OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, July 17th 2017
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~We cut to the outside parking lot. A limousine pulls up. Yes, a limo. Fuck off. It’s leaning HEAVILY to one side. A chauffer wearing an annoyed expression emerges, heading to the back. He reaches for the door…we cut out to the OCW Arena. The OCW fans are ravenously awaiting their Monday Night Massacre action. So, we cut through all the sign BS and head straight toward the announce table~
Smith: Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Monday Night Massacre! What a night of action we have scheduled this evening…but, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention what we just saw
Hood: Our editors skip right through the signs in an act to get this show going as quickly as possible?
Smith: NO…the limo…there have been rumors swirling all day that a former champion and current Hall of Famer was in Key West…could that be the person?
Hood: Judging by the way the limo was leaning…it might be THREE people
Smith: You’re scaring me. Anyway…we have a ton of great in ring action tonight as Kira Phoenix makes her debut against the returning Tommy Crimson and Shootah.
Hood: Don’t forget about TIO’s inevitable pounding of John E Depth
Smith: Yep…we’ll also be heavily entertained by Week 3 of the Margarita Mix…people are beginning to separate themselves in those divisions
Hood: Yea, we’ve been preaching how EARLY it is for all the losers but, I mean, it’s week fucking three. Time to get yo shit together
Smith: Indeed…after that we’ll witness The Lockwood Party take on 8 Legged Freaks for a shot at Perfectly Marvelous and the OCW Tag Team Titles and then…THEN it’s the main event…a rematch with major implications
Hood: No doubt…Iggy HATES Carrington…it’s the age old brain versus brawn. If Carrington wins not only will he be the NEW Savage Champion…but I think he may end Iggy’s career
Smith: There have been rumors about Iggy Hardy in recent weeks…so that should be interesting. Nevertheless..it’s going to be a huge night…a hall of famer is making their return…the Mix moves on and the Savage Title is up for grabs…so, let’s not waste anymore time…let’s head down to the ring for the in-ring return of The Paradigm Champion!
The Incredible One (13-2) vs. John E. Depth (0-2)
~Depth is in the ring. He’s got an envelope of cash in his hand. He places it under the bottom buckle in his corner. He pulls out a bottle of pain killers and tosses a handful into his mouth, swallowing them recklessly~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California…John E. Depth!!!
~”Ten Thousand Fists” by Disturbed hits. The OCW Arena jumps to their feet! TIO emerges from behind the curtain. A loud “TIO!” chant fills the building. TIO stands atop the ramp, taking the tremendous ovation in. He mouths the word ‘wow’ as he’s certainly far from accustomed to this sort of reception. He sucks down a deep breath and heads down the ramp with the Paradigm Title over his shoulder. He marches up the steps, enters into the ring and holds the Paradigm Title in the air…the crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs…he is the OCW Paradigm Champion…The Incredible One!!!
~The ‘TIO’ chants fail to dissipate. They increase in volume. TIO hands his title to Belvedere, who exits the ring. Depth rolls his eyes at the positive reaction TIO is receiving. The word ‘sellout’ escapes his mustachioed mouth. The bell rings~
Smith: TIO’s first in-ring action since Stainless Steel Ride
Hood: The hell was Depth doing with all that money?
Smith: Perhaps compensation for an impending beatdown?
Hood: True…that would also explain the painkillers. Guy’s not an idiot…he knows he’s a whore
Smith: Indeed
~Depth steps up and extends the bottle of painkillers as some kind of peace offering. TIO looks down at the painkillers. He places his index and thumb finger on the cap and rotates the bottle around, revealing the label. It reads INFANTS’ TYLENOL. TIO’s head cocks back ever so slightly…he looks at Depth and asks “INFANTS’ TYLENOL” Depth shrugs. TIO slaps the bottle out of Depth’s hand and kicks him in the gut~
Smith: Uh oh
Hood: I guess TIO is a fan of the hard stuff
Smith: I’ve never taken a drug in my life, Hood…but even I would scoff at that bottle.
Hood: Extra Strength Tylenol?
Smith: Good heavens no! What are you trying to do, dope me up?
Hood: Geezus
~TIO hoists Depth up and drills him into the mat with This Damn Incredible!! The crowd goes wild!! Depth is out. TIO places his foot on Depth’s chest. Scruff slides in and makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…he is the OCW Paradigm Champion….THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!!!
Smith: Well, that was fast
Hood: Quickest match ever?
Smith: Are we removing Cancelled Matches?
Hood: Good call…I’ll say…yes
Smith: Well then, it may very well be the quickest match in OCW history.
Hood: I guess we’ve all learned our lesson. If you’re going to offer pain killers to a pro wrestler, make sure they are AT LEAST made for adults.
Smith: Haha, indeed!
~TIO is about to exit the ring. The fans chant his name..."TIO! TIO!" he lingers, enjoying the adulation~
Smith: Another impressive victory for The Incredible One.
Hood: And another loss for Depth. This guy sucks. He stinks as a porn director and is an even worse wrestler.
Smith: Would you say that he's.... Out of his Depth??
Hood:..... I have never felt such hatred for you as I do in this moment. The only thing that can cheer me up is when Matt Meyhu shows up.
Smith: How do you think TIO will react when Meyhu address the future of The Aptitude?
~Before Hood can answer, the lights go out. A moment passes before a giant Question Mark light appears in the middle of the ring, engulfing TIO. He looks confused, but the rest of the lights turn on and four hooded figures surround the ring. TIO holds his ground, ready for a fight. Suddenly, a familiar beat starts playing over the speakers~
Smith: What the....
Hood: Tell me this isn't happening..
~”I Think I’m a Clone Now” by Weird Al plays over the speakers as the figures just stand there. TIO doesn't know what to make of the situation. When the song gets to the chorus, all four hooded figures start dancing like the guy in Ted 2. After dancing for a few moments, the lights and the song cut out. Someone in the crowd shouts Thank God and people laugh. The lights come back on and the only sign of the figures is a Question Mark mask and a black hoodie left in the ring by TIO's feet. He picks them up as if contemplating them and carries the items backstage with him~
Smith: What could that mean, Hood?
Hood: Well the question mark is…or was associated with the Hooded Figure who turned out to be Mike Zybala…so my money is on it being Zybala
Smith: No kidding, Hood. I’m asking what his MESSAGE is
Hood: Oh, well, I don’t have a clue
Smith: Terrific analysis as always, Hood. Anyway…while TIO has to solve THAT riddle…let’s head backstage.
~Julliet Brooks enters the OCW arena with her luggage in hand. A huge smile forms on her face as the fans go wild in their seats once they see their favorite female superstar make her arrival. Since she wasn't competing tonight, she wasn't in her ring gear, but instead had on a beautiful sequin silver slit dress that flaunted her curves and sequin heels to match. She continued to walk forward into the building waving off some staff members that stood looking on the side then as soon as she was about to turn a corner she ran into Who're who had a microphone in hand~
Who're: Excuse me Miss Brooks.. may I have a word with you?
Julliet Brooks: Sure.
Who're: You aren't set to compete tonight, but rumor has it that you're here to keep a close eye on your former nemesis Chad Vargas' match. Is this true?
~She chuckles to herself, knowing how stupid the question sounded~
Julliet Brooks: I'm not sure what celebrity gossip you've been reading, but that's false information. As much as Chad would love it if I came out there to watch his match it ain't happening. I'm too invested in other talent to care.
Who're: What talent would that be?
Julliet Brooks: I won't comment on that one, but hey I'm sure eventually you'll be smart enough to figure that out.
Who're: Right. Well moving forward... last week you picked up a huge victory over Liam Lee Zua in what was known as the battle of epic proportions, so how did it feel to be on the receiving end of a win?
~She took in a breather for a moment then looked up at the ceiling and back towards her~
Julliet Brooks: It feels incredible. For a slight moment it felt like I slowly conquered the world, but at the same time I don't want to get too ahead of myself, because I know there are more challenges I've yet to face, and with the roster increasing, I know it's only going to become more difficult, and people will do anything to succeed. That is why I must be at the top of my game at all times. if I don't someone out there will steal my spotlight and claim it as their own and I'm not about to let that happen. Now run along dear I have champagne in my locker room that awaits me.
~Who're immediately follows her request and leaves as does Julliet except she goes the opposite direction. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: Brooks is in the house, Hood! Another one of OCW’s biggest stars
Hood: SHE gets champagne? What the fuck!
Smith: Do you actually like champagne?
Hood: No…but that’s not the point
Smith: That’s because there is NO point. Julliet is a major talent so she gets treated accordingly. I’m just wondering what she’ll be watching tonight…or rather, whom.
Hood: She’s got someone in mind and, let me tell you…I’m not much for religion, but I will be praying for that poor soul
Smith: You go ahead and do that…in the meantime I’ll be calling this next match…a triple threat featuring Tommy Crimson, Kira Phoenix and, well…
Hood: SHOOOOOOTAH
Smith: Yea, him…let’s head down to ringside
~Shootah is in the ring. There’s not much else to say about the guy at this point. He’s not excited…borderline scared…just hoping to survive~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is a Triple Threat contest scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring from Hollywood, California…Shootah!!
~”Broken” by Evanescence begins to play. The fans give a minimal response. They look toward the curtain with curiosity. Blue and Black flames dance no the OCWTron. Kira Phoenix emerges! The crowd watches…a few men in the crowd seem interested. Phoenix heads to the ring, ready to make her debut. She climbs the steps, enters through the ropes and is ready to begin~
Belvedere: Introducing next, from Richmond, Virginia…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 135lbs…Kira Phoenix!!!
~The arena lights go out. The opening guitar lick of Deftones "Engine No. 9" hits throughout. The crowd immediately reacts with boos throughout. Tommy Crimson struts across the stage to the roar. Fire blasts cross the stage in front of Crimson in a straight line. OCW fans react harshly as he begins his descent down the ramp. Crimson riles up the crowd even further with his harsh and obscene hand gestures. The crowd continues to boo as he walks up the steps and slips through the ropes. Crimson points at a little girl in the crowd and gives her the finger before climbing the turnbuckle. "I own this!" he screams~
Belvedere: And their opponent…from Detroit, Michigan…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 170lbs…Tommy Crimson!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: Well Hood…this seems like an opportunity for Kira Phoenix to make a pretty big name for herself in her debut
Hood: Yea, Shootah blows so he’s a non-factor…Crimson looked great last week…if Phoenix beats him, we might have a new star…plus, she’s kinda got that MILF thing working
Smith: She is a touch older than most of the women on our roster…but, hey, that might work in her favor…giving her that edge, experience wise
Hood: The new JADE SPRITZ
Smith: Ah, Jade Spritz…what might have been…
~Phoenix goes right after Shootah. Shootah’s eyes widen. We zoom in on his face as he yells “NOOOOOO!!!!” Phoenix LEAPS into the air and squashes Shootah into the corner with a Stinger Splash!! She goes off with forearms smashes into Shootah’s head. She backs up, motioning for Shootah to come her way…Shootah stumbles forward…Phoenix catches him and tosses Shootah over her head with a Release Belly to Belly Suplex! Shootah slams into the mat, sliding near Crimson’s feet~
Smith: Wow! Kira Phoenix off to a…pardon the pun…HOT start!
Hood: Which pun? Are you using hot to reference her name or her attractive features
Smith: So it’s a double pun?
Hood: A Double Enpundre!
~Crimson, having watched the flurry of offense from Phoenix, rushes forward…he nearly takes Kira’s head off with a lariat!!! Kira turns inside out, landing hard on the mat. She rolls for the ropes, sliding out underneath the bottom rope. Crimson turns his attention to Shootah…the crowd yells “OH SHIT”~
Smith: I think the fans have misidentified the wrestler in the ring…that’s Tommy Crimson NOT Lukas Emery!
Hood: I don’t think that’s why they said Oh Shit
Smith: No?
Hood: Fuck no. They think Crimson is going to straight murder Shootah
~Crimson grabs Shootah by his hair and stands him up. He positions him suggestively before lifting him up and driving him into the mat with a Pump Handle Slam. Crimson returns to his feet. The fans express their confusion~
Hood: What is he doing?!
Smith: Crimson may be a veteran but he’s somewhat of a novice in THIS era of OCW. He doesn’t realize Shootah can easily be pinned via any move…especially a pump handle slam.
Hood: No shit, he’s got the match won…pin him, Tommy!
Smith: If he takes too long Kira has the ability to get back into the ring and place the result in jeopardy
~Crimson seems surprised that Shootah hasn’t moved. He’s starting to learn just how weak a wrestler Shootah really is. Crimson shrugs and head toward the nearest corner. He calmly ascends to the top, looking to finish Shootah off with GodBooked. He reaches the top…something distracts him. He turns and sees Kira sliding into the ring. Phoenix runs his way…she jumps onto the middle rope and springs off with a dropkick into Crimson’s gut!! Tommy loses his balance and is crotched on the top buckle…he falls forward, hanging upside down in the corner, his back facing the ring~
Smith: Wow! What athleticism by Kira Phoenix!
Hood: Looks AND athleticism…that makes her a dangerous woman
Smith: Women really scare you, don’t they?
Hood: Only the ones with brains
~Kira throws some vicious kicks into Crimson’s exposed back. She then wraps her arms around Crimson’s waist, pulls him out of the corner and drops him into the mat with a Piledriver!! Kira goes for a quick, hopeful cover as Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Tommy Crimson kicks out…Kira Phoenix nearly derailed the OCW veteran!
Hood: I might say something about scrambling Tommy’s brains with that piledriver but we all know Tommy Crimson’s head has been damaged for a very long time
Smith: Now that’s not very nice
Hood: It suits him…it’s what makes him OCW’s wild man
~She stands, about to continue her deconstruction of Tommy Crimson. However, Shootah catches her eye. HE STILL HAS YET TO MOVE. Her brow furrows…she thinks for a moment~
Smith: Yes, Kira…in case you were wondering…he really is THAT BAD
Hood: Just get on top of him, Kira. Fucking guy won’t move
Smith: I think that’s what she’s beginning to realize
Hood: Why go through all the hard work when you’ve got Shootah on the mat?
Smith: Indeed!
~Phoenix notices Crimson beginning to rise. So, she hops over and gets on top of Shootah. Scruff slides in for the count. Crimson turns, watching…his eyes widen~
1!
2!
~Crimson YANKS Kira off of Shootah before Scruff can get to three~
Smith: Well, too little too late…Kira could have had the pin, but she underestimated Shootah’s level of, well, ineptitude
Hood: I love Shootah…I hope he never retires and/or dies in the ring during a match
Smith: I certainly agree with the latter
~Crimson has Kira around the waist, in the German Suplex position…she tries to crawl out of his grip. He lifts her up, she wraps her legs around his waist, locking the ankles. Crimson is unable to lift her up. He tries several times…his arms grow weak. Kira senses this…she unlocks her legs and whips them back around…the momentum sends her body away from Tommy’s…his grip loosens, she grabs his head and drops him with a Stunner!!! Crimson flops over onto his back~
Smith: What a move by Kira Phoenix!!
Hood: Damn, this bitch has talent
Smith: Again with the derogatory terminology
Hood: She did crotch Tommy across the top buckle…that’s pretty bitch worthy if you ask me
Smith: She’s simply doing what she must, Hood
~Kira is about to cover Crimson…but, she looks at Shootah…who has YET TO MOVE. She looks back at Crimson, who appears ripe for a pin. She decides to cover Crimson…Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Tommy Crimson kicks out!
Hood: Say what you want about the man, but he’s tough to keep down
Smith: Indeed
~Kira crawls over as fast as she can toward Shootah. She makes a desperate cover. Scruff stands, somewhat fatigued from all this counting. He slides in and makes another count~
1!
2!
NO!!
Smith: Tommy pulled her off just before three!
Hood: Indecisive woman…if she would have covered Shootah initially…she would have won. You see, Smith…this is why women shouldn’t be allowed NEAR the OCW Title
Smith: I wholeheartedly disagree
~Phoenix kicks Crimson away, angry that he ruined a win in her debut. She returns to her feet quicker than Crimson gets to his. She runs in…Crimson is leaning against the ropes. She clotheslines Crimson over the top rope!! He hangs onto the rope…his legs dangling near the ground. Kira takes her focus off Crimson, assuming he went all the way over. She runs back across the ring towards a corner, climbing to the top~
Smith: She’s got something on her mind
Hood: Probably the latest catalogue from Target
Smith: Oh be quiet!
Hood: What and murder this show’s entertainment value? NEVER
~Phoenix is near the top. Crimson SKINS THE CAT…he gets back into the ring and turns around, eyeing Phoenix. She reaches the top…Crimson sprints in…he runs directly at her corner…he sprints up the first two buckles before unleashing a knee into Kira’s face!!! It SMACKS with impact! Kira falls off the top all the way to the floor…her landing is nasty. Crimson remains standing on the middle buckle, having maintained great balance post impact. The crowd rises as Crimson looks around, realizing his situation~
Smith: Kira Phoenix is out! The match is Tommy’s for the taking
Hood: What a fucking knee…he just gave her impromptu rhinoplasty!
Smith: Let’s hope not…her face looked beautiful just the way it was
Hood: Ah, crushing on Kira I see
Smith: Not necessarily crushing…just admiring a pretty face
~Crimson reaches the top…he’s facing Shootah who HAS YET TO MOVE. Crimson leaps off and connects with GodBooked!!! The ring shivers from impact. Crimson covers Shootah as Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…TOMMY CRIMSON
Smith: Tommy Crimson with a hard fought win this evening as Kira Phoenix proved to be one heck of a competitor
Hood: Yea, she tested ole Tommy…but the fucker is on point.
Smith: Indeed…I’d imagine bigger things are on the imminent horizon for the former OCW Savage and United States Champion. As for Kira…she’ll get her opportunities in due time
Hood: Yep, another solid addition…and, I hate to say it…another fucking woman who could win gold in OCW
Smith: Welcome to 2017, Hood. While you get adjusted...I'm going to send us backstage
~The Eastern European sits behind his desk in his office, seemingly pretending to do work. Barry Man is Low opens the door and enters~
Barry Man is Low: Sir?
Eastern European: Barry Man is Low! I no idea you walk so slow. And look…no RC cola in your hand. This tragedy of the greeks!
Barry Man is Low: Mr. O’Connor and Mr. Cassidy are here to see you.
~EE looks irritated, but gives him a wave to allow them in. Barry Man is Low nods and pulls the door open. Treat Cassidy and Mack O’Connor both enter. EE gestures for them to sit. Mack and Treat glance at each other, then sit in the two chairs in front of EE’s desk~
Eastern European: O’Connor. Cassidy. I busy man. What you want?
Treat Cassidy: As I’m sure you’re aware, The Incredible One has given my client, Mack O’Connor, the choice of stipulations for their Paradigm Title match next Monday.
Eastern European: I aware. Man of Incredible One tell me this one day before today.
Treat Cassidy: Well, we are simply here to allow Mack to express that choice to you.
~EE looks at Mack, and gives him a “Well, out with it” expression. Mack looks annoyed and glances at Treat, who gives him a reassuring nod~
Mack O’Connor: Well… I guess you can say… Um… In the spirit…
~Mack looks at Treat again: Treat has obviously coached him through this. Treat gives him another nod. Mack continues to speak, but clearly the words have been fed to him~
Mack O’Connor: In the spirit of what the Paradigm Title stands for, I have decided to make the Paradigm Title match a…
~Mack looks at Treat once again, almost in a last ditch effort. Treat gives him another nod. Mack give sin~
Mack O’Connor: A Submission Match.
~Treat smiles. EE nods~
Eastern European: Yes, yes…you may submit match to me…go ahead…go on…
~Mack looks a little confused. He looks at Treat who returns in kind. It suddenly clicks for Cassidy~
Treat Cassidy: No, no…he means a SUBMISSION match. You know…
~Treat mimicks choking someone out. EE doesn’t quite get it. After awhile Treat feels kind silly and stops~
Treat Cassidy: Nevermind, just trust me, it’ll be great.
Eastern European: I already excited. Sound great to me this match of submission. Have you party submit me official match type later this week, okay? Okay!
~Everyone remains in the room, silent. Mack doesn’t quite feel as though the deal is done~
Mack O’Connor: Do I need to sign anything or…?
Eastern European: No. We sign when match submitted. See you later now, bye!
Treat Cassidy: Thank you, sir. Let’s go, Mack.
~Mack shrugs as he and Treat stand up and leave. EE goes back to his fake work. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: I really hope Welsh was rescued from Annie’s house over the week…I can’t take much more of this
Hood: You think that’s bad…a fucking SUBMISSION match…that’s like the second shittiest match EVER…right behind the damn bull rope match, of course
Smith: Of course…anyway…it appears as though Mack…a reluctant Mack, has decided that next week’s main event will be a Submission match. That should be interesting
Hood: I guess
Smith: I still can’t get over the fact the guy who runs this wrestling company doesn’t know what a Submission match is but, whatever…CLASSIC OCW, BABY
Hood: You damn right!
Smith: Anyway…it’s time to begin this week’s edition of MARGARITA MIX…so, let’s head down to ringside!
Margarita Mix
Bob Grenier (7-6) vs. Mark Storm (3-6)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following is a Margarita Mix contest 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~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York.. 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: Mark Storm really needs a win tonight. He’s gone beyond struggling…I’d say he’s reached desperation
Hood: Yea man, this drought is tough. Threatening all our crops
Smith: A drought, now?
Hood: Well, what else do you call it when it doesn’t rain?
~ “Smart Went Crazy” begins echoes throughout the arena and Bob Grenier makes his way out to a nice ovation. He mouths the words of the song to himself, about half way down the aisle he stops and looks up and throws both hands in the air in tribute to his deceased relatives. He looks directly into the OCW camera and then playfully turns it towards the audience before he slides under the bottom rope. The fans continue to cheer as he sits on the top turnbuckle silently awaiting the match to begin~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Timmins, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs…he is a former OCW Champion…Bob Grenier!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: Grenier suffered a tough loss last week…Storm, well, he’s been anything but threatening
Hood: So a chance for Grenier to snag a much needed win
Smith: Indeed…Grenier is the favorite tonight and, if he wins, he’ll move up to 2-1...but, that isn’t a given against Storm who has shown the ability to jump up and defeat the very best OCW has to offer
Hood: Fucking storm…comes out of nowhere!
~Storm and Grenier lock up in the center of the ring. No theatrics…no elongated sequence building to the match…just two men ready to go to war. Grenier hooks Storm in a side headlock. Storm shoots Grenier off to the ropes…Grenier bounces back. Storm throws a roundhouse kick. Grenier catches Storm’s leg, looking for a Capture Suplex. Storm leans in and head butts Grenier!! Bob lets Storm go and staggers back, into a corner. Storm rushes in, lifting a knee into Grenier’s face~
Smith: Mark Storm off to a solid start
Hood: Wind is picking up!
Smith: Oh no not again!
Hood: I’m just saying…it’s mother nature, Smith…what do you want me to do, ignore her fury?
~Storm secures Bob’s head under his arm. She sprints for the middle of the ring and drives Grenier face first into the mat with a bulldog. The fans are slow, at first…but eventually throw their full support behind Storm. Mark gets to his feet and fires up with the fans cheers providing some inspiration~
Smith: It’s tough to get behind a man who’s struggled as mightily as Mark Storm has
Hood: Yea but they are fans which means they are stupid and refuse to learn
Smith: That’s not true…we have extremely smart fans in OCW
Hood: Seriously? I think our fans are the dumbest wrestling fans on the planet
~Storm backs into a corner, hopping onto the middle buckle. He waits, patiently. Grenier gets to his feet and turns, facing Storm. Mark leaps off with a missile drop kick!! Grenier’s back slams into the mat. Mark crawls over for the cover, Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Kick out by the former OCW Champion
Hood: I felt a sprinkle…my gosh I felt a sprinkle!!
Smith: Well go get a darn umbrella
Hood: No way, umbrellas are for pussies
~Storm gets back to his feet. He pulls Grenier up and boots him in the stomach. He hooks Grenier for a Gut Wrench Suplex. Grenier blocks it. He throws a few elbows into Storm’s back. Storm’s grip weakens…Grenier wraps his arms around Storm and reverses the position. Grenier stands upright and he has Storm off the mat, facing the ground. Grenier drops Storm into the mat with an inverted Side Walk Slam!! Storm’s entire front side is smashed into the canvas. Bob smiles, proud over his innovation~
Smith: He’s been somewhat of a jerk lately…but I have to give the Canadian credit…that was a good move
Hood: Bob Grenier is the fucking man! Mister OCW, baby!
Smith: There are many men who could stake legitimate claim to that title
Hood: For me, right now…it’s Bob fucking Grenier
~Bob returns to his feet. He pulls Storm up…Storm throws a forearm into Bob’s chin. Bob staggers back. Storm leans into the ropes, he bounces off and throws a lariat at Grenier’s head…Bob ducks. He spins around, hooks Storm around the waist and drops him into the mat with a Snap German Suplex! The crowd pops for the rapid, unexpected motion of the move~
Smith: Great move by Bob Grenier…he’s one step ahead of Mark Storm at the moment
Hood: Sun is out, Smith. Looks like another sunny day in North Cuba
Smith: NORTH CUBA?
Hood: Alright, alright, Key West
~An act of instinct, Storm gets to his feet just as quickly as Bob. Bob throws an overreaching right hand across Storm’s head. Storm falls to one knee. Bob reaches out and grabs Storm by the shoulders, pulling him in close. He lifts Storm up. The fans know what’s about to come. Bob drives Storm into the mat with the Hollinger Park Hangman!!! Storm’s body flattens out, on its back. Grenier makes the cover~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….BOB GRENIER!!!!!
Smith: Bob Grenier wins! He moves to 2-1 in the Margarita Mix
Hood: Lopaka bouncing back!
Smith: That was a long time ago
Hood: These colors just bring back so many memories
Smith: Indeed…Mark Storm suffers another loss…again, one has to wonder…what is the point in keeping Storm in the Mix?
Hood: I don’t know, why don’t you ask the Eastern European?
Smith: I think you know why.
~Right after the win.. Bob celebrates over a fallen Mark Storm to a chorus of boo's. He exits the ring and makes it halfway up the ramp when he is joined by The Lockwood Party. All 3 of them exchange jaw with the crowd and exchange pleasantries with each other in celebration of Bob’s accomplishments. Mark Storm slowly makes his way to his feet and rests on the 2nd rope when Bob and The Lockwoods look like they have an idea. They watch Storm as he slowly crawls to his feet. The Mutiny stalks the ring and upon Bob's command The Lockwoods attack. Tim chop blocks Storm and at the same time Jack delivers a springboard clothesline from the top rope, sending Storm crashing to the mat. The Lockwood's begin to stom Storm. Bob enters the ring and they pick Storm up and whip him into Grenier who delivers an Alabama Slam. Grenier order's The Lockwood Party to pick up Storm and they oblige. They carry a dazed Storm to the back through the curtain~
Smith: Where are they taking him?
Hood: To the doctor? He’s been beat up quite often this month
Smith: I don’t think they are that philanthropic
Hood: True
Smith: Folks, I’m told we don’t have any cameras back there…so we can’t show you what’s taking place…as soon as we have an update, we will show you. In the meantime, our cameras are set up with 8 Legged Freaks who are preparing to face the dreaded Lockwood Party later on tonight…let’s head that way
~We cut backstage where AKB is standing next to Tony and Timmy Webb. Timmy is taping his hands while Tony is fiddling with his fanny pack. AKB has an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth…whatever professionalism looks like, this is the opposite of that~
AKB: Alright, I’m back here with two guys who, shockingly, have been laid a time or two. They have a #1 Contenders match for the Tag Titles later on…so…I figured, what the hell…this beats watching Who’Re make an ass out of herself. So, yea, here’s Tony the Spider
~Tony calmly removes his shades. His puffy eyes stare into the screen. He looks very serious. He opens his mouth~
Tony the Spider: HAHAHAHAHAHA –
~Before Tony can finish properly hyping his match he’s attacked from behind!! The perpetrator is a man in a Spider-Man outfit!! He knocks Tony to the ground with a steel chair! Timmy tries to retaliate but he’s drilled over the head, sending his strangely built body collapsing to the ground. Spider-Man hits them both multiple times with the steel chair until they quit moving. He then takes the fanny pack, remove it from Tony’s waist and crushes whatever is inside using the steel chair. The fans in the arena are heard booing. Spider-Man drops the chair and looks at AKB…his chest is heaving up and down from the energy exerted~
AKB: Whoa, Spider-Man…calm down. I don’t know if you realized this or not but your latest movie is like over 90% on Rotten Tomatoes…so there’s no need to be so hostile, bro
~Spider-Man reaches up, under the mask and rips it off his head to reveal…THE LOST SOUL!!! The crowd goes wild!! TLS and his painted face looks down at 8 Legged Freaks. He shakes his head with utmost disgust and disapproval and walks away without saying a word to AKB~
AKB: Holy shit! It looks like The Lost Soul is back…OCW just traded two freaks in for one! Back to you guys!
~We cut to Smith and Hood…they both appear shocked~
Smith: TLS is back, Hood! One of the greatest Ascension Champions in OCW history…he was so close to breaking through in 2015
Hood: No shit…he beat EVERYONE…we saw him on Survivor but, man, I didn’t think he’d actually return...this is fucking awesome!
Smith: Indeed…TLS is one of the greatest wrestlers of all time…he’s an instant threat to the main event. OCW just got a heck of a lot more interesting
Hood: So that’s who was in the limo…I have to say, TLS has put on some weight
Smith: NO! That was NOT the person in the limo…TLS, sadly, is not a Hall of Famer
Hood: Ohhh…damn, so the mystery remains…well, can we hurry up and solve it? I hate cliffhangers
Smith: In due time, Hood. In due time…for now, however, the Mix rolls on! Let’s head to the ring
Hood: WAIT!
Smith: Huh?
Hood: What about the tag match?
Smith: Oh, yea, that…I’ve just received word it’s been turned into a….CANCELLED MATCH
Hood: Bummer
Smith: The Lockwood Party, from what I’m being told, are going to receive the shot at PM on August 7th…so, there’s that
Hood: Gotta love the tag division…CLASSIC OCW, BABY
Smith: Indeed…NOW let’s head to ringside
Margarita Mix
“The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas (10-4) vs. PerZag (8-5)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following is a Margarita Mix match scheduled for one fall!
~The lights of the arena go out. All that is seen is a small glow of light from the entrance ramp. ‘Eye Of The Tiger’ by Survivor starts to play over the PA system. A hooded figure walks on to the entrance ramp. The lights come back on as the hooded figure stands still on the stage. The hooded figure walks down to the ring slowly. He gets into the ring and stands in the centre of it. He slowly removes the hood and the crowd gives a mixed reaction to him. 'Eye Of The Tiger' by Survivor stops playing as PerZag walks over to a corner in the ring and crouches down near it~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Benalla, Victoria, Australia…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 216lbs…he is a former OCW Champion…PerZag!!!
~The opening chords of Lynyrd Skynyd’s “Needle and the Spoon” controls the sound system as a voice over shouts ‘King Kong ain’t got shit on me!” as “The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas emerges onto the ramp, his arms raised in the air. He takes a few steps forward as orange, blue, and white pyros blast from behind him. Vargas turns, eyes wide as he smirks reveling in his entrance. He slowly struts down the aisle, mouthing obscenities to the crowd on his way by as they boo him. Once he reaches the ring, he slowly climbs up the steal steps and into the ring. Going to the furthest turnbuckle, he climbs up to the second rung, raises his arms in the air, still mouthing obscenities as he jumps down onto the mat, getting ready to lay down his opponent with his infamous country fried ass whoopin’~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Everclear County, Tennessee…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 245lbs…. he is a former OCW Champion…“The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: Week three of the Mix…Vargas enters this match at 2-0 whereas PerZag is a disappointing 0-2
Hood: Must win for PerZag?
Smith: I’d say no….it’s too early and Vargas is in the other division…however he does need to start winning
Hood: This would be a big one
Smith: Indeed…can never count the former OCW Champion out
~We notice Zag’s ribs with some athletic tape around them. They’re still slightly injured from his match one week earlier with O’Connor. Vargas notices them as well. He reaches for his own rib cage and feigns pain. Zag shakes his head. Vargas laughs, pointing at Zag. PerZag responds by bringing up Survivor. Chad’s eyes are filled with rage…he sprints toward Zag and leaps through the air! Zag moves and Vargas lands into the corner! Zag flips Vargas around and pummels him with lefts and rights…Chad is stuck in the corner, unable to escape~
Smith: OCW Survivor is a sore subject for Chad Vargas…if you watched last week’s show, you’d know why
Hood: Fucking guy was SCREWED
Smith: It’ll go down as an infamous moment in OCW history, for sure
Hood: Whoever wins should have a damn asterisk next to their name!
Smith: I wouldn’t go that far
~Zag finishes off with a huge right hand!! Vargas staggers out of the corner…he walks in a circle, turning around and facing Zag…PerZag sprints forward and clotheslines Vargas to the canvas!! The Confederate Icon rolls out of the ring, to the outside, catching his breath. The crowd is on their feet cheering PerZag on~
Smith: Well, the fans have made their choice…they want Zag to win this one
Hood: Typical American audience…HEY LET’S CHEER FOR THE LOSER
Smith: PerZag is NOT a loser
Hood: What’s his Mix record again?
Smith: Doesn’t make him a loser, Hood. He’s a future OCW Hall of Famer
~Vargas leans against the barricade, catching his breath. He turns, facing the ring…as he does, Zag comes flying through the ropes with a Suicide Dive!! He torpedoes right into Vargas, sending Chad’s back into the barricade! It hits hard!! He falls to the floor holding his back in pain. PerZag stands and grimaces, holding his ribs~
Smith: Not sure that was the wisest move given his injured ribs
Hood: Damnit, PerZag…think, man, THINK
Smith: It’s the heat of competition…the momentum of battle…not exactly the same atmosphere as an office cubicle
Hood: PerZag is no professor…Bradley Carrington wouldn’t have made such a short sighted, reckless decision
Smith: I’m not so sure about that…we might find out later tonight
~Zag fights through the pain and stomps Vargas in the gut. He pulls Vargas to his feet and throws him under the bottom rope, into the ring. Zag stands on the apron. Vargas lifts his leg up and kicks Zag in the ribs, through the middle and top rope! Zag reaches for his side and hops off the apron, gasping for air~
Smith: PerZag is clearly less than 100%...those ribs are in no condition to be exposed to any wrestler, let alone one the caliber of Chad Vargas
Hood: Hey, he knew what he was signing up for…now he’s got to deal with it
Smith: I can’t argue that
Hood: Even if all his ribs are broken and he can’t breathe, he MUST compete
Smith: Okay, now I might have a few arguments with that statement
~Vargas sits up and stands. He looks down at the obviously injured PerZag and smiles, knowing he’s got a clear advantage. He steps through the ropes, arrogantly. He stands upon the apron. Zag lunges forward and sweeps both of Chad’s legs! Chad lands roughly on the apron before rolling off…his body slamming onto the floor. PerZag stomps Chad while wincing with each kick~
Smith: Just because he’s wounded doesn’t mean he can’t strike
Hood: Nope, he’s got some fight in him for sure…but a few more shots to those ribs and I think he’s done
Smith: I’d agree…there’s no margin for error at this point. That suicide dive reopened or loosened whatever had started to heal
Hood: Sounds painful as fuck
~Zag yanks Chad to his feet and shoves him into the apron. The lower portion of Chad’s back jams into the edge of the apron. Zag leans a few rough shoulders into Chad’s abdomen, smashing his midsection while also inflicting more pain and damage to his lower back. PerZag then clotheslines Chad against the apron! Chad’s legs fly into the air as his back rises parallel to the ring. Zag catches Chad’s legs before they come down…he hooks his arms around Chad’s lower waist, lifts Chad up and powerbombs him into the apron!!! Chad reaches for his back, yelling in pain!! He hits the floor on the outside, kicking his legs~
Smith: A vicious assault on the lower back of Chad Vargas. PerZag is an animal
Hood: A sadistic kangaroo!
Smith: Do those exist?
Hood: Probably…I doubt sadism is esoteric
Smith: So you think there could be sadistic pug dogs?
Hood: Sure, why the hell not?
Smith: I refuse to believe such a notion.
~Zag yanks Chad to his feet by the hair and tosses him into the ring under the bottom rope. Zag hops onto the apron flat footed…after doing so, he leans toward the side of his injured ribs, wincing slightly. He leaps over the top rope, flips over and lands on top of Vargas with a Senton. PerZag clutches his ribs upon impact…he slowly crawls over Vargas and makes the cover~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Smith: He’s getting closer to the win…but at what cost?
Hood: I’m not sure how much new ribs cost
Smith: I wasn’t being literal…or well, not in a monetary sense
Hood: Yea, sure, whatever…I’m just curious to know how much a new set of ribs cost
~PerZag gets to his knees, holding his ribs. He displays a look of frustration. Vargas tries to get up, reaching over for the ropes as his aid. Zag stands and kicks Chad’s hands off the ropes. He drags Vargas toward the center of the ring by his legs. With both of Chad’s legs in his hands, he steps through for a Sharpshooter. Vargas tries to kick Zag away…Zag does everything he can to keep his injured ribs from absorbing one of the kicks. Vargas reaches up and snares Zag’s hair…he pulls him down and rolls him up in a Small Package. Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Smith: Chad Vargas nearly shocked PerZag with a pin there
Hood: You can’t keep a good redneck down, Smith
Smith: They are somewhat bellicose
~PerZag returns to his feet quickly. Vargas moves slower. Zag goes back after Vargas…Vargas, on one knee throws an uppercut thrust into Zag’s throat. The impact stuns PerZag. Chad gets to his feet…he places both knees into Zag’s injured ribs and falls to the mat with a Codebreaker into Zag’s ribs!! PerZag rolls around, clutching his ribs. The crowd groans, almost able to feel a portion of the pain~
Smith: Oh no!
Hood: Looks like PerZag might need to buy that new set of ribs
Smith: I don’t think that’s how it works
Hood: You mean there isn’t a Blue Book for body parts?
Smith: Not that I’ve seen…but then again, I don’t navigate the deep web
Hood: Deep Web? Tell me about this…deep web.
Smith: I’d rather not
~Chad returns to his feet and heads over to Zag…he kicks PerZag in the head, slowing his writing. He places his foot into Zag’s ribs and presses down with all his weight. Zag yells in pain. Vargas places his second foot into Zag’s ribs…he holds onto the top rope with his hands and bounces around, pressing his weight in a constant motion down onto the injured rib cage of PerZag~
Smith: PerZag could tap right here!
Hood: Vargas is saying FUCK YO RIBS
Smith: We’re seeing that ruthless side of Chad Vargas…the side that has accumulated so many awards and championships here in OCW
Hood: Fuckin love this guy!
~Vargas relents, stepping off Zag’s ribs. He pulls Zag to his feet and hoists him up in the bodyslam position. Vargas then drives Zag’s ribs across his knees once…twice…three times…a fourth time…a FIFTH time. Vargas is smiling, it’s almost like a light workout for the man. He does it again and again and again before finally dropping Zag to the mat. PerZag coughs up some blood…his insides appear to be bleeding~
Smith: This isn’t good for the former OCW Champion, PerZag…we may need to put a premature end to this match
Hood: I’m not sure you’ll have to do that…this one’s just about over anyway
Smith: Sad but true…PerZag had some momentum going but this injury appears to have stymied all of his positive force
Hood: Hey we all extend beyond our prime. PerZag may be over the hill
~Vargas yanks PerZag up…he pulls back on his golden, blonde hair. He yells “WEAK ASS OCW CHAMPION” right into his face. PerZag’s bottom lip is coated with internal blood. He then swiftly drops him to the mat with The Stroke!! PerZag is OUT. Vargas rolls him over and goes for the pin~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…. “THE CONFEDERATE ICON” CHAD VARGAS!!!!!
Smith: Chad Vargas moves to 3-0 in the Margarita Mix…meanwhile, PerZag drops to 0-3
Hood: And Australia weeps
Smith: How can PerZag continue with his ribs in that condition? They appear to be severely damaged, possibly broken…maybe SHATTERED
Hood: Shattered? What are they, made of glass?
Smith: I don’t think so…regardless, I wouldn’t be surprised if PerZag is removed from this competition.
Hood: Wouldn’t bother me…it’s called competition for a reason
Smith: That it is…now…hold on, wait a minute…I’m being told we’ve got footage of Grenier, The Lockwoods and Mark Storm! Let’s head backstage, quickly!
~The Lockwood Party and Bob Grenier are dragging Mark Storm through the backstage area. Bob is directing traffic the whole time~
Bob: You wanna waste my time? You stupid piece of shit.
~Bob punches Storm in the mouth twice. Storm begins to fight back valiently. Storm takes down Jack Lockwood and begins to deliver lefts and rights but he is outnumbered, Tim grabs storm and tosses him face first into a cement wall. Storm is dazed as all 3 of crash into Storm at the same time, capturing him in a violent moshpit. They begins to jump all over him~
Bob: Let's take this trash out where it belongs.
~The Lockwood Party pick up Storm again and they take him outside into the parking lot. Bob opens a dumpster and they proceed to toss Storm inside and close the lid. The camera pans in really close to Bob and The Lockwood Party~
Bob: Levi, I sincerely hope you see what it is that you are up against next week. I hope you see how deranged things are about to get around here. You're looking at the past, present and future of this goddamn fucking company. You don't appear to be the kool aid type so for that I'm going to break you in half. Bring your "A" game. Give me all it is you have Levi but I assure you it's not going to be enough because Bob Grenier makes this shit work. Get your ducks in a row Levi, I am going to dash any hope you have of earning an opportunity at my OCW Championship. Levi be warned, I'm going to hurt you. You're standing on the tracks son~
~As Bob and Jack exit Tim looks directly into the camera and does not say a word. He makes a throat cutting motion with his hand, presumably directed at Perfectly Marvelous. He leaves as OCW Camera's catch Mark Storm exiting the dumpster. We catch one final shot of Lurkin' Murray in the shadows before the camera cuts back to ringside~
Smith: LURKIN MURRAY!
Hood: HE LIVES
Smith: Sadly, Storm doesn’t appear so…well, lively
Hood: At least he crawled out
Smith: Indeed…if you fail, it is imperative you get back up. Bob isn’t messing around, though…he’s got his sights set on next week’s opponent, already…Levi Russow…another capricious individual
Hood: Bob isn’t a fan of this half assing bullshit…I’d imagine he’s got PAIN on the menu for Levi
Smith: Yea, well Levi still has to compete tonight and if he wins, he’ll move to 2-1 in the Mix…same as Bob and…ya know what…that match is next!
Mack O’Connor (15-2) vs. Levi Russow (4-2)
~”Vagabond” by the Greenskeepers hits, Mack O’Connor walks out on the stage then walks directly to the ring, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He slides into the ring and starts pacing in his corner. He doesn’t talk trash to his opponent but he makes sure to stare them down, letting them know he means business.
Belvedere: Introducing first… Hailing from Brooklyn, New York… MACKKKKKKK OOOOOOHHHHHH CONNNOOORRR!!
Smith: Mack will look to move on here tonight in the tournament.
Hood: No shit.
~We hear low violins hum and the beat swirling around it as we hear a stern Stan Lee DEMAND...~
"EXCELSIOR."
~As the music grows a fog wafts through the arena until the drums hit and we see weak blue and white lights in syncopation until two spotlights shine throughout the arena...~
LOVE!
The full power of "Miseria Cantare" by AFI hits as through the darkness like some great ravenous beast slinks Levi Russow up from the floor. Dark circles under his eyes gave way as he looks up into the ceiling and almost...beautifully waltzes with himself with his actions getting more vivid and more jagged with the growing intensity of the song when there...at the end...he kneels in the middle of the ring, glaring into the camera~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Manhattan, New York…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 210lbs…Levi Russow!!!
Hood: That entrance takes for-fucking-ever. I got in three games of candy crush waiting for him to get to the ring.
Smith: Put your phone away! We have a match to call. Jesus…
~The two men face each other down in the center of the ring. The referee rushes in to keep them apart long enough to explain the rules of the matchup. Mack gets right up in Levi’s face leading to an exchange. The referee decides to call for the bell rather than break them up. Mack nails Russow in the face with a sharp elbow! He then begins to strike with his fists. A big left then quick right already has Levi staggering~
Hood: Levi will not win this fist fighting with Mack! He needs a plan.
Smith: Levi is one of the finer wrestlers in all of OCW.
Hood: Tell Mack that.
~Levi suddenly ducks a right hook from Mack! He then wraps both of his arms around O’Connor and the ensuing belly to belly suplex shakes the entire ring. Mack is slow to get back to his feet while Levi is up already. Russow whips himself off the ropes then bounces toward Mack with a full head of steam. Mack suddenly jumps straight up in the air leading Levi to run underneath him. The miss causes Levi to bounce off the ropes on the opposite side. Then on the return O’Connor nearly turns him inside out with a brutal clothesline! The crowd loses it when Mack hooks Levi’s left leg~
Hood: ONE!
Smith: KICKOUT!
~Mack hits the mat with disgust. Levi quickly leaps back to his feet in a single bound. He twirls then smacks O’Connor in the side of the skull with a wicked Pele kick! Mack falls forward in a heap~
Smith: Levi has got it going on now!
~Mack shakes his head and slowly gets back to his feet. Levi begins to circle Mack watching his every move. Russow strikes with Muay Thai Kicks! The sharp kicks lead O’Connor to begin playing defense. He attempts to block them with little success. Levi works him into the corner before he begins using his fists. Mack gets caught with a mean uppercut! O’Connor falls to a sitting position in the corner. Levi lines up for a running boot. He takes off toward Mack looking to put his boot through O’Connor’s face. Mack rolls out of the ring at the last possible second! This causes Russow to get one leg caught in the ropes in the corner. Mack snatches the leg and swings it as hard as he can at the ringpost! Levi yelps in pain as O’Connor continues to smash the tangled leg into the ring post~
Smith: OUCH! That has to hurt.
Hood: Mack is having a hell of a time with Levi’s pace.
Smith: Shots like that will slow him down for sure.
Hood: Yup.
~Mack releases Levi’s leg causing him to fall back flat on the mat. O’Connor slides back in the ring and quickly applies a figure four leglock! The move shocks both Smith and Hood~
Hood: Mack is using a submission hold! I can’t believe it.
Smith: He’s working those legs to slow him down.
~Mack and Levi end up in the center of the ring legs locked. Russow thrashes about attempting to break the hold with no success. The referee comes in close to watch for a tap. Mack begins to bang his head backwards of the mat while applying even more pressure to the legs of his opponent. Levi leans up as far as he can trying in vain to hit O’Connor in the face. A wide swing misses and Russow falls back flat on the mat. He shakes his head and hits both hands on the mat. Levi uses his upper body strength to attempt to flip Mack over. O’Conner’s extra pounds causes this feat to be more difficult than Levi thought before. O’Connor continues to put as much stress on Levi’s legs as he possibly can~
Hood: Will he tap!?
Smith: He just might.
~The referee raises Levi’s arm once then drops it. Levi does not move whatsoever. The referee then lifts the same arm again then drops it again. Nothing. The referee takes hold of Levi’s for the third and final time. He drops it again and just before it hits the mat, Levi comes to life! He leans up as far as he possibly can and bitch slaps Mack across the face! O’Connor is shocked even further when Levi turns both men over. Russow then reverses the figure four putting all the pressure on Mack now~
Smith: What a counter! Now Mack is in trouble.
Hood: O’CONNOR IS OLD SCHOOL!
~Mack pulls himself to the ropes! O’Connor snatches the bottom one leading the referee to break the hold. Mack sighs in relief as Levi makes it back to his feet. He begins to limp a bit from the damage done to both legs. Russow shakes it off the best he can then does a standing moonsault! Levi lands across the back of O’Connor with all his weight! All the air in Mack’s lungs escape as Levi rolls him over and hooks a leg~
Hood: ONE!
Smith: TWO!
Hood: KICKOUT BY O’CONNOR! The Iceman is looking for a fucking fight here tonight.
Smith: You got that right. Both of these men want to move on in the Margarita Mix!
~Levi stands back up after the near pin fall. He continues to limp a bit. Russow suddenly whips himself into the ropes then back at O’Connor! Mack ducks which causes Levi to fly past him. Russow stops dead in his tracks at the ropes. He slides through the ropes quickly then hops up on the top rope. He walks along the top rope in an incredible display of balance before O’Connor can turn. Mack turns around to catch a flying forearm to the face! O’Connor nearly bounces out of the ring from the shot! The crowd boos Russow but he doesn’t care one bit. He rushes to the turnbuckle closest to Mack and leaps up in a single bound. Levi rubs his left leg before he jumps off. The slight delay allows O’Connor to move out of the way! Russow lands on his feet but injures his legs even further with the miss. Levi hits one knee due to the pain and Mack pounces on the opportunity! O’Connor catches Russow with a huge running knee! Mack’s knee smacks off the side of Levi’s face with such force it snaps his nose~
Hood: He just broke Levi’s fucking nose!
Smith: I heard the crack from here. It’s broke.
~O’Connor mocks Russow. Levi uses both his hands and sets his nose himself with a sudden jerk, Mack winces when Levi sets it straight. Russow breaths in heavy and out then charges at Mack! He lowers head for a tackle and is caught with a snap DDT! O’Connor hooks Levi’s left leg~
Smith: ONE!
Hood: Foot on the rope! Look!
~Hood points at Levi’s left leg that is now on top of the bottom rope. The referee breaks the pin. Levi wipes his face on the mat with a bit of blood from his injured nose. Russow reacts quickly when he notices out of the corner of his eye, Mack coming up from behind him. Levi shifts his feet then spins. He catches Mack with a devastating spinning heel kick! Hood breaks down the footage to show a slow motion replay~
Hood: Look at the impact of that kick, man. He got him right on the kisser, Smith.
Smith: In slow motion the impact is amplified immensely.
Hood: Whatever. He just got fucked up. Now Russow goes for the pin!
Crowd: BOOOOOO!
Smith: ONE!
Hood: TWO!
Smith: KICK OUT! OH MY GAWD! Levi almost had him.
~Levi gets back to his feet limping slightly from the abuse his legs endured earlier. Mack rolls around on the mat still down from the devastating spinning wheel kick. Russow rushes to the closest corner. He hops up on the top turnbuckle. The crowd lights up the arena with camera flashes as Levi takes flight. The corkscrew moonsault hits O’Connor in spectacular fashion. Russow hooks a leg for a pin~
Hood: ONE!
Smith: TWO!
Hood: KICKOUT BY O’Connor.
~Russow gets frustrated by the kickout. He hits both his open palms against the mat with real force to show his frustration. O’Connor rolls out of the ring and sits up beside the ring steps. Levi argues the count with the referee. He gets right up in his face about the count~
Hood: He better watch it. He will get disqualified.
Smith: He’s mad.
~Mack comes out of nowhere beside the ring and grabs both of Levi’s heels. O’Connor pulls Russow closer to the ropes then quickly hops up on the apron. He then pulls down on the back of Levi’s neck, bouncing his throat of the ropes with real force. The quick shot sends Russow back to the mat. O’Connor follows up with an elbow drop across Levi’s throat~
Smith: Levi can’t breathe!
Hood: Yes he can. You do it, Levi!
~Russow holds his throat from the brutal shot. O’Connor pulls himself back to his feet using the ropes. He then goes for another quick elbow drop but Russow quickly rolls out of the way. Mack misses and stoves up his left arm. He holds it on the mat while Levi recovers in the corner~
Smith: These two men have tried to kill each other here tonight.
Hood: Why do you think I come to work everyday?
~Levi walks over to him. He then stands over O’Connor and goes for a standing moonsault but Mack counters by raising both his knees. Levi rolls out of the ring after the counter. Both men are down while the crowd goes crazy~
Hood: Get up, LEVI!
Smith: Do not play favorites in this one, Hood. These men have both brought the pain.
~Mack stands up slowly. He uses the middle rope then the top rope to keep his balance long enough to stand. The referee begins his count on Levi. Russow rolls back in the ring at a count of three. Mack catches his breath in the corner while The Iceman slowly does the same. Both men stand in a corner facing away from each other. They each turn around then charge~
Smith: They’ve hit the reset button…after all that’s gone on we’re back to square one
Hood: I don’t know about that…they appear more sweaty than when the match began
Smith: Okay, sure, I’ll give you that
Hood: And Mack’s hair looks a little disheveled
Smith: Mack doesn’t have any hair!
Hood: I was talking about his eyebrows. They are all messed up
Smith: Whatever
~Mack goes for a clothesline. Levi ducks. Levi runs into the corner and kicks off the middle buckle, turning around. He sprints back at Mack. He leaps into the air for a bulldog…Mack feels Levi’s hand reaching for the back of his head so he shoves him off…Levi flies forward. He lands on the middle rope and springboards off, spinning around in midair. Mack is prepared…he catches Levi on the way down with Hollow Point!!! Levi’s body straightens up and falls back into the ropes…it ricochets off. Mack catches Levi on the rebound and drills him into the center of the ring with Claymore!!! Mack goes for the pin…Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….MACK O’CONNOR!!!!!
Smith: Mack continues his epic winning streak in OCW. The man just can’t be stopped
Hood: I bet a severe stomach flu would stop him
Smith: Gross. As for Levi…well, a tough loss that could send him off the rails
Hood: He’s already off the rails…dude is loonier than….than…DAFFY DUCK
Smith: Poor Daffy
Hood: Yep, could never emerge out of Donald’s shadow which ultimately drove him toward insanity
Smith: Indeed…
YOUR HATE!
YOUR!
FAITH LOST!
YOU!
ARE NOW!
ONE!
ONE OF US!
~The arena is calm. The fans cheer and wait for another match when the lights go out~
Hood: Uh-Oh. We have lost power.
~The big screen comes to life. A snowy screen fades into what looks like an old VHS tape starting to play. “Play” appears in the right corner just before the snowy screen turns blue. A fuzzy figure comes into focus. Tommy Crimson sits in a folding chair facing the shot. The crowd begins to boos wildly but then quiets down a tad to hear him out~
Smith: The Fury is now live. I think.
Crimson: Conspiracy theories should be on Info Wars exclusively. I find myself in the middle of an OCW conspiracy however. The sheep will all bahh and go on like nothing is happening. Well this time it happened where the entire world could see. I know you think I will just go away but that’s not how I play. So you better nut up if you want to go mindfuck for mindfuck with yours truly.
~Fire shoots in every direction behind Crimson. The fire illuminates Tommy completely showing dried blood on his face~
Crimson: You are playing with fire, OCW. I want my talent on full display here so I can pick a fight with a legend or all of them. Fuck it! These fans don’t know what they want these days. I do. Romero may have died yesterday but his legacy is all around us. Zombies don’t bite these days. They just stare into screens all day long hoping for a like or a share. Likes and shares drive society now. You all worry about shit that just does not matter. I want to set all your safe spaces on fire. Then as you run out, I want to catch you in the yard then beat the living shit out of you. Can you hashtag pain? We’ll see.
~Crimson kicks the camera completely over. He then hovers above it as fuzzy snow engulf the edges of the video. Tommy looks down at the camera~
Crimson: You so called wrestlers in the back make me sick. You boyfriends and girlfriends can all eat a full bag of dicks. I hope you enjoy choking down cock as much as I hate watching you shoot a promo. The only good thing I noticed about your craft is the ending. The part where I don’t have to watch and listen anymore. All you punk ass bitches better get ready! I am going to beat all of you one at a time. That proverbial ladder you all are climbing is about to get shook the fuck up. Someone at the bottom is shaking it as he leaps over the weak one by one for a straight shot at the promise land. The top is where I am headed and I’ll hurt anyone and everyone in this place to achieve that. You just don’t got it like I got it.
~Tommy grins down at the camera. He then bends down on the ground on all fours to get right up in the camera~
Crimson: I am coming for all of you. OCW can’t handle what they just don’t understand. I am about to push the envelope to the max. I want you all to follow me into the unknown so we can change this business. Don’t be afraid. I Got You.
~Crimson then yanks the camera off the stand and holds it up to his face. The snowy picture comes into focus again finally. Tommy walks around while holding the camera at himself~
Crimson: The dirt and grit of this business got lost along the way. I was molded in that madness and it formed me into the star I am today. You all lost your ambition somewhere along the way. You are content with weak showings week in and week out. That is unacceptable to The Fury and I fully intend to change all of that. The weak won’t survive in The Era of Crimson.
~Tommy takes the VHS tape out of the camera. He then shatters the camera against the closest wall to him. He takes a sharpie from his pocket. Crimson marks over “Masters of the Universe” on the tape. Above that he simply writes, “Era of Crimson”. We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: A taped message from Tommy Crimson. He was victorious earlier this evening…he obviously felt confident heading into tonight and, well, who can blame him. The man appears on a mission to ascend higher in OCW than ever before
Hood: He’s focused, that’s for fucking sure
Smith: I’m anxious to see what’s in store for OCW’s most unpredictable star…a title shot? A gigantic feud? You just get the feeling Crimson is about to get involved in something spectacular
Hood: That’s because he always has…the man is non stop entertainment…I can’t WAIT to see where this goes
Smith: Indeed…well, it’s time for another Mix match as friends collide…Josie continues to struggle, emotionally with the Mix…first Lukas, now Madyson
Hood: Boo-fucking-hoo
Smith: Heartless man…let’s head to ringside
Margarita Mix
Josie Barnes (7-4) vs. Madyson Carter (2-2)
~”At My Best “ by Machine Gun Kelly ft. Hailee Steinfeld hits. Madyson Carter steps out from the curtain~
Hood: HERE COMES MADYSON!
Belvedere: Introducing First… Hailing from Miami, Florida…standing five feet tall and weighing in at 105lbs…Madyson Carter!!!
~Madyson walks down the ramp. She works the crowd with every step. Carter walks up the steps then slides through the ropes~
Smith: Madyson is ready!
~”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 anxiety in her face. She’s got a HUGE task in front of her. She sets down the ramp and doesn’t exert any wasted energy. She rolls in under the bottom rope and pops to her feet in the center of the ring~
Hood: The winner of this match will move on in the Margarita Mix!
Smith: These two women have made quite the impression in this tournament thus far.
Belvedere: And her opponent…. She hails from Lilly, Georgia but resides in Key West… JoooooSssssssiiiieeee Barnes!
~Josie and Madyson both launch towards each other. They begin fighting before the bell causing the referee to step in and break the two up! They continue to swat at each other around the sides of the ref~
Smith: These two want to get ahold of each other!
Hood: They both came to fight! LET’S DO THIS, REF!
~The referee calls for the bell and both women pounce at each other. The fight is on before the echo of the bell can even escape the building. Barnes uses big elbow shots in order to work Carter into the corner. Josie then executes a knee shot to the gut of Madyson in order to bring her down in the corner. She then begins to stomp Carter over and over with lethal accuracy~
Smith: Josie has Mady down in the corner now!
~Carter rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. She hits the floor and tries to catch her bearings. Barnes has none of this and gives chase. In a single bound, Josie hops up on the top rope then bounces off elbow first at Madyson! Carter shifts her feet then counters quickly with a standing missile drop kick! She catches Barnes right on the jaw leading both women to end up flat on the floor outside of the ring~
Hood: Both women are down!
Smith: They are going at it! Carter is back to her feet first. She will look to take control here.
~Madyson gets back to her feet holding her stomach. The stomps from Barnes in the corner still linger in the form of two cracked ribs. The referee begins his count as Carter uses Barnes hair to stand her up. Madyson then rolls Josie in the ring and follows close behind. Carter rolls Josie on into the ring then situates her just right. Madyson then heads for the corner and uses the middle rope to bounce up on the top rope. She lines herself up then dives off the top turnbuckle! The crowd pops as Madyson is illuminated by camera flashes in mid air. The picture perfect moonsault is countered by Josie lifting up both her knees while still flat on her back! Madyson hits both of her injured ribs across the shins of Barnes, leading Carter to writhe in pain after the brutal impact~
Smith: What a counter! Josie goes for a quick pin!
Hood: ONE!
Smith: Kickout!
~Madyson kicks out then tries to roll out of the ring. Before she can do so, Josie chases her down. She rolls Carter over then sits on her chest. Barnes begins raining fists down on Madyson in the center of the ring! Carter tries in vain to escape but Josie continues to hammer her with lefts and rights~
Hood: These two ladies both want to move on in the Margarita Mix!
Smith: Josie begins to choke Madyson!
~Barnes reaches down with both hands then wraps them both around Madyson’s throat. Josie then chokes her ignoring the referee. Josie will not release the choke even after the ref begins his count! When he gets to four she releases the choke then gets up dusting off her kneecaps in frustration. The referee rushes in to check on Carter~
Smith: Josie just ignored the referee until the last possible second. This crowd is starting to turn on her.
Hood: She will be just fine.
~Barnes rushes at Carter as soon as the referee is out of the way. Josie goes for a running knee but Madyson dives over her knee snatching Josie’s hair while in mid air! She uses her grip on Barnes hair and forward momentum to slam Josie back on the mat with force! The crowd begins to cheer as Carter starts to feel it. Barnes slides out of the ring and wanders back up the ramp. Madyson follows up by hitting the ropes behind her then flinging herself towards Josie! Barnes is holding her back on the outside when she notices Madyson fly head first over the top rope in a dangerous suicide dive! Before Josie can counter, Carter hits Josie with her full weight then both women bounce off the unforgiving steel ramp! Both women are now down on the outside of the ring leading the referee to begin his count~
Hood: Did you see that!?! Carter is putting it all on the line here tonight!
Smith: Josie may be out!
~The referee continues his count as Carter stumbles back to her feet. She continues to hold her ribs. Madyson makes her way back to the ring then rolls in to break the count. Josie rolls onto her back exposing her forehead bleeding. The stitches she received from her match last week have all but one give way. The cut oozes blood down the side of her face. Carter uses the bottom and middle turnbuckle to climb up to the very top! Josie does not move after rolling onto her back. Madyson works the crowd just before she dives off. Carter aims herself at Josey then takes flight again. Barnes leaps to her feet suddenly! She catches Madyson out of the air then uses Carter's own momentum to carry her around into a body slam on the steel ramp~
Crowd: This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome!
Smith: WOW! Josie just snatched Carter out of the air in an amazing show of strength!
Hood: That body slam took everything though, Smith. Josie is now bleeding from the injury she sustained last week.
Smith: These ladies need to get this fight back in the ring! The referee’s count has reached four!
~Josie wobbles towards the ring in a daze. Madyson is yet to move when Barnes slides in the ring to break the referee’s count. Josie wipes the blood from her face then makes her way back towards Madyson. She looks at the steel ramp and suddenly realizes Carter intended to injury her with that high flying display. Barnes grins as a streak of blood wanders down her left jaw~
Smith: What is she thinking?
Hood: I think Barnes just realized what Carter was trying to do!
Smith: Oh no.
~The referee begins his count again while the two women are still on the outside of the ring. Josie grapples Madyson back to her feet then whips her back towards the ring. Carter hits the apron ribs first then crashes to the ground in a ball of pain. The two ribs she cracked earlier burn with even more intense pain now. Barnes gives chase but Madyson pulls herself up on the apron. Josie flies by her and rolls underneath the bottom rope. The referee stops his count while Barnes climbs up on the top rope. Madyson uses the bottom and middle ropes to pull herself back to her feet while still on the apron. Josie quickly dives off the top turnbuckle just as Madyson gets back up! Barnes catches Carter with a crowd pleasing diving DDT! Carters head bounces off the apron while Josie lands on the outside. The crowd erupts after the amazing aerial display~
Hood: She may have just killed that poor bitch, Smith! Did you see the way her head hit that apron? This one is over.
Smith: Not just yet.
~Barnes gets back in the ring slow but snatches hold of Madyson’s left arm. She uses it to drag Carter to the center of the ring. Josie with the pin~
Smith: ONE!
Hood: TWO!
Smith: KickOUT!
Hood: Madyson kicks out at the last possible second and completely shocks Josie Barnes in doing so!
~Barnes mouth is gaped wide open from shock. Madyson rolls over and slowly gets to one knee. She wipes the blood from her now busted lip. A small drop of blood falls from her lip then to the mat. Josie snarls at her as they lock up in the center of the ring. The two women spin around until Carter gets the upper hand with a kick to Josie’s gut! The shot causes Barnes to bend over. Madyson then grabs the back of her head and brings Josie to the mat with a facebuster out of nowhere! The crowd cheers as Madyson hooks Barnes left leg in a pin~
Hood: ONE!
Smith: TWO!!!!
Hood: Kick Out by Josie Barnes!
~Barnes kicks out with all she has left. Madyson follows up quickly by flipping Josie over to her stomach. Then Carter grabs hold of Josie’s right ankle. She uses it first to drag her to the center of the ring. Then she torques it with all she has. The ankle hold causes Barnes to thrash around in pure desperation~
Smith: Madyson has her ankle lock locked in!
Hood: There is nowhere for Josie to go!
Smith: She may tap here.
~Josie continues to reach out in any direction for any rope. She thrashes about while Carter continues to twist her ankle with malice intent. Barnes suddenly shifts her body around then uses her free leg to kick Madyson back when facing her. Carter falls back then bounces off the ropes. Madyson then flies forward from the bounce and Josie trips her. Carter falls face first on the mat and Barnes jumps on her back. Josie grabs one of Madyson’s legs then applies her version of the stepover toehold facelock! The counter riles up the crowd and now Carter is the one in trouble~
Hood: Josie with a big time counter, Again! She continues to impress here tonight, Smith.
Smith: She can counter almost anything and Madyson knows that now better than anyone.
~Barnes wiggles her head about as she pulls back on Carter’s head. She screams for her to tap but Madyson refuses! Carter uses her free leg to kick at the bottom rope. She slightly feels it on the tip of her big toe after a wild swat. The referee is watching for a tap out of position so Madyson has to scoot herself back using all that she has left. The slight backwards motion enables her to nab the rope with her foot slightly. The referee rushes in to break the hold but Josie continues to pull back on Carter's face. Finally the referee breaks the hold and Carter is free. Josie kicks her in the rib cage causing Madyson to squeal in pain.
Smith: Josie is stalking Madyson.
~Barnes leans down to get ahold of Carter but is rolled up suddenly in a pin instead~
Hood: One!
Smith: TWO!
~Josie kicks at a count of two and a half! Madyson grins at Barnes as the two women stand up for a staredown. Josie wipes the small stream blood from her forehead while Carter protects her injured ribs like a wounded animal. The women charge at each and tie up in the center of the ring. They begin to swap blows back and forth~
Smith: Here we go…an old fashioned brawl!
Hood: Old fashioned? That’s two broads in there, man! This is more like a new aged brawl
Smith: Fine, whatever terminology you wish to use…the point is the gloves have come off and these women are laying it all on the line!
Hood: But they weren’t wearing gloves
Smith: NOT LITERALLY
~Carter lifts a knee into Josie’s face. Josie falls into the corner. Madyson rushes in and hoists Josie onto the top buckle. She positions Josie’s legs on the outside of the ropes. Carter takes a few steps back and rushes in…she jumps into the air…Josie reaches out, she grabs Carter by the back of the head and slams her into the top buckle, face first!! Carter’s head snaps back and she slams to the mat. Josie stands…the crowd rises with anticipation. She leaps off and lands on top of Carter with Fighter’s End!! The crowd erupts with cheers. Josie covers Madyson and Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….JOSIE BARNES!!!!!
Smith: Josie wins! A much needed win…her first victory in quite some time. It moves her to 1-2…she remains in the MIX
Hood: Why does the hot one always lose? Damnit, I was pulling for Madyson
Smith: It is unfortunate…she now falls to 0-3. That is going to be an extremely tough position to crawl out of
Hood: No fucking shit and unlike Storm and PerZag…she’s actually trying!
Smith: Yea, it’s heart breaking. Hopefully she sticks it out and continues to improve…we all like Madyson around here…stay tough, Carter!
Hood: Failure is merely a painful tool for improvement
Smith: Indeed…
~The camera pans up a bit in the arena where several people are leaving and heading toward the concession area. The screen switches to the concession area where fans are gathering around a line for buying hot dogs. As the camera makes its way through the crowd there is a giant man wearing a black jacket in the line with the fans waiting for their hot dogs. The fans start cheering for the man and telling each other that it is The Big Bifford~
Fan: Bifford! You comin' back man?
~Bifford looks over at the fan and smiles and laughs a bit~
Bifford: No, I'm too old to wrestle.. but I'm here to support the man that I've been a big fan of all these years...
~Bifford pulls his jacket off and hands it to a man in a chef's jacket that appears to be with him. Under the jacket, Bifford is wearing a Tommy Crimson t-shirt~
Bifford: Of all the great wrestlers I've known throughout the years, none compare with Tommy Crimson. I'm here to support Tommy Crimson as the #1 contender for the OCW Championship.
~The crowd reacts slightly negatively hearing that~
Bifford: I've been in the ring with many greats in my life.. Triple M, Triple P, Lurrr, The Great One, Dangerous Dan, Andy Murray, all of those guys.. but none of them compare to Tommy Crimson. Crimson was amazing... he'd like... light himself on fire and do an elbow drop or something like that. It was amazing.
Fan: Nobody likes him! Fight one more match!
Bifford: You want ME to fight Tommy Crimson? I'd never win. I'm old and out of shape....
Fan: You've always been old and out of shape!
Bifford: That is true...
~Bifford looks like he's pondering this for a moment and he reaches the front of the line~
Bifford: I'll take three hot dogs, please...
Attendant: We're all out of hot dogs.
~Bifford turns away from the counter and looks at the sea of fans before him~
Bifford: For fuck's sakes... what sort of world is this? NO HOT DOGS?
~Raising his fist, Bifford shakes it angrily in the air. The fans begin chanting "ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!" at him~
Bifford: For the sake of all of you.. and to avenge my hot dog-less anger... I shall consider it. Tommy... Crimson... Flamer.. My ol' buddy, my ol' pal.. I don't want to fight you. I don't want to have a hardcore match with you.. no cages, no weapons, no gasoline cans... I'm old, I'm beaten down... I probably can't do this anymore. But let's do it, buddy. One last time: Tommy Crimson vs. The Big Bifford on Monday Night Massacre. If I manage to win... well.. maybe I'll wrestle a few more matches. If I lose, then I'll begin the CAMPAIGN FOR CRIMSON and I'll be at every OCW Show protesting and advocating for you, Tommy Crimson, to be given a shot at the belt that's alluded you all of your life... the OCW World Championship.
~The fans react in a mixed fashion, not quite sure of what to make of this. Bifford grabs ahold of his Crimson t-shirt and begins trying to rip it off ala Hulk Hogan, but he can't get it to start. After a few moments he's out of breath and seems pretty tired. The fans still cheer, amused by his antics~
Bifford (out of breath): Hey you, nerd...
~Pointing at a fan wearing glasses Bifford calls him over~
Bifford: I can't be doing jumping pile drivers anymore... the Biff End is retired... I need a low impact finishing move that I can do without much work..
Nerd: How about a sleeper?
Bifford: THE BIFFORD SLEEPER... my new finisher.. yes. This shall work. Let's see...
~Bifford slowly maneuvers around behind the nerdy fan, who looks pretty nervous. Wrapping his arms around the fan's neck and head he applies a sleeper hold. The fan passes out almost immediately and Bifford releases the hold, letting the fan fall to the cold hard ground with a thud~
Bifford: That'll do... that'll do nicely...
~Nodding as he looks at the camera, Bifford seems satisfied as the scene changes to the announce table~
Smith: IT’S BIFFORD!
Hood: YES, YES, FUCK YES!
Smith: I thought he’d only return for Dan or Freak…turns out he’s going to face CRIMSON
Hood: WHAT a match…a match made in heavenly hell!
Smith: Uhh, sure…is it next week? When is this match?
Hood: I’m not sure…but next week seems a little fucking soon..I’d think OCW might want to hype this shit up first
Smith: You never know…but this is huge news…THAT’S who was in the limo, Hood
Hood: Makes sense…Bifford knows how to test the back of those limousines
Smith: Indeed he does…what about his sleeper?
Hood: Given the girth of this fucking arms, I’d say that’s the deadliest move in history
Smith: You might be right…well everyone, Bifford is BACK. He’s got a match with Crimson and, well, after that…who knows. That is MOMENTOUS news…and I’d like to expound further…but we’ve got a show to finish…so let’s get to the fifth and final Mix match of the night…CJ takes on the undefeated Lukas Emery
Margarita Mix
“The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell (18-2) vs. Lukas Emery (6-0)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following is a Margarita Mix contest scheduled for one fall!
~The lights in the arena go out, leaving it in total darkness as “Bartholomew” by The Silent Comedy begins to play over the sound system.) “Oh my God, please help me. Knee deep in the river trying to get clean. He says wash your hands, get out the stains. But ya best believe boy there’s hell to pay. Yeah ya best believe boy there’s hell to payyy!” (The guitar comes in, as a spotlight illuminates on and off the stage, and Lukas Emery slowly makes his way out onto the stage, wearing his black tank top and blue jeans.) Announcer: Now making his way to the ring, from Cardiff, Wales, now residing in London, England, Lukas Emery! (The spotlight follows as Emery continues to make his way to the ring, bouncing and singing to the music a little bit. He makes his way to ringside and takes the steps up to the ring before stepping in. Once in the ring, he slowly turns around, looking at his surroundings, before he awaits his opponent~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from London, England…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 205lbs…he is the current holder of the Oh Shit Contract…Lukas Emery!!!
~”Kings Never Die” by Eminem hits. CJ O’Donnell appears from behind the curtain…he doesn’t waste any time. He’s got his eyes on Emery. Lukas motions for CJ to get down to the ring. CJ obliges, sprinting down the ramp. Belvedere hurries to get CJ’s intro out of the way~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs… “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!!!!
~Belvedere hurriedly exits the ring. The bell sounds as CJ slides in under the bottom rope. He pops to his feet and begins brawling with Lukas~
Smith: These two aren’t wasting ANY time
Hood: I’m sure Lukas isn’t a fan of CJ after the Josie stuff
Smith: Ah, yes…glad you remember
Hood: Who could forget Josie always stalking CJ, trying to sleep with him…rumor has it offered to break up with Lukas earlier today if CJ would finally say yes to a date
Smith: I don’t believe a word of that!
~CJ slides into the ring…Emery gives him the opportunity to stand…CJ does and the two wrestlers throw down. They bell barely has enough time to sound before CJ and Lukas are trading punches. The crowd is on their feet, cheering the brawl on~
Smith: Tempers have exploded! These two are determined to tear one another apart!
Hood: We’re gonna see how good this Lukas guy is…CJ’s one of the best we’ve got
Smith: Indeed…huge test for Lukas Emery…let’s just hope emotion doesn’t cloud his judgment too much
Hood: Fuckin women
~Lukas gains the upper hand, most likely due to his advantage in size. CJ, sensing he’s losing the battle, performs a dropkick into Emery’s leg! Lukas staggers back, reaching for his leg. He bends over…CJ throws a kick, right into Emery’s face! Lukas shoots into the corner. CJ kips up and runs at Lukas…he drivers Lukas deeper into the corner with a spear. CJ stands upright and slaps Lukas across the face…an act which draws a ton of boos from the fans~
Smith: After a quick beginning from two bellicose individuals it seems as though CJ has emerged the front runner
Hood: Is that really some sort of surprise? CJ has been front running since he joined this company
Smith: True…but there’s no telling how good Lukas Emery can be in OCW…he’s been successful in just about every venture
Hood: But he’s yet to face someone like CJ one on one
Smith: You’re not wrong
~CJ snares Lukas by his hair and drags him toward the center of the ring. He hooks Emery’s head and drops him with a swift DDT. Emery’s face drives into the mat…he remains face down. CJ returns to his feet…he kicks Lukas onto his back and then walks over Lukas by placing his foot into Emery’s stomach and pushing off. Emery curls up, grimacing in pain~
Smith: CJ is so arrogant…it’s really hard to watch
Hood: Alice Knight is hard to watch. CJ O’Donnell is a delight!
Smith: I firmly disagree
Hood: That’s because you have terrible taste. You probably like the food at Chilis, don’t you?
Smith: No comment
~CJ reaches the corner. He hops onto the middle rope and waits, impatiently, for Lukas to return to his feet. Lukas does. CJ leaps off, looking for a knee into Emery’s head. Lukas drops to the mat! CJ misses, but lands on his feet. He sprints toward the ropes. Emery returns to his feet and turns around…CJ bounces off the ropes and leaps at Emery…it looks like he’s going for Irish Knowledge but is unable to get his knee up…the distance is too short. Emery catches CJ in midair; avoiding any sort of impact…he twists CJ around and drops him into the mat with a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam!! The move breathes some life back into the crowd who was dejected at the prospect of the hated CJ O’Donnell breezing through Lukas Emery~
Smith: A much needed move on the party of Lukas…but he’s got a long way to go
Hood: Whoever CJ’s doctor is, that man needs a raise
Smith: Why do you say that?
Hood: His knee is ALWAYS in great shape despite the mileage
Smith: That is a good point
~Lukas rubs his head for a moment, shaking off the initial damage. He runs into the ropes, springboards off the middle rope and flies through the air with a moonsault. He lands on CJ but doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he kneels and unleashes a flurry of right hands into CJ’s face. The crowd goes wild with “LU-KAS!” chants~
Smith: Emery is letting CJ know exactly how he feels!
Hood: I’d be careful if I were Lukas…CJ O’Donnell is NOT the type of enemy you want to make
Smith: I don’t think he cares
Hood: That’s unfortunate…some people just can’t help but make bad life decisions
~Emery returns to his feet, fired up. He backs into a corner. CJ stands…Emery rushes in and leaps through the air with his version of Irish Knowledge!! CJ flips over, landing on his head…his legs dangle near his ears. Lukas straightens him out and goes for the pin. The crowd jump up and down counting along with Scruff~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Lukas tried to defeat CJ with his own finishing move!
Hood: That arrogant prick!
Smith: I think you’ve got the competitors mixed up, Hood
Hood: Nothing is more arrogant than using your opponents finishing move…NOTHING…well, except maybe eating chips straight out of the bag.
~Lukas remains undaunted. He snares CJ by the head and pulls him to his feet. He whips CJ into the ropes…CJ hits hard. Lukas charges in with a clothesline. CJ’s legs kick up into the air as a result of the impact. Emery grabs hold of CJ’s legs and hooks them under his arms…he yanks CJ out of the corner and begins to perform a Cesaro Spin. CJ places his forearms around his head, attempting to prevent as much dizziness as possible~
Smith: I know this move looks goofy…but it will seriously disorient an opponent. It is highly effective
Hood: Looks like looney tunes shit to me
Smith: That’s only because you’ve never experienced it
Hood: Have you?
Smith: Some memories are best left buried, Hood
Hood: Damn, I didn’t know the move was THAT traumatic
~Lukas slows in his spinning. He hoists CJ up, by the legs and drops him with a Spinebuster!! The crowd roars with approval. Lukas pops to his feet…he staggers a bit, shaking his head. He leans against the ropes, regaining his equilibrium~
Smith: A move SO impactful it harms both men
Hood: Well then it’s a stupid fucking move
Smith: It appears to have subdued one of OCW’s most dangerous competitors…so how stupid could it be?
Hood: I don’t know…but if Lukas pukes, then I’m going to forever label it a…WEAK ASS MOVE
~CJ tries to sit up, but falls to his side. He’s WAY disoriented. Lukas straightens up and blinks a few times, ironing out his vision. He walks, slowly toward CJ and pulls him up. He whips CJ toward the corner. CJ stumbles and falls…his head slams into the middle buckle. He remains there, with his head and chest propped against the second buckle. Emery charges in and delivers a Bronco Buster onto the back of CJ’s head and neck!!! The crowd pops! Emery backs off and drags CJ into the center of the ring…he flips CJ over and goes for a cover~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: A near fall for Lukas Emery…
Hood: Did CJ lose his legs mid match? If so, what a tragedy!
Smith: He was just dizzy, Hood. If he had lost the use of his legs I doubt he would have been able to kick out
Hood: Fuck off
~Lukas returns to his feet…he grabs CJ and tries to hook him for Light of Emery. CJ knows what’s coming…he wiggles free and stands. CJ runs for the ropes. Lukas turns around, CJ bounces off and flies through the air with Irish Knowledge! Emery ducks!! CJ lands on one knee. Lukas turns around and grabs CJ by the hair…CJ leaps into the air with a back flip…he kicks Emery in the face with a Pele Kick!!! Lukas staggers toward the ropes, releasing his grip on CJ’s hair…he falls through the ropes, onto the apron~
Smith: Great Pele Kick by CJ!
Hood: He’s great with those kicks
Smith: Yea, he must have acquired those educated feet while playing…
Hood: DON’T FUCKING SAY IT. CJ is my favorite wrestler…if I find out he even set FOOT on a soccer field, it will diminish him greatly in my eyes.
~CJ returns to his feet and heads Emery’s way. Lukas is on his hands and knees. CJ throws a kick through the ropes, into his midsection. Emery holds onto the ropes to keep from falling to the floor. CJ lifts Emery to his feet and knees him in the gut. He grabs hold of Emery’s head and brings him back into the ring with a suplex! Lukas hits the mat hard~
Smith: A reminder that CJ is more than a guy who flies around and kicks…he’s also got as strong a core as anyone in OCW
Hood: Guy is pure muscle, Smith. I heard he hasn’t had ice cream in 40 years
Smith: Due to the fact CJ is under 40 years old, I find that fact somewhat unbelievable
Hood: Nah man, it’s totally true. I mean we KNOW for a fact he hadn’t enjoyed ice cream before he was born so…ya know
Smith: This topic is stupid. Let’s move on
~Lukas rises to his knees. CJ is standing. O’Donnell hovers over Lukas, looking down at him with disdain. CJ throws a kick into Emery’s chest. It finds its mark. He repeats the kick again and again. Sweat flies off of Emery’s chest with each impact. CJ continues to kick Emery. Emery is reeling…the fans are grimacing. Finally, Lukas fires up and yells at CJ to kick him again. CJ obliges with several rapid kicks into his chest. Lukas wobbles side to side…he’s almost out. He lifts his arms up and motions for CJ to ‘bring it on’. CJ throws a roundhouse kick into Emery’s head!! Lukas falls over, face down. CJ rolls Lukas onto his back and goes for the pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Smith: He kicked out! I can’t believe it!
Hood: CJ kicked the soul right out of Lukas…if he had one
Smith: I’m sure Lukas has a soul, Hood
Hood: I don’t know, he is from that place where all the people with bad teeth and funny accents live
Smith: Rude
~CJ pulls Lukas up. He positions him in the center of the ring…we are fully aware of what his machinations are. CJ backs into a corner and sprints toward Lukas. Lukas spins around and greets CJ with a ROARING ELBOW!! CJ turns inside out!! He lands on his back, lifeless. Lukas falls on top of CJ with the pin…Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
SHOULDER UP
Smith: CJ O’Donnell nearly…NEARLY lost to Lukas Emery…what an effort by both men...this is about as even as it gets
Hood: Emery is the Oh Shit contract holder…I wouldn’t want to be the man who gets cashed in on
Smith: Indeed…he’s dangerous enough in an even match up…I’d imagine he’d be near unbeatable during a ‘cash in’ situation
~Emery returns to his feet. He’s got CJ where he wants him. He tears CJ off the mat and hooks him for Light of Emery. CJ lifts his knee, drilling it into Emery’s back. He delivers a few more. Lukas’ grip weakens. CJ pushes off the canvas with one leg and knees Lukas in the back of the head with the other! Lukas lets CJ go. CJ stands upright and sprints for the ropes…Lukas turns around. As he does, he’s met with IRISH KNOWLEDGE!! Lukas slams to the mat…CJ crawls over, covering Lukas…Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings..the fans boo~
Belvedere: Here is your winner… “THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!
Smith: He won AGAIN…I’m beside myself
Hood: No you’re not, I still only see one Smith
Smith: Stop it. You know what I mean…the guy just keeps winning. I hate it
Hood: Well what do you know, huh? He’s just THAT DAMN GOOD
Smith: Apparently so…he could win the Mix…heck, he could be OCW Champion sooner rather than later…CJ O’Donnell is that good
Hood: He’s the best, man…THE BEST. But I’m not gonna shit all over Lukas, either. Guy is legit.
Smith: Indeed…he lost a tough one…he almost upset the #1 ranked contender in OCW. A little more seasoning and I think he could win the rematch
Hood: Yea, I’d agree with that
Smith: Anyway, let’s head to some taped footage
~We cut to taped footage from earlier in the week. Barry Man is Low, OCW officials and the Key West Police Department are all located outside Annie’s residence. A light is shining brightly at an attic window which has been busted out. We see a gagged and bound Welsh in the attic. He appears to have lost a few pounds. Barry has a megaphone in his hands. Jack Puffer is nowhere to be found…we’re guessing once they realized Welsh really WAS there, they brought in the competent people~
Barry Man is Low: We cannot give you OCW back, I’m sorry!
~Welsh wiggles around, angrily. A voice yells back…it’s loud, commanding and…familiar~
Voice: Well fuck you then, sucka! You ain’t gettin Welsh back!
Barry Man is Low: Fine! We’ll just storm in there and take him back!
~Police head toward the front door. The loud voice yells back~
Voice: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE, SUCKA. Geez.
~Everyone waits…it’s obvious the man in the attic doesn’t have much leverage~
Voice: Aight…I got an idea. Since this current OCW sucks! I know I can do better. So just give me the rights to the name…that’s it, then I’ll let this chump sucka here go.
~Barry pulls his phone out. He dials a number and enters into a conversation. The name on the screen reads BUFFET. He nods and responds~
Barry Man is Low: Sorry, no deal. Online Championship Wrestling is Buffet’s and Buffet’s only
Voice: MOTHER FUCKER
~Another tense moment of silence. The police move in~
Voice: Wait!!! Okay, my final offer! You give me the right to use the initials OCW…that’s it.
~We overhear a voice whispering into his ear~
Voice: OH! And Annie doesn’t get blamed for any of this shit
~Barry speaks into his phone. His brow furrows…he nods~
Barry Man is Low: DEAL!
~A small ovation emerges from the attic window. The front door opens a few moments later as Annie steps out along with former OCW President Dean!! Dean struts proudly toward a hummer down the street. Annie is standing next to the passenger’s door. Barry whistles using his two fingers…Key West police swarm and take Dean down~
Former President Dean: What the hell?!
Barry Man is Low: Sorry Dean…you’ve got the initials…but you said nothing about dismissing charges. You can’t just abduct people and not face legal action…geez…what do you think this is, anyway?
Former President Dean: Get your hands off me! I will NOT go to prison!
Barry Man is Low: I guess that depends on one person…Marcus!
~Welsh is being helped from the house. Medics are ushering him to a nearby ambulance. He looks Barry’s way~
Barry Man is Low: Are you going to press charges on Dean for abducting you and making you watch Scott Syren footage 24/7?
Marcus Welsh: Yes
~Barry shrugs at Dean and motions for the cops to take him away. As Dean is hauled to the back of a cop car he yells at Annie~
Former President Dean: Yo! My spare keys are under the hood! Also, remember my vision…get it started…I’ll be back, Annie. Call Emilio ASAP.
~Dean, realizing he’s being filmed and ALWAYS the opportunist when it comes to free publicity looks at the camera and yells~
Former President Dean: OUTSIDERS CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING, SUCKAS! SIGN UPS AT EMILIO’S BACKYARD! TAPINGS BEGIN ON AUGUST 1ST!
~Dean is shoved into the back of a cop car and the feed is abruptly ended. We focus back on Smith and Hood~
Smith: What the heck was that?
Hood: DEAN! Man…how the mighty have fallen…abducting our GM and all he got in return was the ability to use three letters
Smith: He’s done more with less…sadly, I don’t think he ever pulled off anything of note while behind bars
Hood: True…Buffet did have him imprisoned once before…in Mexico and, well, he came back from that
Smith: Yea but this is AMERICAN law. A little tougher to circumvent
Hood: Ugh…oh well, I guess Annie will run his new little Backyard fed
Smith: I don’t think we should mention it…let’s just move on…
The OCW cameras cut to in the ring where on-site General Manager, the Eastern European, is standing in the middle of the ring with a smile on his face~
EE: Yes, hello Key West, I am out in middle of ring because important matters must be addressed. To do so, first I need OCW Champion with me. So please, welcome, OCW Champion, Matt Meyhu!
~“Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West consumes the OCW Arena as the crowd boos for the top OCW wrestler, “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu. He comes out onto the stage with a smirk on his face, posing with the title around his waist. He struts down the ramp and rolls into the ring, shaking the hand of the Eastern European~
EE: Thank you Matt who is Marvel for joining me.
Matt Meyhu: Of course, EE, your presence is a pleasure. And may I just quickly state, I’d like to thank all of my fans for coming out in droves here tonight to see me. Your continued support is always appreciated!
~The crowd instantly boos the words of Meyhu as he simply smiles and winks to them~
EE: Yes, that is nice. But, business must come down! Mister Marvel, in three weeks time on August the 7th, you will be defending the OCW Championship on Massacre, yes.
Matt Meyhu: Really? Is that really necessary? I already have to defend my title at Serial Thrillers when the Margarita Mix is over… isn’t that enough? Besides… all my fans here would hate to see me have to defend my title so soon after I rightfully won it at Stainless Steel Ride.
EE: Champion must defend title every five weeks, Mr. Welsh says so. So, I thought we could discuss, together, who should fight you for the title.
Matt Meyhu: I am very grateful you brought this up, Mr. European, and I think my wonderful fans would agree that the person who should get the honor of facing me… the Marvel Matt Meyhu is…
~Meyhu stops for a moment to use his hand for a “drum roll” as the OCW production team starts a drum sound effect over the speaker. This excites the Eastern European as he goes along with it~
Matt Meyhu: …RICKY VALDEZ! Come on down, Ricky!... Where’s he at? Anybody know? Not around? Well, it looks to me like there’s nobody deserving around here, so we might as well just wait until—
~Meyhu goes to finish his sentence but is interrupted by “Ten Thousand Fists” by Disturbed blasting out of the OCW speakers. The crowd explodes and jumps to their feet as OCW Paradigm Champion the Incredible One comes out to the stage with his hands in the air, amping up the fans in attendance. Meyhu looks cross as he begins to point at TIO, making his way down the ramp, and arguing with the EE. TIO rolls into the ring, bypasses EE and goes face-to-face with Meyhu as the crowd stirs due to the tension between the two men. TIO smiles as he goes to get a mic but is quickly interrupted by Meyhu~
Matt Meyhu: TIO… or should I say… Ian… what are you doing out here? Don’t you have a title of your own to defend next week that you need to get ready for? Just go back, I don’t even want to hear it! You had your chance for this title, you lost it to me, and now you can go defend a petty title like the Paradigm title because petty people only deserve petty things. Now get out of my ring!
~The crowd boos heavily as TIO’s eyes widen, sarcastically, as he plays with the mic in his hand. He smirks, looking at the crowd, before turning his attention back to Meyhu~
TIO: Quick on the defense, Meyhu. If I didn’t know better… you went on the defense so quickly because maybe… you’re scared of me?
~Cheers explode from the crowd as EE goes to address TIO’s presence but TIO cuts him off~
TIO: Save it, EE. Yes, I know, I had the chance to be OCW Champion at Stainless Steel Ride, and yes I came up short… and to that I say, so? People around here have gotten chances for titles with less on their resume and I’m here to explain to you why I should get a second crack at that title… the OCW Championship, and I will start with a number… 155.
Matt Meyhu: Congratulations, you know a big number. I don’t think that qualifies you for the OCW Championship.
TIO: That’s 155 days as your reigning and defending OCW Paradigm Champion. If you look through the record books of OCW title reigns, I doubt you are going to find many who come close to me, and maybe only a few who exceed me. That’s right, I am the longest reigning current champion in OCW. When OCW re-opened back in January, when everyone was originally fighting to be the first champions to represent their titles, I was there, winning the Paradigm Championship… and now we’re in the middle of summer, and I am STILL the OCW Paradigm Champion.
~Meyhu doesn’t look impressed as he laughs and stares at EE, who does look impressed, as Meyhu’s expression quickly fades~
TIO: Not only that, but in case you forgot already Matt, but I was just inducted into the OCW Hall of Fame, by my peers. They elected me over a great group of people to go into the hall of the best of the best in OCW, something you don’t have. And to put the cherry on top, if you recall, I was almost over that damn fence back in Louisiana but a certain former OCW president stopped me my tracks. If it wasn’t for him… I think it would be you defending the Savage Championship against Carrington tonight and me standing there with EE.
Matt Meyhu: EE, do you hear this gibberish? You can’t be contemplating this?
~EE stands there, scratching his chin as the crowd chants for the match to happen. He stares at both champions in the ring~
EE: Sorry Marvel who is Matt, but he makes strong case! In three weeks, Meyhu will defend OCW Championship against One who is—
~Before EE can finish making the announcement, “Kings Never Die” by Eminem starts as the crowd immediately boos the interruption. EE, Meyhu and TIO look up the ramp as “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell emerges from the back, with a microphone in hand, as O’Donnell’s presence marks the first time the original Aptitude members were in the same place since their dissolution at Stainless Steel Ride. CJ is still in his wrestling gear, recovering from his match against Lukas. O’Donnell calls for his music to fade as he speaks walking down the ramp~
CJ O’Donnell: I’ll tell you something, I actually agree with Matt. TIO, you had your chance, and you blew it. You may have an impressive title reign right now, but you should focus on that title, and not the title you failed to gain. If anything, you need to go to the back of the line.
~The crowd boos as O’Donnell climbs up the steps and into the ring~
CJ O’Donnell: EE, if anyone deserves a shot at the title, it is the Iron Man of OCW. If anyone deserves to be OCW Champion, it is me. These two take weeks off at a time, to rest their frail bodies while I come out to entertain the masses every week while amassing my impressive win column. I have the most wins of anyone in OCW right now, more than OCW Champion Meyhu. And let’s not all forget that I lost my OCW Tag Team title, the one I successfully won and then lost it because these two failed to beat Perfectly Marvelous, oh, and Ian you lost TWICE that night. Simply put EE, no one wants to see Matt Meyhu vs. TIO II… they want to see the first match of Matt Meyhu vs. CJ O’Donnell. And when I destroy you Meyhu, the work horse of OCW, the Iron Man of OCW, will be exactly where he deserves to be… at the top.
~O’Donnell lowers the mic as the crowd boos, as all three men look at EE in anticipation~
EE: OK, lots of pressure… yikes, OK. Give me moment.
~EE stands in the ring pondering to himself as all three men yell at EE, trying to plead their cases. EE finally has had it and leaves the ring, without an answer. He gets to the top of the stage and turns around, staring back down at the three men~
EE: On August 7th, Meyhu will defend the OCW Championship against… BOTH men. Matt Meyhu vs. CJ O’Donnell vs. the Incredible One for the OCW Championship!
~The crowd explodes in cheers as EE leaves the stage, while Meyhu, O’Donnell and TIO all stare at each other in the ring as the camera cuts to ringside~
Smith: What an announcement! The Aptitude members will face EACH OTHER for the OCW Title…this might be the biggest match in OCW history!
Hood: Might be? It is!
Smith: Well let’s not jump the gun on that just yet…tons of great matches in this company’s rich vault of history…but this has a chance to rank right up there
Hood: A stable that dominated for six months straight…they won almost every title in this company, save the Ascension Championship…and now, they go to war over the OCW Title
Smith: The arrogantly dominant Matt Meyhu…the vicious, loud mouthed CJ O’Donnell and the OCW veteran, reborn hall of famer, The Incredible One…it has the makings for a classic
Hood: Fuck yes!
Smith: Well folks, the fans are still buzzing over this historic announcement and, I mean…basically everything that’s happened tonight. This has been a hugely impactful show…but we’ve saved the best for last.
Hood: No doubt...and here I thought it'd be a mundane, mid July episode of Massacre...boy was I wrong!
Smith: Well folks, our Main Event is moments away. And, I’ve been handed a document saying that from now on all Savage Championship matches will be…FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE.
Hood: About fucking time!
Smith: Congratulations, Hood…your complaining has continue to turn this place into a circus.
Hood: Any time, pal!
Smith: Anyway, I’m being told Bradley Carrington is backstage with Who’Re. Let’s head to the back and see what final words Mr. Carrington has before he attempts to defeat Iggy for the second time
~Backstage, Bradley Carrington is standing next to Who’Re. Autumn has her arms folded, not a HUGE fan of the backstage interviewer or her suggestive name. Carrington is toting his autobiography "Being the Best at Everything, the Bradley Carrington Story". He’s open to a specific page and is…attempting to teach Who’Re how to read. Who’Re’s face is a mixture of bored and offended~
Bradley Carrington: Ah, now here’s a good lesson. It’s spelled ‘there’ because it’s referencing placement or position…it can also be used in that form to provide comfort or call someone’s attention. It’s commonly confused with ‘their’ or ‘they’re’ which are completely different. ‘They’re’ is simply ‘they’ and ‘are’ joined together to form a contraction. ‘Their’ is a determiner…it’s associated with the people or things previously mentioned or easily identified. It can also be used in titles.
~Who’Re looks on the verge of suicide. Autumn tries to interrupt Bradley, but he plows ahead~
Bradley Carrington: Ah! Here’s a good one…effect and affect. So many people get these two confused…now, the difference between the two is simple. Affect is…
Voice: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Bradley Carrington: Excuse me, but I’m in the middle…
~Carrington stops speaking when he turns around to find IGGY HARDY standing behind him. Hardy sprints forward and kicks Bradley in the face with a Big Boot!!! Carrington falls to the cement floor in the back, hitting hard. Autumn screams for help. Iggy stares at her…his body shakes. She frowns and scurries off, looking for security. Who’Re smiles. Iggy gives her a firm slap on the ass. He SCREAMS and stomps on Carrington. Who’Re exits, realizing this situation is far from safe~
Smith: Iggy Hardy has just attacked Bradley Carrington!
Hood: Can you blame him? Holy shit that was the most boring promo ever
Smith: I found it highly informative
Hood: I like Carrington but, man…who fucking cares…that’s what spell check is for!
Smith: Anyway…I’m being told that the match is officially underway!
Hood: What? Are you serious? They are straight up SCREWING Carrington! He wasn’t ready
Smith: Savage Title, Hood…Savage rules. Always have to be aware
OCW Savage Championship
Iggy Hardy © (11-4) vs. “Professor” Bradley Carrington (7-2)
~Iggy and Bradley are located right outside the gorilla position. There’s not much in the way of furniture or other obtrusive items. Just a long walk way lined by the black, gorilla fabric on one side and a firm, brick wall on the other. The wall is coated with that thick paint designed to keep people from scratching their skin during an accidental encounter. The ground is, of course, smoothed cement. Iggy picks Carrington up and grabs him by the throat…he thrust Carrington into the wall! Carrington’s shoulder blades SLAM into the brick as he slides down, a bit…bending slightly at the knees and hunching forward. Iggy jumps up with a knee into Carrington’s face! It connects! Bradley’s head shoots back…the back of it smacks into the wall…he falls to the mat~
Smith: Carrington might be out!
Hood: Oh shit…why the head? Does Iggy want to dumb the rest of the world down?
Smith: Iggy’s just fighting, Hood. It’s what champions do.
Hood: Fuckin hell
~Iggy gets on top of Carrington for a pin. There isn’t any ref in sight. We can hear the crowd in the arena, through the gorilla position yell and scream. Iggy slaps his hands three times against the cement. He keeps slapping~
Smith: Eight….nine…ten
Hood: Good thing you can count because Iggy apparently can’t…he has no idea how many equal three
Smith: Yes he does, he’s just proving a point
Hood: Yea, like Iggy proves points. He just does things, man
~Iggy continues slapping his hand against the cement. FINALLY Scruff bursts through the gorilla position and into view. He drops to his knees and makes the official count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!!
Smith: Carrington with the kick out!
Hood: He truly IS the greatest man that ever lived!
Smith: Iggy had him down for nearly thirty seconds, Hood.
Hood: Not my fault Iggy doesn’t MIND HIS SURROUNDINGS
Smith: Batman Begins?
Hood: Yep, watched it this morning
~Iggy grabs Scruff by the collar of his old, dirty ref shirt. He lifts Scruff off the ground and screams in his face. Scruff laments the fact this is NO DQ. Iggy drops Scruff to the ground…Scruff lands relatively safely. Iggy focuses his attention back onto Bradley. The Savage Title is around Iggy’s waist, by the way. Carrington is on all fours, trying to get up. Iggy removes the belt and begins to whip Carrington across the back with it. The giant, leather strap irritates the skin around Carrington’s back. He falls onto the concrete with three, giant red marks forming. He reaches back, feeling around the afflicted areas~
Smith: This is attempted decimation…Iggy remembers losing to Bradley and he is determined to not let that happen again
Hood: Yea, Iggy took that loss to Carrington hard. So hard, in fact, that he allegedly SHOT another man
Smith: Iggy definitely became unhinged after Carrington beat him for a Paradigm Title shot against Mack O’Connor
Hood: I disagree…Iggy’s always unhinged. That week he was something worse…murderous, maybe? Enraged? He was angrier than Meryl Streep ringside at an MMA event
Smith: I’m not sure he was THAT angry, Hood
~Iggy pulls Carrington to his feet and hoists him into the air, over his head. The belt is on the ground, next to Iggy’s feet. Iggy faces the gorilla position and the THROWS Carrington recklessly into the black sheet covering whatever goes on in there. Carrington tears through the sheet and lands with a loud thud followed by several clangs and clutters. Iggy grabs his belt and drags it along as he heads into the gorilla position. Scruff stands back, keeping a safe distance while ready to count a potential pin fall. The fans inside the arena are chanting for Iggy~
Smith: Terribly thoughtless, careless move by Iggy Hardy. For all we know Bradley could have been impaled by something going through that gorilla apparatus
Hood: Hey, it’s Savage rules, man, as you stated earlier. I honestly don’t know why Iggy isn’t packing heat
Smith: Don’t give the man any ideas
~Our cameras follow Iggy into the gorilla position. He hurls his title in the direction of the entrance, it flies through the curtain, landing on top of the ramp. It’s appearance receives a nice ovation from the crowd. Iggy locates Carrington…his body is tangled with torn cloth and stacks of chairs. Iggy pulls him away from the carnage and spots a desk with several ‘geeks’. They have headphones on and are watching the action. They suddenly realize what’s about to happen…they tear their headphones off and dart away…Iggy kicks Carrington in the gut…he hooks him, lifts him up and suplexes Carrington on top of the work station!! Carrington’s back slams into the uneven, asymmetrical hard plastic and metal surface. A few of the screens short circuit…one spark flies from the impact. The fans inside are having a great time watching the destruction of Bradley Carrington~
Smith: And there goes thousands of dollars’ worth of equipment
Hood: So? We just sent Jack Puffer on an existential trip through Europe…I think we can afford it
Smith: Jimmy Buffet is not made of...
Hood: Rethinking that statement?
Smith: Okay, so he may be made of money but that doesn’t mean we should abuse the privilege
~ Iggy stands atop the desk and pulls Carrington up. He kicks Carrington in the gut and lifts him up, over his shoulder. He positions Carrington for a Tombstone onto the desk! Carrington wiggles, trying to get free…he’s able to slide up, back onto Iggy’s shoulders. He rakes Iggy’s eyes! Iggy lets Carrington go…Bradley stumbles through the curtain, out into the arena. The fans boo when they see him. He stumbles to his knees, near the Savage title, reaching for it~
Smith: Carrington FINALLY experiences something that isn’t negative in this match
Hood: He’s so smart…Iggy’s thrashing him around into all kinds of equipment...expending all that energy when all Carrington had to do was poke him in the eye. Work smarter, not harder Smith
Smith: That is a common, applicable phrase
Hood: Which begs the question, Smith…has there ever been a BLIND wrestler?
Smith: I can’t say…but I have seen a few blind referees in my time
~Iggy storms through the curtain with a computer monitor in one hand. He’s holding his eye with the other. He sprints toward Bradley. Carrington gets to his feet…he turns around, swinging the Savage Title…Iggy swings the computer monitor…the items CRASH against one another!! The monitor shatters…the belt drops to the ground. Iggy and Bradley pause for a moment, digesting what just happened~
Smith: Both men had the same idea
Hood: It disheartens me to see Carrington compete in a match like this…way beneath his breeding
Smith: I disagree…the Savage Title is the second most active prestigious title in OCW. Silverfreak wore that belt…a couple of times.
Hood: That’s even worse! Now you’re associating Carrington with a man who loved midgets!
~Carrington throws a right hand. Iggy blocks it and headbutts Carrington in the chest! Iggy follows that up with a knee into Carrington’s gut. Bradley doubles over. A squinting Iggy, hooks Bradley around the waist. The crowd rises to their feet, watching the two OCW stars competing atop the metal stage~
Smith: The Purifier!! Iggy is going for the Purifier on top of the stage!
Hood: Son of a bitch…this could cause permanent brain damage to Carrington!
Smith: That would be tragic
Hood: No shit, I mean to be ALMOST as dumb as Iggy…an unspeakable tragedy
~Iggy tries to jump and flip Carrington over at the same time for his version of the Canadian Destroyer. Carrington, however, solidifies his base. He stands with Iggy hanging down his back!! Iggy wiggles his upper body, trying to break free. Carrington heads toward the edge of the ramp…the fans rise with anticipation. A few of them yell for him to stop….Carrington slings Iggy forward with an ALABAMA SLAM! Iggy falls through the air and lands on the concrete surface!!! It’s a sickening thud…a slight crack emerges from impact. The fans chant “HOLY SHIT” with Carrington standing at the edge, staring down at the Savage Champion~
Smith: Oh my gosh!!!
Hood: Son of a whore! Not literally! Although it could be literally! Iggy’s mother may have been a whore
Smith: Regardless of that seedy speculation…Iggy Hardy might be seriously injured.
Hood: Nothing a strong line of Florida’s finest can’t cure!
~Carrington looks down at Iggy…an idea is forming in his mind. His heart rate picks up as evidenced by his labored breath. He’s building up the gumption for something dangerous~
Smith: He can’t be considering the PhD Press…can he?
Hood: Don’t do it, Bradley! It’s not worth the injury…you’ve got him down, use your head, man!
Smith: People get caught up in these types of situations and typically forego normal precaution
~Carrington is about to leap…until he’s not. An idea hits him. He pauses and shakes his head. The fans boo the shit out of Bradley. He calmly walks down the ramp until he can safely step down onto the concrete. He heads over to Iggy and looks out at the crowd behind him. He points to his head indicating he’s too smart to risk injury in that manner. He then takes his boot and shoves it right into Iggy’s throat. BOOOOO go the fans~
Smith: I hate it…but I have to say…smart move on Carrington’s part
Hood: That’s why Carrington is going to be OCW Champion one day and Iggy…well Iggy will be on the side of a milk carton
Smith: I wouldn’t sell Iggy short…he’s tremendously talented in spite of his obvious flaws
Hood: Yea but Carrington’s got it all…looks, charisma, talent…a wife named after the greatest season of the year
Smith: Her name isn’t winter!
Hood: Fuck winter! Autumn is where it’s at!
~Carrington finishes choking Iggy. It really didn’t do much as Hardy just sort of remained motionless, on the ground. Some fan yells out “HE’S FUCKING DEAD.” The idea hadn’t occurred to Carrington so…being the opportunist, he goes for a pin. Scruff appears from the side of the ramp and slides in with the count~
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2!
3….
SHOULDER UP!!
Smith: Iggy Hardy is alive and…not so well
Hood: That was an INTENSE shoulder up
Smith: Certainly was…the violent thrust nearly popped it out of socket!
~Carrington slams a few fists into Iggy’s head. The final blow sends the back of Iggy’s head into the concrete. Iggy’s motionless. Carrington returns to his feet, contemplating what to do next. He’s got Iggy down but is sure more punishment is required before a pin could be possible. Carrington makes his way toward the crowd…there is a small, metal fence keeping the fans from moving too close to the stage. Carrington is able to lift a section of it up, over his head. It’s about three feet in length…all metal. He carries it toward Iggy. He lays it across Iggy’s face and chest. Carrington jumps into the air and comes down with a double foot stomp!! He smashes the metal fence into Iggy’s face!! Iggy’s legs kick as Carrington falls down. He reaches for his left ankle…it twisted, slightly due to the landing on the asymmetrical surface~
Smith: Ouch…that’s the kind of move that could keep anybody down for three seconds EVEN Iggy
Hood: I think Bradley slightly miscalculated his landing there…his ankle nearly turned over
Smith: Yea, he needs to be careful…he doesn’t have the resiliency to bounce back from pain like Iggy
Hood: The downside of living a drug free lifestyle
~Carrington stands and tests his ankle. It appears to be okay. He snares the metal fence and pulls it off Iggy. Blood is flowing from Iggy’s nostrils…his nose MIGHT be broken. Carrington sets the piece of metal fencing to the side. In the background we see OCW security fighting to keep fans from rushing through the opening…which is stupid. They could have just stepped over the fence to begin with but..ya know, people. Carrington pulls Iggy up and whips him at the piece of fence…he runs full speed and hits the fence, flipping over and landing roughly on the concrete. Carrington charges forward…he steps on the top of the fence and performs a SHOOTING STAR PRESS! He lands on top of Iggy…the move shows off his athleticism and technique. Scruff slides in as Carrington hooks Iggy’s leg~
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2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: What a move by Carrington! Unfortunately it wasn’t enough
Hood: Iggy’s an animal
Smith: You think?
Hood: Yes, I think one of his ancestors was a rhinoceros
Smith: Yuck
Hood: Yak? Nah man, Rhino…not a yak. Grenier has the yak market cornered
~Carrington is frustrated. He stands and grabs the metal fencing. He turns it sideways and starts to stab Iggy in the chest and stomach with the end of it. The end is round and smooth, so it’s not like chopping him up or anything…but it is pummeling the insides. Carrington finishes and hurls the railing to the side. It audibly clangs around on the cement surface. He pulls Iggy to his feet and throws him, head first into the crowd, through the opening he created by removing part of the fence. Iggy stumbles forward, falling to his knees. The fans go wild with “IGGY” chants. They pat the man on his mullet…not too aggressively…just enough to find out what it feels like to touch Mr. Pectacular~
Smith: Carrington is beginning to crack…his equanimity is dissolving…losing its base
Hood: Baseless equanimity…OXYMORON ALERT
Smith: Indeed
~Carrington kicks Iggy in the back of the head. The fans boo. Iggy falls onto his back, dazed. The fans try to cheer him on, however Iggy just doesn’t seem to have it. Carrington stomps on Iggy’s chest. He shoves a few fans out of the way. One of the male fans bumps into a female fan…her low cut top is pulled down for a minute, exposing her breast. Iggy’s eyes WIDEN. His body starts to shake…the crowd goes wild. Carrington looks around, confused. He finally looks downward to spot the seizing Iggy Hardy~
Smith: Uh oh
Hood: Iggy’s awake! All it took was an above average titty
Smith: I don’t even know what to say…this man is a horrible champion
Hood: How can you say that? This is his first title defense
Smith: As much as I loathe Carrington and his arrogance…I would probably be happy if he took the prestigious Savage title off of Iggy Hardy
~Bradley tries to stomp the intensity out of Iggy…however, it appears to be the equivalent of gasoline atop a fire. Iggy sits up…he continues to shake. Carrington delivers a stiff kick to the back of Iggy’s head. Iggy pops to his feet! Carrington steps back. Iggy turns around and points at Carrington yelling “FUCKIN YOU!!!” Carrington back walks…throwing people out of the way. Iggy starts to run…Carrington turns around and barrels through a group of teenage fans. He throws every person he can find out of his way, trying to escape the madman that is – Iggy Hardy~
Smith: Carrington isn’t stupid…as we’ve said about a thousand times…he knows an intense Iggy Hardy is an unstoppable force
Hood: I’m surprised Iggy didn’t go after the titty
Smith: Can you stop saying that word, PLEASE
Hood: The fuck does it matter? Titty…TITTY…TITTY!!!
Smith: Ugh!
~Carrington reaches the barricade and starts to climb…Iggy catches him! He slams an INTENSE forearm into Carrington’s back. He pulls Carrington back into the crowd side of the barricade and kicks him in the groin!! The fans surrounding them groan. Iggy hooks Carrington for a powerbomb. He points at the steps and yells “FUCKING METAL!” He lifts Carrington up and throws him through the air into the Steel Steps at ringside!!! Carrington’s back SLAMS into the jagged edge of the steps!! He appears to be knocked unconscious from impact…his body remains draped across the steps as the fans go wild chanting “IGGY!” Iggy turns and spots the woman with the now infamous titty. He dives head first into her cleavage and starts to motorboat…the fans go wild as the woman is fully enjoying the ‘treatment’~
Smith: Can we PLEASE focus on the Main Event match for the Savage Championship?
Hood: Dude, it’s the titty!
Smith: STOP SAYING IT
Hood: Tell me you aren’t mesmerized by that titty
Smith: First of all…she has two of them…second…no, I’m not
Hood: Hmmmmmmm
~Iggy finishes his motorboat session and jumps, flatfooted, onto the top of the barricade. He leaps off with a flying elbow!! He drills it into Carrington’s chest!!! Carrington reaches for his chest in pain…he rolls off the steps, hitting the ground. His back has three two red lines from the steps…they have sliced into the skin and are currently producing blood. Iggy kips up and starts to sprint around the ring with the back of his mullet flying around. ‘IGGY! IGGY! IGGY!’ chants fuel his insatiable fire~
Smith: Iggy is in full force, Hood…I don’t think there’s anything Carrington can do at this point
Hood: It’s a metaphor for society, Smith. Idiocracy is taking over
Smith: I thought you were a fan of Iggy winning a few minutes ago
Hood: Well, yea, when the titty was in the picture…but now, well, he’s just running around like a retard
~Iggy laps the ring a good three times before running in place next to Carrington. He throws his fist in the air, snaring something invisible from the sky, repeatedly. He then reaches down and grabs Carrington. He hoists Carrington over his head for a Gorilla Press Slam…he tosses Carrington into the ring, through the ropes. Iggy hops onto the apron and grabs the top rope…he flips over the top rope, landing on his feet…he then goes for a pin~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: He kicked out! Carrington kicked out!
Hood: Holy shit…I didn’t think he had it in him
Smith: Bradley Carrington is showing us something we’ve yet to see from him…he’s showing the resilience of a champion
Hood: Fuck yea he is…fuck Harvard, fuck Yale…and definitely fuck Dartmouth…CORNELL MOTHER FUCKERS
~Iggy Hardy does a hand stand for some reason. The fans approve. He walks on his hands toward the nearest corner. Once his back hits the buckles he performs a push up with his hands and uses his legs to straddle the top buckle. In an impressive display of athleticism, strength and recreational drug use…Iggy is able to safely land atop the turnbuckle, seated with his back to Carrington. He stands and leaps off with a moonsault…he gets tremendous air…it’s poetry in motion. He comes down and is met with a boot right in the face!!! Iggy’s head jerks back, he hits the mat and sort of spams in squirts. It appears to be instinctive reactions by his unconscious muscles~
Smith: Well that might ruin his weekend
Hood: It was all going so well and then, well, Bradley showed why brains will always defeat brawn
Smith: That remains to be seen
Hood: Dude, he’s fucking out. There isn’t a titty in sight to save him
~Carrington crawls toward Iggy. He goes for a cover. Scruff slides in…the fans boo~
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2!
KICK OUT!!
Smith: He kicked out!
Hood: Fucking hell drugs are tough to beat
Smith: Yes, yes they are
Hood: No wonder people freak out in rehab facilities
~Iggy springs into a seated position. His eyes are wide. He stares at Carrington in a very serial killer manner. Carrington slides back…he’s seated on the mat…the two men are facing each other. Iggy starts to roar. Carrington places his hands, palms down, behind him and he throws his legs up…in fluid motion, before Iggy realizes what’s happening…Carrington has Iggy locked in the CORNELL CLUTCH!! Iggy screams!! He tries to fight out of it. Carrington grabs the back of Iggy’s head, trying to choke him out before anything intense happens~
Smith: The Cornell Clutch!! This could be it!
Hood: Son of a bitch…this fucking move is unbeatable
Smith: Indeed…Carrington is the master at the Triangle Choke
~Iggy stands…Carrington hangs on, knowing that this is his best chance at securing victory. Iggy runs around the ring like a man with a bag over his head. He runs into a corner and slams Carrington’s back into the top buckle. Carrington leans forward, tightening his grip. He’s latched onto Iggy’s upper body tighter than THE CLUB. Iggy continues running around, trying to figure out a way to get Bradley off him~
Smith: Carrington had better hold on…
Hood: They don’t call it the Cornell Clutch for nothing, Smith
Smith: I’m just saying…Iggy is going to be very angry if he is released
Hood: That won’t be an issue…Carrington’s got this
~Iggy starts to tire. He drops to one knee…the fans yell “NOOO!” He stands back up…he staggers toward the ropes and leans over the top. Carrington’s body hangs dangerously over with the edge of the apron, followed by the floor as his destination IF he were to let go. Iggy’s arms dangle…he might be out. Scruff walks over, checking on the Savage champion~
Smith: Could Iggy be out? Has Bradley choked the champion out?
Hood: If so…we have a NEW SAVAGE CHAMPION…in a very UN-Savage like manner
Smith: I don’t know, I think choking someone out is kind of savage
Hood: No way, man. That’s some Paradigm shit
~Scruff lifts Iggy’s hand…he drops it…Iggy shakes…he’s not ready to go down…not yet! He reaches out and grabs Carrington’s arms through the ropes. He pulls Carrington’s body down…Carrington’s legs remain coiled around his neck. Iggy lifts his legs up and he grabs them around Carrington’s head. He pulls back with his legs with some weird ass hold, arching Carrington’s back, placing a ton of torque on his neck. Carrington’s eyes widen…he didn’t expect THIS. He tries to hold on, but can’t…he’s about to face a neck injury. He releases Iggy’s head. Carrington’s legs fall to the floor, but he remains standing. Iggy’s back hits the mat! His legs release Carrington’s head. Iggy is flat on his back in the ring while Carrington is hunched over the apron. Carrington his rubbing his neck while Iggy’s purple face tries to regain a more natural hue~
Smith: Wow! What a move by Iggy…talk about ingenuity
Hood: That’s fucking survival, man. The only thought in his mind was how to prevent certain death
Smith: Well, if he were that concerned with the longevity of his life…he could stop taking drugs
Hood: No way, man…then he’d suck as a wrestler
~Carrington slowly climbs on the apron. He keeps moving forward as a potential champion should. Iggy kips up. The fans are shocked by his energy rush. Carrington stands. Iggy runs into the ropes, he bounces off and charges at Carrington. Bradley is dazed…he bends over to try and enter through the ropes…he only gets his head through the middle and top rope. Iggy LEAPS over the top rope and grabs Carrington while in the air…he rips Carrington off the apron and drills him all the way to the outside floor with The Purifier (Canadian Destroyer)!!!! The fans chant HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!! Iggy winces with pain…but he makes the cover…Scruff slides out, under the bottom rope and makes the count…the fans count along~
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3!!!!!
~The crowd goes wild…the bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…AND STILL OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION…IGGY HARDY!!!!!
Smith: He did it!! Iggy did it!
Hood: Holy shit, what a fucking move…Carrington might be dead
Smith: Let’s hope not
Hood: Guy is going to be tough, Smith. I don’t see anyone taking that title off him…at least not for awhile
Smith: He defeated Rebel to win it…and now he’s avenged a very personal loss against Bradley Carrington.
~Iggy pops to his feet and he sprints around the ring toward the ramp…he runs up the ramp, scoops up his Savage Championship and performs a jumping KICK through the curtain, disappearing from view. The fans cheer the Savage Champion and his antics. Meanwhile, Carrington is being looked at, near ringside~
Smith: That was a ridiculous match…Iggy is apparently fine, at least until the drugs wear off…Carrington is another story. I only hope he didn’t suffer any injuries beyond repair…he’s one of the best wrestlers we’ve got
Hood: No shit…guy could be a future OCW Champion.
~Carrington sits up…bags of ice are applied to his neck. Autumn appears from behind the curtain, very concerned. She hovers over her husband. Carrington reaches his feet and he looks down at his wife. The fans give Bradley a strong ovation, respecting his effort~
Smith: Class move by the fans…that was a tremendous effort. He deserves all the credit he gets
Hood: Don’t tell me he’s going to become a fan favorite…fucking hate those guys
~Carrington rolls into the ring. Autumn tries to stop him. He looks around at the fans clapping and becomes angry. He waves his arms in the ‘incomplete’ or ‘delete’ motion…trying to shut them up. They pause and begin to boo. Carrington nods, accepting the boos. The more he seems to enjoy the boos, the louder they get~
Smith: Ugh, can’t this man just ACCEPT the nature of things? These people were impressed by his performance!
Hood: No, because these people are a disease. They will cripple this man…just look at what they’ve done to TIO!
Smith: Uhh, last I checked he was the Paradigm Champion AND Co-#1 Contender
Hood: Not for long
~The crowd suddenly pops. Carrington spins around, holding his neck to keep it from suffering further damage from whiplash. MIKE ZYBALA is on the ramp. He looks down at Carrington with his hands on his hips, shaking his head side to side…he seems disappointed in Carrington’s defeat. Bradley is ENRAGED. He points and yells at Zybala to come down to the ring…Mike stays put~
Smith: I don’t blame Zybala…Carrington is a brat!
Hood: Fucking guy rubbing it in…this is your hero? This is who all these fans have wanted to see for months? Blah!
~A blur slides into the ring. Autumn yells at Bradley to turn around. He does and a Hooded Figure SUPERKICKS Bradley in the chin!! Carrington falls to the mat, unconscious. The crowd yells ‘SUPERKICK’ after the move. Autumn screams “NO!” The medics slide into the ring, tending to the re-injured Carrington~
Smith: I’m no fan…but my goodness how much more punishment can that man’s neck take
Hood: You act like his neck is a stack of dimes…I’d say they are AT LEAST nickels
~The Hooded Figure makes a quick exit, running through the crowd. We zoom back on Zybala who is suddenly clapping…he applauds what we’ve just seen~
Smith: This Zybala/Carrington stuff is leading to something
Hood: A match, I’d guess
Smith: Strong wager…when and where…I’m not sure. But Mike Zybala enjoys harassing Carrington and, I’m sure, after tonight Carrington will want retribution
Hood: Noooo shit
Smith: Well folks, that does it for us tonight…we hope you’ve enjoyed another edition of Monday Night Massacre…for Hood I’m Smith saying so long and we’ll see you next week!
~We get one final shot…a pull away view of Carrington being looked at by medics while Zybala applauds his misfortune from the ramp. We fade to black~