: Bradley Carrington in full control thanks to his wife Autumn
Hood: You always say, behind every good man there is a strong woman!
Smith: Well, in this case behind a caring, strong, intelligent woman stood a cowering, desperate man
Hood: I didn’t know Dangerous Dan was standing behind Autumn
Smith: That’s not who I was talking about!
~Carrington grabs Rayder around the waist…he dead lifts Rayder and tosses him over his head with a Release German Suplex on the outside!! Rayder hits the outside floor with a loud SMACK! He slides, head over heels into the barricade corner. Rayder’s knees are dangling near his face. Carrington heads over and jams his leg into Rayder’s throat. He places all his weight onto that leg, cutting off Rayder’s air supply~
Smith: Bradley Carrington is wearing Rayder down…he knows a fatigued Rayder equates to a grounded Aire Rayder.
Hood: Yea, or maybe he just wants to choke him out
Smith: You think he learned how to choke people out while wrestling at Cornell?
Hood: He would have if he had to…but, fortunately for Carrington’s opponents…he was so superior all he had to do was show up and they’d mark him the winner
~Carrington ceases choking Rayder. He grabs Rayder’s legs and hooks them under his arms…he pulls Rayder away from the barricade…Rayder is positioned like a wheel barrow. Carrington rocks back and forth, building momentum…he hoists Rayder up…Rayder flies into the air and lands on Carrington’s shoulders. Carrington looks for an electric chair onto the steel steps…Rayder notices what’s going on and leans forward with a headbutt!! Carrington staggers away from the chairs, turning his back to a more ‘safe’ position…pointed towards outside flooring…Rayder then snaps backward, tossing Carrington over, on top of his head with an inverted hurricanrana!!! The crowd goes wild with “RAYDER” chants echoing throughout the arena!! Carrington is face down with Rayder laying on his side~
Smith: What a reversal by Robbie Rayder! A man THAT athletic with that type of stamina is NEVER out of a match
Hood: Dude, he’s like 5-4…relax
Smith: He’s had some tough losses, sure…but the guy is adapting to the OCW style…he’s starting to gain some momentum, can’t you feel it?
Hood: Only thing I can feel right now is the craving for alcohol…or the company of a dirty, cheap woman
Smith: Sorry I asked
~Scruff yells out “ONE!” finally beginning a count. Rayder slowly and awkwardly sits up. Scruff yells “TWO!” Rayder raches out and grabs the cloth hanging from the apron to the floor, maneuvering to his knees. Scruff yells “THREE!” Rayder is able to roll into the ring…meanwhile Carrington is still face down on the outside as Scruff yells “FOUR!”~
Smith: Rayder is back in the ring, but Scruff is inching closer to that ten count…we could see Carrington suffer his first OCW loss via count out!
Hood: You remember when Bifford fell on top of Fenix and that resulted in a draw?
Smith: Don’t remind me
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Scruff yells “SIX!” Autumn is standing over Carrington, trying to get him to move…he’s still face down. Scruff yells “SEVEN!” Finally, Autumn yells ‘Get up!’ Carrington does a slow, painful looking push up and gets to his knees. Autumn points in the ring, trying to stress the urgency of the situation. Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Rayder is leaning against the ropes, with his arms hanging over the middle rope, taking a rest, watching the scene unfold. Carrington makes it to one knee. Scruff yells “NINE!” The crowd is on their feet. Carrington staggers around. Scruff’s hands start to raise…Autumn’s hands are on top of her head, gripping her hair…Carrington leaps into the ring under the bottom rope just before the ten count! The crowd claps…because, ya know, count outs suck. Autumn is relieved~
Smith: Carrington nearly blew his undefeated streak by being counted out
Hood: What do you mean? That was all by design
Smith: It was not!
Hood: Sure it was…he was taking as much time as he needed to get some rest. It’s obvious your brain isn’t close to the level of Carrington’s.
~Carrington on all fours look at Rayder…Rayder leans against the middle rope and ricochets to a standing position. He sprints toward Carrington…Carrington moves and takes Rayder’s legs out…Rayder’s back slams into the mat. Carrington pummels Rayder with right hands, keeping him subdued. Carrington ceases and gets to his feet...Rayder sits up...Carrington runs into the ropes, bounces off and drills Rayder in the head with Bomaye!! Rayder falls over...Carrington goes for a quick pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Close one there…Carrington’s quickness caught Rayder and nearly ended the match
Hood: Simply a prelude to the conclusion, Smith.
Smith: Well he’d better not waste any time…Rayder is as resilient as the come
Hood: Yea, against people like Jack Puffer, maybe
~Carrington returns to his feet…he’s not too broken up about the failed pin attempt. He heads toward a corner. He takes his time climbing. He reaches the top~
Smith: Carrington is looking for PhD Press…if he hits it, it’s over!
Hood: Game, set…MATCH
~Carrington stands upright and shifts his balance for a proper takeoff. Rayder suddenly nips up!! He rushes into the corner and dives toward the top buckle…in doing so, it crotches Carrington!! The fans go wild as Carrington’s mouth drops open with a mixture of pain and shock. Rayder rests his head on the top buckle for a second~
Smith: Robbie Rayder barely got up in time to save the match!
Hood: Damnit! Hasn’t the man seen Idiocracy? Don’t fuck with a smart man’s reproductive organs.
Smith: I’m sure a surprisingly accurate portrayal of a farcical future is the furthest thing from Rayder’s mind at the moment.
Hood: I agree that Rayder isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer…but he knew what he was doing. He knows if he eliminates the reproductive organs of a man like Carrington then his kids will have a better shot at getting a job in the future.
Smith: Stop it!
~Rayder begins to climb. He gets to the top and grabs Carrington by the hair, pulling him up. He wraps his arms around Carrington’s waist for an overhead belly to belly suplex. The fans stand in anticipation~
Smith: He’s going to throw Carrington off the top…a perfect set up for Aire Rayde!
Hood: Damnit, quit trying to ruin the greatest man that ever lived you big eared FREAK
~Carrington, realizing what’s taking place, headbutts Rayder in the neck/shoulder area. This causes Rayder to lose his grip. Carrington knees Rayder in the gut…he then carefully maneuvers atop the corner, putting his back to the ring. He lifts Rayder and places Rayder where he was sitting, right in front of the buckle. Carrington then hooks Rayder’s head under his arm for a Superplex…again the crowd rises to their feet~
Smith: Uh oh…if Carrington hits this then THAT would be the perfect set up for the PhD Press
Hood: Fucking shit…two guys with a top rope finisher…geezus
Smith: It’s called superior athletes, Hood
Hood: Wow, so Carrington is not only a man with a superior intellect…but he’s a superior athlete as well? He really is the greatest man that ever lived!
~Rayder punches Carrington in the ribs repeatedly to keep from being suplexed off the top. Carrington releases his hold. Rayder throws a forearm into Carrington’s chin. Carrington leans back, almost falling off the top. Rayder looks down at Carrington’s legs and starts to maneuver them~
Smith: Is he trying to put Carrington into position for a double foot stomp?
Hood: I think he’s trying to steal Carrington’s wrestling boots!
Smith: He is not!
~Carrington suddenly sits up and he locks Rayder in the Cornell Clutch!!! Rayder’s arms flail wildly as he’s in an unexpected predicament. Rayder’s legs are wrapped tightly around the corner, keeping the two men from falling to the mat. Carrington grabs the back of Rayder’s head, doing everything he can to choke the man out~
Smith: Wow! What ring presence…Bradley Carrington took a potential terrible situation and turned it into a potential victory!
Hood: Yes! The brilliance of Bradley Carrington!
Smith: It was a smart move
Hood: Before the end of the night you will be calling him Albert fucking Einstein
~Rayder is fading…Scruff surveys the situation, wondering if he should step in. He decides to let it play out. Rayder’s arms start to tense up…the crowd chants “AIRE RAYDE!” he begins to power up. Carrington looks around with wide eyes…Rayder sits up, pulling Carrington with him. Rayder slams Carrington into the top buckle…he does it again and again…Carrington’s grip weakens. Rayder slams him into the top buckle a final time…Carrington’s grip is barely holding on. Rayder stands and throws Carrington down!!! Carrington SLAMS into the mat with a modified power bomb from the top rope. The crowd goes wild~
Smith: Carrington is down! He’s hurt…Rayder has a chance to win this
Hood: NO
Smith: Yes, yes he does
Hood: This is Shakespearean in terms of tragedy!
~Rayder slowly stands…he’s wobbly…he’s wheezing for air. Carrington hasn’t moved. Rayder closes his eyes, perhaps thinking of Candy…he then leaps off with Aire Rayde!!! He nails it!! The crowd goes wild. Rayder hooks Carrington’s leg as Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings as the crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…ROBBIE ‘AIRE’ RAYDER!!!!!
Smith: What an upset!
Hood: I’m going to be fucking sick
Smith: That was the break through win Rayder has been waiting for…unbelievable!
Hood: This is a fucking disaster…does Robbie Rayder realize who Carrington is? He’s a future OCW Champion...future OCW Champions shouldn’t be treated like that!
Smith: Bradley Carrington is a future star but, apparently, so is Robbie Rayder!
Hood: Ugh…not in MY OCW
Smith: Good thing this isn’t YOUR OCW
Hood: Fuck off
Smith: That upset is up there with Storm knocking off Damian K’…you never know what’s going to happen on Monday Night Massacre
Hood: Shit, apparently
Smith: Well folks, Robbie Rayder has just made a huge statement…I have got to believe OCW Management is looking at him in a different light…perhaps he may get a shot at something shiny for Stainless Steel Ride…
Hood: Yea, maybe they’ll throw him behind bars
Smith: He just defeated the #1 Contender for the Paradigm Championship so…I mean, it would stand to reason that he’d be in line for something
Hood: In line for a Blizzard at Dairy Queen, maybe
Smith: Congratulations to Robbie Rayder…Bradley Carrington is one of the best in the business…this win could do wonders for the man known as Aire Rayder…folks, let’s head backstage as the night rolls on!
~Rebel sits in a chair in a dimly lit room, he's clasping his hands together in front of him calmly, waiting, a police officer stands next to the door. The door to the room opens, and two detectives walk in, Rebel looks up at them briefly with a smile, they each sit on the opposite side of the table~
Detective 1: Mr...Rebel, huh, sure why not. I'm Detective Anderson, do you understand why you're here?
Rebel: I understand that there has been a case of mistaken identity, or uncertainty as to who has committed a heinous crime. And that at this time, I'm being held as a suspect.
~Detective Anderson nods~
Anderson: Yeah, that's about the size of it. You've been fairly compliant with our requests thus far, which some people might take as proof of innocence, but we can't afford to take things for granted. A man, Mr. Patrick Sturgeon was seriously injured, with serious bullet wounds, outside his home. A witness to the crime, tells us he saw a wrestler, with blonde hair fleeing the scene in a sedan. Can you account for your whereabouts one week ago on Saturday evening?
~Rebel thinks for a moment~
Rebel: I was visiting friends in their temporary home.
Anderson: Do you have anybody who can confirm that for us?
~Rebel shakes his head, with a little frustration~
Rebel: Not really, my friends are in hiding from a maniac, and for all I know, he has people inside your department. I can't give you their location.
Anderson: You understand that this puts us in a difficult position, you can't account for your whereabouts, during an attempted murder.
~Rebel nods~
Rebel: That's true, however, you ask anyone, they'll tell you, I don't drive a car, I use my bike. If I was fleeing a crime scene, it wouldn't have been in a sedan. Your witness clearly wasn't talking about me.
~Anderson looks frustrated~
Anderson: So who then do you think he was thinking of.
~Rebel puts his hands out and shrugs~
Rebel: Well, you've got the only other guy in custody here, I don't know the guy well, but I know he's a little unpredictable, and he drives a car.
~Anderson looks a little surprised~
Anderson: I heard you guys stuck together, protected the business you're in over all. How come you're blaming Mr. Hardy.
Rebel: I'm not blaming anyone, I wasn't there, but when you guys get a look at Iggy, dig through his stuff, you'll see that he has some rather unsavory, perhaps even illegal, habits.
~Anderson nods slowly~
Anderson: Like what, for example?
Rebel: Now I'm not one to tell tales out of school, but let’s just say, his nose is heavily powdered, every day. He's probably supporting about 50% of Florida’s drug dealers with his, habits. I reckon if a substance has some kind of narcotic side effect, he's probably tested it out. Top that off with the fact that he has some serious self-control issues when it comes to anger, and I'd say you need look no further.
~Anderson nods~
Anderson: Yeah, we thought you might mention that, but tell us this, what kind of name is Rebel, anyway, you have a real name there buddy?
~Rebel looks calmly at the detective~
Rebel: My name? Have you taken my name to mean I'm some kind of outlaw? I've been using this name for the best part of two decades, I guess it has just stuck, it's what everyone calls me, so why lead with anything else.
~The other detective snorts derisively, Rebel looks him over calmly~
Rebel: Speaking of names, don't you have one?
Detective 2: I'm Detective Stone, my partner here is asking the questions, pay attention to him.
Anderson: OK, so your name is just what you're known as, it doesn't have any relevance to your attitudes?
~Rebel smiles and nods~
Rebel: Well, I'd say I've been known to treat the authority of management with some little contempt in the past when they've tried to compel me one way or another, I'm a free spirit detective, someone who goes where the wind carries him, what I'm not, is a killer, nor am I someone who has ever attempted to kill.
~Anderson looks him over, and the detectives get up to leave the room, Stone turns to the officer on the door~
Stone: Take him back to his cell for now.
The detectives walk out of the room and close the door, the officer reaches for his keys, Rebel sits calmly, waiting~
Rebel: That would be great, at least then I can maybe lie down.
The officer approaches, and the shot fades out. We fade into the announce table~
Smith: I don't know about this, Hood. It doesn't seem to be improving for Rebel
Hood: Don't they always tell people to keep their mouths shut in these situations...or is that TV lying to me again
Smith: I couldn't tell you, the only time I've ever dealt with the law was when my cat went missing
Hood: Fuckin pussy
Smith: Thanks for that...this situation has bad written all over it. Iggy's going to be furious that Rebel seemingly 'ratted' him out...meanwhile you know Rebel isn't too pleased with being detained. These two men are going to tear each other apart eventually...hopefully they will hold off until Stainless Steel Ride
Hood: Nah I say LET THEM FIGHT
Smith: And that's why you are in charge of NOTHING. Alright folks...while the Rebel/Iggy situation continues to develop we've got other items scheduled for tonight...including, the Alice Knight announcement.
Hood: Can I head to the back for this?
Smith: Nope, you are staying right here...she's backstage, everybody and she's about to make her first live appearance in OCW since Like There's No Tomorrow...woohoo!
~Dressy Bessy's Electrified plays as the OCW arena erupts with cheers. A chant of 'OWL-is-NIGHT' begins to come from the crowd as Alice Knight walks out from behind the curtain. Wearing a floral midi dress as she starts waving to the fans. She waits as another person, a Indian man in a turban, beard and white coat. Presumably her doctor, follows her out of the curtain. He gives a small bow to Alice as the two head down to the ring~
~Alice looking a bit dishearten as she enters the ring. She holds the ropes for the doctor. They both stand in the center of the ring. Alice is handed a microphone. As she goes to speak the 'Owl-Is-Night' chants get larger, stopping her from going on. She smiles and starts talking over the chants~
Alice- Thank you all... thank you all very much. I mean, It's totally frustrating not being able to wrestle in front of you all. But i got to catch up on a lot of Netflix. Which has been exciting on a different level. And while my OCW Championship reign didn't go exactly as planned. I still got to be champion which is pretty rad.
~The crowd cheers~
Alice- But i'm afraid I have some bad news, gang. Because it turns out... I've liked suffered over 11 serious concussions while wrestling and fighting over the years. My doctor, Dr. Punta here says I may even have more that were misdiagnosed. I also had a EGG reflex test.
Dr. Punta(leaning in)- E.E.G. Not Egg, Alice.
Alice- Right. An E.E.G. Test. Not egg. No way eggs could be harmful in anyway. I love eggs. But this 'egg' test revealed ... (she pulls out a cue card) um... slowing and a small subacute or chronic lesion in my brain's temporoparietal region, which explained my post-concussion seizures. Yes, seizures are real folks. Just doesn't happen in hilarious comedy films and sketches. Once, I had a seizure staring at the microwave as my Pizza Pockets cooked. Passed out and an hour later woke up in a puddle of my own urine and even worse, cold pizza pockets.... but I guess what I am saying is. I may have to retire, you know, if I want to live a normal life.
~Alice wipes a tear from her eyes as the crowd boos this news. She hands the microphone over to Doctor Punta~
Dr. Punta(thick Indian accent)- Please no 'BOO' this. Miss Alice is making a brave choice retiring from fighting ring. Me like Alice. We have a mutual respect, as her doctor i don't ask alot of questions and in return neither does she. Things like 'What college did I go to?' or 'Why don't I display my license on the side of the office also known as my van?' or of course 'Are these needles and tools clean?'.She respect. She also see doctors all over the country. And me no wrong. We all come to same diagnosis. Alice wrestle? Alice die...
~Alice looks concerned~
Alice- Damn... really? Oh. Well I guess I am retiring. And don't discredit this man because of the way he smells... that's not a racist thing, he literally parks his office-slash-van behind a fish store. PEE-EWW. But this won't be the last of me in OCW. So don't worry about me having a long, long, long, looooong retirement speech. Because remember...
~Suddenly a midi instrumental version of Lionel Richie's All Night Long begins to play over the P.A. system. As Alice begins moving her hips to the music and begins to sing... not very well... to the lyrics of the song. Dr. Punta looks on awkwardly~
Alice- "Well, my friends, the time has come... Raise the roof and have some fun... Throw away the work to be done.... Let the music play on... All KNIGHT long... NIGHT WITH A 'K' FOLKS.... ALL KNIGHT LONG!!!"
~Suddenly the arena goes black and the words "THE MUTINY" flash repeated on the screen. When the lights come back on Alice and Dr. Punta are cornered in the ring by The Lockwood Party. They grab the Doctor and toss him over the top rope to the floor and then stare Alice down, backing her into the corner. Alice exits the ring when Bob Grenier jumps the railing! He punches Alice in the back of the head and throws her into the ring steps before sliding her into the ring and demanding a microphone. The crowd boo's loudly~
Bob: I'm not going to cater to you F*****G dildo's anymore. Shut up whore! Half the --- knows that you chug dick professionally.
~He is talking to a woman in the front row who appears to be irate at his actions, other audience members hold her back. People are pissed. The Lockwood Party pick Alice up and she begins to fight back, tackling Jack Lockwood. Tom grabs her by the hair and throws her back to the ground~
Bob: Alice, Do you think for one second that you would leave OCW, The company I built and ride off into the sunset without having to face me. Your reign as OCW Champion was unacceptable. Your entire existense in this company has been unacceptable. I've been waiting for you.
~The Lockwood Party picks up Alice again and they hold her in front of Bob~
Bob: It doesn't sit right in my stomach that YOU..
~He brushes the hair out of her face~
Bob: You’re going to quit and leave all this behind? I want to vomit in my mouth. It makes me sick that YOU represent OCW. You are seen as the face of this company. Your a fan favorite and then.. Your gone, Then you come back and then your gone again. You come and go as you please all the while gaining sympathy from these idiots, like putting a check into a bank account. You are looking for a payday. Alice Knight is a fraud. Now We're around the corner from another huge event on Starz and what do you know? Here she is ready to make that withdrawal! Surprise! I'm not buying what you are selling. I'm not buying that you are retiring. Chances are next week you'd come out here, "defying Doctor's orders" to ask for a match at Stainless Steel Ride and I get it, It's good business for all involved and here come the t-shirts and the catchphrases and the hordes and hordes of shoddy merchandise. OWL IS NIGHT. OWL IS NIGHT.
~The crowd begins to chant OWL IS NIGHT loudly when Bob grabs Alice and quickly hits her with The Hollinger Park Hangman. As she is laid out. Bob sits beside her. The cheers quickly turn back to boos~
Bob: You've always lived a life of privilege in this company that I've been building for three years. Those days are over. At Stainless Steel Ride the only option for you is me .This is The Mutiny and the first order of business is to send you back to the syphilis ridden gutter you crawled out from. I am not going to let you retire with your faculties still in tact. WE are going to retire you.
~Bob stands up and slaps each member of The Lockwood Party on the chest. The boo's keep growing louder~
Bob: CLASSIC OCW, BABY!
~Bob drops the mic on her chest. The arena goes black again as Bob Grenier and The Lockwood Party exit through the crowd~
Smith: Bob is back...and this time he's got The Lockwood Party with him...and, to make matter worse
Hood: I know, I know...that DREADED Alice Knight tried to ruin their return by hogging the spot light
Smith: What are you talking about? They RUINED her announcement...she's physically ill...she cannot compete and they just dropped her on her head...I hope she's okay
Hood: I'm more worried about that Doctor...mother of fuck did he take a nasty spill
Smith: We need to get our medical staff out here to help Alice to the back...this was TOTALLY uncalled for, what's gotten into Bob?
Hood: Hey, he's a changed man...he now knows what he has to do to return to the top of the mountain...good for Bob!
Smith: And he is delusional...challenging her to a match at Stainless Steel Ride? She can't even compete!
Hood: Sure she can...if she's got any GUTS she'll defy those orders and face Bob like a true champion
Smith: She's injured you jerk!
Hood: Injured shminjured...Bob is right, she's just playing it up. That doctor was obviously Jack Puffer in disguise
Smith: No, no it was not
Hood: Yea, you're probably right. But still...accept the challenge Alice and let Bob end your OCW career THE RIGHT WAY
Smith: Don't do it, Alice! Think of your health!
Did that segment upset you? Are you currently weeping with sadness over the health of Alice Knight? Has your night been ruined by the actions of Bob Grenier and The Lockwood Party? Well, if so, perk up because I have the cure for you!
~We cut back to a shot of Smith and Hood~
Smith: Well, Alice Knight was able to walk to the back under her own power...with the aid of a few OCW staff members at each side. The good news being she seems to have a full range of mobility despite the terrible actions by Grenier and The Lockwoods
Hood: Man, we just can't catch a break, can we?
Smith: RUDE!...anyway, it's time for our next match of the evening as CJ O'Donnell and Josie Barnes...adopted brother and sister square off. This all started several weeks ago when CJ and Ruby Rose broke up
Hood: Josie's fault
Smith: And then it boiled over when Josie aided in CJ's elimination during the OCW rumble which was won by Matt Meyhu
Hood: Also, Josie's fault
Smith: As if that weren't enough...Josie followed up with a chair shot to the back of CJ after his victory over Robbie Rayder
Hood: Josie is an awful woman
Smith: Don't let my colleague or that abbreviated timeline fool you...CJ has deserved every bit of what she's given him and, tonight, she could deal him the biggest blow yet...let's head down to ringside for what should be an interesting match up!
”The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell (11-1) vs. Josie Barnes (4-1)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall!!
~”The Fighter” by In This Moment begins to play. The fans get on their feet and offer a very likable, cheery response for Josie Barnes. She steps out from behind the curtain with focus in her face. She’s determined this evening…determined to conquer the colossal task set in front of her. She marches down the ramp with confidence. She rolls in under the bottom rope and pops to her feet in the center of the ring~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Lilly, Georgia…standing 5’2 and weighing in at 118lbs…Josie Barnes!!!
~"Kings Never Die" by Eminem hits. The crowd BOOS loudly…it’s arguably the biggest reaction anyone has received all evening. CJ O’Donnell stands atop the stage with his Tag Title draped over his shoulder. CJ makes his way to the ring. He reaches the ringside area and sprints toward the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He hoists his belt high in the air to a chorus of boos~
Belvedere: And his opponent, 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!!!!
~The crowd continues to boo as the bell rings~
Smith: A lot of history in this one, Hood
Hood: Really? I’ve never seen them wrestle before…I mean, there was that Rumble
Smith: Personal history! Josie, at one time was considered CJ’s adopted sister
Hood: Really? So CJ’s parents adopted her?
Smith: No…I think it was more a term detailing their closeness
Hood: I don’t get it
~A fan yells out to Josie. She turns to acknowledge them…still getting used to being ‘popular’. CJ notices her attention diverting and sprints in. He drills her with a knee into the ribs! The impact sends Josie flying into her corner. CJ continues to nail her in the stomach. The fans boo louder and louder. He throws right hands into her head…her brunette hair flies around wildly. She falls to the mat as CJ starts to stomp her in the ab and chest. Scruff finally gets in between CJ and Josie. CJ is about to nail Scruff…but he returns to his senses and realizes he doesn’t want to risk a DQ~
Smith: Disgusting behavior by CJ O’Donnell
Hood: So much for that relationship
Smith: I get that he’s angry she cost him his shot at the OCW Title but that was a bit much
Hood: You see, Smith? This is why you shouldn’t adopt
Smith: Give me a break!
~Josie tries crawling out of the corner. CJ throws a vicious kick into her side…she flies through the middle and bottom rope…she plummets to the floor, her back SLAPPING against the floor. She gasps for air…the wind knocked out of her lungs. CJ looks down at Josie…he hops over the top rope and lands on the apron, facing the crowd. He then steps off the apron and drops both feet and his entire body weight onto the stomach of Josie!! Her eyes bulge…she lunges forward, instinctively and begins wheezing…she’s having trouble breathing, waving her hands. CJ laughs, looking down at her…an OCW security member slides in, checking on Josie. He looks up, yelling, “She can’t breathe!” Scruff points to the back…CJ shakes his head and says, “Pathetic.” He rolls back into the ring. The crowd begins changing “FUCK YOU CJ, FUCK YOU!”~
Smith: I don’t think Josie Barnes was ready for this
Hood: Of course not…Josie came ready to compete…CJ came ready to kill
Smith: I just hope that young woman is okay...
Hood: She doesn’t look it at the moment…I mean she can’t even breathe…could we see our first on air death of 2017?
Smith: An on air death should never take place during a wrestling show.
~The Knife Man hustles out. His giant knife is flailing around. He stumbles a bit, coming down the ramp…the crowd gasps in horror. But he doesn’t fall…instead he recovers nicely and reaches Josie. Josie is heaving, her face is turning a strange color. The Knife Man looks down, “my goodness, this poor girl is suffocating!” CJ, in the ring, taps Scruff on the shoulder. Calmly, he starts out saying, “Scruff, if you don’t mind…I’d appreciate it if you would DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!” Scruff jumps at the outburst…he starts to count~
Smith: I guess CJ feels as though he delivered the appropriate message.
Hood: No shit, I think murder gets the point across
Smith: If that young girl dies I will be heartbroken
Hood: No you won’t…you’ll mourn for a day or so and then move on.
~The Knife Man raises his knife in the air and declares, “I think we may need to open her throat!” Josie’s eyes bulge…she coughs something up. We don’t see it. The Knife Man turns his head, “Goodness me!” Josie starts to breathe normally, she says, frantically, “I’m fine, I’m fine! Get that knife away from me!” The Knife Man hurries away. Josie returns to her feet and staggers toward the steps. Whatever she coughed up is cleaned immediately. She sits atop the steps, inhaling deeply, replenishing her lungs with oxygen. Scruff has paused in his count, stuck on four. CJ rolls his eyes saying, “Nevermind.”~
Smith: Thank goodness that young woman is going to be okay
Hood: For now, anyway…CJ is about to take care of business
Smith: Give her a minute to recuperate, for the love!
Hood: Hey, if you don’t like it, you shouldn’t be here
~CJ throws his leg through the ropes with a kick…it smacks Josie right in the face!! She falls backwards, off the top step, landing harshly on the outside. The OCW medics that remain look up at CJ and start to protest. He hops over the top rope, landing on the outside. He approaches them in a menacing, confrontational manner. They drop the subject. Chivalry is truly dead. CJ hops over the steps and looks down at Josie…she’s wincing, moving slowly. CJ grabs a handful of her thick, brown hair and yanks her to her feet~
Smith: She’s clearly injured…he should have some respect and just end the match
Hood: How do you know? Last week Iggy looked dead on arrival and he pulled out the win…fucking beat on them until they are pinned or whatever…that’s what I say
Smith: But he can’t pin her outside the ring…this is brutality!
Hood: Well then Scruff should count!
Smith: Finally, we agree on something
~CJ takes both hands and places them right under Josie’s chin, on her chest. He then shoves her backward…she slams into the barricade. She slumps over, about to fall to her knees. CJ steps up and knees her in the face, straightening Josie’s body. Scruff yells out “ONE!” He’s finally beginning a count. CJ lifts Josie up, over his shoulder and he drops her face first across the top of the barricade with Snake Eyes!! She hangs onto the top before sliding off, crumbling to the floor~
Smith: The unrelenting punishment of CJ is disturbing
Hood: Really, how so? How is this more disturbing than the battles TIO and Vargas went through earlier in the year?
Smith: The way he’s going about it…he doesn’t want to win this match…he wants to maim a young, eager performer.
Hood: Look, everybody knows what they are getting into when they sign with OCW. I don’t feel sorry for anyone…especially a CHEATER
~Scruff yells “SIX!” Some fan yells back “PICK UP STICKS!” CJ punches him in the mouth. A few fans cheer CJ momentarily before remembering who he is….they switch back to booing. CJ grabs Josie by the hair and throws her into the ring. He hops onto the apron and heads for the nearest corner. Scruff stops his count. Josie is laying in the ring, coughing. CJ leaps off with a flying elbow…it connects!!! He pops to his feet, declining the pin attempt~
Smith: What a jerk…just pin her!
Hood: She’d like that…I hear Josie is into some really weird shit
Smith: Oh stop with the sick innuendo
Hood: No, seriously, she’s the reason Ruby Rose and CJ broke up…didn’t you hear?
Smith: I’m sorry if I’m too busy to obsess over the personal lives of these athletes
Hood: Hey…don’t you label me some loser with no life who lives vicariously through celebrities. The only reason I even KNOW this is because Ruby Rose was smoking hot, man…SMOKING HOT
~CJ relaxes in a corner, watching the battered Josie Barnes. She slowly starts to rise. He looks down at his knee and stretches it out…it appears to be fully healed from his match with Storm. Josie gets to her knees…CJ runs in with Irish Knowledge!! Josie moves her head out of the way and rises just enough to head butt CJ in the crotch!! CJ falls to the mat, holding his groin in pain. Josie falls over onto her side, rolling onto her back…she looks up at the lights, still in a lot of pain. The fans are going crazy~
Smith: Well, not exactly LEGAL but a smart counter nevertheless
Hood: I told you she had a thing for CJ…she just tried to suck his dick!
Smith: No she did not!
Hood: Oh yes she did…I saw the hunger in those eyes
Smith: How could you, they were shut!
~CJ reaches for the ropes…he grabs the bottom rope and hangs over it…he’s dealing with an awful pain right in the pit of his stomach. He remains motionless, hoping it’ll go away. Meanwhile, Josie is on all fours, crawling toward a corner. She pulls herself up and turns around. She sees CJ leaning on the bottom rope. He reaches up and leans across the middle rope, breathing in and out. It seems as though the pain is beginning to pass. Josie sprints forward and leaps in the air…she jumps on top of CJ’s back, smashing his throat against the middle rope!! The crowd goes wild~
Smith: Yes! C’mon, Josie!! You can do some damage now!
Hood: First she tries to suck him off…then she tries to hump the back of his head!
Smith: She didn’t do EITHER of those things
Hood: Alright, fine…from a wrestling perspective…first she low blows the guy and then she tries to crush his throat. Wow, what a heroine!
~Josie runs into the ropes, she bounces off and sprints toward CJ. She swings through the ropes with her legs while holding onto the top rope and kicks CJ in the face with a 619!!! CJ falls backward, onto the mat. Josie slides through onto the apron. She hustles for the nearest corner. She climbs…slower than a person with her momentum normally would, due to the damage she’s suffered. She reaches the top…CJ is on his feet, staggering around. Josie leaps off and smacks CJ in the head with a Missile Drop Kick!!! CJ falls to the mat as the crowd goes wild~
Smith: Josie is on fire! Stay at it, girl!
Hood: What the fuck? You were appalled when CJ wasn’t pinning Josie…but now that the roles are reversed you’re like a fucking cheerleader
Smith: CJ has tormented this roster all year long…it’s about time he gets a taste of his own medicine…especially from Josie Barnes
Hood: What kind of fucked up world do you live in? She cost him an OCW Title shot by cheating and then hit him in the head with a chair after his brutal match with Rayder. But, yet in your fictional world HE’s the bad guy
Smith: Yes, he is the bad guy, Hood
~Barnes returns to her feet and stands in the corner, waiting for CJ to stand. Slowly CJ wobbles to an upright position…Barnes lunges forward and drills CJ with a superkick!! The crowd goes wild…she hurries to the nearest corner, climbing it as fast as she can~
Smith: The Fighter’s End, Hood! If she hits this, it’s over!
Hood: Son of a whore! CJ, get your ass off that mat!
Smith: C’mon, Josie…you’re a few seconds away from the biggest win of your career!
~Perched at the top, Josie leaps off with the rounding moon sault!! CJ rolls out of the way at the last second. Josie SLAMS into the mat! She quickly coils forward and rolls around, holding her midsection in pain. The air is drained from the crowd as they all sit down, disappointed. CJ sits up and slides back into a corner, watching Josie~
Smith: NO! Dang it…I thought she had it!
Hood: CJ is too smart…too crafty…mother fucker survived the storm of the century one week ago!
Smith: What a bunch of gibberish
Hood: Is that what they called the way those Bee Gees sang?
Smith: Huh?
Hood: You know, the Gibb brothers and their gibberish
Smith: NO!
Hood: Relax, I was just asking
~CJ reaches his feet and crouches down, poised to strike. Josie gets to her feet…CJ sprints in for Irish Knowledge. Josie dodges it, barely. CJ stumbles into a corner. He turns around, furious. He spots Josie and charges after her…Josie backs away, reaches the ropes and grabs the top rope…she pulls down and CJ flips over the top to the outside!! He hits hard as the crowd goes wild…they begin to chant “TWICE!”~
Hood: Twice? The fuck?
Smith: The fans are referencing when Josie caused CJ’s elimination in the Rumble…she just performed a similar feat…so they are letting CJ know she’s, in theory, eliminated him twice
Hood: Well that’s fucking stupid
Smith: Yes, I know it makes no sense…but these fans are willing to do anything that might get under CJ’s skin
~Josie steps through the ropes onto the apron. CJ reaches his feet, he’s enraged. The chants plus the memory of the Rumble are destroying any semblance of composure he may have had. Josie leaps off and places her knees onto CJ’s shoulders…her weight and momentum take CJ down, with her knees crushing his shoulders into the ground! The crowd goes wild…she stays on top of CJ…straddling his waist…she pours down some forearms into his head~
Smith: Josie is back in control…that reminder of what she cost him nearly a month ago evidently created some kind of short circuit
Hood: She’s fucking around with powers she cannot comprehend…he’s going to make her pay for this
Smith: He’d better leave that poor woman alone…wrestler her and that’s it…nothing extracurricular
Hood: You think you’re saving Josie Barnes but the truth is she’d KILL for some extracurricular time with CJ
Smith: Gross, Hood! That’s her adopted brother!
~Josie stops with the punishment and pops to her feet…she climbs atop the apron and hurries to the corner. She ascends to the middle buckle and looks down at CJ…he’s on his back…she leaps off with Fighter’s End! She nails it!!! The crowd goes wild!! Josie grabs her midsection in pain as the crowd is urging her on, begging her to get CJ up and toss him inside the ring~
Smith: She nailed Fighter’s End…now she has to get him inside the ring so she can make the pin
Hood: Typical woman…not thinking before acting
Smith: Why do you hate women so much?
Hood: Because they are awful
~Scruff yells “ONE!” Josie grabs the top of the barricade and gets to her feet. She reaches down and pulls CJ up. Scruff yells “TWO!” She throws CJ in under the bottom rope…he rolls near the center of the ring, conveniently coming to rest on his back. Josie crawls in under the bottom rope and is about to pin CJ when she stops and looks around~
Smith: What is she doing? COVER HIM?
Hood: She has Alzheimer’s! She’s suddenly forgotten what she’s doing…who she is…my goodness, what a shock!
Smith: She doesn’t have Alzheimer’s…I think she’s considering the fact CJ might not be ready for a pin fall…she may need to inflict more damage while he’s down.
Hood: Fucking women, always looking to pile on even when you’re already down. They are awful
Smith: Yes, we heard that already
~Barnes gets to her feet and hurries for the corner. She climbs with a sense of urgency…the crowd is on their feet pushing her pace. She gets to the top…CJ is still on his back. She leaps off with another Fighter’s End!! CJ gets his knees up!! Josie’s gut slams right into CJ’s knees! She rolls around the ring, kicking her legs in pain. CJ rolls onto his front looking bewildered. He slowly starts to return to his feet as the fans boo~
Smith: Why didn’t she pin him? That might have been the biggest mistake of her career!
Hood: CJ would have kicked out anyway…a man once ran CJ over with a truck and he still kicked out
Smith: Right
Hood: It was a HUGE truck, too…not one of those tiny, pussy trucks
Smith: Nobody cares…we all know it’s a lie
~CJ is standing, watching Josie…Barnes gets to her feet and staggers around the middle of the ring. CJ charges in for Irish Knowledge…Josie ducks!! CJ hits the ropes, he bounces off…Josie throws a superkick!! CJ ducks and hits the ropes again…Josie turns around and is SMACKED in the face with Irish Knowledge!! The crowd boos loudly as CJ falls on top of Josie, hooking both legs~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell is barely heard behind the chorus of boos. CJ sits up, shaking his sweat covered head with relief~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…he is one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions…”THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!
Smith: I’d rather this guy just wrestle
Hood: The fuck are you talking about?
Smith: He is anathema, seriously. Or, well, him winning is. He wins every week and I get sicker and sicker…just stop booking him, please!
Hood: Yea, right…like the Cavs would sit LeBron, give me a break. CJ is OCW’s franchise player!
Smith: Dark days, Hood. Dark days…
Hood: What are you talking about? Storm already lost…the skies are clear my friend!
Smith: Poor Josie…she gave it her all but it was just too much, too soon for the steadily improving novice.
Hood: That’ll teach her to get in the way of greatness
Smith: Whatever
~CJ stands up and looks at Barnes who is also rising to her feet. ~
Hood: CJ looks like he is not done with Barnes just yet.
Smith: Wasn't last week enough.
Hood: Barnes deserves this as she has been nothing but clingy and a major cockblocker.
~ CJ extends his right hand to shake the hand of Josie as Barnes leans in O'Donnell clocks her with a left forearm to the side of the head. He just stares at Barnes on the mat who is holding the side of her head. The crowd begins to cheer as Checkers appears from underneath the ring. ~
Smith: And look at Checkers doing the right thing.
Hood: Why the hell was that monkey under the ring?
Smith: It doesn't matter Checkers has gotten CJ's attention as he is up on the ring apron.
~ CJ is staring down at Checkers and tells him to come into the ring. Checkers sticks his tongue out at The Distinguished which only gets CJ pissed off. So O'Donnell lunges forward but Checkers using his leaping ability jumps onto the shoulders of CJ and begins to mess his hair before he slides down his back. ~
Hood: Messing with CJ's hair do you really think that is going to help the situation.
Smith: Well it has allowed Barnes to slide underneath the bottom ropes.
~ Checkers begins to wave to the crowd as CJ turns around. He stands directly behind Checkers not giving any breathing room for the monkey to escape. Checkers slowly turns around as you can see the anger in O'Donnell's face. Checkers starts back pedaling towards the corner as CJ is once again stalking his prey. ~
Hood: I hope CJ kills Checkers he has been stealing all the bananas backstage. How can I eat Raisin Brand without them?
Smith: Where is Curt to save his little buddy?
Hood: He is probably getting ready for his Process of Elimination Match.
~ Just then Canon jumps over the guardrail to the delight of the fans in attendance. Canon hops up on the ring apron and then leaps up on the top ropes and balances himself just as CJ is turning around. Canon does a front flip before landing on the shoulders of CJ as he then quickly executes a beautiful hurricanrana with sends CJ to the mat. Checkers applauds Canon's move but Curt picks up CJ by his hair. Curt places O'Donnell in an inverted face lock then spinning under CJ while holding the face lock, twisting him into the cutter position. CJ rolls underneath the bottom ropes to the outside of the ring. ~
Smith: Canon Cutter! I guess CJ light a fire under the OCW Legend.
Hood: CJ is not going to be a happy camper when he realizes what Curt and Checkers just accomplished.
Smith: He has no one to blame but himself. He brought this on when he started calling out OCW Legends.
Hood: He wanted to make a statement.
Smith: Well it looks like it backfired.
Hood: This is only the beginning. Trust me CJ will get his revenge.
Smith: Of that I have no doubt, unfortunately. Well folks I’m being told Julliet Brooks is scheduled to arrive at any second…so, let’s head backstage!
~We cut to the parking lot. A familiar limo pulls up…it’s identical to the one the masked man destroyed a few weeks ago. Eastern European and head of security, Barry Man is Low are waiting. The back door opens and Julliet Brooks emerges…OCW security quickly runs over, surrounding her. EE greets Julliet~
Eastern European: The Julliet! I am pleased to be making you an acquaintance tonight at Massacre! How are you having it tonight?
Julliet Brooks: Excuse me?
Barry Man is Low: How are you doing?
Julliet Brooks: I’ll be doing a lot better when that masked assailant confronts me and reveals himself…or herself.
Eastern European: The news is good! This way, the Julliet!
~Julliet follows the Eastern European and Barry Man is Low into the OCW Arena. They continue to be surrounded by security. We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: Well we've got everything cleared up at ringside...so now we await the arrival of the biggest female star in professional wrestling, Julliet Brooks
Hood: Does she have a death wish? This attacker is going to demolish her
Smith: I wouldn't underestimate Julliet...she's won titles all over the world and built a reputation as one of the best in this business...regardless of gender. She can handle herself
Hood: I guess we'll see about that.
~"Down" by Otep hits and out walks Julliet Brooks onto the stage to a chorus of cheers from the audience, simply smiling from ear to ear, and continuing to walk down the ramp. Once there she claps some fans hands at ringside then runs and slides underneath the ropes, soaking up the positive reaction. After she leans against the ropes and looks toward the entrance way, showing no intimidation to whatever awaits her. She asks for a mic and gets it~
Julliet Brooks: I’ve asked security to stay in the back. So, come on…let me see you.
~The arena is consumed with silence. Nothing is happening…the crowd is anxious…but soon they start to feel disappointed~
Smith: Is Julliet calling the attacker’s bluff? I mean, this IS the first time he’s been pursued…you know, switching from predator to prey
Hood: Maybe he got held up at a traffic light or something
Smith: Weird imagery
Hood: Yep
~Julliet shakes her head, beginning to think the assailant is a coward. Suddenly, the arena goes dark~
Smith: Uh oh!
Hood: Be careful what you ask for, Julliet!
~Megadeth’s “Breadline” hits the speakers. Smoke billows from the entrance. The OCW Tron reads “The Madman Cometh…” the crowd is confused. Some excited, some let down as the masked figure that we know as Rick Mad appears standing upon the entrance ramp. All you see through his mark is his beady red eyes. He makes his way down the aisle as Julliet Brooks stands in the ring just as confused as the fans.~
Hood: Seriously?! All of these attacks and the culprit was this guy?
Smith: Look at him, Hood! I mean, this guy appears to be capable of anything.
Hood: Yeah, but…
~Rick Mad finally reaches the ring after a slow stalk. He climbs the steel steps and climbs under the middle turnbuckle. Julliet stands back as Rick Mad makes his way into the ring. He stares her down with those creepy devilish eyes. Rick Mad and Julliet Brooks stare one another down for what seems like an eternity. Neither of them making a move.~
Hood: Well Ok… C’mon Rick… Clock is tickin’ ASS HOLE! Show us you’re a mad man! Do something!
Smith: Julliet Brooks looks ready to pounce, finally coming face to face with the man that has been stalking her, attacking her, and essentially making her life a living hell. She doesn’t know what to do!
~You can see Rick smirking from under his mask. He backs away and leans down about to climb back out of the ring. Julliet rushes Rick and kicks him while his back is turned. Rick’s audible laughing can be heard throughout the arena. A somewhat evil, yet, familiar laugh. Rick stands up just enough to elbow Julliet in the face. She holds her nose as she bounces back into the opposite ropes. With his back to Julliet he reaches for his mask. We think he is adjusting it, but he slowly pulls it off his face.~
Smith: What is he doing?!?!
Hood: Looks like he’s about to do some damage on Miss Brooks!
~With the mask halfway off, all we see is sweaty blonde hair. Once Rick turns to face Julliet his true identity is shown.~
Hood: HOLY SHIT!!! It’s… CHAD VARGAS!!!
Smith: It is Chad Vargas! The mystery attacker has been Chad Vargas all along!!!
Hood: There is no Rick Mad! Rick Mad was a facade!
~The crowd roars, mostly boos meshed with a few cheers from the rednecks in attendance. Vargas tosses the mask into the crowd. Julliet charges at Vargas but he catches her and drops her to the mat with THE STROKE!!! Vargas smirks arrogantly looking down at the fallen Julliet. He spits toward her on the mat. Vargas climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to a sea of boos. He rolls his eyes as he hops back down onto the ring mat. He walks over to the fallen Julliet and kicks her out of the ring. She rolls out and falls hard on the matted concrete just outside the ring. Vargas then puts his attention to Belvedere, grabbing a microphone from him before shoving him into the ropes. Belvedere crashes out of the ring joining Julliet Brooks on the floor below.~
Hood: FUCK YES!!! The old Chad is BACK!!! Did you see that? He just shoved Belvedere out of the ring!
Smith: Totally uncalled for! Belvedere is an innocent staff member. He’s our colleague you animal!
Hood: He’s overpaid. He’s a pain in the ass. And, let’s face it, he’s been in need of an ass kicking for awhile now.
Smith: Unreal!
~Meanwhile, back in the ring, Vargas raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak.~
Vargas: Welcome back Chad fuckin’ Vargas!!!
~Like clockwork, the crowd boos.~
Vargas: It’s nice to see all of y’all too. You fuckin’ schmucks! How am I even here anyway? My contract was terminated. Well, Rick Mad’s contract was not. Granted the salary is a little lower then I’m used too – but money ain’t everything. With my savings account alone, I could buy the manpower and the labor to have this fucking arena bulldozed and plant a Walmart on this fuckin’ land so why don’t every one of you SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
~The crowd picks up a “FUCK YOU CHAD” chant. It feeds Vargas as he laughs in the middle of the ring, before pacing about the ring.~
Vargas: I’ve got a lot of targets for my return. Marcus Welsh and his shitty booking. Allowing the two SHITTIEST yet STALEIST acts go toe to toe for the OCW title. This company is falling apart before your very eyes. I should be Paradigm Champion right here and now. But no, the man with kindergarten sandboxesque insults was allowed to steal the show. I don’t want to waste too much time on Ian…erm…. Bob Parr. Obviously OCW management coddles to him so he’s deemed untouchable at the moment, but he will surely get his. One way or another.
~The crowd can’t figure out who they hate more, Vargas or TIO. Vargas is clearly more of a bad ass and TIO has pathetic insults, so, the crowd hates TIO more, we are willing to bet on that.~
Vargas: Welsh, Aptitude, why Julliet Brooks? Well… Why not? Julliet Brooks is a woman. A woman belongs in a fucking kitchen or in the laundry room, not a professional wrestling circuit. I think Iggy Hardy said it best, a woman is designed for two things: Making sandwiches and bearing children. But yet, here we have Julliet Brooks being allowed to practically headline a show for OCW. And I ask, who cares? WHO FUCKING CARES? NO-ONE is the answer. Noone except for you liberal minded pussyfarts who preach equality, feminist movements and let’s not forget N----- Lives Matter. But here you have Welsh promoting the shit out of a no name talentless bitch. President Dean wouldn’t have allowed that, because Dean had balls. Dean stood against bullshit. Welsh stands next to it. So lets cut to the chase, ‘cause I ain’t got all night. Come Stainless Steel Ride, you are looking at Ms. Brooks’ opponent. To END women wrestling equality in OCW. You bitches want to wrestle? Make a hot pink glittery faggot belt and you stupid hoes can gun for that. Julliet, if you can hear me down there honey, Meet your Oppressor. Meet the one and only that is going to end your career before it even begins here in OCW. I’ve said it once I’ll say it 100 times. Boardwalk Wrestling and Mike Pettis are dead, come June 22nd, you will be too.
~Vargas drops the microphone as he climbs out of the ring and heads back up the ramp.~
Smith: Chad Vargas should be absolutely ashamed of himself. What a racist, redneck hillbilly that doesn’t know his head from his can! I am so sorry that you guys had to listen to that despicable rant. We here at OCW do not promote that way of thinking. Absolutely do not. Marcus Welsh should fire him on the spot!
Hood: Well… I mean, he kind of had a few valid points.
Smith: Leave it to you to side with a racist.
Hood: Do you know how much of a pussy you sound like right now?
Smith: Call me what you want, but I stand up for what is right!
Hood: Uh huh. Well there you have it ladies and gentleman, “The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas has returned!
Smith: He has returned with much controversy following him. It appears that he will be facing Julliet Brooks at Stainless Steel Ride next month! I am pulling for Julliet! Shut that hillbilly up once and for all!
Hood: This is the Chad Vargas that I like. This is vintage Vargas. Back when he simply did not give a FUCK! This is the Chad Vargas that is going to be unstoppable. If I was the OCW roster, I’d be leery of what he brings back with him.
Smith: You would! Folks, we’ve got one match remaining and, from what I’m being told one big announcement…so let’s head to a commercial break before we move forward.
LIVE! Monday, June 19th 2017
From The Louisiana State Penitentiary in St Francisville, Louisiana
OCW Championship
OCW Savage Championship
OCW Paradigm Championship
Ascension Championship
Oh Shit Contract
OCW Tag Team Championship
Special Attraction: One Night Only
Special Attraction: Legendary Challenge
Escape the Prison Match
The Incredible One (c) vs. "The Marvel" Matt Meyhu (c)
TBA vs. TBA
"The Professor" Bradley Carrington vs. TBA
Max Shade (c) vs. Damian K'
Elijah Easton, Jade Spritz, Josie Barnes, Levi Russow, Lukas Emery, PKA, Talia Areano, Tony the Spider
The Aptitude (c) vs. Tokyo Knives
Julliet Brooks vs. "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas
"The Distinguished" CJ O'Donnell vs. TBA
~We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: I feel like I'm on repeat this evening but the ringside area has been cleared and a very angry Julliet Brooks has been helped to the back
Hood: She was PISSED
Smith: Indeed...Chad Vargas is going to answer for his crimes in the future...definitely at Stainless Steel Ride
Hood: I wouldn't go that far
Smith: Speaking of...what a lineup we already have and we're still 3 weeks away from finalizing the show!
Hood: No shit...that might be the best lineup in OCW history
Smith: One could make that argument...it'll be interesting to see what other additions and alterations are made...
~We focus on the ring. Belvedere is standing in the center of it with the mic~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…at this time would you please welcome OCW’s General Manager…Marcus Welsh!
~Without any entrance music, Marcus Welsh emerges from behind the curtain to a negative response. The crowd starts to boo. “CHEER” appears on the OCWTron. A loud ovation is piped in through the speakers. Welsh smiles, soaking in the fake applause. He is surrounded by OCW security and a few of the faceless men. In his arms is a black cloth with something round and heavy within. He heads up the steps and enters into the ring. A perimeter of security continues to surround. Belvedere remains in the center of the ring. He hands Welsh the mic. The cheers over the loud speakers finally die down…all we hear at this point are boos~
Marcus Welsh: Wow, quite the vocal minority we have tonight, isn’t it? I realize life can be tough but that’s no reason to take it out on me.
~BOOOO the crowd responds. Welsh shrugs and moves on. He looks down at the item cloaked in black. He raises it to chest level using his free hand. He looks at the crowd with a smirk~
Marcus Welsh: Care to guess what this is?
~The crowd quiets. They are intrigued~
Marcus Welsh: No, it’s not the OCW Title. That won’t be seen until June 19th…inside a state prison, of all places. But that’s not why we’re here and that has NOTHING to do with what I’m holding.
~Welsh hands the mic to a security member and orders that person to keep it in front of his mouth. With two free hands he starts to reveal the item inside the cloth~
Marcus Welsh: You all might remember a man by the name of Max Shade. The undefeated Ascension Champion…you remember him, right?
~The crowd responds with a mixed reaction. Welsh pulls the item out…at first we see the gleam of something shiny. Before too long we realize he’s carrying the OCW Ascension Title~
Marcus Welsh: Well, here’s the belt Shade wore proudly. Wait, wore? Yes, wore. Due to an inability to meet the standards expected of a champion, Max Shade has been relieved of his OCW Ascension Championship.
~The crowd boos…they hate it when titles are vacated. And, why wouldn’t they? It sucks ass~
Marcus Welsh: So that means our heavily advertised…highly anticipated…much talked about match between Damian K’ and Max Shade is OFF
~Welsh trails off in anger. He works to subdue his rising temper. He hates it when his plans are foiled beyond his control. He calms down~
Marcus Welsh: As far as Damian K’ is concerned…his Oh Shit Contract is now active. He can cash it in at any time he likes between now and June 19th. So, Damian, good luck with that.
~The crowd boos and chants “Bullshit!” feeling like K’ was screwed in this announcement. Welsh is unaffected, moving forward~
Marcus Welsh: This title needs a champion…it needs someone to wear it proudly into the Louisiana State Pen on June 19th. It needs an owner who is PROUD to be an OCW wrestler…an owner who will remain loyal to the company and defend the title until an in ring contest relieves them of it…
~The crowd gets their hopes up. Some people chant “RAYDER!” others chant “IGGY” we hear one fan chant “TONY THE FUCKING SPIDER” Welsh smiles like a man ready to surprise~
Marcus Welsh: Turns out I have just the person…ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new OCW Ascension Champion!
~Welsh turns to the entrance along with every fan in attendance. There is a slight pause~
Smith: Who could this be? Shawn Rossdale?
Hood: Maybe Jade Spritz sucked and tugged a few favors
Smith: Gross
~The fans have to wait no longer. “Girl All the Bad Guys Want” by Bowling for Soup hits. The crowd gives a VERY strange reaction. At first they get excited, happy to see Annie Alvarez…but then they realize she’s going to be the OCW Ascension Champion and, upon realizing that they understand she’s sleeping with the boss. So the strange reaction eventually matures into boos. Annie rolls her eyes…all she can see is jewelry! She heads for the ring dressed in fine attire. She’s got heels on, a tight dress, fancy earrings and a ton of makeup. Her hair is done up…she’s fit for a very extravagant date. Welsh smiles, giving her an ovation. Carefully she ascends the steps and slides through the ropes. Security parts, giving her access to Marcus. She looks at the title then at Marcus. We overhear her yelling, “Marcus, really? You’re the best!” She hurries to Marcus, trying hard not to trip and engulfs him in a huge hug~
Smith: How can he condone this?
Hood: Because he’s the boss
Smith: She’s done NOTHING to earn this
Hood: Oh, I’m sure she’s done more than you know
~Welsh and Annie finish hugging and he hands her the Ascension Championship. Annie looks down at it and then toward Marcus with apprehension. He nods and says, “Go ahead, hoist it up, it’s yours!” She is giddy…she raises the title high to a chorus of boos. Marcus turns to Belvedere and yells, “ANNOUNCE!” Belvedere grabs his mic from the security guard~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen….THE NEW OCW ASCENSION CHAMPION…ANNIE ALVAREZ!!!!!
Smith: I can’t believe this
Hood: Hey, it could have been worse? I mean she HAS been in and around OCW for over a decade. This is her first OCW title…I’d say she’s kinda, sorta earned it.
Smith: Those titles are earned inside the ring…not like this…NEVER like this. Sickening.
~Annie gives Marcus a big kiss on the cheek. He smiles and lightly pushes her away. He says, “Alright, let’s go celebrate.” Annie nods, happily. They head toward the ropes~
Smith: Pathetic…a form of nepotism I had hoped would never exist within this company
Hood: Dude, let it go, alright? You’re a Disney freak…LET IT GOOOOO
~The crowd continues to boo, before a screeching feedback of the audio cries out. The fans look around, some are covering their ears. But a good chunk of them are smiling in anticipation. Because soon, the stellar opening guitar riff of a certain theme song follows.~
~The crowd goes WILD! But they only get louder as Damian K’ emerges from behind the curtain. He stands on the ramp with his cigarette in his mouth and his eyes covered by shades. He takes a long drag and releases it. He puts it out without much care. Soon after, he marches down the ramp with a clipboard in his hand. Annie’s eyes widen. Welsh freezes…slowly he maneuvers Annie behind him, using his arms. OCW Security is ready to pounce. Damian, unafraid, steps up onto the apron and starts to remove his shades. When they're gone, his cold, blue eyes stares right at Welsh. The arena feels like it’s shaking from the positive reaction~
Smith: He’s back!
Hood: Why is he ruining this great moment? What a dick!
~Welsh grabs the mic from Belvedere. He has to speak loudly to talk over the cheers~
Marcus Welsh: Damian, what are you doing out here? I thought you were on leave.
~Damian reaches into Welsh’s coat pocket and removes a pen. He applies his signature to a sheet of paper clipped to the board. He turns the contract where it’s facing Welsh. Welsh leans in and squints. Annie leans in and reads it as well~
Annie Alvarez: No no no no…not tonight. I’m not dressed to compete. Marcus, you tell him he can have his match next week…or, better yet at Stainless Steel Ride. Tell him Marcus….tell him.
~Damian remains stoic, confident that the contract will override any complaints by the current champion. Welsh looks around at the crowd…they are chanting “FUCK YEA!” He nods. He looks down at Annie and rubs the back of her head. He kisses her on the forehead and nods at Belvedere. He heads for the ropes, dropping the mic. Annie picks it up~
Annie Alvarez: Marucs?! Where are you going!! Tell this man he has to wait…tell him!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen….I have just been informed that Damian K’ is cashing in his Oh Shit Contract for a shot at Annie Alvarez’s OCW Ascension Title! Ring the bell!
Annie Alvarez: NO! Security, get Damian out of here…Marcus, tell them he can’t do this…at least let me get dressed in my ring gear, please!
~Marcus is heading up the ramp with his back to Annie. The ring has been cleared. She’s leaning through the top and middle rope staring at Welsh with an amalgamation of hurt, anger, and fear in her eyes. The title is hanging loosely from her right hand…the mic gripped tightly in her left. But that’s not what really matters…what really matters is that Damian K’ is standing behind her. The bell rings~
~Annie starts to turn around, looking at Damian, who actually counters her attire by wearing only some black pants and a sleeveless t-shirt. She nervously looks up and down at him, while he stuffs his hands in his pockets. He motions for her if she's really ready. Annie shakes her head vigorously and takes a few steps back, reaching her opposing corner. While the fans try to egg her on, she stretches a little bit, taking as much time as possible to "get ready". Damian's eyes never leave her. Annie walks back over to Damian, putting out a hand for him to shake~
Smith: A second ago, she was screaming about not being ready. Now, she wants a handshake?
Hood: Yeah, duh, Smith, she wants this to be a respectful affair. She's a woman of cla---hahahaha, I can't say that with a straight face.
~Damian looks down, and much to the crowd's chagrin, he shakes her hand. Removing any air of nervousness, Annie lunges forward with the microphone in hand. The fans sharply jeers~
Hood: Ah, shit, yeah, it's over! DQ beats out contract bullshit any day---
Smith: Yeah, uh, I don't think that's the case here.
~The fans' boos become cheers very quickly as it's revealed that Damian caught Annie's wrist, stopping the assault from even reaching his face. He clutches it hard enough for her to drop the microphone. She screams out in pain and fear, trying to rip herself away from Damian's grip. Damian, twirling Annie, stylishly puts her into the start of the ripcord position. Before Annie can try to get out of it, Damian spins her out and sends her right to the mat with the Death Dealer! The crowd unglues at the beautiful noise of the lariat~
Smith: That sounded...painful.
Hood: NO SHIT, SHERLOCK. That was a damn lariat from Special K over there. That crap hurts like hell.
Smith: You know from personal experience?
Hood: I can feel it from over here.
~Damian's not finished. He brings Annie up to her feet, who cannot possibly know where she is or if she's even champion. He looks to the crowd, who is ready for him to put the nail in the coffin. He then scoops her up, setting up for Blood Red Summer. As he holds her in the tombstone position, he looks over to Welsh, and for a moment, just glares at him. Looking forward, Damian nods and drops Annie on her head. When Annie falls to the mat, she hits it with a thud and sprawls out. Damian goes for the cover~
1!
2!
3!!!
~The crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…AND THE NEW OCW ASCENSION CHAMPION…DAMIAN K’!!!!!
Smith: Damian K’ is the new OCW Ascension Champion! He cashed in his Oh Shit Contract and foiled the plan of Welsh to name his ‘friend’ champion heading into Stainless Steel Ride
Hood: I don’t know about that…Welsh, if you ask me, appeared to be a-okay with the situation
Smith: That’s a good point and this week Annie was alone…there was no Plethora to save her
Hood: Fuck, the week she sends him away this shit happens
Smith: That’s life…but, hey, Damian K’ will still be in the OCW Ascension Match at Stainless Steel Ride…only this time as the champion! I wonder who he will face?
Hood: Oh man…we still have to figure that out? Fuck
Smith: I would have guessed Mark Storm...but not after tonight.
Hood: Hmm, yea I don’t SEE any clouds in the sky, but you never know, those storms come out of nowhere!
Smith: We are inside, genius…anyway, folks, what a shocking scene we’ve just witnessed. Max Shade has vacated the title and Damian K’ just cashed in to claim the belt from Annie Alvarez…if that doesn’t make sense to you, then I suggest you rewind and re-watch.
Hood: Rewind?
Smith: Figure of speech! Anyway...I'd like to mention an exciting, new concept coming to OCW AFTER Stainless Steel Ride
Hood: An all nude, all female ppv event?
Smith: Uhh, no...I'm talking about an idea that GM Welsh has been working on for a few months now. It's what all of these Process of Elimination Matches have been leading to
Hood: FINALLY
Smith: Over the summer 10 OCW wrestlers will be split into two division of five. They will face each member of their division twice and each member of the other division once...at the end of all of this, the two best records of each division will face off for this prize...
~The crowd inside the OCW Arena goes wild when they see the trophy on the OCW Tron~
Hood: Sweet...but what the fuck do these Process of Elimination Matches have to do with that delicious looking trophy?
Smith: The winner of the final Process of Elimination Match will get to hand pick each division which means, theoretically they could stack the odds in their favor
Hood: Oh, okay...I guess that sounds like a good prize
Smith: A GREAT prize...the selection will take place the Monday after Stainless Steel Ride...and, the winner of the inaugural Jimmy Buffet Margarita Mix will headline OCW's next Super Show for the OCW Title
Hood: Let's do it!
Smith: In good time, Hood. First we have to get to Stainless Steel Ride and finish the Process of Elimination series
~Billy Squier’s “Everybody Wants You” playing over the OCW sound system. Treat Cassidy emerges from the backstage area. Dressed to the nines as always in a three piece suit with a thin black tie. He waves to the fans as he makes his way down the aisle. Wasting no time, he jogs up the steel steps and grabs a microphone from Belvedere who dons a band aid across his nose. Cassidy gives him a nod, as he begins to speak.~
Cassidy: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, children of all ages – I came out here to tell you all one thing and one very simple statement. I do not condone Chad Vargas’ sentiments earlier about women, African americans, or the LBGT community. I proudly support everyone of any color. I am distancing myself from Chad. As much admiration as I have for Chad, it appears he is going through some difficult time in his life. I have served Ch---
~Before Treat can continue, Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Needle and the Spoon” hits as Chad Vargas himself makes his way down the aisle, mouthing obscenities to the fans the entire way down. Once to the ring, he climbs in. You can see him mouthing words to his agent but we can’t make out what it is. He grabs the mic from Treat.~
Vargas: Treat…
~Treat looks at Vargas putting his hands up as if to say “This has got to stop!” Out of nowhere, Vargas hauls off and decks Cassidy in the mouth. Shocking Cassidy and the rest of the crowd. Cassidy bounces into the ropes and back towards Vargas who catches him and lays him down with THE STROKE!!!~
Vargas: You’re Fired!
~Vargas tosses the mic out of the ring. He eyes Belvedere who he stove up pretty bad earlier and flicks him the bird about 2 inches from his face. Vargas slides out of the ring and heads back up the aisle out of sight.~
Smith: Chad Vargas is a monster!!! He just laid out his long time agent. After all that Treat Cassidy has done for Chad this is how he repays him.
Hood: Treat Cassidy is a stuffed shirt pissant! Good for Vargas!
Smith: It has been a rough night for, well, everyone. OCW is a dangerous place to be right now
Hood: And we still have the main event!
Smith: No kidding…one more commercial and we’ll finally get to it!
Can't get enough OCW action? Then check out the event many call the best in OCW History. Clash at the Coast! An event headlined by a triple threat Cage Ladder match featuring Scott Syren, Chad Vargas, and Bob Grenier. So, check it out after Massacre to give you just a slight indication of what to expect come Stainless Steel Ride
~We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: That certainly was one of our greatest events...I'd rank Code of Silence up there as well
Hood: Fuck yea...I mastur...errr...I really enjoy watching those over and over
Smith: Yikes...well, on that note...it's main event time!
”The Marvel” Matt Meyhu/PKA/Tony the Spider vs. Curt Canon/Jacqui Monroe/Levi Russow
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following matchup is a Process of Elimination Match! The first portion of the match will be a six person tag…the winning team will then go straight into a triple threat. The winner of the triple threat portion wins the match and moves on to a FINAL Process of Elimination match.
~”Figure 8” by Trust Company hits…the crowd LEAPS to their feet. OCW Hall of Famer Curt Canon jumps out from behind the curtain!! The crowd goes wild with a “CANON!” chant!!! He nods his head and sprints down to the ring. He leaps through the ropes. Canon pops to his feet in the middle of the ring and pumps his fist to the cheers~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…standing 5’4 and weighing in at 155lbs…he is a former OCW Champion…he is an OCW Hall of Famer…Curt Canon!!!
~Arch Enemy's 'We Will Rise' blares through the speakers, as Jacqui M appears on the platform, devil horns already in the air. As she begins to walk down the entrance way, the blonde allows herself a moment to headbang to her entrance tune, before making her way down to the ring. She enters it without much of a fuss, sheds her leather jacket, and waits for the bell to ring.~
Belvedere: Introducing next…first, from Tokyo, Japan…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 130lbs…Jacqui Monroe!
~The sound of a coin being put into a coin-operated machine, a button being pressed, and an 8-Bit explosion can be heard as we next hear the voice of the living legend Stan Lee himself say...~
~Massive pyrotechnics blast with the first hard hit of screaming guitars on "True Believers" by The Bouncing Souls hits as The Iceman Levi Russow is silhouetted sitting indian style on the stage as the fans roar their approval. He kips up to a standing position and bounces in place unzipping his hoodie as he cracks his trademark grin to the fans and nods his head in approval as the chorus arrives and he cheerleads his fans in screaming...~
~He's suddenly off like a shot towards the ring leaping up through the bottom and second rope and popping up to a turnbuckle soaking in the adulation~
Belvedere: And their partner, from Manhattan, New York…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs…Levi Russow!!!
~Suddenly "Sleepyhead" by Passion Pit hits the PA System and out from the curtain emerges the Ultraviolent Perfectionist - "Grade A" PKA, dressed in all black. A black vest over a shirtless top accompanied by black shorts, boots, and wrist bands. He snarls as he confidently walks down the aisle and slides into the ring. PKA climbs up the turnbuckle and puts his arms out in a crucifix as the fans watch his every move. The camera focuses in on his black hair, his face, his black eyeliner, the intensity in PKA's eyes. He hops off the turnbuckle and he hits the opposite corner to do another pose, arms out in a crucifix. After soaking in the fans' reaction, he hops off the turnbuckle and his music fades out~
Belvedere: And their opponents, first…from Wichita, Kansas…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 200lbs…PKA!!!
~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 next, from Emelio’s Backyard…standing 5’6 and weighing in at a stout 190lbs…Tony the Spider!!!
~“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 with both titles strapped around his waist. The Savage Title sits above the Tag Title. 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: And their partner, from Chicago, Illinois…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 240lbs…he is the OCW Savage Champion and current #1 Contender to the OCW Title…’The Marvel’ Matt Meyhu!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: And this will be our fourth process of elimination match. We have two more scheduled and then…the finals
Hood: We should just save everybody’s time and make it a three way dance between the three Aptitude members. Then they can play paper rock scissors and the winner wins the entire process…of elimination.
Smith: What a horrible idea
Hood: For you, maybe…for the world and OCW? It’s an idea with unlimited greatness
Smith: No, it would be a cataclysmic idea designed for the mirth of an esoteric group of megalomaniacs
Hood: uhh…can we just get to the match, please!
~Right off the bat it’s clear Monroe wants to beat the shit out of PKA. PKA smiles, beguiled by her overzealous agitation. Meyhu looks over his team as he carefully removes both belts around his waist. Tony the Spider laughs, staring at the gold. He’s never seen so much gold in his life. Meyhu hands the belts over to Scruff he delivers them to Belvedere who places them safely near the timekeeper’s seat. Why do we still have timekeepers? For convenience? Anyway…Meyhu orders Tony to stand on the apron immediately. He then tells PKA to start the match…PKA nods, excited for the opportunity~
Smith: From the outside looking in and…this is with all due respect to the Webb family…it would seem that Meyhu is at a disadvantage here.
Hood: What do you mean? Did PKA suffer an injury earlier in the week?
Smith: No, I’m talking about having Tony the Spider as his tag partner
Hood: Oh no! Don’t tell me Tony got injured eating potato chips???
Smith: Never mind…I’m not going to spell it out.
~Monroe is determined to start the match. Russow and Canon try and discuss the matter but she won’t hear it. Being two very chill, laid back guys they acquiesce and step through the ropes, onto the apron. PKA extends his hand with a cocky smile. He says, “C’mon, let’s bury the hatchet and have a good, competitive match. What do you say?” Jacqui sprints toward PKA and leaps into the air…she drops him with a Lou Thesz press and pummels PKA with lefts and rights! The crowd cheers her wild, unpredictable behavior. She grabs PKA by the ears and slams the back of his head, repeatedly into the canvas~
Smith: Jacqui Monroe is fueled by a certain kind of anger that could have only manifested through negative experience
Hood: In other words, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!
Smith: Indeed!
~Jacqui switches to forearms! PKA’s head bounces off the canvas after each impact. He finally realizes he needs to get out of this position. He thrusts his legs up and kicks Jacqui off…she rolls forward, tucking her head and landing on her knees. She crawls after PKA…he rolls sideways as quickly as he can and reaches the bottom rope before she can get her hands back on him. She reaches the ropes and hangs out, over the bottom rope, staring at PKA. PKA’s eyes are wide as he shakes his head…he begins wincing in pain, feeling the aches inside his skull from the thunderous blows he suffered. The crowd is going wild changing for Jacqui Monroe~
Smith: PKA needs a moment…and who wouldn’t? That assault was brutal!
Hood: That was Rodney King levels of…
Smith: HEY
Hood: What?
Smith: Too soon
Hood: Are you shitting me? That was like twenty five years ago!
~PKA throws his hand at Monroe…an act of dismissal that Monroe does not take kindly. He walks around the ring, rounding the steps. Monroe reaches her feet and runs into the ropes…PKA works his jaw back and forth…Monroe bounces off the ropes and sprints toward the side of the ring where PKA is standing. She leaps through the ropes with a Suicide Dive!! PKA looks up in time and catches her…it’s not a clean catch, but enough of one…he staggers back and drops Monroe face first into the top of the barricade!! She hits hard and falls to the floor. The back of PKA’s head slams into the barricade as he, too, hits the ground and is slow to recover~
Smith: Monroe might have been a little TOO aggressive on that move
Hood: Ya think?
Smith: Well, I mean it’s easy to critique a person’s actions in hindsight…at the time, I think she sensed weakness and looked to capitalize
Hood: Haha…that’s implying women think. We all know that’s not true
Smith: RUDE
~PKA gets to his feet. Jaquie is on all fours…he throws a soccer kick into her ribs! She falls onto her side, clutching the afflicted ribs in pain. PKA rolls into the ring and tags the hand of Meyhu. Meyhu wasn’t expecting the tag but shrugs…he hops off the apron and heads over to Jacqui. PKA climbs through the ropes and seats on the apron with his back against the post, closing his eyes, trying to minimize the pain throbbing inside his head~
Smith: Uh oh….Monroe is in bad shape and Matt Meyhu, one of the best wrestler’s on the planet, is stalking her
Hood: This match is over…or, well, phase 1 anyway!
Smith: Let’s not count her out just yet…she’s a fighter
Hood: I think we’re all seeing a preview of what’s going to happen at Stainless Steel Ride…another Aptitude victory!
~Meyhu grabs Monroe by her blonde hair…he hurls her head first into the barricade! She hits roughly and tumbles to the ground. Scruff finally begins a count yelling ‘ONE!’ Meyhu picks Monroe up…he scoops her into the air and tosses her carelessly to the floor with a scoop slam!! Monroe arches her back in pain. Meyhu then places his foot on top of her stomach and places all of her weight down onto it as he steps over Monroe. She coughs and curls up once his foot is removed. Meyhu rolls in under the bottom rope and poses for the crowd…they BOOOO loudly. He then points at Tony the Spider. The crowd is lackluster in their support of the strange man from Emelio’s Garage. Meyhu slaps Tony’s gelatinous gut, tagging him in. Tony laughs loudly and steps in through the ropes~
Smith: I can’t believe the audacity of this man!
Hood: No kidding, you’d think Tony would work on that gut a little bit if he’s going to compete inside an OCW ring!
Smith: I’m talking about Matt Meyhu…he thinks Jacqui is going to get counted out…costing her team the match…so he’s tagging TONY in to add insult to injury as the winner
Hood: You talkin smack about Tony?
Smith: Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean
~Scruff yells “FIVE!” Tony the Spider continues to laugh inside the ring. Meyhu leans over, he grabs PKA by the head and SLAMS the back of his head into the steel post! Scruff, busy counting, didn’t see it!! PKA falls off the apron, slamming onto the floor…he isn’t moving…he appears to be unconscious. Meyhu stands up as the fans on that side of the ring boo and chant “DICKHEAD!” Meyhu just smiles and waits, anxiously for Scruff to hit ten~
Smith: That jerk!
Hood: What a move! What a smart move!! Once Jacquie is counted out all Meyhu has to do is pin Tony the Spider and he wins the whole match!
Smith: I HATE these Aptitude jerks!
Hood: They just out think the rest of the roster, Smith. It’s that simple.
~Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Jacqui gets on all fours. The crowd chants “JACQUI!” One fan nearby screams, “GET UP!” Scruff yells “NINE!” Jacqui staggers to her feet…she lunges for the apron and dives in under the bottom rope right as Scruff is about to belt out ‘TEN!’. Scruff puts his hands down and backs away. The crowd goes wild. Meyhu shakes his head and relaxes his posture…he was ready to jump through the ropes and attack Tony~
Smith: She beat the count! Way to go!
Hood: Ugh…another genius plan ruined by the actions of a woman
Smith: Can you just STOP commenting on women altogether…it’s really offensive
Hood: Now how the hell am I supposed to do that when they comprise like half our fucking roster
~Tony seems to be highly amused with Monroe’s re-entry. So much so that he GUFFAWS…while doing so, he grabs Jacqui by the hair. He starts to zip open his dreaded fanny pack. The action triggers a memory in Jacqui’s mind…perhaps the zippering noise was the trigger. She kicks her legs out and drops Tony with a jawbreaker!! Tony falls to the mat, unconscious! The crowd goes wild as Jacqui gets onto all fours and crawls toward her corner~
Smith: What a move! Jacqui Monroe knows there’s something dangerous in Tony’s fanny pack…whatever it is and WHY he’s allowed to wear that thing to the ring…I do not know.
Hood: Damnit…Tony’s from the trailer park…we all know he can’t afford a fucking dentist…why is she trying to knock his teeth out?
Smith: She’s just trying to win the match, Hood
Hood: Bullshit…she knows how much Tony loves potato chips. Imagine eating potato chips without any teeth…all gums!
Smith: Ouch
~Monroe reaches her corner and tags Canon!! The crowd goes wild!! Curt hops in over the top rope and sprints in Meyhu’s direction. He leaps through the air with a dropkick…he nails Meyhu right in the head! Meyhu flies off the apron and slams into the barricade!! The crowd goes wild as chants of “CANON!” fill the arena. Curt then looks down at Tony who has yet to move~
Smith: Oh wow! Meyhu’s plan could backfire! All Canon has to do is pin Tony and Meyhu is eliminated, along with the rest of his team.
Hood: Son of a bitch! DQ that flying joke of a legend! That was an illegal move!
Smith: Looks like the move will stand…sorry, Hood
Hood: This corrupt company, always trying to SCREW The Aptitude
Hood: Give me a break!
~Canon bends over to check and see if Tony is breathing. He shrugs, the crowd kind of laughs. He then gets on his knees, about to cover Tony…some of the fans are heard yelling, ‘HURRY’. Boos sound out as we cut to the entrance ramp to find TIO rushing down. Canon finally covers Tony…Scruff slides in for the count~
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NO!
~We see Canon pulled out of the ring by TIO. The fans boo loudly…Scruff is about to head over there when Monroe steps, angrily into the ring. Scruff deals with her…while doing so, TIO drills Canon in the head with the Paradigm Title!! Canon falls to the floor, holding his head in pain. TIO then makes eye contact with Meyhu. TIO says, “I’ve got your back!” Meyhu nods and steps back onto the apron~
Smith: Can’t these guys ever play fair?
Hood: Sure, they’d play fair if, you know, they didn’t get fucked all the time by the WEAK ASS BOOKING of OCW
Smith: What on Earth are you talking about?
Hood: You don’t think it was a coincidence that Meyhu was paired with Tony and PKA, do you?
Smith: I see nothing wrong with either…PKA especially…he’s got a great future in OCW
Hood: Okay, fine, I’ll give you that…but Tony the fucking Spider…seriously?
Smith: He is unique
~Monroe steps through the ropes and onto the apron. She leaps off…TIO turns and is drilled in the face with a flying knee from Monroe. The fans go crazy…a few “TOKYO KNIVES” chants scatter throughout the crowd. Tony’s body starts to gyrate in the middle of the ring…he’s beginning to laugh~
Smith: Nice to know Tony the Spider is still alive and…
Hood: Well?
Smith: I wouldn’t go that far
~Tony reaches into his fanny pack. He pulls something out and places it to his mouth, he breathes in. He quickly places it back inside and sits up. He gets to his feet and looks at Meyhu. Meyhu extends his hand, begging for a tag. Tony laughs before reaching out and slapping Meyhu’s hand. Meyhu hops off the apron and goes directly after Canon~
Smith: Uh oh…The Marvel is the legal man
Hood: I’m not sure he’s going to do much tagging out after what just happened
Smith: He’s the undefeated #1 contender for a reason
Meyhu picks Canon up and tosses him into the ring. He looks down at Jacqui pummeling TIO and is about to pull her off when he hears Scruff begin a count so, instead he leaves TIO to fend for himself while sliding into the ring. He pulls Canon up and whips the Hall of Famer into the ropes. Canon bounces off and ducks a clothesline from Meyhu…Meyhu turns around and lifts a boot…Canon ducks that and hits the ropes a second time…Meyhu turns and puts his head down…Canon kicks Meyhu in the face! Meyhu straightens up and staggers back…Curt runs back into the ropes and bounces off…Meyhu catches him as he comes off the ropes and drills him into the mat with a spinebuster!! He covers Canon~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Kick out by the former OCW Champion…albeit barely
Hood: With Meyhu in the ring, victory is assured…say, Smith
Smith: What?
Hood: What’s better…three wrestlers not named Matt Meyhu or one Matt Meyhu?
Smith: No comment!
~Outside Monroe has both hands around TIO’s neck. She’s strangling the life out of his bearded face. PKA finally comes to…he sits up and looks at what’s going on…it takes a minute to process. He finally realizes the situation and gets to his feet…he grabs Jacqui by the hair and yanks her off TIO. He turns her around and drops her with a lariat on the outside!! TIO reaches his feet, coughing…he looks down at Monroe and throws a kick. Scruff sees this and rushes over, yelling at TIO that he will DQ Meyhu’s team. Meyhu stands behind Scruff and tells TIO to calm down. TIO reluctantly agrees and lingers in the corner of Meyhu’s team~
Smith: You know it’s eating TIO up that he can’t punish Monroe for what she did to him
Hood: That’s okay, once Meyhu wraps this up they can eliminate one half of the Tokyo Knives
Smith: IF Meyhu is able to secure the victory…that is a Hall of Famer inside the ring with him
Hood: I remember the days when that actually meant something…fucking Canon
~PKA pulls Monroe to her feet…Monroe shoves PKA off and throws a kick…PKA grabs her kick and shoves her leg away…he clotheslines Monroe into the barricade. She nearly goes over…he takes a few steps back and lunges at her with another clothesline…the time they BOTH go over, spilling into the crowd. The fans go crazy in that area~
Smith: It seems as though Jacqui Monroe and PKA have lost sight of the goal and are determined to annihilate one another
Hood: They fucking hate each other…it has something to do with something that happened about one year ago!
Smith: Well they’d better return their focus to what’s happening right now, today or else they might wind up losing a tremendous opportunity
~Inside the ring, Meyhu pulls Canon to his feet…he picks him up and drops him with an efficient scoop slam. He heads toward a corner…he sees Tony the Spider and instantly changes direction, heading for a different corner. Meanwhile, in the other team’s corner is a very anxious Levi Russow. He reaches his arm over the top rope toward Canon, yelling for Curt to tag him. Curt starts to crawl…but Meyhu watches~
Hood: Wow, Tony the Spider must smell extra bad tonight
Smith: I don’t think it’s his body odor…although I’m sure it’s less than pleasant. Matt Meyhu cares about one thing…that’s winning. He’s not going to let anyone else into this match…this is his to win.
Hood: Sounds like the perfect teammate!
Smith: For some, yes
~Jacqui and PKA are on their feet in the crowd. Monroe knees PKA in the gut and hooks him for a suplex…she lifts him up and drops him over the barricade onto the floor at ringside…PKA rolls near the ring…his arm reaches through he clothe, underneath the ring. Monroe climbs atop the barricade, looking down at PKA. She leaps off…PKA rolls over with a squirt gun in his hand…he fires off a few thick, red streams of liquid!! They hit Jacqui in the face!! She lands on her feet, awkwardly…she staggers back against the barricade, holding her face in pain. PKA drops the water gun and laughs in between pain filled facial contortions~
Smith: Was that HOT SAUCE inside the water gun?
Hood: That or blood…is he trying to lure Robert Morbidus back inside an OCW ring?
Smith: I’m good with it being hot sauce
Hood: I wonder if it was Medium, Mild or…EXTRA SPICY
Smith: Does it really matter
Hood: You bet your ass it matters!
~Canon is about to reach Russow’s arm. Meyhu hurries in and grabs Canon by the waist…he lifts Canon up and tosses him over his head with a Release German Suplex. Meyhu returns to his feet quickly and pulls Canon back up…he hooks Canon and tosses him over his head with an Exploder Suplex!! Canon hits hard once again and remains on the mat, motionless. Meyhu returns to his feet smiling~
Smith: The Ego Trip could be imminent
Hood: It always was…and always is
Smith: It really is hard for me to combat your biased Meyhu narrative…the man is legitimate
Hood: So should I sign you up for the Aptitude fan club?
Smith: Absolutely not!
~Russow tries to enter the ring, beyond frustrated. Scruff rushes over to keep him on the apron. TIO hops onto the apron across the ring and yells “MATT!” Meyhu turns around with a handful of Canon’s hair. TIO is holding the Paradigm Championship and motions for Matt to hit Canon with it. Meyhu drops Canon and walks toward the corner. TIO argues that Canon is a Hall of Famer, it’s going to take something extra. Meyhu reaches for the title…TIO’s eyes widen…he hops off the apron, pulling the title away. Meyhu turns around to spot Scruff looking. Suddenly, Meyhu gets SLAPPED on the back. The crowd goes wild…he turns around to spot Tony the Spider entering…he looks at Scruff who signals that a tag has been made. Meyhu is furious~
Smith: Oh wow…Meyhu, so desperate to win he couldn’t resist the opportunity for an advantage and, well, it might have cost him and his team
Hood: So, wait a minute…he’s on the fucking apron…PKA is playing water pistols with Monroe…so that means it’s up to Tony the Spider?
Smith: Unless Meyhu can tag back in
Hood: Geezus
~Tony stands over Canon. He begins to unzip his fanny pack. Meyhu reaches for Tony but can’t touch him. He stands on the bottom rope and leans over…but still, Tony is beyond reach. Meyhu maneuvers around the post, trying from that angle. His hand NEARLY grazes Tony…the wind friction by the passing appendage causes Tony’s hair to ripple. Canon is on his knees, looking up at Tony. The zipper slowly slides open~
Smith: Meyhu is doing everything he can to tag in…unfortunately, I don’t think his arms are long enough
Hood: No worries, Tony is about to take care of business
Smith: Well he’s going to have to…that, or take one step back…that’s all it would take and Meyhu would be back in this match
~Canon reaches at Tony’s yellow sleeveless shirt. Tony reaches into his fanny pack…Canon’s hands grab Tony around the head…the crowd leaps to their feet…Canon hops up and stuns Tony with a jawbreaker!!! Tony staggers forward…Canon hooks him and drops him to the mat with the Canon Cutter!! He quickly covers Tony as the crowd counts along~
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2!
3!!!!
~There is a moment of silence, at first…the crowd can’t believe Meyhu has lost a match. The realization suddenly hits and they go wild as the bell sounds~
Smith: The Marvel has been defeated!
Hood: Give me a break…Tony the Spider got pinned…this catastrophe is due to those damn Webbs!
Smith: Regardless…he is OUT of the Process of Elimination Match
Hood: What a fucking rip off!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the winners of the first phase and the three competitors who will now move into the second and final phase of the Process of Elimination Match….CURT CANON, JACQUI MONROE, AND LEVI RUSSOW!!!!!
~Meyhu stares into the ring while hearing the announcement. He is furious. He enters through the ropes. Russow is congratulating Canon…Meyhu drills Russow in the side of the head with a kick!! Russow rolls out of the ring. Meyhu lifts Canon and drops him to the mat with The Ego Trip!! He picks up Tony the Spider…he RIPS Tony’s fanny pack off and throws it into the crowd…he then lifts Tony over his head and press slams Tony over the top rope to the floor. The crowd is somewhat in awe of the rage and destruction taking place before them~
Smith: With all due respect to Iggy Hardy but…Matt Meyhu has just become intense!
Hood: I don’t blame him…this is bullshit!
Smith: It’s hard to argue that, despite having lost the first portion of the match, Meyhu was clearly the strongest competitor
~Meyhu hops out of the ring, through the ropes. He spots PKA with Monroe…PKA is about to hook Monroe for some type of move. We’ll never know as Meyhu runs them both over with a double clothesline. The momentum takes him toward the ring post belonging to his former team’s corner. It also brings him face to face with TIO. TIO looks up at an enraged Meyhu…Meyhu looks back down at his Aptitude member and future competitor, TIO~
Smith: Uh oh…this…this could get ugly
Hood: C’mon, guys…relax! The real prize is in four weeks…this isn’t any big deal
Smith: Try telling that to Meyhu…TIO is already qualified…you don’t think…you don’t think TIO did this on purpose to clear the road, do you?
Hood: Stop trying to promote propaganda!
~TIO shakes his head and extends his arms. It appears as though he’s explaining his actions. Meyhu grits his teeth and looks into the crowd…they are eager for these two to fight. Meyhu brushes past TIO, bumping shoulders. He grabs his two belts from Belvedere and heads up the ramp, alone. TIO remains at ringside for a moment…he, too becomes pissed off~
Smith: TIO feels shunned…that man’s ego is the largest in this business…that will NOT sit well with the Paradigm Champ
Hood: Oh they’ll be fine…they are just putting on a show to sell more tickets to that filthy Louisiana Prison
Smith: I don’t know…this seems pretty real to me
~TIO heads up the ramp and behind the curtain…the fans seem excited…they might have witnessed the first crack in the Aptitude’s foundation. Tony the Spider is helped to the back. PKA and Monroe slowly rise to their feet. Curt Canon remains in the ring…Levi Russow rises up, looking over the apron at Canon. The bell sounds~
Smith: Well, despite what we’ve just witnessed…the focus of this match now shifts to Jacqui Monroe, Curt Canon and Levi Russow
Hood: One of those three, huh? Well, I guess I’ll root for Canon
Smith: I’d be okay with that
Hood: Never mind, I’m going for Russow
~Russow, sensing an opportunistic moment crawls in through the ropes and jumps on top of Canon. Scruff is looking up the ramp…the crowd yells “TURN AROUND!” Scruff does and sees Russow pinning Canon. He drops to his knees and makes the count~
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: Curt Canon averted defeat! He kicked out of The Ego Trip
Hood: Oh please…he was down for a good two minutes after Meyhu hit him with The Ego Trip!
Smith: Still, he kicked out!
Hood: Fucking Canon
~Russow gets to his feet. He pulls Canon up by the hair. He sets Canon up on his feet…Canon wobbles…Russow then drills him with a roaring elbow!!! Canon flies into the ropes…as he does, Russow rolls and springs forward with a Kesa Giri Chop (BitchSlap)!!! Canon flattens out onto the mat…the crowd gives a solid ovation. Russow covers Canon~
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NO!!
~We see the wet, stringy blonde hair of Monroe fly into view as she climbs into the ring and rabs Russow’s leg. She pulls him off of Canon! Russow pops to his feet after kicking Monroe away. Monroe pops to her feet…Russow throws a punch, Jacqui blocks it and delivers a headbutt into Russow’s chest!! Monroe backs into the ropes, looking to bounce off…PKA reaches in and grabs her by the legs, taking her down!! She splats face first into the mat as he pulls her out of the ring. Russow walks toward the ropes and looks down as PKA and Jacqui brawl~
Smith: Jacqui broke up the pin fall but she’s still got PKA to deal with
Hood: Man, those two hate each other
Smith: Indeed they do…a hatred that may have cost PKA and his team the first portion of the match…a hatred that could cost Jacqui Monroe this second portion of the match
Hood: I say put them in a CAGE OF DEATH
Smith: No
~Russow shakes his head…not finding any logic behind their machinations. Canon sneaks up behind Russow…he jumps, placing his knees into Russow’s back and drops him with a backstabber!!! Russow arches his back in pain as the crowd goes wild. Several ‘CANON!’ chants echo throughout the arena as they, for the first time, sense that Curt might win~
Smith: Monroe is occupied with PKA and Russow is down…Curt can do this!
Hood: He’s a fucking Hall of Famer…I’d hope so
Smith: A lot of odds to overcome in this type of match, Hood. Takes more than skill
Hood: No shit, otherwise Meyhu would have won in five seconds
~Outside, Monroe takes PKA down with a lariat!! He hits the floor hard. The crowd at ringside gives her a strong ovation. Inside, Canon reaches his feet. He lifts Russow up and kicks him in the gut…Russow doubles over…Canon’s back is to Monroe. He locks Russow’s head for the Canon Cutter!! Monroe reaches under the rope, grabbing Canon’s foot. He tries kicking her off…he finally does…but it’s too late, Russow has Canon lifted in the air…Canon squeezes down on the front face lock he has applied…he then swivels his hips and drills Russow into the mat with a Tornado DDT!! The crowd goes wild~
Smith: This would be a tough loss for Levi Russow…he conserved all that energy during the six person tag portion
Hood: Hey, maybe he just isn’t that good
Smith: I doubt that…talent isn’t Levi’s problem
Hood: Well, then…what is?
Smith: How should I know? He’s been here one week!
Hood: Because you’re Mr. Professional Broadcast Guy
~Monroe tries to get back into the ring but, again, is yanked out by PKA. She’s furious…she throws a forearm uppercut into the jaw of PKA!! He staggers back…she takes a few steps backward and lunges…PKA dodges another lariat attempt…Monroe staggers forward…PKA reaches from behind Monroe and honks her nose…he then fishhooks her mouth! He yells “GOT YOUR NOSE” as he lifts her up and drops her on her head with a Cradled Belly to Back Brainbuster!!! Monroe’s body goes limp as the fans at ringside are heard saying “OH SHIT!” PKA is seated up, smiling, wiping his hands in an overt gesture of achievement~
Smith: That is not one of PKA’s regular moves…but I have seen that move before…and I’ve heard it called Got Your Nose
Hood: Oh, so that’s why he yelled that…I thought maybe he saw some kid in the crowd whose nose resembled their parent’s nose
Smith: No, he was referencing a finisher that has likely haunted Monroe for, well, a year
Hood: Ouch
~Inside the ring, Canon is back on his feet…he’s got a dazed Russow stumbling around. He knees Russow in the gut and hooks him for the Canon Cutter once again…Curt twists Russow around…but Russow is able to rotate out of the move and shove Canon in the back!! Canon sprints into the ropes…Russow throws a kick…Canon ducks it…Russow runs into the ropes after missing, following his momentum…both men hit the ropes at the same time on opposite sides of the ring...Canon throws a spinning heel kick at Russow…Russow ducks and slides on one knee…it slows his momentum enough where he can stop and turn around quickly…Canon’s back is to Russow…Russow pops to his feet, he hooks Canon around the waist and drills him into the mat with a quick, release German!! Canon rolls over the back of his head and remains on both knees, staring at the mat, dazed. Russow is on his feet, pointing at Canon~
Smith: We could see The 187!
Hood: Oh shit, Canon is about to get fucked up1
Smith: He could move…wake up, Curt!! Wake up!
~Russow sprints and he nails Canon in the face with a running knee…his version of Kinshasa. Canon is on the mat, unconscious…Monroe is unconscious on the outside. We see PKA stand, watching from the apron. Russow pins Canon as Scruff makes the count~
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~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the man that will move onto the finals of the Process of Elimination Series…LEVI RUSSOW!!!!!
Smith: Wow…what a debut!!
Hood: Have to give it to the guy…that match was nails and he emerged the winner
Smith: Indeed…this ranks right up there with the debut of Damian K’…big things could be in store for Levi Russow
Hood: Apparently so…he’s already signed up for the Oh Shit Match so that fucker might be your early favorite
Smith: Indeed…tough loss for Canon…he gave it a great effort
Hood: Ole Curt…he’s as good as he ever was…it’s just tough in OCW these days…real fucking tough
Smith: Right…and Monroe, well, she was screwed, pretty much. Not a great one year anniversary
Hood: Yea she might legit kill PKA after tonight
~Russow has left the ring following a nice celebration and strong ovation. Canon is being helped to the back by OCW security…Checkers sits on his shoulders, patting him on the back. The ring is empty…things appear peaceful until…PKA rolls Monroe into the ring~
Smith: Wait a minute…what is he doing?
Hood: He’s not finished!
Smith: You already cost her the damn match…leave Jacqui alone!
Hood: LEAVE HER ALOOOONNNEEE
Smith: Dated reference
Hood: Doesn’t make it any less fun!
Smith: It does, actually
~PKA slides into the ring and pulls Monroe to her feet. Jacqui is pretty far from conscious. He yells something into her fact…it sounds like “GET OVER IT!” He hooks her for P-Krusher! The crowd stands…some are angry, some are intrigued…and some are digging it. He’s about to drop her when the people in the Arena go wild. PKA looks toward the entrance and sees Kenshin running down to the ring. Kenshin slides in under the bottom rope…PKA lets Jacqui go…he and Kenshin exchange punches in the center of the ring to a huge ovation~
Smith: Kenshin! OCW has been a place filled with bad memories and hardships for Kenshin Takamura…I guess this time he has seen enough.
Hood: Ah shit, PKA is going to get his ass kicked if he doesn’t get out of there…Kenshin is as fresh as the catch of the day!
Smith: Is that some kind of racially charged joke at Takamura’s expense?
Hood: NEVER
~PKA backs against the ropes…Kenshin clotheslines him over the top rope, to the outside!! PKA’s feet land hard and he falls into the barricade, slumping to the ground. The crowd is going wild chanting “TOKYO KNIVES!” Kenshin helps Monroe to her feet…she’s out of it, but slowly coming to…as she returns to consciousness we can see the anger and hate returning. PKA notices this as well…deciding that ‘live to fight another day’ is a great idiom, he exits the ringside area, making his way up the ramp. Kenshin suddenly asks for a mic…Belvedere hands it over~
Smith: I truly believe these two competitors will dethrone The Aptitude…they are the saviors OCW needs
Hood: Kenshin could do it…and Monroe is spirited…fuck, you might be right
Smith: The Tokyo Knives are here to make a mark and stick around!
Kenshin Takamura: What you’ve just seen is a prime example of what goes on in OCW. This kind of behavior was tolerated by the old regime and, apparently, is accepted by the new regime. It’s an atmosphere that I simply cannot condone. So, at Stainless Steel Ride I will fulfill my obligation and I will team with Jacqui to take on The Aptitude. Win or lose, after that match, I will leave OCW and compete elsewhere.
~The crowd sounds confused. Several people are disheartened having believed Kenshin was the savior they were hoping for~
Kenshin Takamura: If we are to win the tag belts then I recommend OCW retire the belts with us as the final champions. There simply isn’t enough competition in OCW for those belts to be active…
~A few people in the crowd scream. This distracts Kenshin as it’s out of nowhere and shocking. The camera begins to shake, trying to look around as the crowd’s heads are turning in multiple directions~
Smith: What is going on here? What are these people freaking out about
Hood: HOLY SHIT…look, Smith…look inside the ring!
Smith: Oh…my…gosh…
~The crowd erupts into cheers as the camera pans out to see ‘Perfect’ Paul Paras and ‘Marvelous’ Mario Maurako standing in opposite corners of the ring with Jacqui Monroe standing in the middle of the ring and Kenshin Takamura having his back to everyone. Perfectly Marvelous then charge Jacqui and Paras goes low with a leg sweep as Mario simultaneously takes Jacquis head off with a clothesline from hell.~
Smith: DOUBLE ENTENDRE! IT’S PERFECTLY MARVELOUS!
Hood: Holy Shit! I thought they were dead!
Smith: They are very much alive and they just took out ½ of the Tokyo Knives and they now look to have their eyes set on Kenshin!
~Kenshin turns around to see what the commotion is and he spots Perfectly Marvelous getting back to their feet while Jacqui Monroe is motionless on the mat. Kenshin charges the duo but is quickly lifted up into a Gorilla Press position by Mario who then tosses him into a Diamond Cutter from Paras!~
Smith: Jackpot! Jackpot by Perfectly Marvelous!
Hood: Someone pinch me I can’t believe this is real!
~Mario slaps Paras on the shoulder and then motions to the turnbuckle. Paras nods and Mario heads to the top rope as Paras helps Jacqui Monroe to his feet. Then with little hesitation Paras drives Monroe back down to the canvas with a devastating flatliner. Paras rolls out of the way and Mario leaps off the top rope and hits a frog splash~
Smith: PERFECTLY MARVELOUS ENDING!
~Paras rolls Monroe to the edge of the ring with his foot and gives her a farewell kick from the ring as Mario helps Kenshin back to his feet and then grabs him around the waist and lifts him into the air and holds him there. Paras runs across the ring and then jumps onto the middle rope and then back in towards the middle of the ring and smashes his knee against the face of Kenshin Takamura, breaking his nose. Kenshin rolls around on the mat in obvious pain as his clutches his nose and blood stains the mat. He then rolls from the ring and into the waiting arms of awaiting OCW staff~
Smith: Perfectly Marvelous have shown up here tonight and have decimated Tokyo Knives!
Hood: All that shit you just said about Saviours… I think you’ve just been corrected by the two time Hall of Famers!
Smith: And now Mario has the Microphone!
Mario Maurako: At Stainless Steel Ride Aptitude, you get to take the Perfectly Marvelous Test. But we can already tell you what the results will read.
Paul Paras: You may be good…
Mario Maurako: You may be great…
Paul Paras: But you’re not PERFECTLY MARVELOUS!
~We get one final shot of Perfectly Marvelous…the shot fades in and out, it flickers…we see a shot of the two men when they were younger, hoisting the OCW Tag Titles over their heads…the two images flicker back and forth before we cut to a cold ending…black screen~