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OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, August 7th 2017
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida

~We fade into the Massacre logo. It fizzles out. The date “March 20th, 2017” is shown. We see OCW Champion Alice Knight preparing to face MJ Bell. Her terrible fall airs. It’s followed by MJ securing the pin and claiming the OCW Title. The date “April 10th, 2017” is shown. OCW Champion MJ Bell enters the ring, ready to face PerZag. After some Aptitude related shenanigans, PerZag is able to pin MJ Bell and secure the OCW Title. “A few weeks later” pops up…we see the headline stating PerZag was forced to vacate the OCW Title. The slow playing, melancholy tune dies out~

~A burst of exciting music blares to the forefront of our darkened screens. The Marvel Matt Meyhu is shown defeating TIO at Stainless Steel Ride for the OCW Title. A few comments from people within the industry sound out over the music~

“Finally a champion that can carry the legendary company.”

“The OCW Title curse is broken!”

“Meyhu, a true champion OCW can be proud of!”

“Here’s the man to lead the new era of OCW!”

~The declarations reach an end as we get a shot of Meyhu with the OCW Title draped over his shoulder. We cut to the OCW Arena. The fans are on their feet, going wild. The Arena is filled with signs pertaining to the main event. A “TIO” chant dominates the scene. We cut straight to Hood and Smith~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to a historical night in OCW history. It isn’t often we get a LEGITIMATE OCW Title match…and that, friends, is what we will witness this evening

Hood: Not just any match…an all APTITUDE OCW Title match

Smith: Indeed…six plus months of build have led to this evening. Three men who have, for lack of a better term, dominated OCW will do battle over it’s most prestigious prize.

Hood: Yep and we all know THE IRON MAN will emerge victorious

Smith: I’ve got my money and TIO!

Hood: Of course you would…but who are we kidding…it’s going to be Meyhu

Smith: He is the overwhelming favorite…we’ve yet to see an OCW Champion successfully defend the title...

Hood: What are you talking about? Meyhu did that last week!

Smith: Yea, sure…whatever! It will be interesting to see if Meyhu can end that notorious streak and hold on to the OCW Championship

Hood: Well I’m fucking ready

Smith: Calm down, it’s the main event…we still have some Margarita Mix matches…an interesting Crimson/Barnes encounter and unique tag team encounter

Hood: Yea, yea, sure sure

Smith: But first…let’s welcome back one of OCW’s most successful tag teams…The Danger Boiz are back!

Hood: What? Now? Damnit…you need to warn me before these guys come out so I can…I don’t know, go grab a bag of popcorn

Smith: Let’s head down to ringside!

Tag Team Match
The Danger Boiz (0-0) vs. Deluxxx (0-2)

~Depth and Shootah are in the ring. They look exhausted and slightly ill~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, from Hollywood, California…Deluxxx!!!

~A hush comes over the crowd. They sit in eager anticipation. “Believer” by Imagine Dragons hits! The crowd leaps to their feet. Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris emerge from behind the curtain…they take a moment to soak in the crowd’s ovation. Dan sprints down the ramp with Chris behind him…the two slide into the ring and pop to their feet. They ascend a couple of the corners and pose for the fans~

Belvedere: And their opponents…from Smithsville, Tennessee…at a total combined weight of 448lbs…Dangerous Dan…Crazy Chris…The Danger Boiz!!!

~The bell rings. Dan and Chris matriculate into their corner. Chris decides to start the match off. Depth, meanwhile, orders Shootah to start the match off. Shootah moves around all slow and lethargic~

Smith: I’m told Depth and Shootah were at a bachelor party over the weekend

Hood: They look hungover as fuck

Smith: Yep, drank way too much

Hood: That’ll do it

~Chris and Shootah are about to lock up. Shootah sprints for his corner and lunges at Depth, hugging him. Scruff signals for a tag! Depth is pissed. He enters into the ring…he’s pale and sweaty. Shootah steps through the ropes and hops off the apron, he lays down on the outside. Depth shakes his head and turns around. As soon as he does he’s met with a dropkick from Chris~

Smith: People really shouldn’t party all weekend when they have to go to work on Monday

Hood: Very bad idea

Smith: I just hope Depth doesn’t vomit inside the ring

Hood: That wouldn’t be an OCW first…didn’t Arryk Rage do that once?

Smith: Yes, he vomited on Tommy Flamer which prevented Flamer from being able to light himself on fire

Hood: CLASSIC OCW, BABY

~Depth falls to one knee, sucking wind. He could be dry heaving. He is definitely way too hungover to be working. Chris pulls him to his feet, hoists him up and drops him in the middle of the ring with a Spinebuster!! Depth lays there, ready to be pinned. The fans chant for Dan. Chris looks toward his brother and makes the tag! Dan hops onto the top buckle~

Smith: Dan’s going to…pardon the pun…end it right here!

Hood: Walk in the park for Dan and Chris…I may not be a fan but they look solid

Smith: As good as ever in my book!

~Dan leaps off the top with The ENDD (Swanton Bomb)!! The place erupts. Dan covers Depth…Scruff slides in, making the count~

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners…THE DANGER BOIZ!!!!!

Smith: Great return win for Dan and Chris…they’ve got an assumed date against Perfectly Marvelous in about a month…so a match like this is extremely beneficial

Hood: Yea, gotta shake that rust off somehow

Smith: Indeed…anyway…the night is just underway…so let’s head backstage!

~OCW cameras fade into a video with the caption “taped earlier” in the corner. We see on-site general manager, the Eastern European, frustrated as he looks at the poster outside the arena that has the scheduled triple threat main event advertised for tonight. He rips it off the telephone pole as a SUV slowly comes to a stop beside EE. Knux can be seen in the driver’s seat as the back doors slide open to reveal the Incredible One’s girlfriend Leslie and his daughter Jenna. The two of them get out of the vehicle as EE looks at them~

EE: Well?

Leslie: He still hasn’t woken up yet… he’s been out for two days now.

EE: This not good for him.

Jenna: Please, sir!

EE: Don’t give me googly kid eyes.

Leslie: Just give him one more week, Mr. European… this match means the world to him, and I know the fans would want him in the match… he just needs more time to recover.

EE: More time to recover? Yes. But I will not postpone match. TIO has until his music hits to come to ring, if not, Meyhu will defend his title against O’Donnell only.

~Without another word, EE crumbles up the poster and throws it at Leslie’s feet before leaving the area. Jenna hugs her mother as she looks down, disappointed, while the camera’s cut to ringside~

Smith: I knew TIO was going through some severe personal issues…but I don’t think any of us thought he might miss the match

Hood: The fuck are you talking about? He was man napped!

Smith: Abducted is the word you’re looking for

Hood: Semantics, Smith…the guy was taken against his will by a crazed fan. And now he’s gonna miss his OCW rematch.

Smith: I know, it’s tragic

Hood: Is it? Or is this a ploy by TIO to boohoo a one on one rematch out of EE once he MIRACULOUSLY reappears next week?

Smith: The old TIO, maybe…but not the new TIO. I believe if he misses this match then that is it for him…to the back of the line he goes which is what makes this so potentially tragic

Hood: Could be worse…he could be Shootah

Smith: Well, yea, there’s always that I suppose. Anyway…we’ll see if he can make it…I hope for his mindset and psyche that he doesn’t miss the match. In the meantime, we’ve got more matches to get to…including a special tag team encounter between The Lockwood Party and a team consisting of Mike Zybala and Ed Houston. Let’s head down to ringside for the action!

Tag Team Match
The Lockwood Party (1-1) vs. Ed Houston and Mike Zybala (0-0)

Belvedere: It is now time for a tag team contest scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...

~”Punch in the Face” by Frenzal Rhomb hits. The OCW fans in attendance boo loudly. The Lockwood Party…Tim and Jack Lockwood emerge from behind the curtain. They appear excited, eager and ready for a battle against Ed Houston and Mike Zybala. They hustle down the ramp and split when they hit the ring. Tim to the left, Jack to the right…they climb the steps and enter through the ropes. ~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from The East Bay, California…at a total combined weight of 420lbs … the team of Tim and Jack … The Lockwood Party!!!

~ “Party Hard” by Andrew WK hits…the crowd loses their shit! ~

Belvedere: And their opponents…

~ Mike Zybala emerges from behind the curtain bouncing around to his theme music. Zybala sees The Lockwood Party inside the center of the ring as he begins to slowly make his way down the aisle way. He leans against the barricade and begins to sing part of his music with the fans in attendance. ~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Buffalo, New York…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs… Mike Zybala!!! And his tag team partner for this evening…

~The OCWTron counts down from 10 to 1 when it hits 1 an audible Blast Off is heard as pyrotechnics go off. Ed Houston gets the fans behind him as he pumps them up. As Zybala turns around Houston runs right past him to the ring as Rocket Man plays. Houston slides under the bottom as Zybala takes the ring steps in. Both Zybala and Houston wave to the fans. ~

Belvedere: From Miami, Florida…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 180lbs…Ed Houston!!!

Smith: The Lockwood Party fell short against Perfectly Marvelous and have made it clear they want to earn a rematch. A win here tonight would go a long way.

Hood: Every match counts in the tight tag team race.

~ The two teams meet in the center of the ring as the referee goes over the rules. The four men reach out and shake one another hands as they head back to their respectable corners. ~

Smith: A nice sign of respect right there in the ring by both teams.

Hood: Let’s see if they continue to do that after the fists start flying.

Smith: There is the bell so we are about to find out!

~ Ed Houston and Jack Lockwood leave the ring and take their place in their corners as Tim Lockwood and Mike Zybala begin to circle the ring. After a 360 around the ring the two finally lock up in the center of the ring. Zybala and Tim fight for position. The two men push one another around until Lockwood locks a variation of the hammerlock behind Zybala’s head. ~

Smith: Tim Lockwood is the first to gain some positioning. He applies the pressure. Zybala powers out and has Tim Lockwood now in an arm wringer.

Hood: Both of these teams work well as a tag team and are known to make a lot of quick tags.

Smith: It’s going to be a complete chess match in the early going until one team or person makes a mistake.

~ Tim Lockwood repositions himself and does a flip and frees himself. Zybala charges forward with a clothesline, but Tim ducks under and unloads with a series of loud knife edge chops. ~

Smith: Tim Lockwood is lighting up the chest of Mike Zybala!

~ Tim takes a few steps backward and lunges forward, but a drop toe hold by Zybala! Zybala quickly grabs the arm again of Tim Lockwood and reaches over and tags in his partner, Ed Houston. Houston comes in quickly and grabs Tim Lockwood arm and keeps the chain going. Tim Lockwood looks for an opening to escape. ~

Smith: We have our first quick tag.

Hood: Nothing gets past your Smith.

Smith: Hey I call it like I see it.

~ Houston backs Tim Lockwood into the corner. He unloads a few shots to Tim’s midsection. Houston goes to send Tim Lockwood across with an Irish whip, but Tim reverses it with some momentum. Tim charges after Houston, but Houston uses the corner to stop and leap behind the charging corner and then dropkicks Tim Lockwood who ironically crashes into his own corner and Jack Lockwood is able to tag himself in. ~

Smith: Some quick action, but it all lead to Jack Lockwood making the tag and now he is stepping through the ropes with both eyes right on the Rocketman.

Hood: That sort of backfired for Houston. What a dumbass

Smith: Jack Lockwood looks hungry to get in there and mix it up with the Rocketman.

~ Jack Lockwood stalks Houston who appears to be standing waiting for the Lockwood Party member. Finally _these_ two lock up in the center of the ring. However, this time Jack quickly around with a waist lock. Houston grabs Jack’s hands and charges forward towards the ropes. Jack Lockwood back rolls off and as Houston turns around Jack beheads him with a brutal lariat. ~

Hood: And The Rocketman just went flying into outer space.

Smith: Man, that lariat turned Houston inside out.

~ Jack Lockwood grabs Houston and places him in a side headlock. Houston sends Jack Lockwood off and into the ropes. Houston drops to his stomach as Jack Lockwood rebounds. Houston goes for a hip toss, but Jack Lockwood blocks it. Houston goes for a right hand, but Jack Lockwood ducks and hits the rope and drops Houston with a shoulder block. ~

Smith: All four of these men are just so fast and fluid with their moves. It’s like watching a dance in there.

Hood: If you ever call wrestling a dance again I am going to make sure someone dances a steel chair right off your skull.

~ Jack Lockwood now pulls Houston to his feet and lifts him with ease with a gut wrench. He takes a few steps and lands a gut wrench suplex. ~

Smith: Jack Lockwood points to Zybala who tries to reach through the ropes and tag in his partner.

Hood: Jack Lockwood took a kicking swipe at Zybala’s hand too.

Smith: The Lockwood Party can be a little hard nosed for good guys.

~ Jack Lockwood drags Houston away from the corner and as he gets up, Jack Lockwood swiftly into a Handspring enzuigiri and his boot nails Ed right into the side of his head. Jack Lockwood drops down, but before referee Scruff can make the cover, Houston kicks out. ~

Smith: It was loud, but it didn’t do enough damage to keep Houston down.

~ Jack Lockwood shakes it off and pulls Houston back to his feet. Jack Lockwood pushes Houston back and sends him across the ropes ... Houston ducks under another lariat attempt and rebounds with a flying body press! ~

Smith: Oh my!

Hood: You sound like a school girl right now.

~ Houston now with a cover, but this time Jack Lockwood kicks out just as Scruff dropped down for the cover. Both men are back up and big dropkick by Houston and he does a somersault sideways and tags in Mike Zybala! Zybala now roaring in and takes Jack Lockwood down with a diving forearm. Jack Lockwood is back up and Zybala with a swinging neckbreaker. Zybala drops Jack Lockwood and plays the fans who are cheering on the action in the ring. Jack Lockwood quickly rolls to his corner and reaches up and tags his partner in. ~

Smith: Here comes Tim and I don’t think Mike sees him.

~ Tim charges in, but eats a dragon screw leg whip as Mike Zybala holds onto Tim Lockwood boot and pulls him up with it onto his feet and then lifts him up and drops him down with a big Knee Breaker. ~

Smith: What a combination by Mike Zybala!

Hood: Funny Zybala wouldn’t be able to pull that combo off against a Meyhu, Carrington, O’Donnell or even TIO.

Smith: In due time Zybala will rise to the top of OCW!

~ Mike raises that fist and he drops it down on Tim Lockwood, but the Lockwood Party member just gets out of the way and Mike’s fist crashes into the mat. ~

Smith: Looks like Tim Lockwood scouted out Mike Zybala there and saw that move coming.

~ Tim Lockwood is up and limping on that knee, but drives a boot to the side of Mike Zybala’s head. Tim Lockwood then springboards off the ropes and into a moonsault. ~

Smith: No, Zybala with a strong kick out.

~ Tim pulls Zybala up and wraps his arms around the waist and lifts him up and releases him with a big German release suplex. ~

Hood: Tim Lockwood basically threw Mike Zybala across the ring with that German suplex.

Smith: Tim Lockwood now grabbing the right leg and he turns it into a single leg crab submission hold.

~ Houston now reaches through the ropes encouraging his partner. Tim Lockwood extends his body leaning backwards trying to put more pressure on the lower back of Mike Zybala. As Houston is encouraging and cheering Zybala on. He is trying to claw his way towards his corner and Tim Lockwood is trying to lean backwards enough to stop the crawl. Tim must have eyes in the back of his head as they were getting close to the corner so he hops off and drops a knee to the back of Zybala stopping him from getting to Houston. ~

Smith: Smart heads up move by Tim Lockwood.

~ Tim grabs Mike then turns and whips him into the corner with an Irish Whip. Zybala crashes back first into the corner, but he comes roaring out as Lockwood charges too and both men take one another down with a double clothesline. The fans are mostly split down the middle anyways pop for the double knock down. ~

Smith: Both men are down!

~ Tim and Zybala start to roll around as Ed Houston and Jack Lockwood reach through the ropes and cheer their respected partners on. ~

Hood: Both Ed Houston and Jack Lockwood are itching to get in this match. They are foaming at the mouth like a pair of rabid dogs.

Smith: Tim Lockwood is getting close to Jack Lockwood. He is trying to shake the effects of that big clothesline off.

~ Tim Lockwood tags in Jack Lockwood, but Zybala lunges and tags in Houston. ~

Smith: BOTH MEN TAG OUT!

Hood: Thanks I wasn’t watching the action or anything.

~Jack Lockwood is in as The Rocketman jumps into the ring. Jack charges at Ed but Houston blocks a right and unloads one of his own. ~

Smith: Houston has been waiting to get in for quite some time.

Hood: That is because Zybala is a camera whore.

~ Houston picks up Jack Lockwood and drops him in a lifting side slam. Jack Lockwood fires back up, but right into a waiting Houston who lifts him up and drops him with scoop slam followed by a leg drop across the throat of his opponent. ~

2!!

~ Jack Lockwood fires out by lifting up his right shoulder. Houston now looking for some revenge and he grabs Jack Lockwood’s leg and he starts to put the single leg crab on. The fans stir, but Jack Lockwood is able to kick Houston off and avoid the hold. ~

Smith: Houston wanted to get some revenge back from when Tim Lockwood had that move locked in on his partner, but Jack Lockwood wasn’t stunned enough.

Hood: Houston has always been one to take some risk in his matches. He doesn’t play it safe. I am still trying to figure out why he is friends with Zybala.

Smith: They have a mutual respect for each other and respect the business.

~ Houston is back up though and charges, but is caught and quickly spun into a tilt a whirl backbreaker. Lockwood hooking a leg … ~

~ Houston this time with a kick out and Jack questions the count. ~

Smith: This match is has gone from a chess match to a ping pong match. Back and forth ... back and forth!

Hood: You with your analogies.

~ Jack Lockwood pulls Houston up and goes to whip him into the corner, but Houston is whipped right into an cartwheel evasion … ~

Smith: DROPKICK BY THE ROCKETMAN!!!

Hood: I must say that was an impressive counter by Ed.

Smith: Houston might be your Ascension Champion by the end of next week.

~ Houston makes the tag to Mike Zybala getting a cheer from the crowd. Zybala comes in and reaches down, bringing Jack Lockwood to his feet. Zybala hooks in a front facelock and throws Jack’s arm over his shoulder. Zybala snaps Jack Lockwood to the mat with a suplex. ~

Hood: Both of these teams have given it their all, Smith. I won’t argue that.

Smith: You would have no valid argument.

~ Mike reaches down, grabbing Jack Lockwood’s head. Zybala brings Jack Lockwood to his feet. Mike wraps Jack Lockwood up with a bulldog headlock. Zybala shouts to the crowd and rushes forward. Zybala leaps and brings Jack Lockwood crashing down to the mat with a bulldog. Zybala gets to one knee and pumps a fist a few times to the cheering crowd. ~

Smith: Zybala and Houston showing they might be next in line for a shot at the Tag Team Titles.

Hood: These two don’t need to make the mistake of getting distracted with cheers.

~ Zybala up to his feet now as it seems these cheers have kicked Mike into the next gear. Zybala climbs to the middle turnbuckle. Zybala measures Jack Lockwood with his right hand and then leaps off the turnbuckle, planting his fist right between Jack Lockwood’s eyes. Zybala makes the lateral press and hooks the leg. ~

Smith: Diving fistdrop and Zybala with a cover!

KICKOUT!

Hood: Close, Smith. So close.

Smith: Jack Lockwood kicks out right before three!

~ Mike Zybala gets to his knees shaking his head. ~

Smith: He can taste victory, Hood.

Hood: Unless of course a certain Professor shows up.

~ Zybala gets to his feet, reaches down grabbing Jack Lockwood by the head, and pulls Jack up. Zybala whips Jack Lockwood into the ropes. Jack rebounds and ducks a back elbow smash attempt. Jack rebounds and nails Mike with a lariat. ~

Smith: Big lariat by Jack Lockwood! He just took Mike Zybala to the mat!

Hood: Both men are down.

Smith: Now who is being captain obvious.

Hood: Shut up.

~ Both men get to their feet as quickly as possible. Zybala makes it first and charges at Jack Lockwood with a clothesline. Jack Lockwood ducks and immediately turns, meeting a turning Zybala with a kick to the midsection, doubling Zybala over. Jack Lockwood drives Zybala into the mat with a snap DDT. ~

Smith: These two teams know what’s at stake, Hood.

Hood: They do, mate. The Championship Committee is watching this match with vested interest.

Smith: Zybala is down on the mat. Jack Lockwood is on one knee, trying to shake out the cobwebs and get a second wind.

~ Jack Lockwood gets to his feet and backs away from Mike Zybala. Jack Lockwood crouches down, waiting on Zybala, who rolls to his stomach. Zybala pushes up to his hands and knees, his back to Jack Lockwood. Zybala pushes himself to one knee and turns to rise. Jack Lockwood shuffles forward. ~

Smith: OH MY! What a superkick from Jack Lockwood!

Hood: Zybala just got a taste of his own medicine.

~ Zybala crumples back to the mat after turning right into a Jack Lockwood superkick. ~

Smith: Zybala and Houston have held their own against Lockwood Party. Both teams have their eyes on the tag team champions. You can bet PM is watching this match.

Hood: I highly doubt that. PM has bigger fish to fry. The Danger Boiz are back in OCW and I am sure they want a shot at PM next.

Smith: Maybe you never know what PM has up their sleeves as they can be sneaky and devious at times.

~ Jack Lockwood steps between the ropes and out to the ring apron. Jack Lockwood raises a fist in the air getting a cheer from the crowd and begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. ~

Smith: Jack Lockwood is climbing to the top turnbuckle. This is bad news for Mike Zybala.

~ The crowd begins buzzing as Jack Lockwood perches on the top turnbuckle, waiting on Mike Zybala to get to his feet. Jack Lockwood perched up there like a hawk waiting to strike! Zybala gets to his feet, his back to the top turnbuckle. As Mike is turning around Jack leaps off the top ropes going for a double axe handle but Zybala connects with a superkick to the jaw of Jack who falls down to the mat clutching at his jaw. The impact of the Superkick sends Zybala going backwards and Houston slaps Zybala on the back. ~

Smith: How did Zybala see that coming?

Hood: No idea but it looks like Ed is fired up.

~ Houston hops into the ring and makes a beeline for Tim on the ring apron who is shouting at Jack on the mat. Ed drives his shoulder into the ribs of Tim which staggers him and then Houston connects with an enziguri which sends Tim to the outside of the ring. Houston looks down at Jack on the mat and then in a single leap jumps to the top rope. Houston jumps forward from an elevated position and presses knees to chest, executes a backflip in mid-air, and lands on Lockwood in the a press position as he hooks the far leg. ~

Smith: Blastoff by The Rocketman!

Hood: I’ve seen that move done better.

Smith: You can be such a dick.

2!!

3!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners…MIKE ZYBALA AND ED HOUSTON!!!!!

Smith: Great win by Houston and Zybala…both men needed a good showing tonight. Ed’s got Jacqui Monroe next week…so a loss here would have been tough. Mike, meanwhile, was looking to bounce back from his loss against Carrington and, well, he did just that

Hood: Yea, yea…but the Lockwoods needed a fucking win after their loss against PM

Smith: Indeed…with every match…there must be a loser. But they fought well…The Lockwood Party will be around and could receive another tag title shot in the future

Hood: Anybody but the Danger Boiz!

Smith: So glad they are back! Anyway, let’s head backstage as the night rolls on!

~The scene cuts to the backstage area, as Josie Barnes is pacing back, and forth. She has had a lot on her mind after what happened Tuesday night in her home with Crimson. She was conflicted with things he said, as she lets out a small growl. She knew nobody was around, so they wouldn't hear the growl, but she was wrong, as she hears someone speak up~

Paul Paras: "A wise man once said, 'The lion who roars before capturing his prey is doomed to go hungry.'"

~Josie recognized the voice, and her cheeks began to blush. She turned around and discovered OCW Tag Team Champion and Minnesota Messiah Paul Paras watching her pace from down the hall, his arms crossed and his back leaned up against the painted brick wall. She slowly begins to approach him, a conflicted furrow in her brow~

Josie Barnes: "Which wise man was that?"

Paul Paras: "Did I say 'wise'? I meant 'Perfect'."

~The two-time Hall of Famer smirks at Josie, but sees very little in the way of her usual fighting spirit. He reaches out and places a concerned hand on her shoulder~

Paul Paras: "Your soul is aching today, my dear, and success cannot be prescribed to a soul in agony. Crimson... a gun... a shot heard 'round the stratosphere. The Perfect One sees. Tell me more."

Josie Barnes: I think everyone heard. He kept pushing at me to do it, and I did... Just, I don't know, somethings he said.

~Josie looks down, as she had been fighting with herself over it, and the things he had been saying to her~

Josie Barnes: He said somethings to me that has me really wondering about myself. Am I evil, am I good? I been going back, and forth on it since that night. Almost like having the devil, and angel on my shoulders

~Paras calmly motions for Josie to walk with him down the hall, which she does without protest~

Paul Paras: The Perfect One has dined with angels and danced with devils many a time over the years. The one thing I've learned from both is that no amount of sitting on one's shoulder gives them full control. Here...

~Paul stops next to a stagehand cart and pulls out a steel folding chair. He hands it to a reluctant Josie and assesses her reaction, arms folded. She looks confused as he subtly nods to their left. She turns her head to see a young OCW backstage intern neglecting his duties, jamming out to some music through ear buds attached to his phone~

Paul Paras: Now. A weapon in your hand again. An innocent bystander. The father of all potentially-evil situations. Surely the angel and devil are giving you an earful?

~She nods her head, as she looks at the intern. They were going back and forth in her ear you could say~

Josie Barnes: Yeah one is saying do it, while the other is saying don't do it. It's like I want to, but yet I don't. Hes not doing his work, and wasting peoples time, and money, but he is innocent.

~She looks at the chair, as she knew she shouldn't hit the guy~

Paul Paras: "So which is it going to be? Leave the innocent alone or punish they who need to be punished? You can't have both."

Josie Barnes: Why can't I have both? I... damn it.

~She lets out a growl again, as she looks at the chair, before looking at Paul, and back to the intern. She shakes her head, as she throws the chair down~

Josie Barnes: I.... I can't do it, he hasn't harmed me, or any of my loved ones....

~Paras cracks a smile~

Paul Paras: "You have more control than you imagined, it seems."

~Paul begins to walk away, pausing only to look back at Josie~

Paul Paras: "Now focus all that control on Crimson. This time, use your fists."

~He heads past the intern, stopping to slap the earbuds out of his ears~

Paul Paras: "Get to work, rookie."

~Paras vanishes as the crew member scrambles to look busy. Josie thinks about what he said, as she nods to herself. She laughs at the crew member, as she thought it was funny before heading off to get ready for her match even more~

Smith: A conflicted Josie Barnes faces Tommy Crimson in mere moments

Hood: Conflicted? She sounded like a normal woman to me

Smith: Stop it! It’s a good thing Paras was there to calm her down…help her find some middle ground

Hood: I guess…won’t help, Crimson is going to beat the fuck out of her anyway

Smith: I wouldn’t be so sure of that…but it’s not like we have to wait any longer…that match is next!

Josie Barnes (8-6) vs. Tommy Crimson (5-0)

Belvedere: Introducing first…. She hails from Lilly, Georgia but resides in Key West… she is the PURPLE VIP…JoooooSssssssiiiieeee Barnes!

~”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. Barnes 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~

Smith: Josie Barnes is looking to defeat her current tormentor here, Tommy Crimson.

Hood: Tormenter? He’s just fucking with her. That’s what he does.

~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. "Next Savage Champ!" he screams~

Hood: Tommy Boy looks ready to go. This crowd hates him and he loves that.

Smith: Josie said on twitter she was going to beat him.

Belvedere: And her opponent, from Detroit, Michigan…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 170lbs…Tommy Crimson!!!

Hood: Tommy Boy has been on a tear since returning to OCW.

Smith: He challenged Josie on twitter and she accepted.

Hood: Dumb move.

~The referee calls both wrestlers to the center of the ring. They both walk over to the referee and listen to the rules of the match up. Crimson begins to stare at Josie with a creepy grin. She completely avoids eye contact with him~

Hood: Barnes has looked great in her last three matches. She could raise her stock here with a win against this veteran.

Smith: This is personal.

~The bell rings! Josie and Tommy begin to circle one another. Crimson begins name calling almost immediately. Josie watches as Crimson struts across the ring to taunt her and the crowd. He does the state farm double check to inform everyone he will be a champion soon. Josie charges at Crimson! Tommy ducks her attempt at a clothesline! He gets back to his feet while Josie hit the ropes and returns for a vicious bulldog from behind! She drives Tommy’s face into the mat!~

Smith: Josie countered Crimson’s counter with a bulldog!

Hood: Crimson begins to stir while Josie heads for the corner.

~Barnes hops up on the middle rope then climbs to the top turnbuckle. She waits for Crimson to stand up and turn around. As he begins to turn towards her she leaps off! She aims for a high flying crossbody but Tommy catches her! He swings Josie around then drops to one knee. The backbreaker causes the entire front row to wince. Josie falls off Crimson’s kneecap in pain. She holds her back and writhes in pain.~

Hood: That was a nasty backbreaker!

Smith: Crimson just spit in her face! He has no respect for anyone. He is such a bastard!

~Tommy spits directly into Josie’s face! Her face turns red with anger. She is in complete shock while the referee didn’t even see the sick act. Barnes snatches hold of Crimson’s red locks and slams him down on the mat! The referee rushes in to warn her not to hair pull.~

Smith: That had to hurt!

Hood: What is he doing?

~Crimson sneaks up behind Josie as she is being warned. Tommy snatches her up by the hair of her head! He then pushes his foot into her back essentially kicking her out away from him. She screams and Crimson is left with a handful of Josie’s hair! The referee then warns Crimson about hair pulling. Tommy shakes his head completely dismissing the official.~

Hood: Neither one of these wrestlers seem to care about the rules.

Smith: Because it’s personal, Hood. Look at all he has done in just one week to her. She wants to kill him and he wants to continue to torture her.

Hood: Word.

~Barnes takes off at Crimson! He is caught off guard and before he can react she catches him with a hurricanrana! The new maneuver in Josie’s arsenal causes the crowd to pop. She quickly hooks Tommy’s right leg!~

Smith: KICKOUT BY CRIMSON!

~Barnes follows up by grappling Crimson back to his feet. She irish whips him into the ropes! Tommy bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He comes flying back at Barnes and she attempts a flying clothesline! Josie misses! Crimson ducks the clothesline! Tommy sneaks up from behind Barnes as she gets back to her feet. Tommy works her into the corner then sits her up on the top turnbuckle facing him. He then climbs to the middle turnbuckle. Crimson hooks her for a spectacular frankensteiner! Tommy hooks a leg!~

Crowd: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

Hood: KICKOUT BY BARNES!

~Josie gets up slow. Crimson comes in with a sharp stomp to her ribcage! Josie rolls out of the ring as Crimson chases her stomping the whole way.~

Smith: Crimson nearly got her there.

Hood: Tommy continues to taunt her from inside the ring. He has gotten inside her head.

~Barnes hits the apron and screams in frustration. Tommy continues to taunt her even as she slides back in the ring. Crimson grapples her as soon as Josie gets to her feet! He positions her for a pumphandle slam! He lifts her up into the air but she holds on tight! He can’t slam her because of her grip on his head. Barnes adjusts her knees in front of herself against Tommy’s face. She then wraps both arms around Crimson’s head and drops back! The Barnes Effect causes the crowd to pop. Josie grins ear to ear as she hooks a leg!~

Hood: KICKOUT BY TOMMY BOY!

Smith: She almost had him. Josie Barnes isn’t playing around tonight.

~Tommy sits up wide eyed. He nearly lost and knows it. Barnes gets to her feet first then drags Crimson up by his hair! Tommy counters by suddenly whipping her into the ropes! She hits the ropes then comes flying back at Crimson. He catches her by the back of her head then drives it into his knee! The knee smash causes Josie to hit the mat completely dazed.~

Smith: Tommy has the upper hand now.

~Crimson rolls Josie over onto her stomach then bends down to face her on the mat. He locks both of her arms behind her back while laying flat on his back, head to head with Barnes now. He lifts up his hips after locking in his version of cattle mutilation!~

Hood: Crimson has it locked in!

Smith: Josie is already searching for ropes with her legs. She has no choice but to tap here.

~Josie kicks her legs out in every direction. She slowly scoots herself toward the ropes while Crimson continues to apply pressure by lifting and lowering his hips. Josie continues to slowly scoot her way to the ropes. Tommy tries to choke her out but she finally snatches the bottom rope with her left foot! The referee breaks the hold then stands both wrestlers up.~

Smith: Josie did everything she could to break the hold.

Hood: She was mere seconds from tapping.

Smith: You don’t know that.

Hood: Yeah. I do.

~Crimson hovers above Barnes as she catches her breath. He reaches down to grab hold of her but she counters with a quick roll up pin!~

Hood: KICKOUT BY TOMMY CRIMSON!

~Tommy rolls of the ring to get away from Josie after breaking the pin. Barnes watches him as he walks alongside the apron on the outside. Crimson isn’t watching Josie so she climbs the turnbuckle just out from him then waits. Tommy looks back over his shoulder and realizes Barnes isn’t there now. He looks around then finally notices her as she leaps off at him! Josie catches Tommy across the throat with a precise diving elbow! The crowd pops as both wrestlers end up laid out on the outside!~

Smith: WOW! Barnes will do anything here tonight to take down Tommy Crimson!

Hood: A woman scorned. Am I Right?

~The crowd goes wild as the two wrestlers begin to stir. Josie crawls up the ring steps slowly. Tommy climbs up on the apron then uses the bottom rope to pull himself in the ring. The referee stops his count at five when both wrestlers get back in the ring at the same time. Josie wobbles to her feet then slowly walks towards Crimson. She attempts to irish whip Tommy when he gets to his feet but he counters with a whip of his own! Tommy irish whips Barnes into the corner with such force she hits back first! She then falls to a seated position in the corner.~

Hood: I know what he is thinking!!!

~Crimson aims himself at Barnes then charges! He leaps in the air when he’s four feet from her! Tommy lands in a sitting position on Josie with both legs draped over the bottom rope. Crimson begins to bounce up and down, hitting Barnes in the face repeatedly with sharp knee shots! Tommy finally stops and steps out of the ropes and allows Josie to fall face first on the mat. He kicks her over a tad then climbs the top rope. Crimson signals it's time for Josie to be GodBooked then lines her up!~

~The opening lines of “Perfect World” by Guttermouth blares over the PA. A look of true terror crosses the face of The Fury, Tommy Crimson. He jumps down off the top turnbuckle then begins to look around the crowd for Scott Syren! Syren’s music continues to blast while Crimson looks all over completely forgetting about Josie Barnes.~

Smith: IS SYREN HERE!?!

Hood: I don’t see him but that is his music. Wait who is that on the stage?

~Iggy Hardy walks out onto the stage suddenly. He is laughing and pointing at Crimson with his right hand. Tommy notices Iggy is holding a steel chair in his left hand. Josie sneaks up behind Crimson and rolls him up suddenly! The referee drops alongside the two to count as Josie pulls the back of Tommy’s tights to push him even further against the mat~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…JOSIE BARNES!!!!!

Smith: She stole one! Josie becomes the first female to ever pin Tommy Crimson!

Hood: SHE CHEATED!

Smith: Give me a break.

~Crimson is in complete shock. The crowd continues to chant, “FUCK YOU!” at Tommy! Josie rolls out of the ring with her arms raised. She passes by Iggy, who is now at the ring steps.~

Hood: We are getting word that something is wrong in the back!

~The camera cuts to the backstage area. The Blueprint’s locker room door is shut tight. The Big Bifford is propped up against it sitting in the floor. Canon, O’Donnell, Alice and Kira all take turns ramming the door with no success. Inside the locker room they all watch as Iggy slowly climbs in the ring with Tommy still holding the steel chair. Bifford’s weight assures the door won’t as much as budge. The camera cuts back to the ring. Crimson tries to roll out of the ring but he is cut off by Iggy Hardy!~

Smith: BIFFORD IS BLOCKING THE BLUEPRINT LOCKER ROOM DOOR!

Hood: Iggy and Bifford could be working together.

Smith: Ya think?

~Iggy swings the chair at Crimson and nails him across the face with it! Tommy falls to the mat in a pile. Hardy then begins swinging the chair at Crimson over and over while he is laid out on the mat. Iggy is relentless with the chair denting it in all over. Iggy kicks Crimson out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Tommy bounces off the outside floor! Iggy slips through the ropes still holding the now mangled chair. He thinks about swinging at Crimson again but doesn’t. He steps over Tommy then holds both arms high into the air. The crowd goes crazy and Iggy eats it up. He realizes that Tommy is crawling toward him. Hardy is shocked to see Crimson still in pursuit of a fight. Iggy charges back at Crimson and boots him in the forehead! The kick sends Crimson back toward the ring steps! Iggy walks over to Tommy then lifts him up slightly. Hardy carefully places Crimson’s head on the bottom ring step. He then steps back and pulls the chair way back.~

Hood: Security needs to fuckin’ get out here now!

Smith: Too late!

~Hardy swings the chair with all he’s got! The mangled weapon smacks Crimson on the side of the head, smashing his head into the ring step! The chair leaves a huge gash down the side of Tommy’s head! Blood squirts from the open wound as Iggy drops the chair, totally sure he’s killed Tommy Crimson. Hardy begins to walk back up the stage with both arms raised again. He takes his time feeling the heat from the crowd. To Hardy’s utter amazement, Crimson has begun to crawl back toward him again! He is now bleeding badly from his head but has a hand extended out toward Iggy. Hardy looks down at Crimson who continues to crawl at him covered in blood. Iggy begins to freak out and takes off backwards behind the curtain as medics rush in to look Tommy over.~

Smith: Crimson still wants to fight!

Hood: Tommy is even too creepy for Iggy Hardy. Iggy just gave Crimson a real reason to take his belt.

Smith: That he did…that match is setting up to be a violent one. What a scene we’ve just witnessed and we’ve still got so much more left on tonight’s show…so, let’s head backstage

~We cut to EE's office. He's just witnessed the Iggy/Crimson encounter. Barry Man is Low holds a poster advertising the future Crimson/Hardy match~

Barry Man is Low: Now there's a match I can't wait to see...talk about intense!

EE: Yes, that be good match. Doubt is none.

~Barry teeters on a line of topic. He decides to move forward~

Barry man is Low: Tonight should be good as well...

EE: I NO TALK ABOUT TONIGHT

Barry Man is Low: But, sir...even without The Incredible One...you've still got CJ and Meyhu going one on one...that's a match featuring two of the biggest names in the business

EE: I say I no talk about this! Half the event that is main in hospital with tubes in body. Selfish man ruin our event. I no talk about it, okay? Okay!

Barry Man is Low: Technically it isn't half it's only...

~EE gives Barry a menacing, lopsided glare~

Barry Man is Low: Nevermind

~We cut to the ringside area~

Smith: It isn't looking good...we're already on the back half of our broadcast and STILL no sign of TIO

Hood: Guy finds a family and goes all soft...the OLD TIO would be here

Smith: Maybe he would

Hood: This new TIO gets abducted by women...c'mon! Mia Stone must be rolling over in her hammock right now!

Smith: Hammock?

Hood: Ad-lib...grave sounded way too macabre

Smith: Ah! Well...it's time to see one third of our main event in action as CJ O'Donnell takes on Chad Vargas...this one could get personal. Let's head down to ringside

Margarita Mix
“The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell (22-2) vs. “The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas (13-4)

~The opening chords of Lynyrd Skynyrd'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 steel 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’~

Smith: Vargas wants to fight.

Hood: Well CJ came here tonight looking for two fights. So he’s in the right match.

Belvedere: Introducing First, from Everclear County, Tennessee…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 245lbs…. he is a former OCW Champion…“The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas!!!

Hood: Vargas is dangerous. He will look to inflict as much damage as possible to O’Donnell here tonight.

Smith: I bet they get along.

Hood: Ha.

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs…he is the self-proclaimed Iron Man of the OCW…”The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!!!!

Smith: CJ appears completely focused as always.

Hood: He could become OCW Champion later tonight.

~ ”Kings Never Die” by Eminem hits as “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on his face. O’Donnell begins to make his way down to the ring as he begins to heckle some of the fans along the way.~

Hood: The referee comes in to explain the rules of the matchup.

~The referee finishes explain the rules and leaves the two men in the center of the ring in the midst of an epic staredown. The bell rings and both men tie up! They swing each other around the ring. O’Donnell ends up pushing Vargas to the mat. Chad gets right back up and catches a sharp elbow from CJ! The Confederate Icon gets back to his feet then charges at O’Donnell! CJ ducks Vargas then catches him with a drop toe hold! Chad falls face first into the middle turnbuckle. Now sitting up on both knees his throat is laid out across the middle rope. O’Donnell follows up by kicking up on the rope just out from Chad! The shot slingshots Vargas back flat on his back. CJ hooks a leg quickly!~

Smith: Kickout by Chad Vargas! CJ is completely focused.

~CJ comes in at Chad while he is still recovering. Vargas gets to his feet still clutching his throat. O’Donnell charges in and catches a quick kick to the gut! Chad hooks him for a modified evenflow DDT!~

Hood: Snakeskin DDT!

Smith: Chad is still catching his breath.

~O’Donnell gets back to his slow then looks around for Vargas. The Confederate Icon is staring him down from across the ring. CJ grins slightly then charges at Vargas! Chad takes off and lifts his right foot into the air. He catches O’Donnell on the side of the jaw with a huge big boot! The shot causes CJ to do a complete flip! The crowd pops as Chad hooks a leg!~

Smith: KICKOUT!

Hood: Did you see the way he twirled in the air? Goddamn that was crazy.

~CJ leaps to his feet from his back. Vargas watches in disbelief as O’Donnell shakes off the violent shot. A small cut on his bottom lip bleeds. Vargas grins then charges at CJ! O’Donnell cuts him off with a huge forearm shot! O’Donnell then hits another forearm shot! Then another! He works Chad into the corner. Vargas slumps against the top turnbuckle. CJ carefully droops both of Chad’s arms over the top rope to prop him up. CJ climbs up over Chad. He comes to rest standing on the middle rope hovering just above The Confederate Icon. O’Donnell then begins to rain punches down across Chad’s exposed forehead. The crowd counts the shots as CJ blasts Vargas!

~O’Donnell briefly stops his assault to taunt the crowd then continues.~

TEN!

~The crowd pops as CJ then allows Vargas to fall forward. He lands in a pile. O’Donnell follows up by climbing up on the top turnbuckle. He lines himself up then waits. Vargas shakes his head then slowly gets back up to his feet. O’Donnell waits with the patience of Jobe. Chad turns toward CJ just as he leaps off the top turnbuckle! O’Donnell catches Vargas flush with a huge missile dropkick! Chad hits the mat flat on his back. CJ quickly pins Vargas!~

Smith: KICKOUT BY THE CONFEDERATE ICON!

Hood: Let’s see a quick replay of that.

~Hood narrates over a slow motion replay of the dropkick from the top rope. The live action comes back into focus. CJ shakes his head thinking he had Vargas that time. Chad uses the ropes to pull himself up. O’Donnell strikes as soon as Vargas is back to a solid base. He charges at The Confederate Icon full speed! Vargas ducks and pulls the top rope down leading CJ to fly out of the ring!~

Hood: Chad with the counter! The Distinguished One is now on the outside of the ring. The referee begins his count on CJ while Vargas recovers in the corner.

Smith: These two men hate each other.

~Vargas pushes off the corner turnbuckle then points at O’Donnell. CJ slides in the ring and the two men start jawing at each other. The Distinguished gets between Chad and the referee. Vargas notices this and quickly pokes O’Donnell in both eyes using his right index and middle fingers! The referee didn’t see it and now CJ backs away completely blind!~

Smith: CJ can’t see!

Hood: No Shit!

~Vargas runs down CJ and quickly grapples him up. Chad situates O’Donnell’s head between his legs then twists him up into the air! The Pumphandle Slam causes CJ to bounce off the mat. Chad quickly hooks a leg!~

Hood: Kick OUT BY THE DISTINGUISHED!

~O’Donnell holds his back where the pain is most prevalent. Vargas hits the mat with two balled fists with complete frustration. He turns that toward CJ! O’Donnell shakes his head to catch his bearings. Vargas charges full speed at CJ so O’Donnell takes off at him in a game of chicken! At the last possible second, O’Donnell hits the mat flush then slides between Chad’s legs suddenly! Before Vargas can turn around, CJ locks in a rear naked choke!~

Smith: He has that locked in solid! Vargas has nowhere to go here!

Hood: He is reaching for the ropes with little success.

~Both men fall to the mat but O’Donnell holds the choke on tight. There is nowhere for The Confederate Icon to go. Both men are on their backs looking up. O’Donnell continues to apply pressure while Chad flings both legs out! The two men are tangled as CJ gets wild eyed.~

Hood: He’s got that crazy look in his eye!

Smith: Last time we seen that look he nearly hurt Josie Barnes!

~Chad uses his larger frame to roll left. CJ holds on tight through the full roll. They end up back on their backs with the choke hold locked in even tighter. Vargas begins to panic then rolls left again! This time he puts all his body weight against O’Donnell on the mat during the roll. CJ holds on still when Chad reaches out and snatches the bottom rope! The referee rushes in to break the hold.~

Smith: I thought he was going to tap!

Hood: Vargas barely escapes. Now the referee stands up both men and resumes the action!

~Chad holds his throat and now he can’t even speak. CJ laughs then charges back at Vargas! Chad shuffles his feet babyface like and quickly ducks out of the way. O’Donnell came in hot with his left leg extended out! Vargas watches as The Distinguished gets his leg tangled in the corner turnbuckle. Chad bounces off the ropes slightly to slingshot himself right by CJ! Vargas snatches O’Donnell’s head as he passes by for a huge swinging neck breaker! Chad hooks a leg!~

Hood: LEG ON THE ROPE!

~The referee points at CJ’s right foot laid out across the bottom rope. Vargas smacks CJ across the face for breaking the pin. The slap can be heard by most of the front row.~

Smith: What a shot!

Hood: This has a big fight feel to it all the way around.

~Chad knocks the foot off the rope then in frustration pins CJ once again.~

Smith: KICKOUT!

~O’Donnell headbutts Chad in his face after the kickout! Vargas hits one knee. CJ charges toward him but Chad rolls out of the ring. He grins as both feet touch the outside. The false sense of security costs him. O’Donnell hits the ropes then bounces toward Chad at full speed. He leaps over the top rope head first! CJ flies through the air nailing The Confederate Icon with a crowd pleasing suicide dive!~

Crowd: This Is Awesome!

~Chad bounces into the commentator’s table. He slumps down against it holding his side. O’Donnell lands on his feet then walks around the ring to taunt the crowd. The referee begins his count. CJ walks back toward Vargas slowly. Chad is slow to get up. They meet at ringside and immediately begin swapping blows! Both men swing at each other. Vargas knees CJ in the ribs suddenly. Chad then smacks O’Donnell’s head off the side of the apron! Vargas quickly catches CJ after the violent shot. The Confederate Icon then rolls The Distinguished back into the ring.~

Hood: Vargas is back on the offensive now!

Smith: That suicide dive was spectacular!

~Vargas rolls in the ring but is surprised to find CJ back on his feet now facing him. Before Chad can get off one knee, O’Donnell begins kicking the former champion all over. ~

Smith: That’s Distinguished!

~Vargas tries in vain to block the sharp kicks. CJ continues his offensive assault! Finally he catches Chad in the side of the head with his right kneecap! The shot completely dazes Chad Vargas~

Hood: That knee shot was fucking brutal!

Smith: Yes it was. Wow.

~O’Donnell follows up by whipping Vargas into the corner! The Confederate Icon hits in the corner full force face first. CJ quickly comes up behind Vargas and lifts him up. The smaller wrestler pushes Chad up on the top turnbuckle then drapes each leg over the top rope. The Confederate Icon is still dazed when The Distinguished balances himself on the top rope. He hovers over Chad then reaches down to wrap both of his arms around Vargas. The crowd lights up with camera flashes as CJ falls back! The Distinguished Plex from the top rope shakes the entire ring! Vargas hits lifeless in the center of the ring. The high flying maneuver took its toll on CJ as well. He holds his back alongside a still stirring Chad. Vargas is still dazed but somehow manages to get to his feet. He wobbles around the ring trying in vain to gain his balance. Finally Chad hits one knee and begins to shake his head. O’Donnell comes charging in with a running high knee! IRISH KNOWLEDGE!~

Smith: IRISH KNOWLEDGE! IRISH KNOWLEDGE!

Hood: CJ HOOKS A LEG!

Belvedere: Here is your winner…. “THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!

Hood: CJ has defeated Chad Vargas here on Monday Night Massacre!

Smith: What a match! The crowd loved it.

Hood: Now CJ has one more match tonight. He will face The Incredible One and The World Champion Matt Meyhu in a triple threat match.

Smith: For the OCW Championship! It should be a match of the year candidate…however, we have a few more items to get through before our main event…so let’s head backstage!

~ The camera cuts backstage and you see “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell leaning up against the locker room SUPER FRESH after his victory of his arch nemesis Chad Vargas in the Jimmy Buffet’s Margarita Mix. CJ turns around and notices that both Canon and Crimson are standing there. Tommy has a bandage wrapped around his head after that onslaught earlier in the evening by Iggy Hardy. ~

CJ O’Donnell: “Should I be worried that both of you have shit eating grins on your face right now?”

~ Neither Curt nor Tommy say a word to CJ. ~

CJ O’Donnell: “You guys are making this extremely awkward. Tommy what the fuck happened? How could you let Iggy Hardy of all people distract you? And Jesus Christ could you get a bigger bandage I don’t think it is big enough.”

~Tommy slides the bandage off his head. The gash above his ear now sewn shut now. The gash looks horrific.~

Crimson: “I’m gonna take Hardy’s belt. I think he’s upset about it.

CJ O’Donnell: “Yeah that is pretty obvious. But you fell for the oldest trick in the book. I thought this was going to be the night when the blueprint of the OCW will be changed forever. No more part timer wrestlers getting these special privileges. You want something in OCW you have to earn it. I think you scared Bifford also as he has been as quiet as a fucking mouse.”

Crimson: “Fuck Bifford. We got bigger fish to fry here tonight.

~Tommy looks up at CJ then over at Canon.~

Crimson: “This is still the night The Blueprint changed “wrestling” forever. We aren’t fuckin’ done just yet. Hardy cost me, yeah. I hate to fuckin’ lose to some random stupid bitch but it happened. Hardy then tried to kill me afterwards. But.. I am still standing here by your side willing to do anything to make sure you walk out with that top strap tonight.”

~Crimson whips out the hand painted baseball bat. “Don’t Name Drop!” reads proudly down the side. He stares at it with real love in his eyes. Canon looks over Crimson, and smirks.~

Canon: “Awwww Tommy, that’s cute, you brought a date to tonight's festivities.”

~Curt then looks over and stares at CJ.~

Canon:” Crimson has a point Caleb….tonight the landscape of OCW will start to change, and start to follow the new blueprint. That happens with you winning what you rightfully deserve and we will make sure no one who shouldn't be involved gets involved.”

CJ O’Donnell: “I am not worried about people getting involved. There is a reason why we aligned together. We want to take OCW to that next level of greatness. Fuck these part timers who do just the basis to earn that paycheck. Fuck the champions who are too scared to defend their strap. When I win the OCW Title tonight I will not miss any show. It doesn't matter if I am booked on it or not you will always see my face. You have a problem with that then anyone in the back can try and do something about it.”

~Crimson fist bumps CJ then Canon. He hands the bat to Curt.~

Crimson: “Tonight is the night everything changes around here. You initiate that personally by beating those two boardwalk sympathizers. The reign of The Blueprint began with you and here tonight you legitimize us like nothing else can. I’ll die out there deep in the shit if it means you walk out champ.”

CJ O’Donnell: “Then we die together because I am not leaving this arena without that OCW Title around my waist. It is time to start fucking shit up and becoming that virus without a cure.”

~Curt looks the bat over in his hands, and gives it a few practice swings.~

Canon:” She’s nice, but she’s a little too heavy for my liking.”

~Curt hands the bat back to Crimson.~

Canon:”I don’t know why you two are getting all morbid, the only thing that is going to die tonight is the old OCW. We are unstable, we are unstoppable. The problem with you and the Aptitude was that you were 3 guys all out for yourselves. We are 3 guys who have the same mindset, the same goals and priorities.Tonight you win OCWs top prize, in a few weeks Tommy will take the Savage title, and soon after the rest of OCW will slowly start to follow The Blueprint that we laid before them.”

~A small television sits on a table just out from the three men and two ladies. Hood and Smith narrate Iggy Hardy’s escape from the arena. Crimson swings the bat through the television! The tv begins to crackle and smoke on the floor. Tommy then turns back around to face Canon and O’Donnell.~

Crimson: “He’s right.”

Canon: “Of course I am.”

CJ O’Donnell: “Who better than Canon?”

Canon: “No one, and everybody will soon start to realize that, but tonight is about you Caleb.”

Crimson: “Tonight we begin to build our legacy together as a team. These Motherfucker’s Ain’t Got “It” Like We Got “It”.”

CJ O’Donnell: “Tonight isn't about me just winning the OCW Title it is about us doing what is best for OCW even if Marcus Welsh doesn't see it himself. He is a smart businessman but he is giving the wrong people numerous opportunities. He needs to trust in the Blueprint.”

~ With those words the camera goes back to ringside with Hood and Smith. ~

Smith: I still can't get over the fact Curt Canon is aligning himself with CJ...Tommy Crimson, okay...but not dear Curt

Hood: Dear Curt...why did you turn heel? Oh, I get it...because you got your ass kicked as a face!

Smith: That's a bit harsh

Hood: Strength in numbers, Smith. Plus...what's wrong with changing things up if you're struggling?

Smith: Curt's just one of the good guys, Hood. If he can turn heel then...I dare not say it

Hood: Alice?

Smith: I WON'T ENTERTAIN SUCH NEFARIOUS THOUGHTS! Let's move on this instant...Bob Grenier and Lukas Emery are up next!

Margarita Mix
Bob Grenier (10-6) vs. Lukas Emery (7-2)

~Smart Went Crazy begins echoes throughout the arena and Bob Grenier makes his way out to a nice ovation. He slaps the hands of his fans while he mouths the words of the song to himself, about halfway 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 sit's on the top turnbuckle silently awaiting his opponent~

Smith: Bob looks ready for the challenge ahead.

Hood: He has no respect for his opponent. Zero. None.

Smith: I saw that promo. That is a fact.

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is part of the Margarita Mix tournament! Making his way to the ring, from Timmins, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 222lbs… BOB GRENIER!

Hood: Here comes Lukas Emery!

Smith: He will look to bounce back in this matchup.

Hood: No Shit.

~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 an are of the stage, and Lukas Emery slowly makes his way out onto the stage, wearing his black tank top and blue jeans~

Smith: Lukas is yet to look at Bob.

Hood: I think that dude is wearing mascara.

Belvedere: And his opponent… 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 stares down his opponent~

Hood: There he finally looked at Bob. Are you happy?

Smith: Yes. The referee comes in to explain the rules of the matchup. Here. We. Go.

~Grenier slaps Emery across the face! Lukas backs up a bit while holding his jaw. Bob quickly furthers his offense by lifting Emery up then delivering a ring rattling fall away slam~

Smith: Grenier goes for a quick roll up!

Hood: Emery quickly kicks out!

~Lukas elbows Bob in the face while the two are still tangled on the mat. Emery gets back to his feet before Grenier. He then knees Bob in the face while Grenier is attempting to get up. Bob flies back and gets tangled in the ropes~

Hood: Emery with some offense here in the early going!

Smith: Bob is now tangled in the ropes! Both arms are locked by the top rope and middle rope now!

~Grenier struggles to get free while Emery slowly creeps up on him. Bob continues to fight to free himself when a sharp chops smacks him across the chest~

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO

~Lukas continues with sharp chops across the unprotected chest of Bob Grenier. Red marks appear all over his chest as Lukas continues to chop away! Bob kicks Emery off then precisely kicks him in the face when Lukas charges back in~

Smith: Emery is looking for a fight!

~The sharp kick keeps Emery off briefly enough for Bob to get back to his feet. Lukas charges in again but Grenier counters with a quick solid kick to Emery’s gut! Bob catches him as Lukas slightly bends forward from the kick. Grenier hooks Lukas for what looks like a suplex! Bob however, only lifts Emery up slightly. He drapes Lukas legs on across the top rope. Grenier then twists his body as he drops down on the mat. The Dragon Screw Neck Whip causes the crowd to pop! Bob follows up quickly by hooking a leg~

Hood: ONE!

Smith: TWO!

Hood: KICK OUT! SO CLOSE!

~Emery kicks out at the last possible second. Grenier grins at Lukas as he gets back to his feet. Emery is now down on one knee shaking his head to catch his bearings. Bob comes charging at Lukas suddenly! He kicks Emery in the face with a huge boot! The lick causes Emery to turn completely around now facing the turnbuckle. Grenier quickly follows up by wrapping both of his arms around Lukas from behind! He lifts him high into the air in a silhouette of camera flashes. The german suplex rattles the entire ring. Bob holds on after the impact then slowly stands himself back up while still holding Emery. He quickly lifts him high into the air again with another huge german suplex~

Smith: I wonder if the German’s call a vertical suplex, an “american suplex”?

Hood: I doubt it. Those fuckers don’t give anyone credit for anything.

~Grenier smacks the mat with a bit of frustration. Emery uses the ropes to slowly pull himself up. Bob slowly walks over toward Lukas. Emery comes to life suddenly then hits Bob right between the eyes with a solid right~

Hood: He was playing possum!

~Grenier becomes completely enraged and attempts to tackle Lukas. Emery counters with a DDT that slams Bob’s head flush against the mat with real force. Lukas rushes to the corner turnbuckle as Grenier rolls over onto his back. Emery climbs quickly to the top turnbuckle then swings around to face out at Bob. He leaps off and double foot stomps Grenier from the top rope! The crowd pops as Lukas hooks a leg~

Smith: ONE!

Hood: KICKOUT! Bob Grenier has no quit in him!

~Bob rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Lukas gives chase and rolls out right behind him! The two men face off on the outside of the ring. Bob and Lukas both begin throwing left and right punches at each other! The crowd cheers the effort of both men. Grenier gets the upperhand with a huge knee shot to the rib cage of Emery! Lukas stumbles back against the apron. He backs toward the ring steps as Grenier comes charging in. Bob bicycle kicks Lukas in the face with all he has got! The shot sends Emery back! Lukas lands laid out across the ring steps in a pile. Bob riles up the crowd as he slowly mockingly trots toward Emery. Grenier leaves Emery laid out across the steps and rolls back in the ring. Lukas ends up on the bottom two steps after he slips a bit. The slight slip gives Bob a dangerous idea. The referee begins his count on Lukas as Grenier climbs the top turnbuckle closest to the ring steps~

Hood: What is he thinking?

Smith: I believe he is going to try to hurt Emery right here.

~Grenier carefully lines himself up then leaps off the top rope. The moonsault wows the crowd. Bob hits maneuver with precise aim. Grenier’s only mistake was not giving himself enough room leading him to bust his chin on the top step! Both men are now laid out on the outside of the ring. The crowd cheers after the high flying maneuver~

Smith: OH MAH GAWD! Did you see that!? Bob just put it all on the line!

Hood: That one cost him. He busted his chin against that top ring step.

~Emery rolls off the steps and somehow ends up back on his feet. Grenier shakes to life with a mouthful of blood. He spits it out on the floor then crawls up the ring steps. The referee’s count reaches six before Emery breaks it. Grenier spits out more blood before he rolls back into the ring still dazed a bit. Lukas clutches at his back after the brutal moonsault. Emery notices Grenier is back in the ring now laid out on his belly. Lukas wobbles toward Bob and grapples a leg up. Emery locks in the sharpshooter! Grenier reaches in every direction for any rope with no success~

Hood: Bob is in real trouble now! Emery has locked that sharpshooter in away from all ropes. Bob is going to have to crawl all the way across the ring to break this!

Smith: He may tap here.

~Bob thrashes around while Emery continues to hover just above Grenier’s back. Lukas applies more pressure by lowering himself slowly to inflict as much damage as possible. Bob stops thrashing and focuses on the ropes. The pain is intense but he digs both his elbows into the mat. Blood drips down his chin to the mat from his busted mouth. Bob begins to crawl slow toward the bottom rope. He reaches and it is so far. The crowd goes crazy as he digs in again to creep forward. Bob leaves a blood trail as he drags himself and Emery closer to the ropes~

Smith: Uh-oh! Bob just went limp!

~Grenier appears to pass out as Lukas sits down even further now nearly touching Bob’s back. The referee rushes in to life Bob’s right arm up. He does so then drops it flat on the mat. The referee then lifts his arm once more. He drops it once more and it lands flush on the mat~

Hood: This could be it, Ladies and Gentlemen!

Smith: If his arm hits that mat again this one is over.

~The referee drops Grenier’s hand once more and gravity pulls it down toward the mat. Just before his hand slaps the mat, Bob comes to life. The crowd explodes as Grenier now drags himself toward the bottom rope with renewed vigor~

Smith: Emery continues to punish Bob Grenier with his version of the sharpshooter!

Hood: Bob completely dismissed Lukas before this match.

~Grenier reaches out with one last lunge! He snatches the bottom rope and the referee rushes in to break the hold. Emery then begins to circle Grenier with violent intentions~

Hood: Bob is still bleeding from his busted mouth.

Smith: He will need stitches after this one.

~The referee rushes in to check on Grenier. Bob assures he can continue. Grenier situates himself between the referee and Lukas who is told to stand down until the referee checked on Bob. Grenier lifts his right left swiftly. Bob’s foot nearly lifts Emery off the mat from behind! The referee completely misses the cheap shot. The crowd pops as Bob falls back across Lukas~

Smith: ONE!

Hood: KICKOUT! Fuck! That had to hurt.

~Grenier waits for Lukas to get up on one knee. He charges at Emery full speed and hits a swinging neck breaker that shakes the entire ring. Bob jumps back to his feet then begins to work the crowd. Grenier spits blood more blood out of his mouth. He smiles at the camera in the corner with a wide bloody smile~

Smith: Creepy.

Hood: Never count out Bobby G!

~Grenier turns back around and is surprised by a headbutt from Lukas out of nowhere! Emery irish whips Bob into the ropes then takes off behind him a step or two. Bob bounces off the ropes then immediately into Lukas! Emery lifts him up high into the air then drives Bob deep into the canvas! Lukas quickly gets to his feet. He sets up Bob for the Light of Emery, laying him out across his extended left knee. Grenier comes to life then flips backwards onto his feet now out of Lukas’s grasp. Bob catches Emery as he tries to stand up! Grenier quickly grapples Lukas up situating his head between Bob’s legs. He lifts Lukas up then spins~

Smith: CHULA VISTA DIRTBOMB! This one could be over, Ladies and Gentlemen!

Hood: Grenier hooks a leg!

3!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…BOB GRENIER!!!!!

Smith: Grenier wins it! He continues to show the type of life and success that made him an OCW Champion in 2015

Hood: He’s got a shot in the Mix…as good a shot as anyone at this point

Smith: Indeed…and a tough loss for Lukas…he just seems to be struggling at this point in his OCW career. Hopefully he can get his situation fixed…OCW is a stronger place with a focused Lukas Emery

Hood: Fuck yea

Smith: And on that poetic note…let’s head backstage!

~We cut backstage where Who'Re is standing by~

Who'Re: Hey guys! Well it's just about main event time and I'm being told someone recently entered TIO's locker room! So let's see if it's the man himself!

~Who'Re knocks on the locker room door. Someone stumbles around. The camera pans to the floor...we can tell the lights are off inside~

Who'Re: Well this is weird...

~Who'Re tries the knob and opens the door. She's met with darkness~

Who'Re: Hello? Who's in here? This is OCW's lead reporter, Who'Re! Whoever you are, I'd appreciate it if you - AHHH!

~Who'Re is startled by JACK PUFFER. He emerges from the dark, looking all confused. He reaches around, grasping at the side of the doorway for support~

Who'Re: Jack Puffer! Were you searching for TIO?

Jack Puffer: I'm trying to find the bathroom. I must have stepped into the wrong - wait a minute, what was that...TIO IS MISSING? THIS SOUNDS LIKE A CASE FOR JACK PUFFER!

~A renewed Jack Puffer takes off in search of TIO. Who'Re flips on the lights. TIO's room is empty...the pristine appearance tells us it hasn't been used all evening. She shrugs at the camera~

Who'Re: Guys...it appears as though TIO will, unfortunately, be unable to make it for tonight's main event...back to you...

~Who'Re hangs her head with sadness. The crowd boos. We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Folks… it is now time for our scheduled main event.

Hood: And?

Smith: Unfortunately, well, you saw the report. It's looking like there will be no TIO for tonight's main event.

Hood: Son of a bitch. I know this match with Meyhu and O’Donnell is still going to rock – but with TIO it had match of the year written all over it.

Smith: Indeed, we do hope for the best for TIO as he recovers from his kidnapping.

Hood: On with the—

Smith: Wait… I’m being told some breaking news!

Hood: AND?!

Smith: TIO left the hospital only fifteen minutes ago!

Hood: SON OF A BITCH! Cutting it close!

~The cameras cut from the announce team to the outside of the Arena, where the production truck sits. A yellow taxi cab speeds into the loading bay as it stops right near the back entrance to the locker room area. After a couple moments, the back door to the car flies open and out pops TIO, looking worse for wear, to a monumental reaction from the crowd. He’s got his ring gear on but looks disheveled and exhausted~

Smith: He’s here! TIO has made it!

Hood: Triple threat time baby YEAH!

~TIO starts marching towards the door and enters the arena. The camera cuts again to a cameraman in the back, scurrying down the hall to get to where TIO is at. TIO is furiously making his way down through the locker room as he passes the Eastern European. He stops for a moment to give the man a death stare, before pretending to come at him, which causes the EE to cower in fear. TIO laughs as he shakes his head and starts making his way to the stage as we cut back to ringside~

OCW Championship
Triple Threat
“The Marvel” Matt Meyhu © (14-1) vs. “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell (22-2) vs. The Incredible One (14-3)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!! This match is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall and it is for the OCW CHAMPIONSHIP!

~“Ten Thousand Fists” by Disturbed hits!! The arena, like an abrupt change in channels, jumps to their feet with a thunderous ovation. A ‘TIO’ chant fills the OCW Arena. TIO emerges from behind the curtain. It’s obvious how much the moment means to him. Despite his physical condition he remains focused…he stares down the ramp, at the ring. TIO heads down the ramp and slides into the ring. He pops to his feet and encourages the crowd that continues to chant his name~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs…he is an OCW Hall of Famer…he is…The Incredible One!!!

~”Kings Never Die” by Eminem begins to play. The crowd doesn’t wait long. The minute the song starts up they express their vitriol for The Distinguished One. CJ emerges from behind the curtain. He’s in great looking condition for a man who wrestled earlier in the evening. It appears he has no lingering injuries or noticeable fatigue. He takes in the boos, unaffected. He reaches the ringside area and rushes up the steps. He enters in through the ropes~

Belvedere: Introducing next, from Boston, Massachusetts…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs… “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!!!

~CJ beats on his chest, fired up. He yells something about it being ‘HIS TIME’. The crowd continues to boo him out of the building. That’s when…~

“LA…. LA, LA LA… Wait till I get my money right…”

~ “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West fills the Arena. Both TIO and CJ turn and face the entrance way. The crowd pauses, quieting down. The OCW Champion, Matt Meyhu tears through the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp. Everyone looks on, in awe of the champ. TIO and CJ look at one another…they place aside their differences for the time being. Pyro goes off around Meyhu…he extends his arms, the OCW Title is secured, tightly around his waist. The crowd moves beyond their initial awe and begin to boo. Meyhu smiles. He faces the ring and points at both CJ and TIO. He walks, confidently down the ramp~

Belvedere: And their opponent, coming down the ramp…from Chicago, Illinois…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 240lbs…he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING OCW CHAMPION…he is ‘THE MARVEL’ MATT MEYHU!!!

~Meyhu pauses at the steps. The fans at ringside are yelling all kinds of derogatory comments. He looks at them, shakes his head and blows them off. He heads up the steps and enters into the ring. He unhooks the OCW Title and holds it up high! The crowd boos. He walks toward CJ, flashing the title in his face. CJ grinds his teeth and clenches his fist. Meyhu turns and heads toward TIO, doing the same. TIO looks up at the title, remaining far more composed, at least externally than CJ. Meyhu then walks over to Belvedere and hands him the title. He points out a few blemishes on the cover, possibly having been attained while walking to the ring. He asks Belvedere to clean it up before he gets it back~

Hood: What a champ! Always ensuring the title looks its best

Smith: Are you kidding me? Arrogance at its finest…asking the great Belvedere to shine his belt? What a jerk! Who’s to say he’ll even be champion when this match is over anyway?

Hood: Did you see the reaction? Did you see his entrance? He’s the Marvel, Smith! He’s the man! That’s what an OCW Champion looks like…take it in!

~Belvedere, the most professional man in the history of human existence, takes the belt and exits the ring. Meyhu saunters into his corner, looking very confident. He leans back, eyeing both TIO and CJ. The crowd has ceased the booing…they are all on their feet, eager for the match to begin. The bell rings. The crowd goes wild~

Smith: Here we go, Hood! The Aptitude is about to explode!

Hood: I don’t know about that…but I will say the entire story of The Aptitude has led to this. Three men hell bent on domination. Three men looking to own a federation. They joined forces for selfish, personal gain…and, well, here we are.

Smith: Everybody knew these three couldn’t co-exist forever…it was only a matter of time. But, sitting here, looking back on everything that’s happened…I have to consider the venture a wild success.

Hood: Oh yea, they’ve been the centerpiece of OCW for the majority of 2017.

Smith: And tonight…one of them will walk out, OCW Champion

Hood: Both CJ and TIO have to defeat the champ, Smith. That is not going to be easy…shit, I think it’s impossible. I don’t think anyone in OCW can defeat Meyhu.

Smith: We’re about to find out.

Hood: Yes, yes we are

~We our shown a screen shot, in the bottom right portion of our broadcast of a masked wrestler in the backstage area, keeping a close watch on the OCW Title match. The crowd immediately pops when they recognize him~

Smith: That’s PRYDE

Hood: He’s backstage?

Smith: Yes, the OCW Survivor winner who…if he chooses, can cash in his victory for an OCW Title shot is backstage keeping a close watch on this triple threat

Hood: I didn’t think he wanted to cash in…I heard rumors he might hand the title shot over to Maurako

Smith: Well, I don’t know about any of that…all I can say is Pryde enjoys winning championships and, well, he’s got a great opportunity if he chooses to use it

~The view of Pryde goes away. We are back, fully focused on the match. CJ and TIO turn their attentions toward one another. CJ yells across the ring, sarcastically, “Hey, Dad!” TIO’s face becomes red. He doesn’t like his family being mocked. TIO steps out of his corner…as does CJ. The two men meet in the middle, jawing back and forth. Meyhu points at them, laughing…he continues to lean back, relaxed in his corner~

Smith: C’mon, guys…this isn’t the way to begin things!

Hood: The hot headed CJ and the emotional TIO might make this an easy win for Meyhu. If they tear each other apart…Meyhu can just sit back and pick up what’s left.

Smith: Yep, you cannot ignore the champ in this situation. He’s the champ for a reason

Hood: Because he’s superior in every way, Smith

~CJ and TIO suddenly turn and look at Meyhu. Meyhu stops laughing. CJ and TIO rush at the champ! The crowd goes wild! CJ and TIO pummel Meyhu with punches! Meyhu’s body writhes around in the corner. He’s unable to escape – he’s trapped! The crowd begins a ‘FUCK HIM UP’ chant! CJ works on the midsection and lower body, throwing knees and kicks. TIO grabs a handful of Meyhu’s hair with his left hand and drills right fist after right fist into his forehead. In short – they are kicking his ass~

Smith: There we go! That’s using your heads!

Hood: This is terrible! This would be like if Grimace and the Hamburglar went ape shit on Ronald and took him down…we can’t lose the face of our franchise, Smith!

Smith: Interesting analogy

Hood: Sorry, I had a fevered dream during nap time earlier about MCRIB. McDonalds has been on the brain

~Meyhu finally does something…it isn’t much…but it beats getting pummeled. He’s able to turn around, giving TIO and CJ his back. TIO motions for CJ to back away…surprisingly, CJ does. Meyhu is leaning against the top buckle, breathing heavily. He’s already absorbed tremendous punishment. TIO pulls his arms back, hooks them and he tosses Meyhu over his head with a Release Tiger Suplex! Meyhu lands on his head! He rolls over, into an upright, seated position. CJ charges in, drilling a knee into Meyhu’s face!! Instinctively, Meyhu rolls out of the ring, falling harshly to the outside. The crowd is going wild. CJ and TIO head toward the ropes, looking down, over the top rope at the battered champion~

Smith: The champ is down!

Hood: Fucking hell…there goes the federation

Smith: Are you kidding? TIO or…*gags*…CJ would make a great champion

Hood: Following up Meyhu is like following up Lombardi…or Nick Saban…there is no replacement…ugh, this is why we can’t have nice things, Smith

~CJ thrusts a side elbow at TIO’s head. TIO, however, catches it! He shakes his head, looking at CJ as if to say, “I’m not stupid.” CJ is stuck in a vulnerable state. TIO spins him around and hooks CJ around the waist, dragging him near the center of the ring. Scruff is out of position. CJ throws his right leg back, drilling TIO in the crotch! CJ runs for the ropes, he bounces off and flies through the air with Irish Knowledge! TIO catches him! He hoists him up for That Damn Incredible!! CJ this TIO in the head with a few downward elbow strikes…right into the vulnerable spot Mack opened up a few weeks earlier. TIO’s grip loosens…CJ flips over TIO’s head, landing on his feet. They are back to back…both men turn around and are at a stale mate. The crowd gives them a strong ovation~

Smith: With Meyhu down both CJ and TIO had the same idea…take advantage and win this thing early

Hood: Yea, but they know each other so well…it’s going to be hard to ‘surprise’ anyone in this match with a finisher

Smith: Indeed…punishment must be doled out before a finish can take place…dull the senses…weaken the resolve

Hood: Fuck yea, now you’re talking!

~Meyhu slides into the ring, slowly. He reaches his feet. CJ and TIO turn, spotting the OCW Champion. Another unspoken truce is made. Meyhu leans against the ropes, resting. TIO and CJ sprint for the champ…CJ suddenly lags. TIO hits Meyhu with a clothesline!! Meyhu goes over the top rope, tumbling to the ground. Before TIO can turn around, he’s drilling in the back of the right knee with a kick! TIO hobbles around…CJ leaps into the air, places both legs in TIO’s face and busts him with a codebreaker!!! TIO hits the mat, holding his face in pain. The crowd boos~

Smith: Well, Meyhu is, again, outside the ring…but this time CJ has sole ownership of the upper hand

Hood: He’s a sneaky fucker…but that’s why he’s the #1 contender!

Smith: Indeed…and he could be the eventual Margarita Mix winner

Hood: He’s kicking ass, Smith…kicking ass and taking names!

~CJ pops back to his feet and stomps on TIO, keeping him down. The negative fan reaction seems to energize him. He reaches down and grabs TIO by the hair, smashing him in the face with a straight right hand. CJ drags TIO near the center of the ring. He hurries for the nearest corner…he hops to the top, looking down at TIO. He leaps off, bringing his knees to his chest…he gets tremendous elevation. He starts to descend…he extends his legs right into TIO’s gut!! It’s a vicious, high altitude double foot stomp!! TIO kicks his legs and rolls around…he’s almost heaving from the impact. CJ remains seated on the mat, working his knees back and forth~

Smith: CJ with tremendous elevation

Hood: Looked like he was going for the world’s greatest cannonball

Smith: I can’t believe it’s already August and I’ve yet to hit the community pool

Hood: Nice to see you’ve been so philanthropic this summer!

Smith: Your sarcasm is not appreciated

~Meyhu’s blurred shape rises, leaning against the barricade. CJ turns, staring down the champion. Our vision focuses, getting a sharpened view of The Marvel. CJ returns to his feet. He heads near the ropes, looking down at the champ. TIO sits up, holding his abdomen, continuing to wince in pain. CJ turns around, he sprints at TIO and drills him in the face with a penalty kick!!! TIO flattens out on the mat. CJ continues to run, he hits the ropes, bounces off and charges in Meyhu’s direction. He dives through the middle and top rope with a suicide dive!! He spears head first right into Meyhu, almost jackknifing his back against the top of the barricade!!! The crowd pops for the move!! CJ falls back, on the floor, grabbing his head and neck in pain. Meyhu almost goes over the barricade, into the crowd…gravity pulls him back to the safe side of the barricade where he falls, face first onto the floor~

Smith: CJ O’Donnell is off to a fast start…he’s in clear control of this contest

Hood: No kidding…this might not even BE a contest…CJ could just win this thing without breaking much of a sweat

Smith: What a letdown that would be

Hood: Not if you’re a CJ fan!

Smith: I’m a fan of OCW…a fan of that legendary championship…I don’t want to see it won in short order…it has to be earned.

Hood: Who gives a shit if this match is five minutes or five hours…the fucking guy has earned it

Smith: Let’s hope it isn’t five hours

Hood: Finally, common ground

~CJ rotates his right arm back and forth, loosening up the shoulder. He returns to his feet and snares Meyhu. With more aggression than most, CJ hurls Meyhu into the ring, under the bottom rope. He hops onto the apron and steps in through the ropes…he kicks at Meyhu’s body, rolling him across the ring like a person would kick a rolled up rug. Meyhu nears a corner. CJ backs away, measuring the champ up~

Smith: I think we all know what CJ’s got on his mind

Hood: Ruby Rose!

Smith: No. Irish Knowledge

Hood: Oh, yea, that too

Smith: The ego of CJ O’Donnell has driven him toward the notion of pinning the champ to win the belt. That’s what he wants…not only to claim the OCW Title but to pin the great Matt Meyhu in the process.

Hood: Makes sense to me

~Meyhu sits up, in perfect position to get kneed in the face. CJ yells and charges at The Marvel. He gets halfway there before a giant blur wipes him out with a spear!! It’s TIO! TIO takes CJ down, to the mat with a huge spear! The crowd reacts with a loud “OOOHH!!” CJ hits the mat hard, holding his shoulder. TIO sits against the bottom rope, continuing to hold onto his midsection…his breathing is labored~

Smith: What a spear!

Hood: I didn’t know TIO could move that fast

Smith: You don’t get to this level without being an incredible athlete. It does appear as though he’s suffered some kind of rib injury…they might be bruised.

Hood: Yea, well CJ did jump onto them from like thirty feet in the air

Smith: It wasn’t thirty

~TIO returns to his feet, rubbing his right ribcage. He heads over to CJ who is clutching his right shoulder. CJ throws a kick at TIO’s leg…TIO catches it! He drags CJ away from the ropes, snares his other leg and stomps right into CJ’s gut. He bends over, pulling CJ by the hair, to his feet. He hoists CJ up, over his head for a Gorilla Press Slam. He walks toward a corner and THROWS CJ over the corner…the buckles, post, everything! The crowd gasps. CJ’s body falls, front first, ONTO THE STEPS! There is a loud CLANG! CJ’s body goes limp…it rolls, roughly, down the steps, depositing at the bottom. The fans chant “HOLY SHIT”~

Smith: Oh my goodness! I’m no CJ fan but that was a bit much

Hood: Shades of the old TIO there…zero fucks given!

Smith: Indeed…after everything he’s been through…combined with CJ’s relentless behavior early on, I’m sure that was a great stress reliever

Hood: That or he’s trying to become Chad Vargas’ best friend!

~TIO, perhaps taken back by his actions a bit, remains facing the corner, looking down at CJ’s wrecked body. Meyhu sneaks up behind TIO, crawling…he rolls TIO up! The crowd freaks out! Scruff slides in, making the count~

KICK OUT!

Smith: Meyhu nearly stole the win!

Hood: Meyhu doesn’t steal anything…how dare you say such things about that great man

Smith: Okay, well it would have been a cheap win

Hood: Fuck no…they beat the SHIT out of him. Nothing cheap about it…you’re acting like he just hid under the ring throughout the entire first portion

~Meyhu scrambles to his feet immediately after being kicked off. TIO hurries to his feet, a split second behind Meyhu. Meyhu charges at TIO with a lariat…TIO ducks and turns around, trying to hook Meyhu for another Tiger Suplex. Meyhu throws his head back, slamming his skull into TIO’s nose! TIO backs up. Meyhu kicks his foot out, placing it onto the middle buckle…he kicks off, providing enough momentum to spin around and drill TIO in the face with a Roaring Elbow!! TIO hits the mat, holding his face in pain~

Smith: And, just like that…The Marvel is in control

Hood: Talent always shines through, Smith

Smith: That’s the truth, Hood…OCW is where talent surpasses all.

Hood: Yep…no booking shenanigans here…well, aside from shenanigans of the WEAK ASS variety

~Meyhu pulls TIO up and knees him in the right ribcage. TIO winces, gasping for air. Meyhu hoists TIO over his back in the ALABAMA SLAM position. He charges toward a corner and ALABAMA SLAMS TIO into the buckles!!! TIO stumbles out, right into Meyhu’s grasp. He’s got TIO hooked for Ego Trip!! TIO freaks out…he throws elbows into Meyhu’s head, staggering Meyhu’s base. Meyhu holds on, relentless. TIO is able to block Meyhu from performing the Ego Trip with his leg…so, Meyhu calls an audible. He hoists TIO up and drills him into the mat with a Rock Bottom!! He goes for the cover, Scruff counts~

Kick Out!

Smith: Another kickout from TIO…he’s averted two near falls

Hood: Yea, an Alabama Slam into the corner…ouch

Smith: Definitely rattled his equilibrium…just goes to show how well scouted The Ego Trip is…he knew what Meyhu was going for without full mental faculties

Hood: Well, I mean Meyhu did plant his face into the Louisiana dirt with it like two or three times

~Meyhu returns to his feet. He’s frustrated but determined – a man doesn’t reach his level of success by giving up. He pulls TIO up and tosses him over the top rope…TIO lands roughly on the outside. Meyhu steps through the ropes but doesn’t go in TIO’s direction. Instead, he goes after CJ~

Smith: Smart move by The Marvel…CJ took that terrible fall a few moments ago…he might be incapable of kicking out

Hood: Always picking on CJ

Smith: I’m just saying…I would also like to mention how impressive TIO’s performance has been tonight given his recent medical issues

Hood: I bet he said fuck sobriety…being raped by an ugly woman will do that to a man

~CJ is laid up against the side of the steps. Red marks are all over the portions of his abs and chest that are covered by tattoos. Fortunately, he’s not cut open anywhere…just irritation marks. Meyhu tosses a swift kick into CJ’s chest, gauging his level of fight. CJ barely responds. Meyhu grabs CJ by the hair and hoists him over his head…he tosses CJ into the ring, through the middle and top rope. Meyhu clubs up onto the apron. CJ lands flat on his stomach and chest. Meyhu steps in through the ropes and snares CJ by the hair once more…he’s going about things with a very confident, somewhat haphazard swagger~

Smith: CJ might be incapacitated…however, Meyhu is playing a dangerous game

Hood: I hear he enjoys playing Russian Roulette

Smith: My goodness, I hope our champion isn’t playing such a reckless game!

Hood: Would you be that appalled if you heard Liam Zua was a Russian roulette fan?

Smith: No comment

~Meyhu hooks CJ for the Ego Trip…the crowd rises with the expectation that he’s going to hit it. He’s got the move set up. Suddenly, CJ grabs hold of Meyhu’s right arm and locks in a Kimura! Meyhu instantly drops to his knees. CJ has it sunk in deep. Meyhu tries fighting CJ off but, in doing so, allows CJ to sink it in deeper. So, he goes from fighting CJ off to preventing the move from doing any further damage. CJ eventually is able to get on his back, pulling Meyhu forward. The crowd is anxious with anticipation. Scruff slides in, asking Meyhu if he wants to give it up. Meyhu’s arm is bend and at the point of injury. He fights through, doing whatever he can to keep his arm from snapping. Scruff looks at the bell…he looks at Meyhu’s arm…he’s on the verge of making a judgment call~

Smith: Is Scruff going to call the match, saving Meyhu from injury?

Hood: He’d better not…this is for the OCW Title…we need a clear winner

Smith: Seems to me if CJ breaks Meyhu’s arm that’d be somewhat decisive

Hood: You might be right…that fucking Kimura is nasty…look at his arm

Smith: It’s bending in a way arms weren’t made to bend

~TIO peers over the apron, into the ring. He sees Meyhu’s arm…he sees CJ’s intent…he sees the look on Scruff’s face. A determination comes over TIO…he rolls into the ring with a great deal of urgency. Scruff continues looking toward the time keeper. He’s got his arm ready to signal. TIO leaps into view, breaking up the Kimura by hitting CJ in the back of the head with a double axe handle!! CJ rolls to the side, holding his head. Meyhu rolls out of the ring, holding his damaged arm. Scruff stands and lets out a deep breath. TIO gets to his feet, eying Scruff…he simply shakes his head at the suddenly compassionate ref~

Smith: I think TIO had a flashback from a few weeks ago when Scruff called for the bell in that Mack O’Connor, Chad Vargas match

Hood: Yep…he saw the very same look on Scruff’s face…the man was leaning toward ending this

Smith: A Kimura is no joke…when that move is fully locked in, it’s almost impossible to escape from so…basically, Meyhu was either looking at a broken arm or a title forfeiture

Hood: That is until TIO made the save!

Smith: Indeed…triple threats provide that option

~CJ suddenly kips up. He’s holding the back of his head from the double axe handle. He sprints at TIO and leaps into the air with Irish Knowledge. TIO moves! CJ drills Scruff!! Scruff’s body flies through the ropes, slamming on the outside floor. CJ looks over the top rope for a minute, stunned by his action. TIO rushes forward…CJ can sense it…he grabs the top rope, pulling it down. TIO flips over the top rope and lands on the apron. CJ takes off running…TIO returns to his feet…CJ hits the ropes and leaps through the air with a spear! He spears TIO through the ropes…they fly off the apron and into the barricade!! The crowd goes wild…a “HOLY SHIT” chant breaks out…both CJ and TIO are down…Scruff is down…Meyhu is clutching his wounded arm~

Smith: Everybody is down…this OCW Title match has reached a stale mate

Hood: See what compassion gets you? Scruff grew a heart and began caring about the wrestler’s well-being and took a knee in the face for it!

Smith: I’d say what happened to Scruff is the exception rather than the rule

Hood: I couldn’t disagree more…compassion is another word for sympathetic and, well, you know what word you need to complete sympathetic? That’s right…PATHETIC

Smith: Regardless…we need a ref…I doubt Scruff is going to wake up from that

~We cut to the back. MIKE ZYBALA is sporting a ref’s shirt. He’s heading down the hallway, ready for duty~

Smith: What is this?

Hood: It looks as though OCW gave Zybala the backup ref gig!

Smith: I’m not sure how I feel about this

~Zybala is headed down a hallway. The hallway merges with a similar hallway, forming one, long hallway that heads toward the Gorilla Position. As he hits the merge point, he finds himself walking side by side with BRADLEY CARRINGTON – who is ALSO wearing a special ref shirt. Zybala notices Carrington…but Carrington doesn’t notice Zybala…Carrington is too excited about being involved in the big Aptitude main event~

Smith: What the…

Hood: I guess we need TWO referees?

Smith: How about Gruff…or Puff…someone who doesn’t have an agenda

~Zybala finally taps Carrington on the shoulder. Carrington turns and, for the first time, notices Zybala. He has a ‘what the hell?’ look on his face. Zybala shoves Carrington to the side…Carrington rushes forward, grabbing Zybala by the hair…the two men are suddenly immersed in an all-out brawl backstage!! Several OCW officials rush in, trying to keep the carnage from reaching the gorilla position...fortunately, they are able to direct the violence back down the hallway. We cut back to ringside…the ring is still empty~

Smith: I don’t think either man is going to make it down here

Hood: Those two guys love beating each other up…

Smith: Indeed…I think their issues are far from over…but…back to the match at hand…we need a new ref

Hood: In the old days this would be when Syren’s music hits…that would be so CLASSIC OCW, BABY

Smith: I pray that doesn’t happen

~TIO’s body is tossed into the ring. CJ slides in from under the bottom rope, holding the back of his head and neck. He backs up into a corner, motioning for TIO to get to his feet. He’s poised for Irish Knowledge. TIO reaches his feet…CJ sprints in and SMACKS TIO right in the face with Irish Knowledge!! TIO’s body flies into the corner…he falls face first onto the mat. CJ reaches down, dragging TIO toward the middle of the ring. He flips TIO over…looking for a pin…he remains on his feet, looking around there is no ref. He screams a multitude of profane words while stomping on TIO’s body~

Smith: The biggest moment in CJ’s career and there isn’t a ref at ringside to make the decisive count

Hood: CJ getting fucked again!

Smith: Well, to be fair, he knocked Scruff out

Hood: On accident…CJ would never assault Scruff on purpose…Scruff and Alice go way back

~CJ is heading toward the ropes, to retrieve Scruff. A giant hand grabs him by the hair…it’s MEYHU! The crowd is on their feet…Meyhu spins CJ around and drops him with EGO TRIP!!! He flips CJ over, making the cover. PUFF is suddenly seen sprinting to the ring~

Smith: It’s PUFF

Hood: Look how excited he is to ref this match!

Smith: Well he is a huge wrestling fan…an internet die hard, some would say

~Puff reaches the ring…he tries sliding in…but his giant gut gets in the way. He’s finally able to roll in under the bottom rope. He hurries over and makes the count…Meyhu’s got both legs hooked with his left arm~

NO!! KICK OUT!

Smith: CJ kicked out!!

Hood: Of the Ego Trip…are we sure Meyhu hit The Ego Trip...it wasn’t some other WEAK ASS MOVE, was it?

Smith: It was, indeed, Meyhu’s finisher…

Hood: Shit…could our champion lose?

Smith: I’m getting that vibe

~Meyhu is livid over the kick out. He sensed he had the match won. He pulls CJ to his feet and whips him, angrily into a corner. CJ hits hard and staggers forward. Meyhu throws a few strong left hands, right into CJ’s jaw. CJ is stunned, but remains on his feet. He reaches forward and snares Meyhu’s right arm…he pulls down on it as hard as he can! Meyhu grimaces, grabbing his right arm and turning away from CJ~

Smith: That right arm is still vulnerable…it could be injured

Hood: CJ is a smart fucker, you’ve got to give him that

Smith: I’d go so far as to say he might be the most calculating wrestler on the roster

Hood: Oh for sure

~CJ rushes forward and he head butts Meyhu!! The Marvel falters into a corner, shaking his head. CJ hoists Meyhu up, onto the top buckle. The crowd rises. CJ climbs to the middle buckle, looking for what appears to be a superplex~

Smith: That’s a heavy lift for CJ

Hood: No shit…but if anybody can pull it of…it’s CJ

Smith: True…he’s abnormally strong for his size

~CJ has Meyhu hooks for the superplex. He hoists him up…TIO rushes in…he clubs CJ in the back with a forearm!! CJ releases Meyhu! Meyhu falls from the top…his face slams into the apron!!! The crowd lets out an ‘ohhhh!’ from the impact. He appears to be out. TIO yanks CJ off the buckles, over his shoulders and quickly into the powerbomb position. The crowd rises…they know what TIO is in position to hit~

Smith: He’s got CJ in place for his finisher!

Hood: THAT DAMN INCREDIBLE

Smith: CJ had better wake up or he’s going to be staring at the lights

Hood: Wake your ass up, CJ!

~TIO turns CJ downward…he’s looking to spike him into the mat…CJ, however, wraps his legs around TIO’s head and pulls TIO toward the mat with a hurricanrana~

Smith: What a reversal by CJ!

Hood: Sure…wait a minute…the fuck?

Smith: No way…TIO ROLLED THROUGH

~TIO rolls through the hurricanrana and fights back to his feet with CJ in the powerbomb position. CJ is stunned, looking around with shock. Meyhu is nowhere to be seen. TIO DRILLS CJ INTO THE MAT WITH THAT DAMN INCREDIBLE. THE CROWD GOES WILD~

Smith: He hit it!

Hood: Fucking hell

~TIO has CJ’s legs pinned behind his head…Puff slides in for the count~

3!!!!

~All the fans in the arena leap to their feet in jubilation! CJ kicks out a second after the penultimate three. The bell sounds…TIO is on his back, breathing heavily…the moment has yet to register~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….AND NEW OCW CHAMPION…THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!!!!

Smith: He did it!!

Hood: I can’t believe this

Smith: Neither can I…I didn’t think Meyhu could lose

Hood: Well, technically, he didn’t

Smith: Yes he did…he failed to retain his title

Hood: And CJ got screwed left and right…what kind of example does this set? You get castrated by a daughter and ex-wife…and THEN are rewarded with the OCW Title. Fuck this shit

Smith: If you don’t have something nice to say than you can shut your mouth! Let this man enjoy the moment!

~We get another shot of Pryde in the back. He nods before turning his tv off. We focus back on the ring. TIO is helped to his feet by Puff…Puff is crying. He gives TIO a huge hug…TIO is a bit nonplussed but, he goes with it. Puff releases the hug and mentions what a huge fan he is of TIO’s in ring skill. He takes the belt from Belvedere and hands it to TIO. TIO stares deep into the belt~

Smith: TIO joined OCW back in 2014…it’s been over three years since he stepped foot inside an OCW ring and now, finally, his journey is complete

Hood: I guess we’re just handing out OCW Title reigns to guys due to longevity this year…Alice Knight, PerZag, TIO…WEAK ASS BOOKING

Smith: You can hush!

~TIO heads toward the corner. CJ has rolled out of the ring. He steps up and hoists the title high. The crowd responds with a thunderous ovation. A chant of “TIO” rings out. The arena shakes with admiration over this man’s achievement. TIO turns and spots Jenna and Leslie heading down to the ring. He motions for them to enter. They reach the ring but stop. The crowd quiets…TIO turns and is yanked from the corner by Meyhu! Meyhu drops TIO to the mat with The Ego Trip!! The crowd boos~

Smith: NO! What a jerk!

Hood: Now THAT’S a champion

Smith: He’s beltless

Hood: If that’s the case, let’s hope he doesn’t buy loose fitting pants!

~Meyhu grabs the OCW Title and hoists it into the air. He says something along the lines of the title returning to where it belongs. He drops the title on top of TIO and hops through the ropes. He storms past Jenna and Leslie. They rush into the ring and hover over TIO. The crowd lets out a ‘FUCK MEYHU’ chant. Meyhu ignores it and heads through the curtain, holding his right arm. TIO sits up, with the aid of his wife and daughter~

Smith: I think Meyhu’s message was clear. He wants a rematch

Hood: And he should fucking get one

Smith: I can’t argue with that…I just hope his actions haven’t spoiled our NEW champion’s night

~TIO holds onto his belt…he extends his other arm and wraps it around Leslie and Jenna…it appears he won’t let the mood be spoiled by the former champ. The crowd applauds the show of emotion and resuscitates the “TIO” chant. The scene slows down…it’s as though the feed has been put into slow motion. The chants power over everything else. We end with a still shot of TIO in the ring, with his family and the OCW Championship as his name is being chanted throughout the OCW Arena. We fade to black~