OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, August 14th 2017
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~We open to a cold shot of the back garage, where we see a car door opening up. Out of it steps the new OCW Champion, The Incredible One! The crowd can be heard cheering at the sight of the man who beat all the odds last week. He pulls out the championship, holding it on his shoulder as he starts to walk in. He's clearly still feeling some aches and pains from last week, but his condition seems noticeably improved with the acquisition of gold. He walks into the building, where a couple of employees turn and give him a brief shower of applause.~
Employee #1: Way to go, TIO!
Employee #2: Knew you could do it!
~TIO gives them a small smile, but doesn't stop walking. He's intent on keeping an eye out for Matt Meyhu, his former ally. TIO heads down the hallway, nodding to a few people who pass him by: a lady server, a man in a suit, a masked man staring at him. TIO turns the corner... then stops, realizing who he had just seen. He turns back and looks down the hallway again. But the masked man is no longer there. TIO glances around the other way, then laughs quietly to himself as he continues on. It's all part of being the champion. TIO departs in the other direction, heading through another door... as we see the shadow of a figure to the side, still watching quietly. We go back to ringside.~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! The champ is in the building! But, I just have one question…was that Pryde again? He seems to be keeping a close eye on the current champion!
Hood: What?
Smith: Didn't you just watch that?
Hood: It was TIO, why bother? Now if it was a REAL champion...
Smith: You're hopeless.
Hood: Hopelessly awesome!
Smith: Yea, well, whatever that means…
TIO: Wow… just wow. Ever since I joined the company back in 2014, this is what I wanted. This title is all I ever wanted and now that I finally have it… it’s still so surreal. Every morning or so I wake up and I pinch myself, wondering if this is real life or just a dream. The triple threat last week was one of the craziest matches I’ve ever been apart of and to come out the victor, is something I will never forget… this year has been insane. From having the longest Paradigm title reign, and one of the longest title reigns in OCW history, and entering the Hall of Fame and now, finally getting to the top of OCW… it’s incredible.
~The crowd cheers followed by a “You Deserve It!” chant. TIO nods in agreement, but he puts the belt on his shoulder and uses his hand to quiet down the crowd~
TIO: Yes, I’ve worked hard for this - but I wouldn’t be standing here as OCW Champion if it weren’t for a few, new people in my life. First, I want to thank my brand new fiance Leslie and my beautiful daughter, Jenna. These two came into my life quite recently and have been nothing but supportive with me. They’ve helped me embrace a new, healthier, more sane lifestyle and because of them, I’ve turned over a new leaf and have breathed a new breath of fresh air in my life. But… even with their help… the biggest thanks I need to give, is to you the fans. For years, for a decade, you all hated my guts - that’s just a fact. Whether I was in SIW, Boardwalk, my brief stint in HOW, and OCW, you and I always never got along… until you saw me turning over this leaf. You could’ve been like many in the back, choosing to play coy to it and think I’ve been bullshitting you all - but I’m not, and you all understood that I was indeed trying, and without your support, I wouldn’t be standing here as OCW Champion… so thank you.
~Once again, the crowd cheers and chants “TIO” as he puts the microphone under his arm and claps with them~
Smith: Such a beautiful moment… TIO thanking the fans, it’s nice to see moments like this in OCW.
Hood: You’re joking right? Can you pass me the trash can, I’m about to throw up.
TIO: But enough about the past and what brought us here… it’s time to think about the future. Yes, I’ve been told that I have to defend my title for the first time on September 11th and who should be my opponent? Rumors have been going rampant on who will get to face me but I want it to be known that I have an idea as to who should be stepping in the ring with me… a dream match that would blow the roof of this building… I want to defend my title against a fellow OCW Hall of Famer… Pryde. Back in 2014, our paths never crossed but you and I both did great things. You hold an OCW Championship shot in your pocket but I’ve heard you may not use it - you have no desire to come back. I can understand Pryde, but, you see this title? You have never won it. Sure, you and I were both regional champions but a regional title pales in comparison to the OCW Championship - so think about it. I’ll give you the match of your life - and I think a match with two, respectful Hall of Famers, is just the thing OCW needs right now. So the ball is in your court now Pry--
~“Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West hits the speakers and fills the arena. TIO scowls at the ramp as he lowers his microphone from his mouth. The fans begin to boo as ‘The Marvel’ Matt Meyhu steps out from the back and onto the ramp. His signature smirk is absent from his face as he looks down the ramp at the new OCW Champion. Meyhu holds a microphone in his hand, and lifts it up as his music fades.~
Matt Meyhu: Well, well, well… Look at you! One week with that belt and you’re already a big shot, huh? Did the OCW title or the title of “hall of famer” go to your head quicker? A match with Pryde huh… That’d be pretty special alright. I bet all these people in attendance tonight would love to see that! Whaddya say?!
~The crowd begins to cheer for the idea. Meyhu slowly nods~
Matt Meyhu: Just one problem with that, old friend. Pryde has earned himself the right to a shot at the OCW Champion, if he so chooses… Now, while you’re physically holding that belt right now, feeling all warm and fuzzy about yourself, the fact of the matter is simple. I am the OCW Champion. You did not beat me. I never lost my title! CJ O’Donnell lost my title. How fair is that? Tell me. When I won that title, I defeated you. Clear as day. You can’t say the same to me. Do you really feel good about that win? Because from where I’m sitting, it’s hollow. You know it’s true and so do all these morons in the crowd you’ve managed to round up!
~TIO is about to respond when another figure emerges from behind the curtain. It’s MARCUS WELSH. He appears every bit as angry as Meyhu. With a mic in hand, Welsh speaks out~
Marcus Welsh: I guess we were due a true Hallmark moment in 2017. I’ve been dreading the day when that title would be around the waist of someone adored by the people. A multitude of names ran through my mind...every conceivable option lingered ominously over my head. Who would be the face to disrupt this place?
~Welsh pauses, shaking his head incredulously~
Marcus Welsh: I have to admit, I did not see this coming. I mean, yea, sure, I knew eventually a man of the people would hold the OCW Title. It was bound to happen. Life is a game of numbers. But, YOU? That was quite a shock. I didn’t think you had it in you, TIO. I didn’t think your former self could do it - I DEFINITELY didn’t think this new incarnation could pull it off. But, hey, you proved me wrong. So, having said that…
~Welsh provides a slow, insulting clap. The crowd boos. TIO looks down at his title as a reminder that he is the champion~
Marcus Welsh: Congratulations, TIO! You are no longer the second greatest wrestler in OCW history to never capture the OCW Title. Enjoy it, soak it in...bring it to show and tell at your daughter’s school. Make the most out of your time with it because that window will be a short one.
~The crowd starts to boo~
Marcus Welsh: Oh and you can forget about this dream match with Pryde. You want to have that match? Fine, you two can go outside and wrestle in the parking lot. That match is NOT on the OCW Title agenda. But, I’ll tell you what IS on the OCW Title agenda.
~Welsh pats Meyhu on the back. The boos increase in volume~
Marcus Welsh: That’s right, the franchise of OCW - The Marvel, Matt Meyhu. In my eyes, he’s our true champion. He’s the man I signed to carry this company. He’s the man I envisioned holding the OCW Title for as long as he remained an active competitor. You might have disrupted that vision - but you haven’t dashed it. A simple bump in the road. Meyhu is getting his rematch. And, when he does, the TRUE OCW Champion will have ownership of that belt you carry with such pride.
~The crowd’s boos reach their highest point as TIO stands there, thinking, scratching his chin. He lifts the microphone, as a soft “TIO” chant begins.~
TIO: Funny how when you change, the people around you change as well. Welsh, let’s get one thing straight - it was YOU who wanted ME back in OCW. You called me the bluechipper, the face YOU wanted for OCW. Well look? I AM the FACE of OCW! Meyhu, you say you’re still the real champion because I didn’t pin you? You and I have been in this business for long enough to know when it’s a three-way dance, you either prove you’re the best or you lose. That night two things were proven: when the odds are stacked against you - you crumble. When the odds are stacked against me - I prevail!
~TIO pauses as the crowd cheers for his words, as Meyhu and Welsh begin to get even more annoyed with the OCW Champion~
TIO: You know what’s going to happen to your “new bluechipper” when I prove you both wrong and beat him? He’s going to run away from OCW, with his tail between his legs, and go to some up and coming fed and take out the easy pickings. Me? I thrive for the challenge - you think I’ve gotten soft just because I have love in my life now; hell; I can say without a shadow of a doubt my mind is in the BEST place it’s been in YEARS. No more drugs - no more illegal activities - just my fiance, my daughter, the fans - AND THIS TITLE IN MY HANDS! Not Meyhu’s - MINE! So you want to denounce me as the face of OCW and give it to Meyhu? Well… I hope you’re prepared to go all in on your bet Welsh, because I’ll prove to you both, once again, that with the odds stacked against me… I win.
Marcus Welsh: That’s fair...everyone is allowed a moment in the sun. You’ve served OCW well, for the most part. So enjoy your little stint as OCW Champion. Think of it as a career achievement award. But do so with the understanding that on September 11th the rightful champion - the man standing to MY left will enter this arena to reclaim what is rightfully his.
Matt Meyhu: Good luck, buddy… Remember, this time you’ll have to actually pin ME. Something you’ve failed to do. Something everybody has failed to do. This time, the best man will win. Enjoy your month as champion.
~Welsh looks up at Meyhu as if to say “Nice!” The two exit, leaving an annoyed TIO in the ring. His annoyance is brief. The crowd resumes cheering and chanting for the new OCW Champ which brings a smile to his face. We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: What a way to start the show! Huge announcement as Matt Meyhu will get his rematch against TIO on September 11th!
Hood: Fuck yea, I told you! TIO can enjoy his reign…I supposed he’s earned it…but the title WILL return to where it belongs
Smith: We will see about that. These two men will settle the score once and for all in less than a month!
Hood: Shit yea!
Smith: What a night we have in store for you all! Not only did we get THAT major announcement…but we’ll also see Jacqui Monroe put her Ascension Title on the line against Ed Houston
Hood: Been looking forward to that one all week
Smith: Indeed…we’ll also see a Process of Elimination Match to determine who will face Mack O’Connor on August 28th! And, that’s not all…the Danger Boiz will team up with TLS to face The Mutiny…Muffles the Bunny will make his interesting debut AND The Marvel will be back in action taking on Noah Mackenzie and Kip Young
Hood: Don’t forget the MIXXX
Smith: Of course not! Chad Vargas looks to bounce back against the suddenly EN FUEGO Josie Barnes while CJ O’Donnell attempts to avenge his loss against Mack O’Connor from earlier this year. This should be a great night of action so let’s get started with the debut of Muffles the Bunny!
Muffles the Bunny (0-0) vs. Liam Lee Zua (3-3)
~Zua is already in the ring. He’s throwing kicks into the air, looking spry~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Miami, Florida…standing 5’10 and weighing in at 165lbs…Liam Lee Zua!!!
~”Bad Bunny” by Radioactive Chicken Heads begins to play. Muffles appears in the crowd, accompanied by the sound of guitar riffs and screeching. A bright orange baseball bat slung casually over his shoulder. He strolls down before he begins to walk along the top of the barricade. He hops down and makes his way to roll into the ring~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Bunnyman Bridge…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 236lbs…Muffles the Bunny!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: A very interesting debut here tonight from Muffles the Bunny
Hood: A bunny with a bat…I don’t know, man…but whenever I see mythological childhood figures carrying weapons…it freaks me out
Smith: I can understand that
~Muffles places the bat into the corner, for safe keeping. Zua charges in. He assaults Muffles with an array of left and right forearms into his white, furry back. Muffles staggers into the corner. The crowd boos. Zua straightens Muffles up and delivers a knife edged chop! Muffles doesn’t react. His rabbit face just stares at Zua. Zua appears puzzled. He delivers another chop…again, it garners ZERO reaction from Muffles. Zua tries a third time. Muffles stand straight up after the third chop and approaches Zua. Zua backs away, somewhat frightened by what he’s experiencing~
Smith: I think Zua might share your phobia
Hood: Fuckin hell…you chop that thing and just get this weird ass rabbit head looking back at you…fuck that
Smith: I was surprised when I saw the company signed Muffles, to be honest
Hood: Hey, in this day and age you can’t discriminate against anyone or ANYTHING
~Zua throws a punch…Muffles blocks it and grabs Zua by the throat…he charges forward, slamming Zua into a corner. He chokes the life out of Zua…the crowd seems taken aback, slightly by what they are seeing. Scruff hurries in and orders a break. Muffles complies, backing up toward the center of the ring~
Smith: I think it’s a safe assumption that Muffles is slightly deranged
Hood: Ya think?
Smith: I hoped maybe he’d be a good bunny…like something the kids could enjoy but…nope…he’s got to be evil
Hood: I don’t know if I’d call him evil. He’s only been on OCW television for, what, a minute?
Smith: True…I should reserve judgement until I have more facts
~Muffles spins around as Zua steps out from the corner. He kicks Zua right in the gut with THE BUNNY KICK! Zua’s body flies into the corner, hitting hard. The crowd grimaces…it was a pretty vicious kick. Muffles grabs Zua by the head and tosses him from the corner, to the mat. Zua lands on his back and remains on the mat~
Smith: Tremendous Mu…
Hood: Dude! Don’t!
Smith: What?
Hood: Muffles gets SUPER angry if anybody refers to the Bunny Kick by that…ya know, other name
Smith: Oh, thanks…I don’t want an angry bunny after me
~Muffles begins to dance. The crowd gets behind the dancing, clapping along. The dancing is hard to describe. After a good ten seconds or so of dancing, Muffles leaps into the air and drops an elbow across the upper body of Zua!! Scruff slides in to make the count, but Muffles sits up, avoiding the pin~
Smith: Well, for a minute there I thought Muffles might give us some good, clean entertainment
Hood: He did…elbow drops are about as clean as it gets in wrestling these days
Smith: I suppose…he does look impressive, though…he’s beating the heck out of Zua
Hood: Impressive might be a stretch…maybe competent
~Muffles gets to his feet and pulls Zua up along with him. He snares Zua’s hand and applies a WRIST LOCK. Zua winces and stands up on his toes, trying to alleviate some of the pain. Muffles yanks back down and leaps into the air, drilling Zua in the face with a JUMPING KNEE!! Zua’s body stiffens and falls to the mat. Muffles goes for the cover…Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…MUFFLES THE BUNNY!!!!!
Smith: Muffles calls that IL TAV ID
Hood: Uhh, okay
Smith: All I can say is it’s devastating. He knocked Zua OUT with that knee. Impressive debut by Muffles
Hood: Oh yea, for sure…it’s always nice when you’ve got a wrestling bunny on the roster…and a competent one at that
Smith: I’m not going to put bunny in a corner and say he’s simply a novelty act...sky could be the limit for this strange individual.
Hood: He’ll get his shot just like everyone else
Smith: Indeed…well, the night is very young so let’s head backstage!
~The twins are in Nathan’s car driving to the OCW arena in Key West~
Jonathan: Turn here!
Nathan: I know where the arena is Jon…
Jonathan: Alright… just messing…
~Jonathan playfully taps his brother in the arm. Nathan almost swerves off the road~
Nathan: Hey!
Jonathan: Oops. Sorry. So how’s Who’re?
Nathan: Good. I think. We’ve not spoken for a while… she’s very busy as of late. Wendy?
Jonathan: Yeah, that’s going well… in fact I’m thinking of asking her to… well…
~Jonathan shuffles around in his seat to pull a box out of his pocket. He opens it to reveal an engagement ring. Nathan immediately screeches the car to a halt. He grins immensely~
Nathan: NO WAY! Dude that is awesome! C’mere!
~The twins embrace. They then carry on driving to the OCW arena. We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: Hood! It's the DRAVERS!
Hood: Oh for fuck's sake, keep your damn pants on
Smith: I'm THRILLED to see their faces on OCW television...one of my all time FAVORITE tag teams
Hood: Consider me LESS than thrilled. That video was about thirty seconds long and I already want them to drive off a bridge
Smith: Stop that! How about this tag division? I mean, assuming they are back...we've got Perfectly Marvelous, The Danger Boiz, The Lockwood Party and NOW The Dravers! Plus Blueprint...what a division!
Hood: Looking pretty strong...I think we have to thank CJ for that
Smith: What? WHY?
Hood: Because, I said so
Smith: That's ridiculous...anyway, I hope that signals a return. If not, oh well...it's just great to see the Dravers back on OCW Television. Hopefully we find out more later...in the meantime, we've got more action scheduled as Matt Meyhu looks to bounce back from last week's OCW Title loss...let's head down to ringside
Hood: Meyhu is the PERFECT palate cleanser...erase that horrid Dravers skit from our minds!
Triple Threat
“The Marvel” Matt Meyhu (14-2) vs. Kip Young (1-0) vs. Noah Mackenzie (0-0)
~Noah is in the ring. The fans don’t seem to care all that much. He looks ready for competition~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a triple threat scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 231lbs…Noah Mackenzie!!!
~ “Whispers in the Dark” by Skillet begins to play. Kip Young rushes to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope to a slight ovation. He’s focused…he’s fired up…you can tell this is the biggest match of his OCW career~
Belvedere: Introducing next, from Quebec, Canada…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 175lbs…Kip Young!!!
~ “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West fills the Arena. The fans boo loudly. Noah smirks for some stupid reason. Kip hops around in his corner, staying loose. Matt Meyhu emerges from behind the curtain, beltless for nearly the first time in his OCW career. The usual arrogant attitude is erased. Instead, he appears agitated. He makes his way to the ring without much fanfare or histrionics. He steps up onto the apron and through the ropes~
Belvedere: And their opponent, from Chicago, Illinois…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 240lbs…he is a former OCW Champion… “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu!!!
~The bell rings. Meyhu spots the smirk on Noah’s face. He charges in and squashes Noah in the corner with a giant clothesline. Noah’s smile is erased. Meyhu lifts a multitude of strong, quick knees into Noah’s abdomen and chest. Noah’s arm flails….he might be tapping but nobody is paying attention because it’s a corner attack. NOBODY TAPS DURING A CORNER ATTACK. Meyhu lifts Noah up, spins him around and drops him near the center of the ring with a Spinebuster!~
Smith: Meyhu isn’t messing around tonight…he’s angry
Hood: Well of course, TIO STOLE his belt
Smith: TIO won that match fair and square
Hood: More like crooked and TRIANGULAR
Smith: What?
Hood: I don’t know
~Meyhu returns to his feet. Kip Young flies into view…he places both knees into Meyhu’s face and pulls him down toward the mat with a Codebreaker! Meyhu stumbles into the same corner Noah might have been tapping from earlier. Kip’s back lands on top of Noah. It braces his fall. He returns to his feet and rushes forward, dropkicking Meyhu into the corner. The crowd starts to rally behind the relatively unknown Kip Young~
Smith: Kip’s been here for a few months, however, I’m ashamed to say I don’t know much about him
Hood: He’s like that kid sitting in the back of class who never speaks…you sometimes forget he’s there
Smith: True…but tonight could be his coming out party
Hood: He’s gay?
Smith: I DIDN’T SAY THAT
~Kip returns to his feet and drills Meyhu with a few forearm uppercuts, keeping him quarantined in the corner. Meyhu shakes his head, dazed by the offensive flurry of head targeted attacks. Kip turns his back to Meyhu, focusing on Noah. He pulls Noah to his feet and kicks him in the gut. He drops Noah to the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Noah hits hard, reaching for his neck. Kip goes for a pin, Scruff slides in, making the count~
1!
2!
No!!
Smith: Meyhu just yanked Kip off Noah
Hood: Kip is going to learn you can’t turn your back on a man like The Marvel
Smith: Indeed…he’s too good
~Meyhu has Kip’s legs in his hands…he hooks them under his arms, in the wheel barrow position. Kip extends his arms, elevating his upper body. Meyhu falls backward with an inverted catapult. Young’s body flies toward the top rope…his ass slides over the top rope with the backs of his legs grazing across it…he tumbles dangerously down, slamming into the mat and landing on the floor. The crowd grimace. Meyhu looks on and smiles. He turns back toward Noah who appears to be smiling again~
Smith: Somebody needs to go and check Kip out immediately…that was a terrible fall!
Hood: Why the fuck is Noah smiling?
Smith: I don’t know…but given the fact he’s been beat up all match I have to think it’s just the way his face rests at times
Hood: That or he’s a masochist
~Meyhu pulls Noah to his feet and shoves him, violently into a corner. He throws a straight right hand, into the side of Noah’s face. Noah’s smile is gone. Meyhu knees Noah in the gut and double underhooks both arms...he lifts Noah into the air and slams him into the mat with a Double Underhook Suplex! He decides against going for the pin, returning to his feet and kicking Noah’s face around~
Smith: The arrogance of this man
Hood: He’s The Marvel…he just suffered the biggest loss of his OCW career…he’s got to remind the fans who he is
Smith: Oh, I think they know…A REAL JERK
Hood: I wouldn’t say that so loud with an angry Marvel marching around the ring
~Meyhu pulls Noah to his feet. He hooks him, arrogantly. He tosses Noah around a bit for show. The fans boo. Meyhu seems to get a kick out of their reaction. He tosses Noah around a second time. He finally gets bored of the play and drops Noah to the mat with Ego Trip!!! Meyhu sits up and wipes his hands against each other. But, he doesn’t go for a pin~
Smith: What is this vile man doing?
Hood: I think he got some of Noah’s archaic sweat on his hand!
Smith: Very funny
Hood: Hey, I doubt Noah’s going to be here very long…I had to get ONE lame Noah’s Ark joke in
~Meyhu returns to his feet. He walks over Noah, stepping onto his back in the process. He turns around and does it again. The fans boo loudly. A few ‘FUCK YOU!’ shouts make the air. Meyhu grabs Noah by his spiked hair and drags him to his feet. He peppers Noah with a few lefts and rights, smacking him around like a toddler. He hooks him for another Ego Trip and drops him straight to the mat. Meyhu finally rolls Noah over and goes for the pin~
1!
2!
NO!
Smith: Huh?
Hood: The fuck?
~Kip yanks Meyhu off Noah right before the three! The crowd goes wild. Kip pulls Meyhu out of the ring. Young looks surprisingly fine considering the fall he suffered. Meyhu throws a clothesline. Kip ducks…he turns at the steps, jumps off them and hits Meyhu in the head with a Pele Kick!! Meyhu is stunned…he staggers backwards into another set of steel steps. Meyhu is leaning against the steps. Kip returns to his feet…he hops onto the apron and runs toward Meyhu…he leaps off, grabs Meyhu’s head and slaps the back of it into the steps with a Blockbuster!! Meyhu falls to the floor, holding the back of his head and neck in pain. Kip remains down, wincing…his body has taken a lot of punishment in a short amount of time~
Smith: Kip keeps falling to the ground…I’m sure his legs and back are in a tremendous amount of pain…but you have to admire the heart!
Hood: Fuck Kip...The Marvel is down! He might have injured our top star!
Smith: Technically TIO is our top star
Hood: SHUT YOUR MOUTH
~Kip returns to his feet. He looks over the steps to find Meyhu still down. He looks into the ring…Noah is still on his back. It’s wide open for him now. He slides in under the bottom rope…the crowd starts to believe. A loud “KIP!” chant emerges from amongst the people~
Smith: Kip has a shot! Meyhu is down and Noah is dead!
Hood: Son of a bitch…if Meyhu loses to Kip I think I might need a vacation
Smith: Well, it is that time of year…squeezing in vacations before school starts
Hood: Fuck you
~Kip pulls Noah to a standing position. He kicks him in the gut. Noah doubles over and remains there. Kip hurries for a corner…he hops to the top and looks down at Noah. He leaps off, connecting with a Houston Hangover!! The crowd erupts with excitement!! Kip rolls Noah over. He hooks the leg…Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
3…
~Before Scruff can hit the mat for three, the giant, fast moving frame of the Marvel blurs across the screen. He double axe handles Kip in the head. He pulls Kip to his feet. Kip tries to fight back…Meyhu, who is in focus now, by the way…head butts Kip right near the bridge of the nose. Kip nearly falls to the mat, holding his face in pain. Meyhu cups Kip’s chin and stands him upright…he slides his hand down, around Kip’s throat. He bullies Kip into the ropes and extends his arm as hard as he can…Kip flies over the top rope and ricochets off the apron a second time in the mat. He hits the floor hard. Meyhu looks over the ropes, contemplating going to the outside~
Smith: Kip was soooo close
Hood: Thank goodness Meyhu is The Marvel
Smith: You think Meyhu is going to go out there?
Hood: I hope not, that would be a fucking mistake
~Meyhu shakes his head, erasing any thoughts of following Kip back outside the ring. He pulls Noah to his feet. He doesn’t really need to, Noah is as dead as his Biblical namesake. Meyhu swiftly drops Mackenzie to the mat with a third Ego Trip. He rolls him over and goes for the pin. Scruff slides in, making the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….“THE MARVEL” MATT MEYHU!!!!!
Smith: Dominating win by Meyhu…Kip showed some life but, in the end, Meyhu flexed his muscles and reminded us all why he’s arguably the franchise within this company
Hood: He’s going to get a rematch for the OCW Title and, if I were TIO, I’d take out some hefty life insurance for that bratty kid of his…along with that money grubbing whore of a wife…ex-wife…girlfriend…WHATEVER
Smith: Enough! Regardless…Meyhu gets back to his winning ways. Noah…well, I doubt we’ll see him again. Kip, however, could be ascending…this was a good performance.
Hood: Yep, I chalked him up as soon to be released but, I don’t know, maybe he’ll stick around
Smith: Only time will tell, Hood! Anyway, the night rolls on so let’s head backstage!
~Massacre cuts to the arena parking garage, as the words “recorded earlier today” flash onto our screen. Judging by the high Key West sun peering into the open loading area, we can deduce that the footage took place before Massacre went on the air. A large throng of OCW fans clusters around the top of the concrete tunnel leading down into the garage, no doubt hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite wrestlers~
~Their hopes are soon answered, as a tan Chevy Impala zooms into the garage and squeals to a halt just past the entrance. The gathering of fans bursts into cheers as the vehicle doors fly open, and out step the men who made their huge OCW in-ring return last week, Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris! The Danger Boiz get out of the back seat and the driver’s window rolls down and Dan tosses the driver some money. The Impala then peels away into the night in search for its next gig~
Dan: Best Uber driver ever!
~Just as the Danger Boiz turn to walk into the arena, a black Rolls Royce Phantom cruises into the garage, coming to a stop a few feet away from Chris and Dan. The doors swing open, and the fans erupt again as Mario Maurako and Paul Paras step out, coolly taking off their sunglasses and each swinging an OCW Tag Team Title belt over a shoulder. Perfectly Marvelous take in the reaction like returning heroes.~
Paul Paras: Brothers and sisters of Perfectly Marvelous, many thanks!
Mario Maurako: I see all of our biggest fans have made their way out to see us tonight. Even Chris and Dan! Hey there fellas!
~The two-time Hall of Famers are showered in cheers. Except from the Danger Boiz, who walk back over to where Perfectly Marvelous are standing, glaring confidently at the current Tag Team Champions.~
Paul Paras: How perfectly rude of me. I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.
~Paras extends his hand toward Dangerous Dan.~
Paul Paras: I’m Paul Paras... and you’re not, sorry to say. But that’s okay. Entire nations have been raised out of poverty purely by knowing me, so I’d imagine things have to get better for you at some point. Unless you’re thinking of taking our Tag Team Titles. That would be fantastical nonsense, I’m sure you’d agree.
Mario Maurako: And I would be Mario Maurako, born of the famous Maurako Family. I’d run down the list of names for you but quite frankly mine is the only one that matters at the moment. You know it was interesting, last week that Marcus ‘Boombots’ Welsh gave me a phone call and let me know that you two were going to be awarded OCW Tag Team Title shots in the near future. I didn’t understand it then, and looking at you here again today, I still don’t get it. Don’t get me wrong, we are fighting champions, but you two perdenti haven’t done anything in The Marvelous One's eyes to be qualified to challenge for these precious gold straps.
~The fans start to get excited seeing these two teams standing in a close proximity again and the fans start to chant.~
“DAN-GER-BOIZ!”
“PM!”
“DAN-GER-BOIZ!”
~The two sets of fans, the PM fans and the Danger Boiz fans, begin to have a chant-off while their favorite teams stand face-to-face just a few feet away from them. Paras calmly leans over and appears to whisper something to Maurako. Mario, his eyes still locked on the Danger Boiz, walks over to some of the Perfectly Marvelous fans, grabs a sharpie from one of them, and signs a t-shirt. He mutters something to the group of fans.~
Mario Maurako: The Danger Boiz fans think you guys are soft. Their words, not mine.
~After signing another autograph, Mario turns back to the group as they all stand face to face as the noise swirls around them like the teams are the eye of a hurricane. The tension builds as Paras and Dangerous Dan stare deep into each other’s souls, as do Maurako & Crazy Chris~
~That is when the Perfectly Marvelous fans strike first by throwing a can of soda at the Danger Boiz fans, driving both groups into an overzealous rage. Security rushes in and attempts to hold the groups back, but there are too many of them, and within seconds all of the fans of each team converge in a giant fan brawl against one another. Kicks and punches are seen being thrown wildly, yet still in the middle of everything stand Perfectly Marvelous & The Danger Boiz, locked in a staredown for the ages~
~Our cameraman tries his best to record the crazy melee, but is soon smacked in the face with a flying piece of debris from the fans, causing him to drop his camera and causing our feed to jolt suddenly back to ringside.~
Smith: Quite the scene from earlier today...that match should be a great one
Hood: Danger Boiz didn't really say much...aside from complimenting their Uber driver
Smith: Actions speak louder than words, Hood. I wouldn't worry about Chris and Dan...they will be ready for Perfectly Marvelous when the time arrives
Hood: Somebody has to be worried about them...they are about to get crushed by the state of Minnesota's greatest export...or is it exports? Fuck it...PM is going to squash them!
Smith: That remains to be seen...The Danger Boiz have won tag gold all over the world, in numerous federations. They are one of the greatest tag teams pro wrestling has seen over the past decade. They may not be as recognizable to the OCW tag fans as Perfectly Marvelous but they are every bit as dangerous
Hood: ...Dan
Smith: Huh?
Hood: You said dangerous...I was just following it up with Dan
Smith: Whatever...anyway, that match is still a month away, I'm told...scheduled for September 18th. So we'll see how that rivalry unfolds. In the meantime, we've got...well, what do you know? The Danger Boiz in action as a six man tag is set to take place next!
Six Person Tag Match
The Mutiny vs. The Danger Boiz & The Lost Soul
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a six person tag match scheduled for one fall!
~ “Smart Went Crazy” by Atmosphere begins to play. The crowd boos when they see Grenier lead the way from behind the curtain. Tim and Jack Lockwood follow closely behind. They make their way down the ramp, talking trash to the agitated fans at ringside. The trio enter into the ring and prepare to fight~
Belvedere: Introducing first…the team of The Lockwood Party and former OCW Champion Bob Grenier…they are…The Mutiny!!!
~ “Believer” by Imagine Dragons begins to play. The crowd erupts with cheers. Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris rush down to the ring. Together, they slide in under the bottom rope and ascend a couple corners, acknowledging the crowd~
Belvedere: And their opponents…first, from Smithsville, Tennessee…The Danger Boiz!!!
~The Friday the 13th Theme creepily echoes throughout the OCW Arena. Former OCW Ascension Champion, TLS emerges from behind the curtain. Slowly, he makes his way down the ramp, toward the ring. He rolls in and stands. Dan and Chris hop off the corner, keeping a wary eye on their partner~
Belvedere: And their partner, from Parts Unknown…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs…The Lost Soul!!!
~Before referee Puff can signal for the bell, Bob Grenier, Jack Lockwood, and Tim Lockwood charge out of the corner … ~
Hood: THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! This one's going to be a real crap-kicker, and I am going to LOVE watching Grenier and The Lockwood Party hand it to those punks.
Smith: I thought you liked Danger Boiz.
Hood: Someone lied to you Smith.
~ They're all paired off now--Grenier and TLS, Dangerous Dan and Jack Lockwood, and Crazy Chris and Tim Lockwood, each in a corner of the ring, each standing toe-to-toe in a slugfest. Grenier has TLS cornered and is pounding away with right fists, while Dangerous Dan is doing the same to Jack Lockwood. Meanwhile, Tim Lockwood and Crazy Chris are
leaning on the ropes, and Tim Lockwood gets in a poke to Crazy Chris' eye, giving him enough time to clothesline Crazy Chris over the top rope to the floor. ~
Smith: Crazy Chris sent over the top rpes! And now it's a three-on-two advantage for the Mutiny!
Hood: You know, The Mutiny might set a time record win in a six man match tonight.
~ Tim Lockwood immediately goes over to Dangerous Dan and nails him with a double axe handle to the back of the head, and he and Jack Lockwood throw Dan into the corner, laying into him with kicks and punches. Meanwhile, Grenier is still pounding TLS in the opposite corner. Jack Lockwood yells to Grenier they stop the beatings and whip TLS and Dangerous Dan toward each other…~
Hood: Here we go!
Smith: NO! What a counter by Dangerous Dan and TLS!
~ TLS ducks and Dangerous Dan leapfrogs over him to avoid the collision. The Mutiny, not expecting that, is left totally off-guard, and pays for it, as Dangerous Dan nails Grenier with a clothesline, and TLS takes down Tim Lockwood with a one half of a double clothesline. However, Jack Lockwood had enough presence of mind to duck the blow intended for him… ~
Hood: Smart move by Jack!
~ Jack Lockwood avoided the clothesline meant for him and drops TLS with a clothesline of his own. Bob Grenier, TLS, and Tim Lockwood have all rolled to the floor. ~
Smith: Puff doing his job and finally we have one man from each team left in the ring.
Hood: Ah, and it was just getting good!
~ Only Dangerous Dan and Jack Lockwood survived the initial carnage, and they immediately begin to stare each other down. The other four men shake out the cobwebs and jump to their respective positions on the outside, while Jack and Dan circle around inside the ring, looking for an opening. Finally, they charge toward each other and lock up. ~
Smith: Dangerous Dan and Jack Lockwood jockeying for position in the center of the ring, and Dangerous Dan gets the edge thanks to a quick forearm strike to the side of the Jack Lockwood!
~ Jack Lockwood immediately places his hand up as Dan’s elbow might have caught Jack in his eye. As Jack is trying to regain his bearings wasting no time, Dangerous Dan nails Jack Lockwood with a kick to the ribs, driving Jack into the ropes. Dangerous Dan grabs an arm and sends him for the ride, but ducks his head too early. Jack Lockwood pulls up short and nails Dangerous Dan with an elbow to the back of the neck. ~
Hood: ANOTHER GREAT MOVE BY MY MAN JACK!
Smith: Wipe the brown off of the corner of your nose Hood.
~Jack Lockwood quickly hits the ropes and drops an elbow onto Dangerous Dan on the rebound. ~
Smith: Quick cover by Jack Lockwood!
1!
2!!
Hood: SLOW COUNT! SLOW COUNT!
~ Dangerous Dan kicks out at two as Jack Lockwood grabs Dan by the hair and drags him to the Mutiny's corner, making the tag to Bob Grenier. Both Bob and Jack grab an arm and send Dangerous Dan for the ride with a double Irish whip. Jack Lockwood and Grenier grabs each other by the wrists and nearly decapitate Dangerous Dan with a double clothesline. ~
Hood: Mutiny at it’s finest!
~ Jack Lockwood stomps Dan a few times before Puff makes him leave the ring. Meanwhile, Grenier immediately goes to work on Dangerous Dan, laying his boots to the chest of Dangerous Dan. Having seen enough, Crazy Chris runs into the ring, but gets cut off by Puff. Seeing the opportunity, Tim Lockwood comes into the ring while Puff's attention is taken with TLS. ~
Hood: What a stupid move by Crazy Chris. All his complaining is allowing the Mutiny to hand Dangerous Dan a beating.
Smith: I am sure the Danger Boiz have some ring rust to work out.
~ Grenier holds Dangerous Dan's arms behind him while Tim Lockwood lays into Dangerous Dan with punches and kicks. Finally, Crazy Chris leaves the ring and seeing this, Tim Lockwood does the same. Grenier, meanwhile, spits at Crazy Chris on the outside, while he brings Dangerous Dan to his feet. Taking his time, Grenier hooks Dangerous Dan for a suplex and attempts to lift him up, but is surprised when Dangerous Dan blocks it. Grenier gives it another try, but again Dangerous Dan grapevines Grenier's outside leg to block the attempt, and reverses it into a suplex of his own. ~
Smith: Dangerous Dan reversed the suplex! He just planted Grenier into the mat!
Hood: Well, I gotta give him credit, it was a good move. But Grenier let him do it. That's the only explanation. He wasted valuable time.
~ Both Grenier and Dangerous Dan are slow getting to their feet, Grenier managing to get up first. However, Dangerous Dan was close enough to his corner to make the tag to TLS before Bob Grenier can stop him. TLS comes in on fire, taking it right to Grenier. Jack Lockwood and Tim Lockwood each come in, but TLS lays them out as well. Jack and Tim Lockwood both clear out of the ring, while TLS shoves Grenier into a corner and climbs the ropes. TLS takes his right hand and pounds away at Grenier's head while the crowd counts along. ~
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
Ten!
Hood: CLOSED FIST! Puff should DQ TLS on the spot for that!
Smith: I don’t know what you are talking about Hood.
~ After the tenth punch, TLS hops down, leaving a wobbly Bob Grenier hanging on in the corner. The Lost Soul grabs Grenier by the arm and whips him across the ring, causing Grenier to ram chest-first into the opposite turnbuckles. As Grenier bounces out, TLS grabs him and executes a beautiful bridging German suplex. ~
1!
2!
Hood: NO! Grenier kicks out, like I ever doubted that he would.
Smith: TLS really caught Ric Grenier off guard there, and just about sealed the win for his team.
Hood: Please, Smith. Grenier knew EXACTLY what he was doing.
~ The Lost Soul gets back up on fire, while Grenier backs into a corner and holds up his hands to TLS, as if he's asking for mercy. TLS shakes his head at Grenier's 'request' and moves in, but as he does Jack Lockwood enters the ring which distracts Puff, keeping him from seeing… ~
Smith: OH MY STARS! LOW BLOW BY GRENIER! That was TOTALLY uncalled for!
Hood: Shut it, Smith! That was a perfectly executed plan by the Mutiny. Tonight, you are seeing exactly why they are the dominant stable here in OCW.
Smith: What about the Blueprint?
Hood: Stop getting off topic they aren’t even in this match.
~ With the damage already done, Jack Lockwood gets back on the ring apron, while TLS is doubled over in pain. Grenier takes the chance to catch his breath, then kicks TLS right in the jaw. Bringing the Lost Soul to his feet, Grenier pulls TLS over to the Mutiny's corner. Grenier tags in Tim Lockwood, and then whips TLS into the ropes. On the rebound, Grenier nails TLS with a high knee, causing him to double over. Immediately, Tim Lockwood grabs TLS and lifts him into a powerbomb position. ~
Smith: Tim Lockwood lifts him up…
Hood: What goes up must come down. Turn out the lights, the party's over!
~ As soon as Tim Lockwood plants TLS with the inverted power bomb, he rolls him over and makes a cover. Puff, meanwhile, is a little slow getting into position to make the count. ~
1!
2!
Hood: HE GOT HIM!
Smith: NO! TLS kicks out a split second before Puff's hand hits the mat for a third time!
Hood: NO! This match should be over! Puff took his own sweet time getting over there! I'm filing a complaint against him. Where's Welsh?
~ Tim Lockwood, Grenier, and Jack Lockwood all go nuts and jump all over Puff for taking too long getting over to count. Puff does the best he can to ignore their insults and continue calling the match. ~
Smith: Don't be so hard on him. He's doing the best job he can do.
Hood: A blind referee could have made a faster count.[/color]
~ TLS makes it up to one knee before Tim Lockwood returns to continue his offensive. Tim Lockwood brings TLS the rest of the way to his feet, scooping him up over his shoulder. Lockwood signals with his free hand to the crowd, who respond to him with a wave of boos. ~
Smith: Looks like Tim Lockwood is signalling for a Tsunami Driver.
Hood: He hits this and it's all over but the crying.
~ However, Tim Lockwood took a bit too long, and TLS slides out of the powerslam position to land behind him. Before Tim can react, the Lost Soul grabs him in a reverse headlock and plants him HARD to the mat with an inverted DDT. ~
Hood: AARRRRGH!
Smith: "WHAT A MOVE BY TLS! He slipped out of the Tsumani Driver and countered with an inverted DDT! And both men are down and out! Here comes Puff to start the ten count!
Hood: Are you sure he can count that high?
1!
~ Both men are motionless on the canvas, while their respective corners try to cheer them on. ~
2!
3!
4!
Hood: TIM IS STARTING TO MOVE!
5!
6!
Smith: Tim Lockwood has made it to his feet, but he's still wobbling. And now TLS is on his knees, pulling himself up by the ropes!
7!
8!
~ Tim Lockwood stumbles his way over to his corner, finally making the tag to an anxious Jack Lockwood. TLS has now gotten to his feet, and is reaching for the outstretched hand of Crazy Chris. But Jack Lockwood gets to TLS before Crazy Chris can, grabbing him by the legs and pulling him to the center of the ring. ~
Hood: SMART MOVE BY JACK!
~ Wasting no time, Jack hangs on to The Lost Soul's right leg, quickly driving a knee right into it. TLS lets out a yell of pain, prompting Jack Lockwood to do it again. TLS grabs his knee in pain, while Jack Lockwood hangs onto the leg and tags out to Bob Grenier. Jack Lockwood keeps the leg exposed while Grenier comes off the ropes, and drives a knee right into the injured knee of TLS. ~
Smith: The Mutiny seem to have found a weakness and exposed it.
Hood: The Mutiny created that weakness, Smith.
Smith: Whatever, but I bet we could agree on the fact that TLS needs to make the tag.
Hood: Sorry, Smith, I can't agree with you. Makes me look bad.
~ While Hood and Smith continue their witty banter, Grenier drags TLS over to the ropes and places his right leg across the middle rope. Bob straddles the leg and leaps into the air, landing with all his weight directly onto the injured knee of TLS. After causing TLS more pain, Grenier kneels down beside his opponent and slaps him in the face a few times. ~
Hood: That's it, Bob! Slap him like the dog he is!
~ Grenier shouts a few insults at TLS, before making the tag to Tim Lockwood, who runs in and starts kicking away at TLS knee. Tim Lockwood grabs a handful of hair and brings Kris to his feet, pushing him into a corner. Tim unloads with a pair of knife edge chops. After those, he sends TLS across the ring, crashing hard into the turnbuckles. Tim Lockwood charges in, but TLS manages to get a boot up and kick Tim dead in the mouth. Tim Lockwood stops in his tracks for a moment, then unexplainably charges in again; and again gets a boot to the mouth. TLS follows that up with a back elbow that floors his opponent. On the apron, Crazy Chris reaches out for the tag… ~
Smith: AND TLS MAKES THE TAG TO CRAZY CHRIS!
~ Crazy Chris leaps over the top rope and charges at Tim Lockwood, pushing him into the ropes and sending him for the ride. Crazy Chris executes a perfect spinning leg lariat that drops Tim Lockwood on the rebound. Suddenly, Grenier and Jack Lockwood both rush the ring, only to be floored with hard right hands from Crazy Chris who gets the crowd even more behind him after that move. ~
Smith: CRAZY CHRIS IS A HOUSE OF FIRE!
Hood: Someone is going to rain on his parade soon. Only a matter of time.
~ But the numbers are too much for Crazy Chris, as eventually Grenier nails him from behind. Immediately, Dangerous Dan and TLS charge into the ring, and it all goes to pot… ~
Smith: OH MY STARS! IT'S ALL BROKEN DOWN IN THERE! WE'VE GOT A PIER SIX BRAWL, AND PUFF CAN ONLY WATCH!
Hood: COME ON, MUTINY! TEACH THESE DISRESPECTFUL PUNKS A LESSON!
~ TLS still a little slow from the earlier beating he took in the match, while the other five men go at it in an all-out brawl. Dangerous Dan is getting doubled by Jack Lockwood and Tim Lockwood, while Crazy Chris is pounding away on Grenier in a corner. After a stiff right hand that stuns Grenier, Crazy Chris lifts him up and over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Crazy Chris climbs up to the top ropes as Grenier is getting up to his feet. Crazy Chris leaps from the top ropes and connects with a diving splash to the back of Bob Grenier. ~
Smith: SHADOWS OF HELL BY CRAZY CHRIS! THIS COULD SPELL THE END FOR THE MUTINY!
~ As Crazy Chris prepares to pick up Grenier off the mat Jack Lockwood sees this and
breaks away from Dangerous Dan. Before Crazy Chris can execute another move, Jack Lockwood nails him from behind and spins Crazy Chris around, Jack kicks him in the gut and follows it up with a DDT of his own. ~
Hood: BEAUTIFUL! JUST BEAUTIFUL! Now we're beginning to see the Mutiny forming tonight.
Smith: This match is far from over Hood.
~ Grenier, who has now regained his bearings, hops up to the middle turnbuckle as he leaps off and drives an elbow right into the sternum of Crazy Chris. Grenier signals that it's
over, and makes the cover on Lance. Puff comes over to make the count…
1!
2!
Smith: DANGEROUS DAN MAKES THE SAVE IN THE NICK OF TIME!
~ Sure enough, Dangerous Dan managed to get up and drop an elbow on the back of Grenier's head as he made the cover. As Dangerous Dan gets back to his feet, Jack Lockwood comes over and takes a swing, but Dan blocks it and clobbers Jack with a punch of his own. Beside him, TLS has taken control over Tim Lockwood, locking on a front facelock. As Dangerous Dan turns around to help TLS however, Jack clips Dan from behind, causing him to fall right into Tim and sandwich TLS in the corner. ~
Smith: The clip by Tim Lockwood caused TLS to smash his own partner in the corner!
~ With TLS back down on the mat, Jack begins to work over the knee again. Meanwhile, Grenier and Crazy Chris have left the ring and are brawling on the floor. Crazy Chris comes in with a poke to Grenier's eyes, then sends him crashing head-first into the ringside steps. Wasting no time, Crazy Chris throws Grenier shoulder first into the ring barricade. ~
Smith: Folks, this one has broken down completely. We've got Chris and Bob going at it right here in front of us, and a wild brawl inside the ring. This one has been all we'd bargained for and more!
~ Outside the ring, Bob Grenier is leaning up against the ringpost, with Crazy Chris charging at him. However, Bob moves at the last second and Chris' shoulder crashes into the barricade. Crazy falls to the concrete clutching his shoulder, while Grenier catches his breath. Back in the ring, The Lockwoods are taking it to TLS and Dan. ~
Hood: YES! The Mutiny is in firm control of this match!
Smith: It would appear that way, but I can't remember who the legal men are at this point.
Hood: You wouldn't, you moron.
Smith: Do you remember?
Hood: Yes, but I'm not going to tell you.
~ In the ring, Tim Lockwood drops TLS with a vertical suplex. Jack Lockwood sets Dangerous Dan up for a piledriver, but is having a hard time getting Dan up. Finally, Dangerous Dan counters the move with a backdrop, sending Jack Lockwood crashing to the mat. Across the ring, Tim Lockwood leaps from the second rope at TLS, but TLS rolls out of the way causing Tim to draw nothing but mat. Outside the ring, Grenier throws Crazy Chris shoulder first into a guardrail. ~
Smith: Looks like the tide is turning inside the ring!
~ Dangerous Dan goes straight after Jack Lockwood, nailing him with a forearm to the temple as he stands up. Across the ring, TLS catches Tim Lockwood with a European uppercut as he stands, driving him into the ropes. TLS sends Tim Lockwood for the ride, and plants him with a hard spinebuster on the rebound. ~
Smith: BIG SPINEBUSTER BY THE LOST SOUL! HERE'S A COVER!
Hood: HEY! TIM'S NOT THE LEGAL MAN!
Smith: At this point, I don't think it matters.
1!
2!
Hood: YESSSS! GRENIER MAKES THE SAVE!
~ Bob Grenier came out of nowhere to pull TLS off of Tim Lockwood, and immediately begins stomping on TLS knee. Meanwhile, Dangerous Dan is staying on top of Jack Lockwood, nailing him with a springboard back elbow. Crazy Chris is still laid out on the outside, and is just now getting to his feet. ~
Smith: MY WORD, I CAN'T BELIEVE PUFF HAS ALLOWED THIS TO GO ON!
Hood: WHAT CHOICE DOES HE HAVE?
~ Tim Lockwood and Grenier throw TLS into a corner and pound on him for a moment, then send him across the ring to the opposite corner. However, as TLS bounces out, he absolutely NAILS both Bob and Tim Lockwood with a double clothesline, sending them both crashing to the mat. As soon as he takes them down, TLS falls to the mat himself, holding his knee in pain. ~
Hood: Look at that! TLS knee isn't going to make it!
~ Crazy Chris has rolled back into the ring but no one has noticed him yet. Grenier lifts TLS up and plants him with a Canadian backbreaker into a reverse side slam. Bob then stands right on TLS throat, using the ropes for leverage to increase the pressure. ~
Hood: YESSSS! IT'S ALL MUTINY FROM HERE ON OUT!
~ Meanwhile, Jack Lockwood has lifted Dangerous Dan up into position for a tombstone piledriver -- but out of nowhere, Crazy Chris springboards into action with a dropkick into the back of Dangerous Dan! That kick gives Dan momentum to reverse it into his own tombstone piledriver version. With Jack Lockwood out of it, Crazy Chris helps up Dangerous Dan to his feet and they turn their attention to Bob Grenier, who is about to wrap up the bad knee of TLS in a figure-four. Before Bob can, however, Dangerous Dan blindsides him with a superkick, dropping him like a ton of bricks. Grenier rolls to the outside of the ring leaving only Tim Lockwood in the ring. ~
Smith: THE ENDD IS NEAR! THE DANGER BOIZ ARE ON FIRE!
Hood: NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!
~ Wasting no time, Dangerous Dan begins to climb the to the top as Crazy Chris connects with a hurricanrana on Tim. Dangerous Dan is on the top ropes and leaps off connecting with a beautiful swanton bomb. ~
Smith: THE ENDD!
Hood: THIS IS CHEATING AT ITS BEST! PUFF NEEDS TO BE FIRED!
~ TLS clutching at his knee crawls over and places an arm on Tim Lockwood’s chest as The Danger Boiz stand back to back making sure neither Jack nor Bob can disrupt this pinfall. ~
1!
2!
3!
Smith: The Danger Boiz and TLS have defeated the Mutiny.
Hood: They must have paid Puff out with some food or something.
Belvedere: Here are your winners the team of THE LOST SOUL AND THE DANGER BOIZ!!!!!
Smith: Hard fought win for TLS and The Danger Boiz…all three have looked extra sharp since returning
Hood: Yea, infomercial KNIFE sharp!
Smith: Uh, sure. The Danger Boiz are rumored to be the next opponents for Perfectly Marvelous…I’d have to say, given their past two performances that they’ve earned that spot
Hood: Maybe they have…maybe they haven’t…it’s the tag division, who gives a fuck
Smith: Horrible attitude…as for Grenier and The Lockwood Party…tough loss. The Lockwoods have struggled in recent weeks…but they did give PM a heck of a fight. Grenier, however, is very much in the thick of the Mix race…so he’s got a lot to fight for
Hood: Yep, fucker could win the whole damn thing
Smith: Indeed…well, we’re still very much in the thick of things tonight…so, let’s head backstage!
~Two hands come into focus. They load a VHS tape into a prehistoric VCR. The label on the tape reads, “Bloody Footprints”. The screen turns blue then “Play” appears in the right hand corner. The fuzzy picture comes into focus slowly as the unknown hands work the tracking buttons. A room comes into full focus then disappears. It’s the newly renovated dance hall at FuryLand. A single long fluorescent light bulb flickers to life on the ceiling.~
~The light then flickers dead. Every time it flickers to life, more of the room becomes exposed. Naked mannequins with blank facial expressions fill the room with no windows for light to get in. The floor is flooded ankle deep with a red fluid. The light flickers dead again blackening out the entire room once more. When the light flickers back to life, two individuals now stand close together in an open space among the mannequins. “In The Air Tonight” by In This Moment suddenly begins to blast. The individuals are revealed to be Kira Phoenix and Tommy Crimson when the light flickers to life again.~
~The couple appear to be slow dancing. Kira is wearing a long solid white dress which flows from her corset as they sway. Tommy is wearing a solid white tux with a red tie They are also both bare footed. They waltz among the mannequins and splash the blood like substance on the floor about. The fuzzy film grows clearer. Crimson leans in close to whisper in Kira’s ear as the music dies down.~
Crimson: All people worship machines now. God has been replaced by a handheld that’s made in China. I bet if you ass fucked the holy ghost you would get a super power.
~Kira giggles at Tommy’s blasphemy. Crimson stares at the mannequins then spins Kira slowly. He dips her down and brushes his lips past hers.~
Kira: There hasn’t been a God for ages upon ages now my dearest..
~She wraps her arms around his neck as he brings her back in a swirl of motion upright. The tulle of her gown has began to be dyed by the red liquid they are dancing upon.~
Crimson: I like the dress.
~Kira looks down at her gown. She then holds out her left hand. The light overhead continues to flicker on and off. When the light flickers back on, Kira is admiring her new wedding ring. A satanist married the two just three hours before in a quiet ceremony. They had it where that one kid got ate by a gator last year at Disney.~
Kira: This corn syrup looks just like real blood.
Crimson: I thought it was real blood. Now I wish I didn’t know it was fake. It was twice as hot when I thought we were dancing in real blood. Shows where my head's at. I can only get aroused if it’s somehow related directly to violence.
Kira: MmmHmm I love the way you think but…
~She looks down at the shiny pool spread at their feet a worried look across her brow. Shuffles her foot in the warm liquid as it drips from her toes~
Kira: I’m afraid I may lose the match baby and if…
~Tommy stops her placing a finger gently tracing her lips. He takes his new bride by the hand and holds it tightly but kind.~
Crimson: Shhh.
~Crimson walks over to a mannequin. He pushes it over then watches it hit the floor in a splash. He turns back toward Kira.~
Crimson: Don’t fear any of them. You control your own destiny. They will use any fear they smell on you against you. You must wipe your mind of any doubt. They all think you are a weak little bitch that got a shot in OCW only because you suck my dick. Use that as fuel to propel yourself through each and every one of them. They all laugh at you. Use it against them.
~Kira steps away from him across the floor, head still hanging down a little. She slowly walks toward an old antique claw foot buffet table between two of the life size dolls. Placing her fingers on the edge she picks up a silver heart shaped hand mirror from the top. She brings the reflective side to her chest, clutching it close to her heart.~
Kira: It’s 6 against 1 basically! That fucker Zybala walla onion whatever and miss Julliet and not to mention... One of my own stable mates at first, your buddy Canyon...Makes Me pissed! But I have more than just those asshats. There is Wolf boy to consider and another...another...ah who the hell cares my end don’t look too promising.
~She still has the mirror turned into her bust with her back turned away from Crimson. Holding onto the heart shaped mirror. Slowly she extends it outward and looks into the reflection which is cracked. A little sliver is missing in the very middle splitting the heart into two pieces.~
Kira: It’s broken just like all of me isn’t it?
~Crimson steps in behind her. The taller Tommy hovers over Kira’s right shoulder. She can see herself and Crimson over her shoulder in the mirror now.~
Crimson: You are not broken. You don’t need “fixed”. Kira, you have been programmed by a square box all your life. It told you how to eat, look, and fuck. Personal deep rooted pain and domestic violence caused you to snap. A reset, if you will. Now I can reprogram you, Kira. You aren’t broken at all. You Are Now Whole.
~Crimson reaches over Kira’s shoulder and pinches the two pieces of mirror together. The mirror becomes whole leading Kira’s reflection to do the same. She smiles then turns slowly around to face Tommy. She drops the mirror and it shatters on the floor. Phoenix then wraps both of her arms around Crimson’s neck. The two continue to slow dance to “Now You’ve Got Something To Die For” by Lamb of God now. The song cranks up as the recorded tape turns fuzzy then off suddenly. The VCR eats the tape! Was that the end? We’ll never know. The two unknown hands come back in focus. They fumble around to recover the tape with no success.~
Smith: And I thought the Alice/CJ courtship was weird
Hood: What a waste of perfectly good corn syrup
Smith: We need to get used to it...Kira is a rising star in OCW and Tommy, well, he's headed for big things
Hood: Fuck yea he is...a soon to be power couple...imagine if Kira wins tonight...bitch will be in line for the Paradigm Title...which means by September Crimson could be the Savage Champ and Kira the Paradigm Champ
Smith: That is a possibility
Hood: SAVE US SYREN
Smith: I don't think that's going to happen. Anyway...while those two continue doing...whatever it is they were doing...we'll move on. It's time for the MIX to continue...Josie Barnes takes on Chad Vargas and that match is next!
”The Purple V.I.P.” Josie Barnes (10-6) vs. “The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas (13-5)
Smith: The next round of the Margarita Mix is up.
Hood: Josie defeated Crimson last week and Vargas lost to CJ.
Smith: Josie gets better and better each week.
Belvedere: The following match is part of the Margarita MIX! Introducing first…. She hails from Lilly, Georgia but resides in Key West… she is the PURPLE VIP…JoooooSssssssiiiieeee Barnes!
Hood: Hardy distracted Crimson and Josie took full advantage.
Smith: He means to say a clean win, Ladies and Gentlemen. I know you love The Fury but give this girl some credit, Hood.
Hood: No.
~”The Fighter” by In This Moment begins to play. The fans get on their feet and offer a very likable, cheery response for Josie Barnes. She steps out from behind the curtain with anxiety in her face. She’s got a HUGE task in front of her. She sets down the ramp and doesn’t exert any wasted energy. She rolls in under the bottom rope and pops to her feet in the center of the ring~
Smith: Here comes CHAD VARGAS!
Belvedere: And Her Opponent... from Everclear County, Tennessee…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 245lbs…. he is a former OCW Champion…“The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas!!!
Hood: This guy means business. He is a former World Champion completely pissed off due to CJ beating him here last week.
Smith: Josie on the other side of that is confident after beating Tommy Crimson. This could get interesting fast.
~The opening chords of Lynyrd Skynyd’s “Needle and the Spoon” controls the sound system as a voice over shouts ‘King Kong ain’t got shit on me!” as “The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas emerges onto the ramp, his arms raised in the air. He takes a few steps forward as orange, blue, and white pyros blast from behind him. Vargas turns, eyes wide as he smirks reveling in his entrance. He slowly struts down the aisle, mouthing obscenities to the crowd on his way by as they boo him. Once he reaches the ring, he slowly climbs up the 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’.~
Hood: There’s only one Chad Vargas.
Smith: That’s a fact.
~The referee comes in to explain the rules of the matchup. Josie stares right at Chad Vargas but he pays her zero attention.~
Smith: Josie looks as confident as I’ve ever seen her.
~The bell rings and Vargas immediately backhands Barnes across the chest! The violent strike sends The Purple VIP flying back. She catches her balance by bending down on one knee. She tries in vain to regain her breath. The Confederate Icon charges in hot then boots Josie in the face at full speed! Barnes flies through the ropes then bounces to the outside. Vargas follows up by sliding under the bottom rope. Chad hits both feet on the outside. He then lifts Barnes up over his head then places her across his left shoulder blade facing the ring. Vargas suddenly throws Josie up into the air! He carefully moves right before she comes back down. Josie free falls in the air until her chin clips the apron to halt her fall! Josie’s head snaps back and she hits the floor in a pile. Chad lift her up then rolls her in the ring. He then slides in behind her. He hooks a leg!~
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Hood: KICKOUT BY BARNES! That was close!
Smith: Her chin caught the apron and snapped her head back! Barnes may be injured!
~Josie twist her head slightly then winces in pain. Vargas gets to his feet first. He pulls Josie up by the hair of her head with the referee warning him the whole way. Barnes wraps both her arms around Chad’s neck then drops down! The unorthodox jawbreaker bounces Vargas back to the mat in a seated position.~
Smith: Nice counter by Josie!
Hood: Now she’s back on her feet!
~Josie rushes toward Chad and catches him with a nasty shining wizard! Vargas hits the mat flat on his back. Barnes rolls him up!~
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Hood: KICKOUT!
Smith: She won with that move last week.
Hood: I know. I was there, remember?
~Josie gets back to her feet before Chad. She takes off toward the corner closest to Vargas. She climbs up on the middle turnbuckle then turns around to face out at Chad. Barnes then carefully turns around and waits for The Confederate Icon to get back to his feet. Chad shakes his head while on one knee. The jawbreaker caught him completely off guard. Vargas stands up then turns around. Josie leaps off the middle turnbuckle and dives at Chad! She does a flip in the air over his right shoulder! She wraps her arms around his neck for a beautiful diving neckbreaker! The crowd pops!~
Smith: She hooks a leg!
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Hood: KICKOUT!
~Chad gets up as does Josie. She charges at Vargas and attempts a dropkick! He ducks out of the way and the referee gets nailed! He falls to the mat. Chad laughs at the botch then catches Barnes as she gets back up. He backhands her in the genitals as hard as he can! The solid slap causes every woman in the front row to wince. Chad then attempts to pull his brass knuckles out of his pants. He drops them on the mat. Barnes winces from the shock of the slap, she then quickly snatches up the brass knuckles. She puts them on her small hand then drops to her knees. Barnes hits Chad as hard as she possibly can in the groin with her small brass knuckled fist! He hits the mat holding his privates as the referee stands back up.~
Hood: OUCH! You know that had to hurt.
Smith: The Confederate Icon’s plan to cheat has backfired in his face!
~Josie slides the knuckles out of the ring before the referee sees them. Vargas finally gets up to his feet but the shot has left him a bit tender. Barnes sneaks up behind Chad then takes hold of his shoulder to spin him around! Vargas spins to face Josie. She attempts the Barnes Effect! Vargas holds onto her as she tries to drop back however. He spins around in a circle holding her up then sits down himself in a violent sit down powerbomb! The Confederate Icon confidently hooks a leg!~
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Smith: KICKOUT! Josie tried to hit her signature but Chad counters with a huge powerbomb!
Hood: They are both breathing heavy now.
~Both wrestlers sit flat on the mat facing each other. Chad takes off crawling at Barnes! She doesn’t expect this and Vargas ends up on top of her. He chokes her until the referee comes in to warn him. Chad then begins to backhand her across the face! The crowd boos as he continues to smack her over and over. He uses his kneecaps to pin her arms to the mat!~
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Hood: KICKOUT BY BARNES! Vargas seems to be toying with her now.
Smith: That’s just how he does business.
~Vargas falls off her and Josie leaps to her feet! She pushes Chad into the ropes! He bounces off the ropes and on the return catches a pele’ kick from Barnes! The overhead kick catches Vargas on the bridge of his nose! The crowd pops when Josie hits the mat. She thinks about pinning Vargas but then decides against it. Barnes looks over at the turnbuckle then makes her way over to it. She climbs up on the middle rope then bounces to the top. Josie leaps off attempting a rounding moonsault! Chad lifts both knees up causing Barnes to crash and burn!~
Smith: Josie caught solid kneecaps that time! She is down and now Vargas is getting up!
Hood: Barnes should have went for the pin but put it all on the line instead.
~Josie rolls out of the ring holding her midsection. Chad slides through the ropes then stands on the apron to watch Barnes squirm in pain. Vargas kicks Josie in the side of the head causing her to hit all fours. She breathes heavy, sucking air hard. The Confederate Icon walks along the apron over to the ring steps. He struts down them to taunt the crowd. The boos fill the arena! Chad watches Josie from afar for a moment. She slowly stands up then turns around. Chad takes off before Barnes can completely turn around! As she turns, Vargas hits a picture perfect swinging neck breaker! The referee begins his count on both wrestlers.~
Hood: He has to get Josie back in the ring!
~Josie sits up on both her elbows. She notices the brass knuckles she pushed out of the ring earlier on the floor. Vargas gets back up then immediately comes at her to follow up! Barnes snatches up the brass knucks then ducks The Confederate Icon’s attempt at a clothesline! Chad stops after the miss then turns back around to face Josie. Barnes quickly snatches hold of Vargas’s head in a headlock! She turns the two away from the referee, whose count has reached 4 now. The referee can’t see when Josie uses her free right arm to hit Chad in the forehead with her brass knuckled fist! She releases the headlock and he falls to the mat lifeless. The referee notices Vargas’s head is now busted open. While the referee looks over Chad from the inside of the ring looking out, Josie carefully slides Chad’s brass knucks up under the ring!~
Hood: Josie just used Chad’s brass knucks to hit him with her own version of his Knoxville Knuckle Fuck! Vargas is now bleeding and the referee is clueless to what just happened.
Smith: Josie turned the two away from the referee. What did Tommy Crimson do to Sweet Josie last week?
Hood: Barnes is more violent now than maybe ever before. She will do anything to win this match.
~Barnes pulls up Chad to his feet. He wobbles but Josie rolls him up on the apron before his dead weight can shift. Barnes rolls in the ring then begins to tug at the much larger Chad Vargas. She pulls with all her might and finally gets him back in the ring. Josie hooks a leg!~
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Smith: KICKOUT BY THE CONFEDERATE ICON! That was sooo close.
Hood: The racist lives!
~Josie raises up after nearly winning the match up. She has a shocked look across her face. Vargas wipes his forehead and realizes she busted him open. Barnes is completely frustrated that Chad is still alive in this one. Vargas gets back to his feet slowly. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. Josie gets up too then rushes at Chad! She lowers her body as she comes in, looking for some sort of tackle. Vargas shuffles his feet then catches her head just right for a brutal evenflow DDT! The maneuver shakes the entire ring. Chad pins Josie to the mat!~
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Hood: KICKOUT BY JOSIE BARNES!
Smith: Josie continues to impress in this one.
Hood: Chad Vargas came here to fucking fight tonight!
~Chad catches Josie as she stands up! He hooks her for a forward russian leg sweep!~
Smith: THE STROKE! Chad just hit The Stroke!
Hood: Josie rolls out of the ring! She’s completely out of it!
~The Confederate Icon hits the mat just as Barnes rolls out of the ring. She ends up in a small pile on the outside of the ring. Chad rolls his eyes that he has to go after her. The crowd boos as he slides through the ropes. He leaps off the apron knee first! Vargas catches Josie in the middle of her back with a sharp knee!~
Hood: Barnes is not moving.
Smith: Vargas continues to punish The Purple V.I.P.!
~Chad picks her up then rolls her back into the ring. Vargas follows behind by sliding in underneath the bottom rope. The Confederate Icon gets back to his feet then hovers above Josie. Suddenly she leaps up at him! Before Chad can do anything she hooks him for The Barnes Effect! Josie drives both of her knees into his face! Vargas bounces back ending up down flush against the mat. The crowd pops as Barnes pins Chad quickly!
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Smith: KICKOUT BY CHAD VARGAS! Josie simply cannot believe it.
Hood: Chad Vargas nearly just lost this match.
~Barnes and Vargas both lay on their backs looking up at the bright lights. They breath heavy after going at it nonstop. The referee stands between the two wrestlers and begins a double count. Josie rubs her face with her hands completely exhausted. Chad wipes the blood from the cut on his forehead that he sustained earlier. Vargas then gets to his feet slowly. Josie realizes he is back up after it’s already too late. Chad lifts her right leg up then applies a figure four leglock!~
Hood: VARGAS HAS THE FIGURE FOUR LOCKED IN! Josie has nowhere to go!
Smith: She is reaching for the ropes.
Hood: They are too far.
~Josie reaches for the ropes but Chad applies even more pressure for her defiance. The crowd boos as Barnes thrashes about. She leans up and tries in vain to hit Chad Vargas! He grins wide then applies even more pressure! Josie thinks about tapping. The pain is so intense and great she finally gives in. She drops her right hand down toward the mat but Chad intercepts it?~
Hood: I think she wanted to tap!
~Josie writhes in pain. Vargas continues to apply pressure to her legs while holding her right wrist in his grasp. Barnes scoots back suddenly but she can’t reach the ropes with her free left hand. She then attempts to drop her left hand to mat. The pain is just too intense now. Chad intercepts that hand as well! Barnes eyes grow wide as she realizes there is no escape now. She continues to scoot back slowly using her hips. Josie leans her head all the way back utilizing her incredible flexibility! She then opens her mouth up! She bites down on the bottom rope! The referee rushes in to break the hold.~
Smith: She just broke a figure four leg lock by biting the rope?
Hood: There’s no quit in this bitch tonight. Vargas is completely frustrated now!
~Chad hits the mat with both fists in complete frustration. Josie releases her jaw to let go of the bottom rope. Vargas charges in and begins to stomp down on Barnes! She tries to protect herself with little success. Chad begins hammering her with knee shot after knee shot to the head! Josie reaches up with all she’s got left and rakes the eyes of Chad Vargas! The referee was behind Chad and missed the cheap shot! Vargas wipes his eyes attempting to regain his vision. Josie gets back to her feet then faces down The Confederate Icon. Chad staggers around still trying to regain his sight. Josie charges at him! Chad ducks at the last possible second! Josie bounces off the ropes then back at Vargas! He catches her for a fireman’s carry! Barnes elbows Vargas in the side of the head, wiggling free, landing on her feet~
Smith: C’mon, Josie…pull the upset!
Hood: The fuck’s wrong with you, man? Pulling for HER over HIM?
Smith: I don’t look at them as man and woman…I look at them as COMPETITORS
Hood: Time to go see the optometrist
~Barnes is standing behind Vargas…she runs, hitting the ropes. Vargas turns around…Barnes spins, looking for a discus lariat…Vargas ducks…Barnes whiffs…Chad grabs onto Barnes and drops her face down into the mat with THE STROKE!!! Vargas flips Josie over, going for the pin…Scruff makes the count~
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~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….“THE CONFEDERATE ICON” CHAD VARGAS!!!!!
Smith: The Stroke, seemingly out of nowhere! Vargas bounces back STRONG after his defeat last week to CJ
Hood: Yea, I thought he might kill himself after last Monday but suicide was, apparently, not on the menu
Smith: Chad is too confident to perpetrate such a terrible act. He may have been crestfallen, sure…but to the point of suicide? No way…he bounced back and is very much in the thick of things
Hood: Yep, I’m rooting for him…GO CHAD GO
Smith: It will be interesting as this Mix reaches the second half of competition…we will find out very soon who will headline Serial Thrillers for the OCW Title. In the meantime, however…we’ve got more to come so…let’s head backstage!
~Within Castle Morbidus Robert Morbidus is sat in his throne room surrounded by candlelight. His manager Mr. Judas is sat on the nearby couch confused~
Mr. Judas: I thought you were going tonight. I even told that to OCW interviewers earlier.
Morbidus: Hmph. They can bask in my presence when I deem in necessary Judas. For now, give them at OCW this. Get them to play it at Massacre.
~Morbidus hands a videotape to Judas~
Morbidus: Good evening OCW. It is I, your vision of fear. Darkness itself personified. ‘The True Living Vampire’ Robert Morbidus. Now, I know you were expecting to see me at Massacre tonight, because of course you were. But that is not the case as you can see. I will be at Massacre when I deem it necessary. Such as the next time when I face some poor deluded fool in that ring. Incidentally detective Puffer… have you had facial reconstructive surgery since we last met? You look different. Hmph… If you stupid reporters of OCW wish to know where I’ve been lately, you may take it up with Judas. For now, OCW…farewell. Sleep well…
~The feed cuts. We focus back on the announce table~
Smith: The vampire is BACK
Hood: I guess he finally recovered from all that sun he took in from the Amazon
Smith: He seems to be singling out Jack Puffer
Hood: Fuckin' Puffer...guy can't catch a break
Smith: I'd feel bad for him if he were good at his job, but he isn't. Regardless...Morbidus is one of the more intimidating figures we've had in OCW this year...his return should put the roster on notice
Hood: Yep, wrestle in turtle necks!
Smith: What a night though, huh? Morbidus is back...the Dravers are on their way to the arena...crazy coincidence!
Hood: Yea it is...hmmm...
Smith: Well, while you try and PUFFER your way through that mental maze I'll move the show forward. A HUGE match is up next as CJ O'Donnell and Mack O'Connor face off in the Margarita Mix...let's head down to ringside
Margarita Mix
”The Distingished” CJ O’Donnell(22-3) vs. Mack O’Connor(18-3)
Hood: This has a “big fight” feel to it. The crowd awaits this one with little patience.
Smith: Last week, CJ defeated Chad Vargas in a Mix match. He then would later on in the night compete again in a OCW Championship Match.
Hood: He lost a close one. The Incredible One became Champion and now CJ focuses solely on the Margarita Mix. Mack on the other side just won a belt from TIO. He has looked unstoppable as of late and now these two will face off.
Smith: Here comes O’Donnell!
~"Kings Never Die" by Eminem blasts throughout. The boo’s come to life being fueled by real hatred. CJ walks out onto the stage with a sly grin across his face. The Ironman of OCW walks down the ramp toward the ring. He slides in then taunts the crowd a bit. The Distinguished then watches the stage for his opponent to arrive.~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178 lbs…he is the self-proclaimed Iron Man of the OCW…”The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!!!!
Hood: CJ looks to be all business here tonight. The Margarita Mix is white hot right now. It is bursting at the motherfuckin’ seams with talent.
Smith: These two have be considered favorites to win the whole damn thing.
~"Vagabond” by the Greenskeepers hits, Mack O’Connor walks out on the stage then walks directly to the ring. Mack is dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He raises his belt to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He then slides into the ring and starts pacing in his corner. He doesn’t talk trash to his opponent but he makes sure to stare them down, letting them know he means business.~
Hood: Mack looks great with that strap.
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 230lbs…he is OCW Paradigm Champion…Mack O’Connor!
Smith: The Paradigm Champion does not fear O’Donnell.
Hood: That may be a mistake. CJ is one of the top stars in wrestling today.
Smith: So is Mack!
~The referee comes into explain the rules of the match. Both men exchange cold stares. The referee finishes up then calls for the bell!~
Hood: And We Are Off!
~The two men begin to circle each other. CJ strikes first! He hits Mack across the chest with sharp backhand chop! O’Connor retaliates by catching O’Donnell with a right jab then a left hook! He works CJ along the ropes with different punch combinations. The last uppercut leaves O’Donnell sitting on the mat in the corner. While he shakes it off, Mack backs himself up then charges the corner. He catches CJ in the face with a knee! O’Connor pulls CJ away from the ropes then pins his back to the mat.~
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Smith: KICKOUT!
~Mack gets back to his feet quickly. O’Donnell leaps to his feet then grapples up O’Connor! CJ hits O’Connor with a quick hip toss! Mack falls to the mat and while he gets back up, O’Donnell does a cartwheel. O’Connor gets back up to catch a drop kick to the side of his face! CJ taunts the crowd further before he hooks a leg!~
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Hood: KICKOUT! CJ follows up with ankle lock!
Smith: O’Donnell pulls Mack to the center of the ring!
~CJ locks in the ankle then falls to the mat to grape vine around the leg of O’Connor! The Distinguished twists the ankle of The Paradigm Champion. Mack thrashes around the ring searching for the ropes. O’Donnell was sure to pull him to the center of the ring before locking the hold in. O’Connor begins to use his elbows down against the mat. He digs in then scoots the two men toward the ropes. CJ twists the ankle even further causing Mack to wince from the sudden intense pain. O’Connor then attempts to use his elbows in the mat to scoot back once more. CJ twists even further leading Mack to yell out. He reaches back and snatches up the bottom rope! The referee comes into break the hold but O’Donnell continues to hold it. The referee begins his count while CJ tries to break O’Connor’s ankle! When the referee’s count reaches four, O’Donnell released the ankle lock.~
Smith: Did you see how he was twisting Mack’s ankle? I’m surprised he didn’t break it!
Hood: He wants to win.
~O’Connor gets back to his feet using the ropes after the break. The referee stands CJ back allowing Mack to stand up. O’Connor is now obviously favoring the ankle. O’Donnell charges at O’Connor looking for a clothesline! Mack ducks at the last possible second then dumps CJ over his head and to the outside? Nope. O’Donnell holds onto the top rope then balances himself on the apron. All of this is unknown to Mack as he leans against the ropes to catch his breath. CJ reaches across the ropes and locks in a sleeper hold!~
Hood: The Distinguished has locked in a sleeper!
~Mack quickly snatches up the ropes but O’Donnell doesn’t release the hold! O’Connor reaches back with his arms and snatches CJ around the neck. Mack then drops down! The jawbreaker leads O’Donnell to catch his throat on the top rope! The shot causes CJ to bounce off the apron and hit the outside floor. Mack sits in the ring holding his throat.~
Smith: Mack counters with HollowPoint!
Hood: That move was very effective in that particular situation.
Smith: Indeed.
~The referee begins his count on O’Donnell. CJ finally stirs when the count reaches two. O’Connor slowly gets back to his feet. The ankle obviously still in pain. CJ staggers up the ring steps just as O’Connor notices him. O’Donnell slips through the ropes in the corner. Suddenly Mack comes charging across the ring. O’Connor spears CJ into the corner with everything he’s got! O’Donnell falls face first to the mat. Mack flips him over then pins his shoulders to the mat!
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Hood: KICKOUT BY THE DISTINGUISHED!
~O’Connor shakes his head then argues with the referee. Mack turns his back to CJ while doing this. O’Donnell quickly rolls him up!~
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Smith: KICKOUT BY MACK! That was close.
Hood: Too close for comfort. O’Connor just rolled out of the ring.
~Mack clears his head alongside the apron. He walks on the outside of the ring shaking his head. O’Donnell quickly rushes over to the corner then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Mack has his back turn away from CJ. O’Connor reaches the ring steps and turns completely around. He makes his way back and glances over into the ring to spot O’Donnell. CJ isn’t there! Mack frantically looks around just as The Distinguished dives off the top turnbuckle! O’Donnell crashes into O’Connor with his full weight! The sudden heavy shot sends Mack over the security barrier and into the timekeeper's area.~
Smith: O’Donnell just took flight and nailed Mack with a huge suicide dive! The crowd is loving this match.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Hood: There are kids here, geez.
~The Distinguished gets to his feet first. Mack then pops up from the time keepers cubbyhole. The crowd pops at the sight of O’Connor. He hops over the security barrier then immediately looks for CJ. O’Donnell charges at him as the referee begins his count. Mack tries to intercept CJ but O’Donnell slides between his legs at the last possible second! O’Connor turns around to catch a picture perfect enziguri kick to the side of the head! CJ quickly gets back to his feet then slides back in the ring.~
Hood: CJ is back in control of this one.
Smith: Mack is getting up!
~O’Connor uses the ring skirt to pull himself up. He gets up on the apron then rolls underneath the bottom rope. O’Donnell comes charging in! He begins attempting to stomp down on Mack but O’Connor swiftly counters by snatching up CJ’s right ankle! He twists it with all his might leading O’Donnell to hit the mat to bend with the twist instead of against the grain. Mack leaps to his feet! O’Donnell hits the mat but O’Connor grapples him right back to his feet. Mack hooks him for a pumphandle slam! O’Connor follows up by getting CJ back to his feet then irish whipping him into the ropes. On the return, Mack leaps up in the air over top of CJ! O’Donnell ducks then bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. On the return, the two men meet in the middle of the ring. O’Connor lowers his shoulders then snatches up CJ around his hips! Mack spins O’Donnell around in the air then drives him into the mat with a vicious spinebuster! O’Connor hooks a leg!~
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Smith: KICKOUT BY CJ!
Hood: Speaking of spinebusters, what do you think about the Perfectly Marvelous Podcast?
Smith: I think you just cheap plugged it.
Hood: I have no shame.
~CJ rolls out of the ring to avoid Mack. O’Connor calls for O’Donnell to come back in the ring to fight with a taunting gesture. The Distinguished grins menacingly up at Mack then rolls back in the ring. O’Connor and O’Donnell stare each other down. CJ holds his back for a brief moment then begins to circle Mack. O’Connor is still protecting his sore ankle. The two circle each other then strike at the same exact time. They grapple each other then spin around the ring in a dance for ultimate supremacy. Mack pushes O’Donnell into the corner but O’Donnell counters with a sharp knee shot to the rib cage! O’Connor stops his assault giving CJ a slight opening. The Distinguished charges in with kicks! The sharp precise solid kicks work Mack across the ring in a daze. Finally before the two wrestlers reach the opposite side of the ring, O’Connor begins to fall forward! CJ quickly spins him around then wraps both arms around Mack’s waist! O’Donnell drops back delivering a ring rattling Distinguished Plex! CJ pins Mack’s shoulders flush to the mat!~
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Smith: KICKOUT BY MACK O’CONNOR!
Hood: CJ almost got him right there. The crowd was sure O’Donnell had won this one.
~The crowd pops at the kickout! CJ can’t believe that Mack kicked out. O’Connor gets up slowly to one knee then back to two feet. O’Donnell turns to see him standing and charges at Mack! O’Connor then takes off at CJ! They meet in the center of the ring and O’Connor hammers O’Donnell across the neck with a huge clothesline! The force of the blow sends The Distinguished into a full flip in the air! Mack hooks a leg but CJ rolls out of the ring before a count of one!~
Hood: Smart play. O’Donnell needs a moment and he’s taking it.
Smith: That is if Mack allows it.
~O’Connor glides through the ropes. He hops down off the apron then walks up behind O’Donnell. Before CJ can react Mack begins to push him from behind! O’Connor pushes The Distinguished into the ring post! The violent lick causes CJ to hit the floor lifeless. Mack follows up by getting him back to his feet. O’Connor attempts to irish whip O’Donnell toward the ring post again! CJ stops himself on the apron by extending both hands out! He then takes hold of Mack’s neck! O’Donnell then counters by forcing O’Connor into the post face first! The referee begins his count as O’Connor hits the floor. CJ’s feet wobble but he keeps his balance by holding onto the bottom rope. Mack ends up laid out down the ring steps. O’Donnell charges in to stomp O'Connor's head into the steel steps but Mack counters! The crowd pops as O’Connor catches CJ’s leg! He then lifts it up leading O’Donnell to fall flat on his back! Mack then slowly crawls up the ring steps to roll back in the ring. CJ shakes his head to catch his bearings before he slides back in the ring.~
Smith: Both men are back in the ring now!
Hood: They have been to war here tonight. Neither man wants a to lose a match in The Margarita Mix!
~CJ charges at Mack suddenly looking for some Irish Knowledge! O’Connor ducks it then follows up by rolling up O’Donnell!~
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Hood: KICKOUT OUT BY O’DONNELL!
Smith: That was a nice counter. These men are exhausted.
Hood: Oh No… They got plenty left in the tank.
~CJ heads for the corner in a mad dash! He climbs up on the middle turnbuckle then turns around to face out. Mack hits the ropes just behind him to slingshot himself towards O’Donnell! CJ dives off the middle turnbuckle hitting a crowd pleasing drop kick! The Distinguished follows up by locking in a single leg boston crab!~
Smith: O’Donnell is sitting pretty now. He has locked in a boston crab on Mack, who has nowhere to go!
Hood: He may tap!
~CJ pulls Mack to the center of the ring again! He applies as much pressure as he possibly can. O’Donnell wants O’Connor to tap this time. Mack flails both arms about. He tries in vain to reach a rope. CJ continues to apply more and more pressure on O’Connor’s back. Mack digs in and focuses on the bottom rope. He begins to pull himself and CJ toward the ropes. The pace of the crawl is slow and very painful. O’Connor extends his arms out again but no luck. He then scoots just a bit closer, then reaches out again! Mack finally snatches the bottom rope! The referee comes into break up the hold.~
Hood: Mack was determined to reach that rope.
Smith: The Distinguished doesn’t look too impressed.
Hood: He should be.
~O’Donnell gets back up and charges Mack! O’Connor shuffles his feet and catches CJ for a picture perfect DDT! The crowd pops as O’Connor lifts O’Donnell back up to his feet. The two men are now facing each other. Mack begins to hook CJ for the Claymore! O’Donnell snaps out of his daze before O’Connor can finish the maneuver. O’Donnell quickly headbutts Mack in the face violently! The shot causes O’Connor to lose his grip and fall back on his heels. CJ follows up with a swinging neck breaker!~
Hood: O’Donnell came here to fight tonight.
Smith: He’s the Ironman of OCW. He is always looking for a fight. Mack O’Connor will gladly give him just that!
~O’Connor wipes his brow then sits up. O’Donnell then grapples him back to one knee. CJ cinches in a clinch and starts to elevate knee after knee upward, into the face of Mack. Mack does what he can to avoid the impact...but it’s impossible. His legs grow weary. He starts to lose his footing as the knees are beginning to yank him from consciousness~
Smith: These knees are devastating…if one gets all the way through and connects, flush it could knock Mack out cold
Hood: CJ’s got the best knees in the business…for fighting, of course…FIGHTING
Smith: Not to mention this move is a great set up for Irish Knowledge…I have no doubt that’s where CJ is headed
Hood: Of course…knee the fuck out of Mack and then polish him off with that awesome finisher…CJ is the smartest man in OCW. He knows what he’s doing
~CJ continues to knee Mack in the face. He starts to grow confident. He talks shit to Mack saying stuff like “It was a fluke!” and “Look at him now!” He throws another knee and another…out of nowhere, Mack raises up with all his strength!! The back of his plows into CJ’s chin! CJ releases the clinch and staggers…Mack hooks him, lifts him up and drills him into the mat with Claymore!!! The crowd leaps to their feet…Mack goes for the pin, Scruff makes the count~
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~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…the OCW Paradigm Champion…MACK O’CONNOR!!!!!
Smith: Wow!
Hood: Fuckin hell! What a rip off!
Smith: CJ got a little overconfident and Mack made him pay…what a match! That could have gone either way!
Hood: This shit is not good…CJ…our iron man…the best wrestler in this company has lost TWO in a row…what the fuck!
Smith: Relax…he’s still in the lead to win his division of the Mix. If he wins the Mix he gets another shot at the OCW Title. It may be a loss…but he’s still got everything to wrestle for.
Hood: I guess…I hate tonight, really. TIO is the champ…Mack beat CJ…THE DRAVERS ARE BACK…let’s just go on hiatus for a while, what do you say?
Smith: NO!
~After their bickering we notice the ring has been cleared. Mack and CJ are already in the back~
Smith: That was quick…looks as though we are moving at a quick pace
Hood: No comment…still pissed over that last match
Smith: Yea? Well get over it!
~Skillet’s Circus For A Psycho hits the speakers and the OCW crowd erupt with cheers. The twins are home! Nathan and Jonathan emerge through the curtain to even louder cheers. They smile warmly as they raise their arms in thanks at the crowd. They walk down the ramp slapping fans hands along the way and even sign one or two autographs very briefly. They climb in the ring and grab some microphones~
Nathan: Hello OCW!
Jonathan: Miss us?
~The crowd erupts further with cheers which lead into chants of ‘Dravers Boys!’ and ‘Welcome back!’ The twins are feeling a little overwhelmed at the reaction and smile and calmly wait for the chants to die down~
Jonathan: Well, we just thought we would pop in and make sure you guys didn’t forget who we are.
Nathan: But… I don’t think there’s any worry of that… Listen, I know tonight’s Massacre is underway… but we here to say to any team in the back that at next week’s Massacre who wants to face us, we’re more than happy to get rid of some ring rust. We’ve noticed that there are some bright new teams in OCW right now…so… let’s test some of you out. Let us know who wants to go against us in the coming week.
Jonathan: Thank-you guys for the warm welcome home. I’m sure we’ll be around all night. Later guys.
~The twins drop their microphones and raise their arms before walking back up the ramp slapping hands with the fans again. We focus back on the announce table~
Smith: YES! They are BACK! And they want to compete NEXT week!
Hood: Again, keep your damn pants on
Smith: This is HUGE news...PM...The Danger Boiz and NOW the Dravers...all we need is Awe.Some and we'd have the four most popular teams in OCW history
Hood: Hey hey hey...what about Sex and Violence?
Smith: I said popular...those two were, well, Aptitude levels of mean
Hood: You're right...we need to get them back
Smith: Well that announcement made an already great Massacre even better...we've got two matches remaining...both with championship implications...before we get to them, let's head backstage!
~We cut backstage where Who'Re is standing by~
Who’RE: Thank you Hood and Smith! I am here with The Fury, Tommy Crimson.
~Tommy struts into the shot. Crimson now resembles the killer doll Chucky because his head is still covered in stitches from last Massacre.~
Who’RE: Last week you were distracted by Hardy leading to your first loss here in OCW. You then were nearly beaten to death by Iggy Hardy with a chair.
Crimson: Yeah... Bitch. I know! I wasn’t booked tonight either if you want to finish that shit you are taking on me. I’ve buried Iggy Hardy’s all over the world. He’s a fucking dinosaur, man. How can a forty year old be hardcore?
~Who’Re looks confused by the rhetorical question~
Crimson: He can’t beat me. Iggy knows his days as Savage Champion are numbered. That belt is as good as mine. What do you do around here, Iggy Hardy? You part time show up but full time hold a belt? Fuck that. I think it’s time that strap went right past Full Time to Prime Time! Don’t You? Too real? Fuck You! I know you are worried. You Should Be. Just wait until next week when I systematically take you apart, piece by shitty gimmick piece. It will be my absolute pleasure to show an old man why he’s never had it like Tommy Crimson’s Got It!
~Out of nowhere, Iggy Hardy hammers Crimson across the shoulder blades with the Savage Title! The shot sends him to the floor and leads Who’Re to scatter. Hardy walks away backwards laughing but Tommy begins to stir. He then slowly gets up to his feet. Iggy takes off down the wide hallway! Hardy comes to three security side by side’s parked in a row. He quickly leaps in one and starts the engine. Iggy takes off down the hallway! He peels out the small wheels of the side by side. Crimson is running after him on foot until he comes to the side by sides. Tommy quickly slides into one and starts the engine. He then gives chase.~
Hardy: Fuck You, Flamer!
Smith: Harsh.
Hood: Crimson is now chasing Hardy through the back in a side by side.
Smith: Hardy is well ahead but Crimson is gaining.
~Wrestlers and staff alike dive out of the way of the two men. Hardy heads for the arena whipping past the locker room doors. Crimson speeds up! Hardy turns before the stairs and curtain. He takes the wide doorway leading to the stage! He turns up out on the side of the stage. The crowd pops! Iggy drives across the wide steel stage then comes to a stop on the edge of the opposite side with a slight slide. He immediately kills the engine then begins to look around for Crimson. Tommy is nowhere in sight.~
Smith: Where is Tommy?
Hood: THERE HE IS!
Crowd: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
~Crimson hits the stage suddenly sliding all over the place in the side by side! Iggy struggles to start his back and the slight delay costs him! Tommy aims the side by side at Iggy’s. He pushes the gas to the floor then peels out at Hardy! Crimson’s side by side t-bones Hardy’s in an spectacular crash! The crowd pops as both side by sides crash over the side of the tall stage!~
Hood: They may both be dead!
~A bit of smoke bellows from below the stage. Staff rushes in quickly with fire extinguishers aiming at the smoke precisely! Now with zero fire risk, the camera men rush to the edge of the stage to film the unfolding scene. The first one gets there to catch Crimson climbing out of his mangled side by side. Hardy was thrown from his and is currently not moving. Tommy’s stitches were ripped out in the impact leaving his face red with blood.~
Smith: Crimson is still alive!
~Tommy struggles at first then staggers to his feet. He puts a foot against the side of the mangled side by side. Crimson then pulls at the seat belt! Tommy yanks then pulls with all he's got! He rips it out then immediately searches around the wreckage for Hardy. Tommy wipes the blood from his face in order to regain his sight. He then locates Hardy laid out ten feet from the wreckage. Crimson hobbles over to Iggy still holding the seat belt strap. Hardy just lies still as Tommy gets to him. Crimson reaches down and wraps the seatbelt around Iggy’s neck! He then begins to drag him towards the ramp! Tommy twists the strap digging it deeper into Hardy’s neck meat. He pulls Iggy up onto the ramp. Crimson then continues to strangle and drag him up on the stage. Once they reach the center of the stage, Tommy drops the strap. This frees up Iggy’s throat. Crimson shakes his head to catch his bearings then looks up at the huge screen.~
Hood: What is he thinking?
Smith: Hardy nearly killed him last week but now Crimson is in a dangerous place.
~Crimson kicks Hardy over to situate him just right. Tommy then begins to climb up the side of the big screen. The titantron is framed and encased in solid steel. Crimson uses the side to climb up slowly. The crowd grows quiet with anxious anticipation. Iggy is still not moving when Crimson reaches the top. Tommy taunts the crowd by using both hands at his waist to indicate he will be champion.~
Crowd: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
Smith: Oh No.
~Crimson leaps off the top of the screen! Flashes capture the high flying moment forever. Tommy falls through the air for what seems like ages. The high angle senton hits it’s mark! Crimson hits Hardy with all his weight! Both men end up piled up lifeless on the stage. Medics rush in to check on both men.~
Hood: HOLY SHIT!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Smith: Oh My.
Hood: Both men are now down. I haven’t seen either move the slightest. Crimson hit Hardy with GodBooked from the top of the big screen!
Smith: After what just transpired here we have to wonder if either one will make the main event next week.
Hood: Well if they are truly SAVAGE...then they will be there
Smith: I guess...well it's time for our next match...while medics tend to the carnage at the top of the ramp we must move forward with the show.
#1 Contenders Match for a Paradigm Title Shot
Process of Elimination Match
Bradley Carrington/Curt Canon/Kira Phoenix vs. Julliet Brooks/Mike Zybala/Wulf Erikson
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a Process of Elimination Match. The rules are simple…the match will begin as a six person tag contest. The winning team will then go immediately into a triple threat. The wrestler who wins the triple threat will be declared the number one contender to the OCW Paradigm Championship and will face Mack O’Connor on August 28th!
~The crowd goes wild…as they are known to do for high stakes matches. “Broken” by Evanescence begins to play. The fans give a fairly strong, mixed response. They look toward the curtain with interest. Blue and Black flames dance on the OCWTron. Kira Phoenix emerges! Phoenix pauses and looks concerned for Crimson. We see Crimson on his feet, being helped to the back. He assures Kira he's alright and encourages her to focus on the match. She heads to the ring. She climbs the steps, enters through the ropes and is ready to begin~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Richmond, Virginia…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 135lbs…Kira Phoenix!!!
~"The Greatest Man That Ever Lived" by Weezer starts to play. The crowd begins to boo. Bradley Carrington steps onto the stage, wearing a grey t shirt that says "Carrington" in red letters on it, the 'C' has a graduate cap over it. He is reading a copy of his book: "Being the Best at Everything, the Bradley Carrington Story". He pauses, as if he is moved by his own writing, before closing the book. He notices Iggy being stretchered out, through the curtain. He shakes his head with disdain. He walks toward the ring. As he approaches the ring, he picks a fan in the front row, signs the book, and hands it to them. He jumps onto the ring apron, climbs in between the ropes, and poses for photos from his adoring fan AND WIFE - Autumn. He removes his t shirt and waits for the match to begin~
Belvedere: Introducing next…from Ithaca, New York…standing six feet tall and weighing in at 205lbs…”Professor” Bradley Carrington!!!
~The opening beats of Figure 8 by Trust Company hits. 8 seconds into the song you see Curt Canon slide out from the entrance way on to the ramp. He stands there with an arrogant look on his face and for a few seconds before taking both hands and pointing to himself. In the same motion he leans a bit back and throws his hands out to his side. He then slowly starts to make his way to the ring arrogantly looking at the crowd and rubbing his wrist on the way down. He gets to the ring and walks up the steps….climbs into the ring heads to the center repeats the pose he did at the top of the ramp as blue pyro shoots out of all 4 turnbuckles~
Belvedere: And their partner, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…standing 5’4 and weighing in at 155lbs…he is a former OCW Champion…he is a current OCW Hall of Famer…he is…Curt Canon!!!
~Canon nods when hearing his accolades. He isn’t proud. He isn’t overwhelmed. He’s simply entitled. He looks at Phoenix before glaring at Carrington. Carrington shrugs Canon’s look off – he’s got nothing to be upset over, in regards to their feud…at least not yet. The trio remain in their corner, waiting. "Down" by Otep hits and out walks Julliet Brooks onto the stage to a chorus of cheers from the audience, simply smiling from ear to ear, and continued to walk down the ramp. Once there she claps some fans hands at ringside then runs and slides underneath the ropes, soaking up the positive reaction. After she leans against the ropes and looks toward the entrance way, showing no intimidation to her upcoming opponent~
Belvedere: And their opponents…first, from Albuquerque, New Mexico…standing 5’4 and weighing in at 108lbs…Julliet Brooks!!
~The audience goes BERSERK as both the ramp and stage flicker neon green strobe when the opening bars of 'Invincible' kick out through the PA. The crowd gets even louder as Wulf comes bursting out through the curtains, yelling at each side of the stage to get louder and then letting out a howl at the top of the ramp, before Wulf leaps up onto the barricade wall and starts making his way down to ringside along the guard rail! As Wulf makes his way along the barricade wall, he leaps from one barricade to another, performing an impressive parkour display before finally reaching ringside, where he 'skins the cat' to another ovation, hits a standing moonsault back to his feet and then starts running the ropes in anticipation of his opponent~
Belvedere: Introducing next, from Roswell, New Mexico…standing six feet tall and weighing in at 181lbs…“The Silver Bullet” Wulf Erikson!!!
~”Party Hard” by Andrew WK hits! The arena leaps to their feet! Mike Zybala bursts through the curtain. He hurries down the ring and slides in, under the bottom rope. He pops to his feet and turns his side at Carrington, coiled, ready to superkick his longtime rival. Carrington flies through the ropes, getting out of the way. Phoenix and Canon do the same, avoiding the dreaded SUPERKICK. The crowd chants “SUPERKICK” in response. Zybala eases his posture and turns toward Wulf, giving him a friendly hand slap. He nods at Brooks, the two acknowledging their past encounters and professional respect~
Belvedere: And their partner, from Buffalo, New York…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs…Mike Zybala!!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: So great to see the Process of Elimination match make its return to Massacre!
Hood: Speak for yourself…all those damn entrances…holy shit
Smith: I think they are a great way to introduce talent and give them a solitary moment to shine
Hood: Or eat up TV time…that’s what I think
~Zybala, Erikson and Brooks have a brief conversation. At its conclusion, Zybala and Brooks step through the ropes, giving Wulf the spotlight. The conversation across the ring goes much different. Canon and Carrington seem to use their ‘veteran’ status to demand Kira begin the match. Phoenix, a wide eyed, ambitious up and comer has no qualms. She slides in under the bottom rope and pops to her feet. Carrington and Canon stand atop the apron. The bell rings~
Smith: I’m not sure how well this is going to work…one team is delivering orders whereas the other is reaching a mutual agreement.
Hood: So Team Dictatorship versus Team Democracy
Smith: Pretty much…George Washington versus King George!
Hood: Huh? I didn’t know Washington was both President AND King
Smith: I said versus…weren’t you listening?
Hood: I tune out during history lessons
~Wulf lunges at Kira to lock up…Kira ducks his arms and applies a waist lock from behind. Wulf transitions into a side headlock. He cranks the pressure onto her neck. Kira shoots Wulf off, into the ropes. Wulf hits the ropes, bounces off and jumps over Kira, who falls to her stomach. Kira pops back to her feet…Wulf hits the ropes once more…Kira leap frogs Wulf…he hits the ropes a third time...Kira catches Wulf, tossing him with an arm drag. Wulf, however, lands on his feet…he turns back around, facing Kira. She returns to her feet, quickly…but isn’t aware that Wulf is on his feet…he throws a straight right kick, smacking Kira in the face! Kira hits the mat, hard. The crowd cheers Wulf’s athleticism and effort~
Smith: Tremendous opening sequence by both competitors…they are young and talented…the future of OCW!
Hood: Yea, yea…they have talent…I’ll give them that. Kira is much easier on the eyes, though
Smith: To some
Hood: What are you saying, Smith? You have a crush on WULF?
Smith: No…I’m simply saying that we may have some female fans who find the sight of Wulf Erikson to be pleasing
Hood: Get back to the action…I don’t like where this conversation is headed
~Wulf pulls Phoenix to her feet…he whips her into a corner. Wulf charges in…Kira hops onto the middle buckle and flips over Wulf’s back, landing on her feet. She sprints into the ropes, bounces off…Wulf stumbles into the corner, confused…he turns around and eats an Enziguri from Kira!! Wulf hits the mat, hard, holding the side of his head. The crowd sounds impressed with Kira’s athleticism~
Smith: Turnabout is fair play! Wulf showed off a glimpse of his ability…Kira countered with a showcase of her own
Hood: Women just have to get the last word in
Smith: I hardly think you can draw that sort of conclusion from what we just witnessed
Hood: You underestimate the nature of women, Smith!
~Kira returns to her feet. Canon yells from across the ring. She turns to find Curt’s hand extended. Kira hesitates but acquiesces and heads Canon’s way. She’s about to tag Curt in when a hand smacks her on the back. It belongs to BRADLEY CARRINGTON. He confidently enters into the ring, heading after the wounded Wulf Erikson~
Smith: Kira is too young to the sport to understand she can tell these guys to back off
Hood: It seems as though she’s finally learning her place. Do as they say, Kira…you’ll go places if you do
Smith: Yea, maybe back to the kitchen…women have evolved from that, you know
Hood: I don’t call women’s liberation evolution, Smith. More like the destruction of progress
Smith: You pig
~Erikson reaches his feet, unaware of what’s taken place. Carrington boots Wulf in the gut. He snares Wulf’s head and lifts him up, suplexing him to the mat. Wulf arches his back in pain. Carrington pops back to his feet and stomps on Wulf, keeping him on his back. He runs toward the ropes, springboards off the middle and lands on top of Wulf with a moonsault! Carrington remains on top of Wulf for the pin~
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Kick Out!
Smith: The opportunistic offense of Bradley Carrington nearly yielded a pinfall over Wulf Erikson
Hood: Wulf is the master of flips…from what I hear anyway…so Carrington is giving him a taste of his own medicine!
Smith: Perhaps…then again everyone in this match enjoys taking flight
Hood: True…there are a lot of ‘small’ people in that ring
~Carrington pulls Wulf to his feet…he delivers a clobbering forearm uppercut. Wulf staggers into the nearest corner. Carrington sprints forward, driving a knee into Wulf’s abdomen. He whips Wulf across the ring…Carrington sprints behind Wulf…Wulf reaches the corner and stops…he grabs the ropes and tries to leap over the incoming Carrington…Bradley, however, catches Wulf over his shoulder. He turns around, looking for a powerslam…Wulf, though, wiggles, lands on his feet, hooks Carrington’s head and drops him with an inverted DDT! The crowd pops to their feet! Wulf rolls over and crawls for his corner~
Smith: Tremendous reversal by Wulf Erikson…we’re beginning to see why he had so much hype coming in
Hood: Damnit…how dare he show up The Professor…that is worthy of detention, Smith. DETAIN THAT MAN
Smith: It’s a competition, Hood. If Carrington gets out ‘maneuvered’ then that’s nobody’s fault but his own
Hood: Wulf cheated, somehow…I just haven’t figured it out yet. NOBODY out maneuvers Carrington.
~Wulf tags in Julliet! The crowd roars with approval. Carrington reaches his feet, shaking the fog from his mind. He spots a fresh Brooks headed his way. He turns and slaps Canon on the arm before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. Canon stares, incredulously, down at Bradley who is being treated by Autumn. Brooks snares Canon by the hair and pulls him inside the ring…he flips over the top rope and lands, roughly onto his back~
Smith: And we see the true colors of Bradley Carrington
Hood: Cornell Red!
Smith: Yellow
Hood: You’ll pay for that, Smith!
~Brooks sprints against the ropes…Canon sits up, trying to get back to his feet. Brooks bounces off the ropes and flies across the ring toward Canon…she delivers a dropkick into Canon’s face!! Canon’s upper body slams against the bottom buckle! Brooks returns to her feet…she backs into the opposite corner, sprints forward and drives two knees into Canon’s upper body!! Phoenix reaches down, trying to tag in…Carrington grabs her by the waist, pulling her to the ground. The crowd boos…Phoenix looks flustered~
Smith: What is that man doing?
Hood: It’s to his benefit that Canon take a beating during the first portion
Smith: Yea and what if Canon gets pinned or submitted?
Hood: Then that’s Canon’s fault, not Carrington’s. C’mon, Smith…THINK
~Brooks yanks Canon out of the corner and latches onto him. She tosses Canon over her head with an Exploder Suplex! Canon hits hard. His reflexes force him to sit up…Brooks returns to her feet and she turns through Canon with a Penalty Kick!! Canon flattens out. Brooks goes for the cover~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Close one there…Brooks is giving Canon a beating he won’t soon forget
Hood: No shit...it’s like someone told her The Real Housewives of Random City was cancelled
Smith: Not EVERY woman watches that, Hood
Hood: Sorry, I forgot you’re a member of that audience
~Brooks returns to her feet. She grabs Canon by the hair and drags him near her corner. She tags in MIKE ZYBALA. The crowd goes wild. Zybala hops over the top rope. Brooks holds Canon in place by his hair. Zybala jumps forward with a SUPERKICK. Canon breaks Julliet’s arm at the elbow (NOT LITERALLY) and is able to pull free. Zybala whiffs on the superkick…Canon rushes into his corner, frantically and is able to tag Phoenix. Carrington is still on the outside…Autumn checks his neck and shoulder~
Smith: Oh please…either Carrington is made of glass or he’s a hypochondriac
Hood: You can’t risk injury when it comes to a man of Carrington’s talent. Any slight pain has GOT to be monitored
Smith: Well then he should do something else, like ballet
Hood: Even though I know you’re taking a shot at his masculinity…I’ll go ahead and say that IF Carrington chose to do ballet, he would dominate those pussies
~Carrington leans against the barricade with Autumn rubbing his left trapezius muscle. Zybala greets Phoenix with a kick. He sprints into the ropes, bounces off and charges at Phoenix. Before he reaches her, he makes a quick diversion to the left, avoiding Phoenix…he dives through the ropes. Autumn moves out of the way…Zybala spears into Carrington with a Suicide Dive!! The crowd goes wild! Carrington’s back slams into the top of the barricade. Zybala returns to his feet and proceeds to chop the hell out of Carrington’s chest~
Smith: You can’t hide from the action forever, Mr. Carrington
Hood: I think Sir Carrington would be more apropos
Smith: Was he knighted recently?
Hood: He was born knighted
~Zybala finishes and stares at Carrington’s red, irritated chest. He decides to rake his hands across it, scratching at the annoyed flesh. Carrington yells out, falling to his knees. Scruff yells out “FOUR” with a count having been started. Zybala turns and slides back into the ring. Kira jumps on top of him with a vicious array of punches and kicks. Zybala tries to fight her off, but her feral behavior is too aggressive. He manages to get to his feet with Kira attached to his back. He stumbles for a corner, looking to crush her. She leaps over his head…Zybala slams his own back into the corner. Kira throws a mule kick into Zybala’s gut, keeping him cornered…she then leaps backward and hits Zybala in the head with a Pele Kick!!~
Smith: You simply cannot take your focus off the task at hand…I know Carrington’s antics are annoying but as long as he’s outside the ring, he’s a non-threat
Hood: A non-threat?
Smith: Yes, a non-threat
Hood: When Carrington was born the President of the US sent assassins to kill him
Smith: I don’t believe that for one second!
~Kira fires up…she sprints across the ring, building up a head of steam. She stares Zybala down, who is hunched forward in the corner. She starts forward, yelling. We’ll never know what she had in mind…Zybala springs forward and SMACKS her in the face with a SUPERKICK!! Kira’s body stiffens and falls to the mat. Zybala falls on top for a pin~
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NO!
Smith: What the…
Hood: Curt showing he now has what it takes to win!
Smith: He can’t do that…disqualify him immediately!
~Canon pulls Zybala off of Kira before the three. He stomps on the back of Zybala’s head, neutralizing him. Julliet leaps up, onto the top rope…she springboards into the ring, wraps her legs around Canon’s head and tosses him out of the ring with a hurricanrana!!! The crowd goes wild! Canon’s body hits the outside floor roughly. Brooks kips up and sprints toward the ropes…she performs a somersault plancha, landing on top of Canon, completely wiping him out. A ‘BROOKS’ chant emerges. Zybala, meanwhile, reaches his feet, groggily. Kira is still on the mat~
Smith: And Curt paid the price for his actions!
Hood: Who does Julliet think she is? This is CURT’S opportunity…NOT hers
Smith: It’s an opportunity for ALL these competitors, Hood…not just one person
Hood: It’s Curt’s time to shine, damnit!
~Zybala reaches down and grabs Kira by the hair. He pulls her to a standing position. She wobbles around like a zombie. Zybala prepares for a SUPERKICK. Carrington suddenly slides in behind him, looking perfectly fine. He reaches up behind Zybala and applies a Full Nelson!!! The crowd boos loudly~
Smith: That dastardly Carrington!
Hood: Thank goodness he’s feeling better
Smith: He was fine all along! C’mon, Scruff…do something!
~Kira focuses and spots the vulnerable Zybala. She steps forward and drives several forearms into Zybala’s chin. Zybala’s legs begin to weaken. Carrington backs against the ropes…he looks over his shoulder and prepares for something…the crowd rises with anxiety~
Smith: Oh no…don’t tell me
Hood: A dragon suplex to the outside?
Smith: This could SERIOUSLY injure Zybala
Hood: Well then he’d know how it feels to have a bad neck
Smith: I said seriously, not fictionally!
~Carrington lifts Zybala up, attempting to throw him out of the ring with a Dragon Suplex. Kira watches from a few feet away. On the way up, Zybala wraps his legs around Kira’s head. Carrington tries tossing Zybala over, but can’t…he’s got his legs weight down by Kria’s body. Carrington loses his grip…Zybala’s upper body falls to the mat…he’s able to swing his momentum, avoiding a dangerous fall and, in the process, pull Kira forward! She slams into Carrington, knocking him through the ropes! Carrington falls to the outside…Zybala rushes forward and tags WULF into the match. A ‘WULF’ chant breaks out. Kira turns around, sloppily~
Smith: What a counter…and now a fresh Wulf Erikson is in the match
Hood: Damnit…wake the fuck up, Kira!
Smith: Hey, lay off her…she’s still learning
Hood: She’s fucking this up for Carrington and Canon!
~Wulf charges forward, kneeing Kira in the gut. She doubles over. He promptly hooks her leg and head…he swings her to the mat, dropping her with Wit’s End (Lightning Spiral)!!! The crowd pops to their feet. Wulf makes the cover. Brooks has Canon on the ground, outside in a crossface. Carrington is slowly reaching his feet~
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~Carrington breaks up the pin!~
Hood: Yes!!
Smith: Ugh…fair is fair…I was just hoping Wulf would get the pin there
Hood: He fucking would have if that had been anything other than a CORNELL MAN at ringside
~Zybala hops off the apron. Carrington returns to his feet, as does Wulf. Wulf is pissed…he throws a kick at Carrington, Carrington ducks the roundhouse kick…it hits Scruff. Not 100% contact, but enough to knock Scruff down. Zybala, on the outside, snares a chair. He walks by Brooks, who still has Canon locked in the crossface…he SLAMS the chair into her head, knocking her still~
Smith: What is he doing?
Hood: Zybala things
Smith: Ah, okay
~Zybala slides into the ring with the chair. He promptly waffles Wulf with the chair! Wulf falls to the mat. Carrington looks at Zybala, unsure of what’s going on. Zybala tosses Carrington the chair. Bradley catches it…Zybala then headbutts the chair and falls to the mat, holding his head in pain. The crowd laughs. Scruff looks up…he spots Wulf and Zybala down and sees the dent in the chair, which remains in Carrington’s hands. Bradley quickly throws the chair out of the ring, but it’s too late. Scruff calls for the bell~
Hood: WHAT THE FUCK?
Smith: Scruff just DQ’s Carrington’s team!
Hood: That is BULLSHIT…someone get replay out here so we can overturn this call
Smith: That does not exist
Hood: Zybala just SCREWED Carrington, Canon AND Kira…what a dickhead!
Smith: It was slightly controversial
Hood: Slightly controversial? You fucking cock sucker. Call it like it is…Zybala CHEATED
Smith: I don’t have to admit to anything
Hood: I’m so fucking pissed…SO fucking pissed
Belvedere: Here are the winners of the first portion…JULLIET BROOKS, MIKE ZYBALA AND WULF ERIKSON!!!!!
~Carrington is incensed. He tries going after Zybala but Scruff gets in the way saying something about how ‘he’s done enough.’ Carrington argues, but to no avail. OCW security approaches the ring. Autumn yells up, at her husband~
Smith: Carrington needs to be careful…he could get in trouble if he steps any further over the line
Hood: WEAK ASS OFFICIATING
~Carrington exits the ring. Autumn leads him to the bottom of the ramp…she points toward Scruff saying something along the lines of “This isn’t over.” The Carrington’s head through the curtain. Kira and Canon exit ringside as well. Zybala returns to his feet, smiling. The crowd chants his name. Wulf gets to his feet…Brooks rolls in, getting to her feet as well, they both seem confused but not willing to ask any questions. They will take the win~
Smith: And they are about to enter into the next phase…I think Zybala attacked his partners to gain an advantage heading into the next portion but…that seems to have washed out
Hood: Good, I hope that fucker gets his ASS kicked
Smith: We’ll see
~Brooks stands in a corner…Wulf stands in a corner…Zybala stands in a corner. Their three opponents are all backstage. The bell rings, signaling the beginning of the final phase~
Smith: And here we go…a legendary performer in Mike Zybala…arguably the world’s most famous female star in Julliet Brooks…and quite possibly the profession’s top rookie of 2017 in Wulf Erikson…this should be good
Hood: Okay, yea, you sold that pretty well…I guess I’m going for Brooks because, when in doubt, side with a nice pair of tits
Smith: HOOD!
Hood: What? It’s a compliment!
~All three competitors rush one another in the middle of the ring. A three way brawl ensues. The crowd is split in thirds. Zybala manages to sneak out from under the punching. Brooks and Wulf continue to trade right hands. Zybala looks for an opportunistic superkick. He finally picks his spot, lunging forward…Brooks ducks…she lifts up, with Zybala straddling her head…she hoists him over the top rope, to the outside!! Zybala lands with a loud thud. Wulf rolls Brooks up while she takes the time to admire the damage. Scruff slides in~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Nice try by the young Wulf…but it’s going to take more than a roll up to pin the great Julliet Brooks
Hood: Yea, you’re probably right…c’mon, Tits, throws your weight around
Smith: Stop it, NOW
~Wulf pops to his feet. Julliet charges forward, spearing Wulf into a corner. She drives a few shoulders into his midsection. She performs a back handspring for show, landing on her feet. She leaps into the air and dropkicks Wulf right into the chest!! He falls to his knees…Brooks quickly applies a Triangle Choke!! Wulf flails around with shock. He’s near the ropes, but has trouble finding them. Zybala stands from the outside, looking over the apron…he sees a TRIANGLE CHOKE and becomes enraged~
Smith: Mike Zybala does not like what he sees
Hood: Guy has something about the Triangle Choke?
Smith: He doesn’t see a Triangle Choke, Hood. He sees…THE CORNELL CLUTCH
Hood: As he should! They should rename the move!
~Zybala double axehandles Brooks in the face, forcing her to let Wulf go. He yanks Julliet to her feet and drags her into a corner. She slams her, face first into the top buckle. She remains, face buried in the buckle. Zybala kicks the top buckle from underneath…it sends Julliet’s head snapping back. She staggers near the center of the ring…Zybala turns around and runs her over with a lariat!~
Smith: Zybala punishing Brooks at the moment
Hood: Yep, you don’t steal moves from Bradley Carrington
Smith: I doubt that’s the lesson
Hood: Of course it is…you know deep down Zybala is a HUGE Carrington fan. I’m sure their entire feud started because Carrington forgot to sign an autograph for Zybala once
Smith: Doubtful
~Brooks gets on all fours, trying to return to her feet. Zybala is in a corner, preparing for a SUPERKICK. He takes a moment, hyping the crowd. Wulf pops to his feet…he runs toward Julliet…he steps on her back, using it as a catapult! He leaps through the air…Zybala turns around and eats a flying forearm!! Zybala is stunned…Erikson hooks Mike and tosses him, over his head with an Exploder Suplex!! Zybala lands on top of Julliet!! She flattens out, on her front while Zybala’s back arches upon impact…he remains draped across her body…they make a painful looking plus sign in the middle of the ring~
Smith: Great athleticism and awareness shown by Wulf Erikson…this kid could win it, Hood. He’s hyper talented
Hood: Hyper talented? The fuck?
Smith: You know what I mean…he’s got the goods!
Hood: What kind of goods? The kind Iggy Hardy would be interested in?
Smith: Never mind
~Wulf yanks Zybala to his feet and knees him in the face. Zybala backs against the ropes…Erikson charges in and clotheslines the legendary wrestler over the top rope, to the floor! Zybala hits hard. He surprisingly, returns to his feet quickly. Erikson sees this and hops onto the top rope…he staggers for a moment, finding his balance. He then leaps off with a springboard shooting star press to the outside!! It connects, wiping Zybala out!! Erikson pops back to his feet, limping a bit, grabbing at his side. A thunderous “WULF” chant breaks out~
Smith: What a move! We are seeing the athleticism of Wulf Erikson on full display this evening
Hood: I’m sold…kid can go…
Smith: Yes, yes he…
Hood: BACK TO NEW MEXICO
Smith: How rude!
~Wulf slides back into the ring where Julliet Brooks is slowly beginning to stir. He pulls her up and whips her into the ropes. She bounces off…Wulf leaps into the air with a spinning heel kick. Julliet ducks. Wulf lands on all fours…he pops back to his feet. Julliet bounces off the ropes and she lunges at Wulf with a crossbody! Wulf catches Julliet and transitions her into a Fireman’s Carry. She elbows Wulf in the neck…he goes for a Death Valley Driver…Brooks is able to flip over, onto her feet…she runs toward the ropes, springboards off with a moonsault…Wulf catches her and drops Brooks on her head with a Tombstone!! The crowd pops! Wulf goes for the pin~
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: Wow! What an athletic sequence…Wulf came out on top and NEARLY won the biggest match of his OCW career
Hood: Geezus…can we get them to slow down a little bit…I couldn’t tell what the fuck was going on
Smith: Seriously? How do you still have this job?
Hood: Because I’m a charming son of a bitch
Smith: I don’t know about that
~Zybala returns to his feet on the outside. Something catches his eye…he spots an extremely well dressed man wearing a mask. Next to him is a middle aged man with classic facial features. And, next to that guy is a young, tan model looking guy. Zybala’s eyes widen~
Smith: Hood…I’m no expert on things that take place OUTSIDE of OCW…but I’m pretty sure that’s The Shadow Dancer wearing a mask…his personal assistant Bru-Bru and former model turned lackey Jimmy Two Jackets!
Hood: Yikes…why is The Shadow Dancer wearing a mask?
Smith: Apparently his shipment of botox never arrived this week…thanks to the antics of Mike Zybala
Hood: That bastard!
~TSD throws some moisturizer at Zybala. Zybala takes umbrage with this and charges forward. Jimmy instantly removes one of his TWO jackets and wraps it around Zybala. Bru-Bru jumps in, helping out. They are able to restrain Zybala with the jacket, tying it around the barricade. They back away…Zybala is trapped. TSD takes some moisturizer and rubs it all over Zybala’s face. Satisfied with his action, the trio hurriedly exits with Jimmy saying something about needing a new jacket. The fans at ringside boo…several rush over, working on the jacket~
Smith: Oh come on! Not like this!
Hood: Well if he’s gonna lose he’s gotta lose in some form or fashion
Smith: Yea but this would be a travesty…that prima donna doesn’t even work here!
Hood: He should!
~Back inside the ring. Wulf has Brooks doubled over…he’s looking for Wit’s End! The crowd who ISN’T helping Zybala rises. Wulf flips Brooks over…she is able to provide extra OOMPH with her legs and lands on her feet. Wulf is stunned by her counter…she runs into the ropes, bounces off and drills Wulf in the head with Butterfly Effect (Butterfly Kick)!!! Wulf’s legs go limp, he hits the mat, on his back. Julliet falls to her knees, taking a moment to recover from the damage accrued~
Smith: Cover him, Julliet! This match is yours!
Hood: I told ya…always go with…
Smith: We heard you the first time!
Hood: I’m just saying
~The fans are finally able to remove the jacket. Zybala is freed. He pauses, looking out toward the crowd where TSD and his entourage exited. He turns toward the ring, watching Brooks moving to cover Wulf. The crowd grows antsy with his dilemma~
Smith: He’s at a cross roads…does he continue in the match and let TSD go…or does he give chase to the man that cost him one match and, quite possibly, two
Hood: I’d chase…that way he has an excuse for losing
Smith: What a terrible mindset!
Hood: It’s the mindset of a survivor, Smith!
~Brooks covers Wulf. Zybala’s body tenses…he HAS to make a decision~
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~Zybala curses and slides into the ring, breaking up the pin!! The crowd goes wild. Scruff stands up, holding two fingers~
Smith: Way to go, Mike! If he would have given chase, then he would have played right into TSD’s hands
Hood: You’re not wrong…I’m just glad to see Mike feels about female champions the way I do.
Smith: I don’t think that had a thing to do with it, Hood
~Brooks gets to her feet, furious. She runs into the ropes…Zybala gets to his feet…he’s met with BUTTERFLY EFFECT!! He falls into the ropes…he ricochets off and throws a SUPERKICK!! It nails Brooks right in the face! Both competitors collapse. Wulf is still on the mat…the crowd splits back into thirds…each person cheering for their personal favorite~
Smith: And everyone is down…which means anyone can win!
Hood: Every, any…hooray for competition!
Smith: Indeed
Hood: I’ll just say they are lucky Carrington was saddled with Phoenix…otherwise there wouldn’t be any or every…there’d simply be ONE
~Wulf is the first to his feet. He snares Zybala by the head, pulling him up. He cinches the back of Zybala’s head in a clinch and throws a few knee strikes. Zybala does what he can to block them…but a few get through. Brooks returns to her feet…she notices what’s going on and gets involved. She sneaks up behind Wulf, leaps up and drops him with a Backstabber!! Wulf rolls onto his stomach, atop the mat. Brooks returns to her feet and faces Zybala~
Smith: Brooks is in control…Zybala is clearly dazed…who will prevail?
Hood: What about Wulf?
Smith: He’s still in this…just down for the moment
Hood: Dogging on the Wulf, man
~She whips Zybala across the ring…he slams into the opposing corner. Brooks charges in…Zybala ducks his head…he lifts Brooks over the corner all the way to the outside!! She lands with tremendous impact!! The crowd chants ‘Holy Shit’. Zybala is still a little out on his feet. Wulf rushes in, kneeing Zybala in the gut and preparing him for Wit’s End~
Smith: Here we go! Wit’s End!
Hood: Wulf is about to take Zybala OUT
Smith: Yea!
Hood: Calm down, I didn’t mean like on a date or anything
Smith: Do not disparage my good name!
~Wulf flips Zybala over…but, much like Brooks earlier, Zybala lands on his feet. Wulf turns around, surprised and is SUPERKICKED in the face!! Zybala follows that up with a SPEAR, taking Wulf down for the pin~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings…the crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the #1 Contender to the Paradigm Championship…MIKE ZYBALA!!!!!
Smith: Zybala did it! What a win!
Hood: Damnit…so much for the youth movement
Smith: Well, I mean in the world of OCW…Zybala IS young
Hood: I guess…did Julliet die?
Smith: I doubt it…she seems to be injured, but okay…great outing by her…I think the best outing of her OCW career. And Wulf…so…so close.
Hood: Fucking great match…Mack’s got his hands full
Smith: Indeed! Well, the competitors have been cleared out and are backstage so let’s, I guess, head back there for a moment before our main event begins!
~After a grueling match Julliet Brooks is seen afterwards heading towards her locker room with a towel wrapped around her neck. After finding it she turned the nob on the door and entered the room as she immediately noticed the large, gifted box that was on the table. She wiped her damped hair with the towel and threw it on the couch and turned her focus to the box. She slowly walked over to it, held it in her hand, and shook it, but couldn't figure out the sound. Then she became curious, so she decided to rip the wrapping paper and box open. She looked inside and it was lined with orange tissue paper and on top there was edible carrots. No card inside to say who it was from. She held them up and looked at them carefully, dropping them back inside the box soon after and took to the couch to sit down and stare in confusion~
Smith: Hmm...Julliet seems to have an admirer
Hood: I think someone is worried about her vision, Smith
Smith: Why's that?
Hood: Aren't carrots supposed to improve your vision?
Smith: I highly doubt that's why she got carrots.
Hood: Well why else, then? An edible sex toy?
Smith: Okay, that's enough guessing from you! It is intriguing though...and I'm sure we'll find out more as the weeks move along. However, it's time for our main event. Jacqui Monroe puts her OCW Ascension Championship on the line against Ed Houston
Hood: I predict Ed will FLY HIGH
Smith: That would be fun to see but I just don't think Monroe is going to suffer a defeat tonight. In fact, I don't see Monroe losing for quite some time...she is really, really good
Hood: Meh, I beg to differ. Just another blonde with emotional issues
Smith: Say that to her face, I dare you!
Hood: No thanks!
Smith: Well folks, let's head down to ring...it's main event time!
OCW Ascension Championship
Jacqui Monroe © (7-0) vs. Ed Houston (6-1)
Belvedere: It is now time for our MAIN EVENT of the evening!! This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OCW Ascension Championship!!
~The OCWTron counts down from 10 to 1 when it hits 1 an audible Blast Off is heard as pyrotechnics go off. Ed Houston runs to the ring as Rocket Man plays. He runs all the way to the ring and slides under before waving to the fans. The crowd begins a ‘Houston’ chant. He pauses, taking in the response. An eager intensity is plastered across his face. This moment is huge for Ed~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Miami, Florida…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 180lbs…Ed Houston!!!
~Arch Enemy's 'We Will Rise' blares through the speakers, as Jacqui Monroe appears on the platform, devil horns already in the air. The OCW Ascension Title is wrapped securely around her waist. As she begins to walk down the entrance way, the blonde allows herself a moment to head bang to her entrance tune, before making her way down to the ring. She enters without much of a fuss, sheds her leather jacket, and glances over at her opponent, Ed Houston~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 130lbs she is the OCW Ascension Champion…Jacqui Monroe!!!
Smith: Huge match here tonight…obviously. Jacqui Monroe vanquished Damian K’ and, in the process, claimed the OCW Ascension Championship. Now, tonight, she shows if she has the power to remain a champion.
Hood: I wouldn’t fucking doubt her…or, at least I wouldn’t PUBLICLY doubt her…bitch has some claws, man.
Smith: Indeed she does…but they aren’t unfair or without cause. Ed Houston, on the other hand, has been quietly building a strong career in OCW. Tonight could provide the critical moment in Houston’s career where he goes from a young talent to a shooting star.
Hood: Enough with the space puns…let’s get this shit going!
~As if on cue, the bell rings. Monroe hands her title over to Belvedere. She keeps an iron gaze on Houston. Houston’s breathing is rapid and strong. His movements are jittery. Calling his mannerisms nervous might be a bit much – but the guy is definitely anxious. Belvedere exits with the ring and the two competitors head toward one another. They meet in the center of the ring. Ed raises a fist, showing respect~
Smith: There was a bit of controversy during the week…Jacque felt as though Ed had overlooked her accomplishment. Jacqui hates it when her opponents don’t do their homework.
Hood: Not doing his homework, eh? That explains why he got thrown out of NASA
Smith: He was thrown out of the program due to an error in judgment. It had NOTHING to do with his scholastic abilities
Hood: Yea, sure, sounds like ‘the dog ate my homework’ to me
~Monroe stares at his fist. Her eyes move downward, meeting Ed’s. She sees honesty in the man standing across from her. She reaches up and slaps his fist – an act of professional reciprocation. The crowd cheers. The two competitors circle one another~
Smith: Jacqui does, in my opinion, respect Houston. That act in the ring we just witnessed aside, she has made mention toward Ed being a future star
Hood: Yea, I’m sure she believes that. But you know what future star means, right?
Smith: What’s that?
Hood: Not tonight
~Ed lunges at Jacqui. She ducks and kicks Ed in the back of the right knee. Ed staggers forward and spins around. Monroe casts a look that says, “saw that coming.” Ed nods and they circle again. Ed lunges once more. Again Jacqui ducks and kicks him in the back of the right knee. Ed spins around, a little more gingerly this time. Jacqui casts a look that says, “Going to have to try harder than that.” Ed nods and goes for a lunge. But he pulls back, attempting a fake out. However, Monroe sees this coming and lunges forward, snaring Ed in a lock up, followed immediately by a side head lock. Ed grimaces, looking more frustrated than pain filled~
Smith: She’s the veteran, Hood. She’s traveled all over the world…fought in more promotions than she can keep track of. She’s been doing this for eighteen years!
Hood: Damn…would she be considered a cougar? Ya know, if she suddenly got over the death of her husband, boyfriend, whatever and went after Ed?
Smith: I don’t know…I don’t keep track of such things
Hood: Well I’m just asking…I mean, to me, if you’re old enough to have a kid that can vote then you’re probably a damn cougar
Smith: Why don’t you ask her?
Hood: No way! She’d fuck me up…and not in that awesome, cougar way either
~Ed tries lifting Monroe up for a Saito Suplex…Monroe, however, cinches down on the headlock and rolls back toward the mat, pulling Ed over, onto his back, maintaining the side headlock. Ed’s on the mat with Jacqui holding onto the headlock, lying across his upper body. Scruff drops to his knees for a count, but Ed shoots his shoulder off the mat~
Smith: Nice try by Ed…but it’s evident thus far that Monroe is one step ahead
Hood: Maybe one and a half!
Smith: Uh, sure
Hood: That half a step could make the different, Smith!
~Ed kicks his legs up and is able to leverage enough momentum to roll over, sending Jacqui onto her back. His head pops free and he returns to his feet, staggering into the ropes. Monroe rushes to her feet…Ed ricochets off the ropes and throws a lariat at Monroe…Monroe ducks. She turns around and eats a Superkick!! Monroe falls to the mat, holding her jaw in pain. She rolls out of the ring to regroup. Ed doubles over, placing his hands on the mat to keep from falling over. He stands upright and catches his breath~
Smith: Nice move by Ed…much needed, just to show Jacqui that he’s going to be competitive
Hood: Yep, she was sort of toying with him. Not anymore…nothing will wake a bitch up like a good smack in the chops
Smith: That sounds awful
Hood: Not saying I speak from experience!
~Ed returns to a proper standing position. He finds Monroe. He rushes for the ropes. Monroe senses it coming…she slides into the ring. Ed flies over the top rope but controls his body enough to land on the apron. Monroe hits the ropes and bounces off…she lunges at Ed with a clothesline…Ed ducks! He hooks both arms around Monroe’s head for a Dragon Suplex! He lifts her up…she flips over, landing on her feet on the outside of the ring. Ed pauses, confused…Monroe grabs his feet and yanks them out…Ed’s face smacks into the apron…his body slams to the floor~
Smith: What athleticism by Jacqui! She may be getting up there in age but her skills refuse to show it!
Hood: That’s two attempted Dragon Suplexes from the ring to the floor…is tonight “break someone’s neck” night?
Smith: I certainly hope not!
Hood: Because, if so…come here, Smith…give your old pal Hood a hug!
Smith: No way, Jose!
~Ed gets to all fours…Monroe kicks him, stiffly in the ribs. Ed flips onto his back. Monroe snares Ed by the hair and yanks him to his feet…he slams his face into the ring apron a second time. Ed staggers into the barricade. Monroe throws kicks into his exposed midsection. After the fourth kick, Ed stumbles away, holding his abs in pain. Jacqui runs up from behind, latching onto his back, throwing downward elbow strikes into his shoulders. Ed falls to both knees. Monroe clobbers the side of his head with forearms until Ed falls to his side. One fan at ringside is heard yelling “ASS KICKING!”~
Smith: What an interesting shift in perception. When Monroe faced Damian…it was Damian who looked to be the superior wrestler…until Monroe hit a second gear and defeated him. Tonight, however, Monroe is the one doling out the wrestling lesson.
Hood: She’s fucking vicious, man. She’s like a white trash bitch and Madea all rolled up into one!
Smith: Interesting combination
Hood: I’m guessing on the Madea thing…I’ve never sat down and watched any of those movies
Smith: They are HILARIOUS
Hood: I’m glad you just confirmed that I made the wise choice
~Monroe pulls Houston to his feet and tosses him into the ring. She hops onto the apron and somersaults over the top rope with a leg drop across Houston’s throat. She goes for a quick pin, Scruff slides in to make the count~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Not yet…Ed’s not going down without a fight!
Hood: Of course not…he’s a NASA MAN
Smith: Well, not anymore
Hood: Oh…a Boeing man?
Smith: Not sure
~Monroe remains focused. There’s a belligerent intensity about her. She drags Ed into the nearest corner and places her hands on the top rope. She climbs up and leaps into the air for her patented Awesome Splash. She comes flying down but Ed gets his knees up!! Jacqui’s gut crashes right into the padded knees of Houston! She flips off Ed and rolls toward the middle of the ring, holding her stomach. Ed sits up and rubs his neck in pain~
Smith: Ed still suffering the lingering effects from the punishment Jacqui doled out earlier in the match
Hood: Yea when she went all psycho bitch on him
Smith: If that’s what you wanna call it
Hood: What else would you call it? Ed basically told her the relationship was over and she was like “OH NO IT’S NOT!”
~Houston returns to his feet, he falls back into the corner. Monroe returns to her feet. Ed sprints forward, he leaps into the air and places both knees into Monroe’s shoulders and chest…she falls backward, onto the mat with all of Ed’s weight crashing into her upper body. Ed pops back to his feet, charging up. The fans begin to rally behind Houston~
Smith: Here we go! Jacqui took the early portion of the match but now it’s Ed’s turn to shine!
Hood: He’s younger, he’s more athletic and he never lived in Japan…I’d say he’s got the advantage!
Smith: The heck does Japan have to do with it?
Hood: People in Japan are naturally depressed…especially white women…just look at Scarlett Johansson from Lost in Translation…she nearly fucked Bill Murray out of boredom for fuck’s sake!
~Ed runs toward the nearest corner…he hops onto the middle buckle and leaps off with a moonsault! He connects! He pops back to his feet and runs into the ropes. Monroe rises, groggily. Ed leaps into the air and kicks the shit out of Monroe’s head with a SHINING WIZARD! Monroe falls to the mat. Ed goes for the cover, Scruff makes the count~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Fast paced, strong striking offense from Ed…almost kept Monroe down
Hood: He’s close to winning his first title in OCW…let’s hope he doesn’t CRASH AND BURN
Smith: Sore subject, Hood
~Houston returns to his feet. He pulls Monroe up and whips her into a corner. He charges in and drives a shoulder right into her gut. He backs up and then lifts a knee into her face. She hangs by her arms, draped over the top rope…about to collapse. Ed reaches over, hooking her waist. He tosses her out of the corner, back toward the center of the ring with a Gut Wrench Suplex! She hits the mat hard. Ed hops onto the top rope…he turns around and leaps off with a 450 Splash!! He connects!! The ring shakes from impact! He goes for the pin…the crowd rises to their feet…they count along with Scruff~
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Shoulder Up!!
Smith: Monroe narrowly avoids defeat!
Hood: Man, when Ed gets going he’s fucking great
Smith: Indeed…Ed’s one of the most talented wrestlers we have in OCW…but so is Jacqui Monroe
Hood: I think she’s done, Smith. Bitch is SLAIN
~Houston rushes to his feet…the crowd is firmly behind him. He waits for Monroe to return to her feet. He’s poised for a superkick. Monroe rises. Her back is to Houston. Slowly, she wobbles around. Houston throws a superkick…but Monroe catches it!! She holds onto his foot…Ed hops on one leg…he leaps into the air, throwing an Enziguri at Monroe…she catches that leg as well! Monroe then turns Ed over and locks in a Boston Crab! Ed yells out in pain, reaching for the ropes…they are a few feet away~
Smith: Boston Crab! What a transition…Monroe is back in control and could get a tap out victory!
Hood: Man, Ed’s back is bent pretty far…umm, back…that looks painful
Smith: You don’t compete around the world for nearly twenty years without learning how to be competitive in every form of wrestling
Hood: Yea, I guess
~Scruff asks Ed if he wants to give it up. Ed refuses…he begins to pull Monroe near the ropes. He reaches out and snares the bottom rope! The crowd applauds his efforts. Monroe releases the hold…but she holds onto his feet. She flips Ed over, onto his back and drags him toward the center of the ring. She lifts his legs up, steps through and stomps Ed right in the gut! Ed rolls over, in pain. Monroe grabs Ed by the hair and yanks back, pulling him up into a kneeling position. She grabs his ears, lifting him to his feet…she pulls back on his head and drops him with an Inverted DDT! Ed’s body flattens out while Monroe takes a minute to recharge~
Smith: What a vicious Inverted DDT
Hood: She grabbed him by the ears like he was an out of line toddler
Smith: The ear grab was always a go-to for my mom
Hood: I bet you cried like a bitch
Smith: WELL IT HURT!
~She returns to her feet and mimics Ed’s earlier movement by standing in the corner, poised for a superkick. Ed stands…he turns and is drilled with a superkick from Jacqui (Jacqui Kick)!!! Monroe goes for the cover~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Ed survives!
Hood: For now
Smith: Yes, for now
~Monroe returns to her feet, undaunted. She pulls Ed up and kicks him in the gut. She underhooks his arm looked for Drop Dead Gorgeous! The crowd rises. Ed struggles to get free…he stands up and, in doing so, lifts Jacqui in the air. She releases his arm and tries to get back to the mat…Ed grabs her legs, slings Monroe forward and drills her into the mat with an Alabama Slam! He grabs her legs, flips over and pins her, holding onto both legs~
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KICK OUT!!
Smith: Kick out by Monroe…we’re seeing a lot of pinfalls in this match…both competitors are trying to end this when they have the opportunity
Hood: And why shouldn’t they? The object is to pin someone…so after you’ve kicked their ass you go for the pin…makes sense to me
Smith: Well some wrestlers like to wait a little bit…inflict a certain amount of punishment before going for a pin. If you go for a pin attempt too early, the opponent will kick out and it will stall the momentum
Hood: Sounds like bullshit rhetoric to me. OVERTHINKING THINGS as usual, Smith
~Ed returns to his feet. Monroe sits up, holding the back of her head. Ed sprints forward, looking for a penalty kick to the back of Jacqui’s head. She rolls over, sensing what’s coming. He whiffs and staggers into the ropes. Monroe gets to her feet and charges forward. Ed turns around…Jacqui leaps into the air with a crossbody! Ed catches her…but the momentum sends both competitors tumbling over the top rope to the floor! They crash horribly. The fans chant ‘HOLY SHIT’ as Monroe and Ed are down~
Smith: Oh my gosh! No way to protect yourself falling from the ring like that!
Hood: I told you that bitch is crazy! Holy shit!
Smith: She’s simply reacting, Hood. Ed’s providing a very tough opponent and she’s doing what she must to keep him down…as long as she’s able
Hood: He might just be better, ya know? I mean, he is a NASA man. She flew to Japan but Ed was prepping to fly to the MOON
~Houston returns to his feet first. He’s shaken but okay. He grabs Monroe, whose body is crashed up against the ring apron. With a handful of yellow hair, he pulls her to a standing position. She sways, facing Houston, back against the apron. Houston takes a few steps back and lunges forward with a Helluva kick! Monroe ducks! Houston’s leg slides along the apron, under the bottom rope…he gets crotched against the edge of the arena. The men in the crowd groan. The women in the crowd smirk. Monroe hooks Houston from behind and she drops him, over her head with a snap German Suplex!! Houston lands hard and remains folded up while Monroe sits up. The crowd at ringside slaps the barricade with their hands~
Smith: Every time Ed Houston looks to cement his status as the man in charge…Monroe fights back
Hood: Sounds like modern day America. We need to make America great again, Smith!
Smith: No comment
~Jacqui stands and grabs Houston by his legs…she hooks them under her arms and falls backward…Houston shoots up, into the air via a catapult. His midsection slams into the edge of the apron!! He remains there with his upper body draped across the apron…his feet dangle near the top of the floor. Monroe stands, she grabs his legs, lifts them up and shoves them under the bottom rope, rolling Houston back into the ring~
Smith: Jacqui is in total control…this doesn’t look good for Ed. This feels like a finishing sequence
Hood: This match is about to blow it’s load!
Smith: Gross!
Hood: Hey, YOU said finishing sequence
~Monroe hops onto the apron and climbs through the ropes. As she enters into the ring she’s somewhat surprised to find Ed fighting to get to his feet. His resiliency is impressive. She stands back, allowing him safe passage to his feet. He stands, turns around and is met with a Jacqui Kick!!! He falls backward…he hits the ropes, bounces off and is booted in the gut. He doubles over…Monroe yanks him forward and drops him with Drop Dead Gorgeous!! The crowd pops…Monroe goes for the pin…Scruff slides in with the count~
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NO! KICK OUT!
Smith: Ed kicked out of Drop Dead Gorgeous
Hood: Well I didn’t see that coming and I have TWO eyes
Smith: Ed is determined to win here tonight…my goodness, what a showing!
Hood: That’s why he used to be a NASA man, Smith!
~Monroe aggressively returns to her feet. She doesn’t argue…she doesn’t complain…she remains focused on the task at hand. She pulls Ed back to his feet. She knees him in the gut and looks for a second Drop Dead Gorgeous. Ed, however grabs onto her left leg and he spins to the ground, dropping Monroe with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip!! Jacqui hits the mat hard, clutching at her left knee. Ed kips up out of nowhere! The crowd is frenzied with “ED” chants~
Smith: Listen to this crowd!
Hood: I think this is probably the loudest ED chant in the history of the world
Smith: You might be right
Hood: I mean MAYBE Mister Ed showed up at the Kentucky Derby once…that’d be the only instance I could imagine where the name ED might have been chanted at a louder volume
~Monroe gets to a kneeling position, wincing due to the pressure on her left knee. Ed rushes forward, he throws his legs at her head, wraps them around her neck and slams her, face first into the mat with a hurricanrana!! Monroe’s forehead PLANTS into the mat…she flips onto her back, lifeless. Ed then returns to his feet and he heads for the nearest corner~
Smith: Blastoff! Ed Houston is going to attempt Blastoff!
Hood: The man is no longer grounded, Smith!
Smith: Indeed!
~Ed reaches the top…he looks down at Monroe, who hasn’t moved. He leaps off with Blastoff (Shooting Star Press). Monroe lifts her right leg up! It kicks Ed right in the face as he’s coming down!! Ed’s head and upper body snaps backward…he hits the ropes, stumbles forward…Jacqui returns to her feet…she knees him in the gut, grabs his head and drops him with a second Drop Dead Gorgeous!! The crowd pops! Monroe makes the cover…Scruff slides in for the count~
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3!!!!
~The crowd gives a strong ovation for the performance of their OCW Ascension Champion~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…AND STILL OCW ASCENSION CHAMPION…..JACQUI MONROE!!!!!
Smith: Monroe did it! She was able to hold on to her championship despite a phenomenal effort from Ed Houston
Hood: I thought Ed had it…damnit
Smith: As did I...by far his strongest performance to date. Monroe is just…well, she’s really, really good
Hood: Apparently so…I guess beating K’ wasn’t the fluke we thought. She’s defeated K’ AND CJ…might be time for this bitch to get a look into the main event scene
Smith: Indeed!
~Monroe receives her title. She celebrates with it for a moment, showing the wear and tear accrued from a grueling match. Ed begins to stir. He gets to his feet. It’s obvious he’s extremely disappointed. He locks eyes with Monroe~
Smith: What’s going to happen here??
Hood: Ed’s going to lay her out…it’s the best way to get a rematch, didn’t you know
Smith: That has proven to be effective, yes
~Some words are spoken between the two. They appear to be competitive but not derogatory. Ed points at that title as though he’s determined to win it in the future. Monroe nods as if saying she’ll defend it whenever. Houston extends his hand…Monroe shakes it. Ed then exits the ring, giving Monroe the spotlight to celebrate~
Smith: I think Ed has earned Monroe’s respect
Hood: Terrific, wonderful…but he didn’t win the fucking title
Smith: No, he did not…but it won’t be long before Ed Houston has gold in OCW
Hood: I think we should create the INTERGALACTIC CHAMPIONSHIP…make Ed the first holder of the belt
Smith: No
Hood: BOOOOO
Smith: Well folks…that’s all we’ve got for you this evening…another great episode of Massacre! Tune in next week as Iggy Hardy defends his OCW Savage Championship against Tommy Crimson! See ya next week!
~With a final shot of Monroe in the ring, with her title…all sweaty and fatigued...but victorious…we fade out~