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OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, August 28th 2017
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida

~We open up to another edition of Massacre. The camera pans the following signs: "Perfectly Marvelous hate Elephants!" "This Crimson's on Fiiyaaa!" "Unlike Mayo, Meyhu is horrible on sandwiches" "We Want Shadow Dancer!" "Vince Fears Welsh!" "Zybala for President!" And guy next to him "Superkick Party 2024" "O'Connor >O'Connell!" "I Want To Join The Carrington Cult" "I'm Handering My Sign!" After enjoying the superfluous signage, we focus on Smith and Hood~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I'm Smith and alongside me, as always is HOOD

Hood: Yes

Smith: We have a great night of action scheduled so let's not waste any time...let's head to the ring for action!

Hood: Fastest Massacre intro ever

Margarita Mix
Bob Grenier(12-7) vs. Paradigm Champion Mack O’Connor(19-4)

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

Smith: Bobby G! He got a win last week against Barnes.

Hood: He wants to win here tonight as well.

Smith: Indeed.

~Smart Went Crazy begins echoes throughout the arena and Bob Grenier makes his way out to a nice ovation. He slaps the hands of his fans while he mouths the words of the song to himself, about halfway down the aisle he stops and looks up and throws both hands in the air in tribute to his deceased relatives. He looks directly into the OCW camera and then playfully turns it towards the audience before he slides under the bottom rope. The fans continue to cheer as he sit's on the top turnbuckle silently awaiting his opponent.~

Hood: Bob looks ready to go for this one.

Smith: He better be! He’s facing off against a pissed off champion, who is double booked here tonight.

~As his music hits, he walks out on the stage and walks directly to the ring, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He slides into the ring and starts pacing in his corner. He doesn’t talk trash to his opponent but he makes sure to stare them down, letting them know he means business.~

Hood: Look at that stare.

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: We are ready to go! The referee comes in to explain to both men the rules of the matchup.

Hood: We can all see, Smith.

~Mack immediately strikes at Grenier! The two men swirl around the ring locked up. O’Connor uses a sharp knee strike to end the dance. Grenier folds over leading Mack to deliver a wicked snap DDT!~

Smith: Nice! Mack strikes first.

Hood: Never… Ever… Count out Bobby G!

~O’Connor gets right back to his feet and immediately begins stomping on Grenier. Bob tries in vain to cover up with little success. He rolls around on the mat taking brutal stomps the entire way. The referee warns O’Connor, allowing a small opening for Bobby G to escape. Grenier rolls underneath the bottom rope to catch his breath on the outside.~

Hood: Bobby needs a break.

Smith: The Paradigm Champion means business here tonight.

~Grenier slowly approaches the apron. Mack watches on with a wide grin then allows Bob to roll back in the ring. The two men lock up again. The crowd pops as they swing wildly around the ring again. Grenier gets the upperhand in the grappling dance this time! Bobby G whips O’connor into the ropes then catches him with a violent bicycle kick! The crowd is getting into it as Grenier gets back to his feet quickly. He performs a standing moonsault on Mack! He then goes for the pin!~

Smith: Kickout!

~Grenier snatches O’Connor up by the head of his hair! The referee warns him but Bob pays him little mind. Mack suddenly kicks Bob in the gut, leading him to bend over. O’Connor catches him with a wicked HOLLOW POINT jawbreaker! Mack hooks a leg!~

Hood: Kickout!

Smith: Mack just hit one of his signature moves!

~Mack gets back up to his feet after the kickout. The referee watches on from the corner. O’Connor gets Grenier back to his feet then whips him into the corner! Mack doesn’t notice the referee and when he does it’s already too late! Bobby G slams into the ref back first in the corner smashing him against the turnbuckle. The referee falls to mat unbeknownst to Bob after the collision. O’Connor checks on the referee while Grenier sneaks up from behind on the mat then rolls up Mack! ~

Hood: There’s no zebra! He’s out!

Smith: I hope they don’t use this to their advantage somehow.

Hood: Welcome to OCW.

~Grenier rolls out of the ring after Mack breaks the pin. Bob immediately goes under the ring leading the crowd to pop. Grenier pulls out a kendo stick! He then reaches even further underneath the ring and brings out another!~

Smith: What is he going to do with those two kendo sticks!?!?

Hood: Probably not harm O’Connor with them. Mack needs to stop trying to wake up the ref and pay attention to what Bobby G is doing here.

~Grenier slowly slides back in the ring with both weapons. The crowd goes crazy as Bob slowly creeps up to O’Connor. Mack swings around to see a sadistic looking Grenier holding two kendo sticks. O’Connor immediately gets in a fighting stance to protect himself. Grenier drops one kendo stick at Mack’s feet then watches a puzzled look cross his opponent's face.~

Hood: Bob is looking for a fair fight here tonight.

Smith: It’s about time.

Hood: Here WE GO!

~Mack slowly bends over and snatches up the kendo stick. The two men then circle each other in the middle of the ring. The crowd goes crazy as both charge at each other! They both come out swinging the weapons wildly at each other! Mack swings his kendo stick at the side of Grenier’s head! The shot busts it wide open causing Bob to bleed.~

Smith: The Paradigm Champ draws first blood!

Hood: The referee may be out for good in this one.

~Grenier rolls out of the ring holding his bleeding head. Mack mutters, “You ask for this”, at Grenier. O’Connor then rolls out of the ring to give chase.~

Hood: This match is about to turn red with blood. These fuckin’ guys hate each other and it’s rather evident now.

Smith: Mack is coming around the corner of the ring!

~Grenier lowers his body and slips around the opposite side of the ring away from Mack. O’Connor rounds the corner and is surprised to find Grenier is not there. He swings around but it’s too late! Bob has his kendo stick against the front of Mack’s throat from behind! O’Connor drops his kendo stick quickly in order to attempt to free himself. Bob pulls the stick against his throat cutting off more air with each tug.~

Smith: Grenier is trying to choke out Mack!

Hood: He’s not just trying… He is!

~Bobby G pulls as hard as he can on the kendo stick with both hands on either side of Mack’s head. The force causes O’Connor’s eye to roll back in his head. Grenier continues to back up until both men are on the front lip of the announce table.~

Hood: They are at the table now!

Smith: Grenier is covering Mack with his blood. This match needed stopped ten minutes ago!

Hood: LET THEM FIGHT!

~O’Connor blacks out for a second but then comes back to life. The crowd noise brings him to. Bobby G continues to try to choke him out. Mack suddenly pulls himself up off the table. He charges at the ring apron with Grenier on his back! The show of strength leads the crowd to pop. O’Connor gets to the apron then climbs up on it. Bob holds on for dear life as The Paradigm Champion wows everyone with his strength. He uses the middle rope to balance himself! Mack dives off the apron backwards! Grenier continues choking him with the kendo stick as both men fly back! They crash through the announce table while Smith and Hood frantically dive out of the way!~

Smith: They have ruined our table! Why is it always our table?!?

Hood: Shut up and enjoy this violent display. I have to do something.

Smith: What?

~Hood takes off his headset then walks around the two men laid out on the floor. He slides in the ring and gets the referee up off his back. Hood begins taking his shirt off to a roaring applause. Hood then puts the shirt on his own back. He slides out of the ring and tosses the kendo sticks underneath the ring. Hood then walks over to the two wrestlers.~

Smith: My commentator partner is now the referee for this match.

~Hood hides anything that he believes can be used as a weapon. He then slides back in the ring to begin his count!~

~Mack hears the count and begins to stir. He shakes his head then realizes what happened. Pieces of the table cover the floor underneath both men.~

~Grenier raises up suddenly out of nowhere. He looks for the kendo stick but realizes it has been taken away. Both men begin to crawl slowly towards the ring.~

~Hood continues to count standing in the ring. Grenier and Mack both reach the apron and desperately try to climb up using the skirt as a guide.~

~Mack gets to his feet slowly. He rolls himself up on the apron. He then rolls underneath the bottom rope to stop the count. Grenier follows close behind. Both men are now breathing heavy on their backs in the center of the ring.~

Smith: Now both men are back in the ring. That took so much out of both men and Mack still has to compete again here tonight.

~O’Connor uses the ropes to pull himself up. A red streak appears across his throat when exposed to the bright lights. Grenier cut into his throat meat with the sharp edges of the kendo stick. It actually pinched a small cut all the way across his throat.~

Smith: Mack may have a slit throat. I am not sure.

~Mack rubs his neck and quickly realizes it's just a deep scratch. Grenier gets to his feet in time to see Mack standing before him, bleeding from the mark on his throat. Unsettled by this, he tries to roll out of the ring but O’Connor cuts him off! Bobby G tries to go around Mack but he is snatched up from behind! Mack falls back while holding Bob around the waist! The german suplex shakes the entire ring. O’Connor holds onto Grenier through the suplex and slowly stands back up while still holding onto Bob. Mack drops back again with a violent german suplex! Grenier is dazed already but that doesn’t stop O’Connor. He holds on through the second suplex then gets back to his feet looking for a third! Bob comes to life suddenly and begins elbowing back at Mack’s head! He connects with a sharp elbow leading O’Connor to release his hold!~

Smith: Hood is calling it right down the middle!

~Grenier is bleeding badly now from the earlier kendo shot to the dome. Bob charges at Mack and O’Connor shuffles his feet for a huge knee smash! The shot opens up the wound on Grenier’s head even further. Mack hooks a leg!~

Smith: KICKOUT! I thought for sure Mack had Bobby G there.

~Mack gets back up quickly. Grenier struggles to get to his feet while O’Connor circles him like injured prey.~

Smith: Mack looks like he’s ready to finish this.

~O’Connor strikes finally at Bob! He charges in but Grenier quickly counters with a shot to the nuts! Hood warns him sternly against low blows. The stand in official explains he will be disqualified next time. Grenier nods then hooks Mack’s head between his leg.~

Smith: THE CHULA VISTA DIRTBOMB!

~The powerbomb drives Mack into the mat with real force. Grenier hooks a leg while grinning wide!~

Smith: KICKOUT! O’Connor was a split second from losing right there! He’s still in it!

~Grenier sits up wide eyed. He is in complete disbelief. Bob immediately begins to argue with Hood over the count. Mack is in a daze on the mat. Grenier is fit to be tied. Anger floods from his mouth and actions towards Hood. O’Connor uses the brief opening to get to one knee. Hood tells Grenier to fight!~

Smith: Bob Grenier needs to keep his eye on the ball here. Mack is slowly getting to his feet.

~O’Connor continues to struggle. Finally he wobbles to his feet using the ropes to hold himself up. Grenier finally gives up arguing with Hood and turns toward Mack. O’Connor hooks him for a Claymore! The crowd explodes as both men hit the mat. Mack struggles to shuffle himself over toward Grenier. O’Connor reaches and reaches. He then begins to drag himself closer to Bobby G. Mack snatches up a leg then pins Grenier to the mat!~

Smith: KICKOUT! I can’t believe it!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Smith: Both men are laid out on their backs! Mack can’t believe Grenier kicked out of his signature move. Both men are breathing heavy.

~They reach their feet simultaneously. Grenier throws a right hand…Mack ducks…Mack throws a right hand, Grenier ducks. Grenier hooks Mack for a German…he hoists Mack up…Mack (who must be totally drunk or something) flips over, landing on his feet! Grenier turns around and gets caught with a second Claymore!! Mack goes for the pin~

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….MACK O’CONNOR!!!!!

Smith: O’Connor with the HUGE win…it evens him with Grenier in the standings

Hood: Mack is one tough drunk

Smith: Indeed…and now he can take a breather and prepare for his title defense later this evening…to the back we go!

~The scene cuts to the back as Josie Barnes is stretching, getting ready for her match with CJ O'Donnell. She grabs her ribs, as she winces a bit in pain. She knew though she had to go on tonight, and face him. She closes her eyes, as she was mentally preparing herself for the match, knowing she had to go out there, and show CJ once, and for all she could do well, and make it in the ring. She takes a deep breath, as she goes back to stretching. Before she can do anymore, she straightens up, as she notices Who're coming towards her. She rolls her eyes~

Who're: Josie can I get a few words with you?

~Josie sighs, as she shakes her head~

Josie: Seriously don't you have some guy to go throw yourself at? You don't need to come bother me.

Who're: I came to ask if you are ready for your match against CJ, but guess you rather me not.

Josie: No I don’t, I rather get ready for my match, and concentrate on what I need to do, and not on you. While you want to try, and get answers, I rather concentrate on one of my most important matches, facing someone I value in my life. I am so sorry I rather not deal with you period, and think you need to just run off, checking out the guys like you always do.

~Who’re goes to say something, but doesn’t bother, as she just walk away leaving Josie alone. Josie shakes her head, as she goes back to stretching. She straightens up, as she smiles seeing Lukas walk up~

Josie: Hey babe.

Lukas: You ready love?

Josie: As ready as can be.

Lukas: Go get him.

~He leans in as he gives her a kiss, that she returns. She heads off towards the ring as the camera cuts back to ringside~

Smith: Josie is ready for CJ...her adopted brother

Hood: She has no chance in HELL

Smith: We'll see about that...anyway, let's move on to our next match!

Robert Morbidus(5-4) vs. Kip Young(1-1)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

~ “Whispers in the Dark” by Skillet begins to play. The crowd turns and watches as Kip Young emerges from behind the curtain. He looks focused, as always. He marches straight for the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and popping to his feet, ready for competition~

Smith: Kip Young always looks ready to roll.

Hood: Generic observation.

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Quebec, Canada…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 175lbs…Kip Young!!!

~The arena goes dark, then flashes blood red...Mr Judas then walks out first showing off his prodigy - Robert Morbidus. He walks through the curtain, looks around with absolute disdain at the audience. He then powers down to the ring, focused on the task at hand~

Hood: Morbidus is a strange man.

Smith: That is the understatement of the year.

Belvedere: And his opponent, from The Other Side of Darkness, standing 6’6 and weighing in at 275lbs… “The True Living Vampire” Robert Morbidus!!!

Smith: These two men are ready to fight. Young has not taken his eyes off Robert Morbidus.

~The referee calls for the bell and Kip strikes! He catches the unsuspecting Morbidus with a swinging neck breaker! He goes for a quick pin!~

Hood: KICKOUT! It’s going to take more than that to win here tonight, Kip.

Smith: Do you think he heard you?

Hood: For his sake, I sure hope so.

~Robert gets back to his feet quickly after the pin. Kip does as well leading the two men to face off again. Young charges in but catches a sharp chop across the chest!~

Crowd: WHOOOO!

~Kip backs away but is unable to avoid another sharp chop across the chest! Morbidus works him into the corner with a third precise backhand chop! Young slumps down in the corner. Robert climbs up on the middle turnbuckle to straddle Kip Young. Morbidus works the crowd then hammers punches down on the exposed forehead of Young. The crowd counts along!~

10!!!

~After the tenth shot to the head, Morbidus leaps down off the middle turnbuckle. He allows Kip to fall face first on the mat in a lifeless pile. The True Living Vampire then quickly rolls him over for a pin!~

Hood: KICKOUT! Kip is still alive!

Smith: Morbidus has malice intentions here tonight.

~Young rolls over to the ropes then uses them to pull himself up. Robert slowly walks toward him. Morbidus suddenly dashes at Kip! Young nearly superkicks The True Living Vampire out of his boots! Kip follows up by pinning Robert’s shoulders against the mat.

Hood: KICKOUT! You can’t kill a vampire without a stake.

Smith: Really?

Hood: Oh Yeah.

~Young hits the mat with frustration. The rookie then brushes it off and gets back to his feet. Morbidus staggers to his feet to face Kip. Young kicks Robert but Morbidus catches his foot! He then spins Kip completely around! When Young spins back around to face Robert, Kip is hooked for a powerbomb! Morbidus follows through by holding Young to the mat after the violent powerbomb rolled up in a pin.~

Smith: KICKOUT! Morbidus continues to impress here tonight.

Hood: He is working the crowd when he should be focused solely on Kip Young.

~Robert taunts the crowd while Young slowly gets to one knee. Kip notices Morbidus has his back turned to him. He takes off toward Robert full speed! Morbidus gets caught with a bulldog! Kip drives his face into the mat.~

Hood: Kip is on the offensive now.

Smith: He is looking to get some air.

~Young rushes over to the corner. He climbs up on the middle rope then leaps up onto the top turnbuckle. Kip leaps off performing a Houston Hangover!~

Smith: SOARING CANADIAN! SOARING CANADIAN!

Hood: We need a northern wall.

~Kip hits the move then hooks a leg quickly!~

Hood: KICKOUT! Morbidus rolls out of the ring.

Smith: He needs to catch his bearings after that. The True Living Vampire almost lost this one just then.

~Morbidus holds onto the apron on the outside to keep his balance. Kip follows up by bouncing off the ropes to propel himself toward Robert with more speed. He slides at Morbidus as he reaches him but Robert counters by moving slightly then snatching up Kip! He pulls Young out of the ring then power slams him on the outside floor! The crowd boos as Morbidus stomps Kip while he’s down. The referee begins his count which leads Robert to roll back in the ring.~

Smith: Kip just stirred.

Hood: That might have been permanent nerve damage. Like a twitch.

~Kip gets to the apron then pulls himself on into the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and is met by Morbidus! Robert stomps on Young. Kip rolls around the ring and has some success avoiding the pointed stomps. Robert reaches down then pulls Young up to his feet. Kip tries to fight him off but Morbidus lifts him up on his back. Robert spins around while holding up Young on his shoulders. Suddenly he dead stops in the center of the ring! Morbidus takes off across the ring holding up Kip then tosses him at the corner turnbuckle! The unorthodox airplane maneuver causes the smarks to pop. Kip hits the back of his head off the top turnbuckle then bounces forward. Robert catches him with a bicycle kick to the face to follow up! Kip falls to the mat and Morbidus pins him swiftly!~

Hood: KICKOUT! I thought Young was done.

Smith: Nope. This kids got some real fight in him.

Hood: I can see that.

~Robert gets back to his feet then hovers above Kip. He leans in close and Young rolls him up!~

Smith: KICKOUT! Nice roll up.

~Kip follows up by patiently waiting for Morbidus to get to his feet. Young then nails him on the chin with a precise dropkick! Robert hits one knee and Kip quickly hits the twist of fate! Morbidus is laid out now. Young hooks a leg!~

Hood: KICKOUT! Kip almost had him!

Smith: That was close.

Hood: Like a cunt hair, man. Close.

~The True Living Vampire sucks air heavy on his back. Kip gets to his feet and quickly heads for the corner. Robert is in the center of the ring. The crowd cheers Young on as he situates himself carefully on the top turnbuckle. He works the crowd before he leaps off! Kip flies through the air half way across the ring! The Soaring Canadian brings the entire front row to their feet. At the last possible moment, Morbidus rolls out of the way! Kip crashes and burns on the mat. Robert scoots over to the corner to catch his bearings. He keeps a close eye on Kip Young.~

Smith: What a counter! Morbidus was playing possum the whole time.

Hood: I don’t know about the whole time.

~Young amazes everyone by stumbling to his feet. The crowd erupts leading a wide grin to cross Kip’s face. Morbidus nearly cuts him in two with a spear! The crowd boos as he hooks a leg!~

Hood: KICKOUT! Let’s see a replay of that spear!

Smith: It was brutal.

~Robert hits the mat with two balled fists with complete frustration. Kip rolls over on his side to hold his sore ribs. Morbidus holds up three fingers to the ref. The referee responds by holding up two back at Robert. Kip slowly gets to his feet. Morbidus gets back to his feet as well. The two men circle each other then lock up in the center of the ring. Kip gets the upperhand with a accurate forearm shot! Robert falls back slightly leading Kip to follow up with a clothesline! He powers Morbidus over the top rope! Robert hits the apron then bounces to the floor on the outside! Kip Young works the crowd.~

Smith: Kip is impressing the OCW faithful here tonight.

Hood: The True Living Vampire ain’t done yet.

~Robert slides back in the ring. He and Kip immediately begin to swap blows! Young covers up after a few moments of swapping licks. Morbidus lifts Young high into the air suddenly! Robert delivers a spine shattering backbreaker! The entire front row winces from the sick spot.~

Hood: OWWW! Morbidus is currently trying to break Young into two pieces. First that spear and now this?

Smith: He is putting the hurt on the spine of Kip Young. That is for sure.

~Morbidus circles Kip. He rushes in to pull up Young by his neck! Robert then directs Kip toward the corner. The True Living Vampire then attempts to slam Young’s head into the top turnbuckle! Kip suddenly counters by putting his arms straight out! He holds the ropes, essentially blocking Roberts attempt to smash his skull into the corner. Kip shuffles his feet then slams Morbidus’s head into the turnbuckle! Young holds on to Robert then smashes his head into the buckle once more! Morbidus falls to the mat as the crowd goes wild.~

Smith: Kip counters!

Hood: Young continues to impress here tonight. Morbidus is out on his feet!

~Kip catches Robert on the chin with a spinning heel kick before he can fall! Morbidus hits the mat lifeless. Young quickly hooks a leg!~

Hood: KICKOUT! Robert Morbidus has no quit in him!

Smith: The True Living Vampire just rolled out of the ring. He needs to think this over.

~Robert trips up Kip from outside of the ring! Young falls forward into the ropes. Morbidus quickly hops up on the apron! He grabs Young by the back of the head then drops back down on the outside floor, pulling Kip’s throat down across the top rope! The shot sends Young flying back to the mat. Morbidus slides back into the ring.~

Smith: Morbidus is building real momentum now.

Hood: He needs to put Kip away here if he wants to win this one. Young came to fight tonight.

~The True Living Vampire follows up by getting Kip back up to his feet. Robert then wraps both of his arms around Young’s waist. He lifts him high into the air while slowly spinning around. The ensuing spinebuster rattles the whole ring around! All of the air in Kip’s lungs escape after the violent impact. Morbidus rolls up Young!~

Hood: KICKOUT! Young kicks out at the last possible second. That was so close.

Smith: Kip knows it too.

~Young slowly gets to his feet after he catches his breath. Morbidus has his back turned to Kip as he gets back up. Out of nowhere, Young leaps up on Robert’s back! He wraps both arms around Morbidus’s throat then squeezes. Kip locks in the sleeper while hanging on Robert’s neck!~

Smith: He may tap here! Young is known for being a high flyer. We don’t see many submission holds out of him.

Hood: He wants to win. Kip looks like a man possessed here tonight.

~The referee comes in close to watch for a tap. Morbidus falls back on the mat! Kip holds on for dear life and continues to apply pressure after both men hit the mat! He continues to apply pressure while Robert begins to fade. Morbidus slowly attempts to drag the two men toward the ropes. This leads Young to apply even more pressure. Robert continues to scratch and dig for the bottom rope, dragging them both closer inch by inch.~

Hood: He’s so close! Just a few more inches…

Smith: That’s what she said!

Hood: Nice.

~Robert reaches out one last time and snatches up the bottom rope! The referee rushes in to break the hold. He stands Morbidus up and sends Kip to a corner. After he checks Robert to see if he can continue the ref resumes the match.~

Smith: Scruff nearly stopped this match

Hood: Unfortunately for Kip vampires sleep during the day

Smith: Should have wrestled this match in the afternoon, I suppose

Hood: Fuck yes

~Morbidus is still a bit out of it. Kip charges in and leaps through the air for a flying forearm. Morbidus catches him across his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He twirls around in an Airplane spin before tossing Kip in the air and to the mat with an F-5!!! The crowd pops…Morbidus falls on top of Kip for the pin~

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….”THE TRUE LIVING VAMPIRE” ROBERT MORBIDUS!!!!!

Smith: Eternal Suffering out of nowhere!

Hood: Fucking Morbidus looks sharp…and not JUST his teeth

Smith: Indeed…he looks ready to ascend…anyway, let’s head backstage!

~The scene opens outside of the OCW Arena. A small plane that looks remarkably similar to the Wright Brothers first flying machine is wizzing towards the parking garage~

“Hey, move out of the way.”

~A voice shouts down at the crowd of people trying to enter the parking lot through a pay gate. The fast acting crowd and sheer luck allows the plane to crash down and roll right up to the parking attendant~

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

~The pilot leans out of the plane, revealing himself to be Ed Houston.

“Hey sorry man, can I pay to go on through. I’m running kinda late, I have a match in like 10 minutes.”

“No, you can’t take that plane into the lot.”

“Come on man, I don’t want to set a bad precedent here but I have to move quickly.”

“Uh no, I’m sorry sir, but you’re going to have to fly this plane somewhere else. How the hell did you even make it here?”

~Houston looks at his watch anxiously~

“Listen man, it's a long story. I have to go, here.” He throws a few dollars at the attendant. “Just have someone take her around. The keys are in the ignition, I’ll be back shortly.”

~Houston jumps out of the plane and sprints to the arena as the camera cuts away to the announce table~

Smith: Some people arrive via car...some via bus...some via RV and, well, apparently some via plane

Hood: Yea but those fuckers usually land at the AIRPORT

Smith: Ed Houston is no ordinary man

Hood: Apparently not

Smith: His match is coming up in just a little bit...but first...our first Margarita Mix match of the evening!

Margarita Mix
CJ O’Donnell (24-4) vs. Josie Barnes (10-8)

Belvedere: The following contest is a Margarita Mix match scheduled for one fall!

~”Kings Never Die” by Eminem begins to play…the crowd unleashes a fury of venomous boos in the direction of CJ O’Donnell. He makes his way to the ring, arrogantly. He slides in~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs….CJ O’Donnell!!

~”The Fighter” by In This Moment hits. The crowd pops when they see Josie Barnes make her way to the ring. She looks focused…ready to teach her ‘big brother’ a lesson. She hurries up the steps and enters into the ring~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Lilly, Georgia…standing 5’2 and weighing in at 118lbs…Josie Barnes!!!

~The bell rings~

Smith: The convoluted rivalry between Josie and CJ. Josie, CJ’s adopted younger sister, eliminated her older brother from a rumble several months back. Ever since, tensions have been elevated.

Hood: Not to mention she ran off RUBY ROSE

Smith: Yes, that certainly did not sit well with CJ

Hood: She was a fine piece of ass

~CJ confronts Josie in the center of the ring. He talks a bunch of trash. Josie grinds her teeth with frustration. She throws a slap. CJ catches her hand and throws it back. He backhands Josie across the face! Josie falls to one knee. The crowd boos vociferously~

Smith: What a jerk!

Hood: Hey, it’s war, Smith. You do what you gotta do

Smith: I can’t stand that man…I hope tonight is the night that Josie gets one up on him

Hood: Haha, never gonna happen, bro

~CJ snares Josie by the hair. He continues talking trash. He looks at the crowd, which is still booing and mocks them. He points down at Josie, talking about how pathetic she is. Josie’s knees are bent. CJ is distracted, mocking people. Josie reaches up, she grabs the back of CJ’s head…she drops to her knees and stuns CJ with a jawbreaker~

Smith: She stunned him!

Hood: Fuck!

Smith: That’s what he gets for being arrogant!

Hood: Wake up, CJ!

~CJ bounces off the ropes, stunned. Josie rolls him up in a small package. Scruff slides in for the count~

3!!!!!

~The crowd leaps to their feet in shocked euphoria! Josie rolls out of the ring. CJ pops back to his feet, shocked and furious. He grabs Scruff by the collar, yelling at him~

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

Smith: She did it! She pulled off the HUGE upset! That could RUIN CJ’s Shot at the Mix!

Hood: That’s it…I fucking quit

Smith: Do you really?

Hood: NOT LITERALLY

~A smiling Josie heads up the ramp, slapping hands with fans. She turns around and points at CJ, laughing. CJ’s face is puce with fury. He leaps through the ropes, chasing after her. Josie turns and rushes through the curtain with CJ giving chase~

Smith: Too late for getting focused, CJ. YOU LOST

Hood: I need a drink

Smith: I’ll order you a sarsaparilla

Hood: Fuck off

Smith: And on that note...to the back!

~The shot fades to Who’RE backstage. She is standing next to the steps that lead up to the stage and curtain. Tommy Crimson comes into focus with a huge negative response for background noise. The infamous, “FUCK YOU!” chant begins throughout inside the arena. Crimson drapes his Savage Championship across his shoulder then grins wide at the crowd response. Something appears to be painted on the title now but the light is too dim to make it out.~

Who’Re: Tommy you have now beaten Iggy Hardy. Many say that win was controversial and you are not the rightful champion.

~Crimson turns to Who’Re with a look of complete disbelief across his face.~

Crimson: Who said that shit? Are you making up stories again, Cum Catcher? I don’t have to talk to you. Watch this.

~Tommy walks ups the steps away from Who’RE. “Engine No. 9” by Deftones hits throughout. Most of the arena stand to boo The Fury. Crimson walks down the stage holding his title close. Suddenly he notices a little boy holding up a sign. “Fury > PM” the sign reads clear. Tommy snatches the sign from the little boy then holds it up close to a nearby camera.~

Crimson: Perfect.

Smith: Crimson has these fans worked up.

Hood: THE CHAMP IS HERE! YOU STOP BOOING, GODDAMNIT!

~Crimson stops as he gets to the ring. He then straps the title belt across his waist. A very detailed painted pentagram now covers the face of the Savage Championship. The light exposes the beautiful paint job at last. Tommy struts over to the announce table. Hood reaches him a mic as he gets to the table. Crimson leaps then leaps up on the long announce table. He holds the mic close to his lips then unsnaps the belt with his free hand. Tommy then holds it up high and speaks into the mic.~

Crimson: Can you hear me now?

~The crowd begins to chant, “FUCK YOU!” Crimson smiles then drapes the belt across his shoulder. He begins to strut back and forth on the title as he continues.~

Crimson: I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I can’t help it if that huge tittied idiot beat him up before the match. That’s the only way Bifford can get a title shot these days. Slim pickings for a fat asshole with zero wrestling ability. I know you have figured out by now Biff that I will destroy you one on one. I’m better than you ever was right now. I know it’s a hard pill to swallow just pretend it’s a BBC. I bet it will go down then.

~Tommy mocks Bifford on the table. The crowd continues to boo. ~

Crimson: I don’t want to talk about Bifford. I’m carrying his ass anyway. You put some work in and I will mention you again. No more free “rubs” for The Eater Of Cocks.

~Crimson turns to face the crowd.~

Crimson: Now I want to address The Blueprint. You are lazy. Bad for my brand. I just don’t want to fucking work with you anymore. I think you are holding me back and contribute next to nothing to what I am going to accomplish. You can shit talk me all you like. Because I think one is already figuring out he can’t hack it with this new talent. The other is fucking delusional believing he can compete at the top level. It’s adorable. You are mid card at best and putting you anywhere near the Main Event is a fucking terrible idea. There someone finally said it. Neither of you can do anything about it because, I Will Own You. You two ain’t shit to Tommy Crimson. I mean that, wholeheartedly. “That’s so mean” is what you are thinking. I Sell Mean To Earn Green.

~Crimson holds the Savage Championship high into the air.~

Crimson: That’s how a proper Savage Champion behaves. Speaking of the Main Event. Meyhu and The Incredible One… You do know it’s going to be Crimson and Monroe before long right? You two boring snatches have been fighting it out with inferior talent for long enough. Ohhhh, you beat CJ!?! Mack does that shit like once a week now. It’s time for a change and it’s going to happen. I double dare one of you boardwalk dicks to do something about it. I need a Batman to my Joker and it’s MONROE. Mmm.

~Tommy licks his lips then hops down off the announce table.~

Crimson: You can all go on with how Crimson almost left. Bullshit. I knew the higher ups weren’t going to let a talent like me walk out the door over two nobodies. Get real, man. My influence is all around you. Wake up! Notice how when I am around shit gets more violent? Monday Night Massacre is my show now. The Era of Crimson has begun.

Crowd:FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

Smith: Tommy just aired some dirty laundry here live.

Hood: He didn’t mince words at all.

Smith: Can you imagine if one day he became World Champion? It would be total anarchy here in OCW.

Hood: Who’s going to stop him?

Smith: I'm not sure...all I know is it's time for our next match!

The Lost Soul(4-1) vs. Ed Houston(7-2)

~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 the bottom rope before waving to the fans~

Hood: Houston put the wrestling world on notice after a great performance against Monroe.

Smith: He lost the match up but no one has had an answer for her.

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

~The Friday the 13th theme rings throughout the arena. Fans look toward the entrance ramp…a few pussies in the crowd shiver with fright. TLS appears and makes his way down the ramp. His face paint is ON POINT. He climbs up the steps and enters into the ring~

Belvedere: Introducing his opponent, from Parts Unknown, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs….The Lost Soul!!!

Hood: The Lost Soul versus Ed Houston is great for this business.

Smith: Look at you all positive here tonight.

Hood: Fuck off.

~Houston and TLS face each other in the ring.~

Smith: The referee calls for the bell!

~The Lost Soul strikes first! He rushes in with wild punches. This completely catches Ed off guard. He falls back on the mat leading TLS to hop on top of him! The Lost Soul uses both knees against Houston’s shoulders to pin him flush to the mat. The referee counts!~

Hood: Shoulder UP! The Lost Soul is just toying with him now.

~TLS stands up then allows Ed to get back to a vertical base. They lock up in the center of the ring! Both men swing around in a struggle for supremacy. Suddenly Ed let’s go of The Lost Soul then kicks him in the gut! This leads TLS to bend over. Houston catches him with another sharp kick in the face! TLS falls back to a sitting position in the corner. Ed quickly grapples him back to his feet. The Lost Soul wobbles in a daze as Ed lifts him up. The smaller Houston struggles to position the larger TLS on the top turnbuckle. Ed hops up on the middle rope then performs a picture perfect frankensteiner! The crowd pops as he hooks a leg~

Smith: KICKOUT! Wow! That frankensteiner was amazing!

Hood: The Lost Soul doesn’t look impressed.

~TLS sits up shocked by the near pin this early in the match. He quickly gets back to his feet. Houston bounces off the ropes and springs toward The Lost Soul at full speed. TLS throws his right arm out from his body and nearly takes off Houston’s head with a wicked clothesline! Houston leaps back to his feet in a daze. He charges at TLS, who counters by ducking then catching Ed with a drop toe hold! Houston lands across the middle rope throat first! The Lost Soul comes charging in from behind with a knee to the center of Houston’s back! The shot drives Ed’s throat into the rope even further cutting off his air supply. The shot also causes Ed to fly back flat on the mat. The Lost Soul quickly rolls him up!~

Hood: KICKOUT!

Smith: TLS looking sharp here tonight.

Hood: The Lost Soul is a legend in professional wrestling.

~Houston kicks out then gets back to his feet. The Lost Soul indicates he almost won then charges at Ed! Houston spins his feet and takes TLS off his feet with a superkick!~

Smith: HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM!

Hood: The Lost Soul is the one with a problem now. Pin him Houston! What is he doing?

~TLS lands flat on his stomach. Ed comes up slow from behind. Houston takes hold of TLS and drags him to the center of the ring. The crowd goes wild as he locks in an ankle lock! The Lost Soul flops around on the mat leading Houston to twist his ankle further!~

Hood: He may tap! Houston has locked in The Countdown! He should have went for the pin!

Smith: I think he’s sitting pretty right now. There is nowhere for TLS to go here!

~The Lost Soul presses his face against the mat. He desperately reaches for the bottom rope. TLS pulls his face off the mat leaving paint where he rested it. He digs into the mat with both elbows and aims for the bottom rope. Houston continues to punish TLS by twisting his ankle. Suddenly TLS twirls around on the mat then kicks Ed off! The crowd pops as TLS gets up now favoring the ankle.~

Smith: Nice counter!

Hood: The Lost Soul is a true veteran.

~The two men face off. They charge at each other and TLS catches Houston with a vicious headbutt! The shot sends Ed back in a daze. The Lost Soul quickly hooks him for a vertical suplex! TLS hooks a leg!~

Hood: KICKOUT! Houston stays alive in this one.

Smith: The Lost Soul is back to his feet quick but that ankle is still bothering him.

Hood: TLS doesn’t give a shit about a busted ankle.

~Houston gets back up then touches his busted top lip. The Lost Soul taunts him by pointing out the blood as they circle each other once more. Houston charges at TLS! The Lost Soul hits one knee at the last possible second! Miss! Houston misses and The Lost Soul laughs about it while on one knee. He doesn’t notice Ed bounce off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Houston comes flying back just as TLS swings around still on a knee. Ed catches him with a nasty shining wizard! The shot sends The Lost Soul flat on his back directly in front of the corner turnbuckle. Houston works the crowd as he leaps over the ropes and runs along the apron. Ed quickly climbs up on the top turnbuckle from the apron.~

Smith: What is he thinking? High risk maneuver alert.

Hood: Ed is shooting for the stars, man. It’s heroic.

~Ed leaps off the top turnbuckle aiming for a shooting star press. Camera’s flash throughout the arena from cameras as he flies through the air. TLS lifts both knees at the last possible second. Houston crashes and burns in a pile alongside The Lost Soul.~

Hood: OUCH! Houston went for it all and paid the ultimate price.

Smith: TLS is back to his feet!

~The Lost Soul gets Ed to his feet somehow. Houston wobbles around with TLS holding him up. The Lost Soul whips him into the ropes! Ed returns to catch a sharp backhand chop across the throat! The crowd pops at the violent chop that causes Houston to do a complete flip in the air!~

Smith: What a shot! That was the most brutal backhand chop I’ve ever seen!

Hood: Let’s not overreact here, Smith.

~Houston somehow gets back to his feet. He holds his throat trying in vain to catch his breath. The Lost Soul watches him wobble around the ring in a complete daze. TLS catches him then hooks Ed for a picture perfect snap DDT! The maneuver drives the top of Houston’s head into the mat! TLS hooks a leg then pulls it back to push Ed’s shoulders flush against the canvas.~

Hood: KICKOUT!

~Houston stumbles to his feet and slightly impresses The Lost Soul. TLS charges at him but Ed shuffles his feet to avoid The Lost Soul! TLS flies past and Ed hooks him for a quick bridging cradle suplex!~

Smith: KICKOUT! Houston can’t believe it!

Hood: He better accept it quick.

~The Lost Soul rolls out of the ring after he kicks out. Ed gets up with a look of disbelief across his face. He quickly shakes it off. Houston then takes off in the ring toward the ropes. He leaps over the top rope! The Lost Soul notices him and reaches up! TLS snatches him out of the air! Ed lands across his right shoulder. TLS rushes toward the closest ringpost while still holding Houston. Ed slams face first into the steel post! He falls to the floor in a pile.~

Hood: The Lost Soul is going old school here tonight!

Smith: Houston has looked great tonight against the legend.

Hood: Ed may be done.

~The Lost Soul rolls back in the ring leaving Ed on the outside. The referee begins his count after TLS gets back in the ring.~

~Houston begins to stir. The Lost Soul grins with his face paint running now.~

~Ed pulls himself up using the ring skirt. He plops both arms down on the apron to hold himself up. The Lost Soul rushes in to kick him off but Ed instead trips TLS up! Houston kills the count when he rolls back into the ring.~

Smith: The fight is back on now!

~Houston slips through the ropes then leaps up on the top rope! Ed balances himself as TLS turns around to face him. Houston bounces off the top rope with incredible balance to nail The Lost Soul with a flying forearm! The crowd pops.~

Hood: Houston is going toe to toe with a seasoned veteran here tonight. He is holding his own.

Smith: I think TLS could be enshrined one day.

~Ed rolls up The Lost Soul!~

Smith: KICKOUT! TLS refuses to go down in this one. Houston looks frustrated.

Hood: He is frustrated. Ed has looked great thus far but can’t put TLS away.

~Houston stomps on The Lost Soul’s ankle. He writhes around on the mat in pain. Ed continues to work on the already sore ankle. TLS rolls around attempting to avoid the precise stomps. The Lost Soul then catches Houston’s leg! TLS twists it with all he’s got leading Ed to fall to the mat too. Houston holds his twisted knee and yelps in pain. The Lost Soul stands up slowly. He hobbles over to Ed, who is now sitting up. TLS knees Houston in the face! The violent blast gets a negative reaction from the crowd. Ed falls back flat on the mat. TLS takes a few steps back then comes charging in at the fallen Houston. He does a flip in the air for a somersault leg drop! TLS hooks the bad leg!~

Smith: KICKOUT! The Rocket Man just kicked out of Souled Out! Amazing!

Hood: That took so much out of him. Both men are winded.

~The Lost Soul can not believe Houston kicked out. He looks at the referee then back at Ed. Houston begins to crawl across the ring. TLS gives chase crawling toward Ed on his knees. He catches up and snatches hold of the sore leg. He twists it again leading Houston to writhe in pain on the mat again. Ed then uses his other leg to kick The Lost Soul in the face!~

Hood: What a shot! TLS got kicked in his fucking face right there!

Smith: Houston is holding his own in this one.

~Ed gets back to his feet using the ropes. TLS left eye swells up. He is laid out flat on his back with one hand covering the swollen eye. Houston leaps up on the top turnbuckle! He quickly situates himself just right then leaps off! The shooting star press is picture perfect.~

Smith: BLASTOFF! THAT’S IT!

Hood: Never count out The Lost Soul. NEVER!

~Houston drapes himself across The Lost Soul. He then hooks a leg to push both shoulders on the mat. The referee comes in fast to make the count!~

Hood: KICKOUT! THE LOST SOUL KICKED OUT!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

~Ed stands up to argue the count with the referee. The Lost Soul rolls around on the mat. He desperately tries to get to one knee. Houston continues to argue the count claiming he won the match. TLS gets to one knee then gains his balance. Finally he stumbles to his feet. The referee explains to Houston that his decision is final. This ends the argument leading Ed to turn around. The Lost Soul and Ed Houston end up nose to nose in the center of the ring.~

Smith: And we are reset…both men back to their feet

Hood: I have to give it to Ed…he’s standing NOSE TO NOSE with one of the most talented wrestlers I’ve ever witnessed

Smith: TLS is a legend in the OCW circle

Hood: For good reason….that face paint NEVER YIELDS

~TLS sucker punches Ed in the gut. He lifts Ed up and carries him into a corner, setting him atop the top buckle. TLS climbs to the middle buckle…Ed headbutts TLS!! TLS falls to the mat…Ed pops to his feet…he leaps off and nails BLASTOFF! The crowd goes wild! Ed covers TLS…Scruff makes the count~

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….ED HOUSTON!!!!!

Smith: Tremendous win for Ed…you have to give the man credit…he’s bounced back impressively after that tough loss against Jacqui

Hood: A true NASA man

Smith: Well, yea…years ago

Hood: Once a NASA man…ALWAYS A NASA MAN…that’s what Tom Hanks says, anyway

Hood: Good match...but I've seen better

Smith: I'd like to see you in the ring doing what these performers do.

Hood: And I'd like to see... An elephant? Did you slip me something?

Smith: No. I see it too.

~The team is referring to a person dressed as a large anthropomorphic elephant who has hopped over the barricades to the cheer of the fans. It's running around holding a sign that reads "Blame Spinebuster For This!" Over the elephant costume, the person is wearing a shirt that reads "SEGMENT" The elephant is running around as security chases it down. After a few minutes, they finally tackle the person and drag them away as the fans cheer~

Smith: Are we going to talk about the elephant that was in the room?

Hood: ...... I hate you..

Smith: I made a funny! Anyway...it's time for our main event!

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our MAIN EVENT of the EVENING for the OCW Paradigm Championship!!

~”Party Hard” by Andrew WK hits! The crowd leaps to their feet. The exuberant, energetic Mike Zybala emerges from behind the curtain. He hustles down the ramp displaying a tremendous amount of focus. He slides into the ring, under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, ready for competition~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Buffalo, New York…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs…Mike Zybala!!!

~"Vagabond” by the Greenskeepers hits, Mack walks out on the stage and heads directly to the ring, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He slides into the ring and starts pacing in his corner. He doesn’t talk trash to Zybala but he makes sure to stare him down, letting them know he means business~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 230lbs…he is a former OCW Champion…he is the current REIGNING and DEFENDING OCW Paradigm Champion…he is….MACK O’CONNOR!

~Mack hands his title over to Belvedere who exits the ring, carrying it to safety. The bell sounds. Most of the fans are clearly behind Zybala…although a few OCW purists chant for Mack~

Smith: This should be a great one…you’ve got a future OCW legend, Mack O’Connor taking on a Boardwalk legend in Mike Zybala

Hood: This is like Anchorman versus Die Hard

Smith: Hard Knocks versus Adult Swim!

Hood: SPAM versus Beef Jerky!

Smith: An interesting dichotomy in personalities, for sure

~Zybala doesn’t waste any time…he charges in, flying through the air for a splash. Mack darts out of the way. Zybala slams into the buckles…he spins around and gets chopped across the chest by Mack’s right hand. Mack chops him again…and again. Mack balls up his fist and reaches back…the throws a haymaker…Zybala ducks! Mack’s fist slams into the top buckle. He grabs it in pain. Zybala escapes the corner and rubs his chest, creating some distance from the Paradigm Champion~

Smith: Rarely seen chops from Mack…they proved to be fairly effective

Hood: Well, I mean when you chop someone’s bare chest it’s going to hurt

Smith: Indeed…thankfully for Zybala he was able to avert a crushing right hand

Hood: Nobody throws a punch like Mack O’Connor…not even Conor McGregor!

~Mack spots Zybala who is leaning against the top rope, both hands wrapped around it for leverage. His back is to Mack. Mack charges forward for a punch or a lariat…he never gets far enough for us to know. Zybala, using the ropes for balance, flips backward and performs an aided Pele Kick into Mack’s face! Mack stumbles back, into his corner. The crowd pops~

Smith: Great kick by Zybala…almost a sixth sense to realize Mack was coming

Hood: That or he’s got eyes in the back of his head…LITERALLY

Smith: I doubt that’s the case

Hood: I don’t know, the guy is pretty out there…I could see him being an alien

~Zybala rushes in, Mack ducks and lifts Zybala up. Zybala lands on his feet, atop the top turnbuckle. Mack turns around and hoists Zybala onto his shoulders, in the Electric Chair position. Zybala leans back, attempting an inverted Hurricanrana…Mack solidifies his base, preventing Zybala from taking him over. Mack slings Zybala forward, over his head and face first into the top buckle with a reverse Alabama Slam!! Zybala hits hard and falls into Mack’s arms. Mack hooks his arm and tosses Zybala over his head with a Tiger Suplex!! Zybala slams into the mat, roughly…his knees dangle near his ears as he remains folded up, shoulders to the mat~

Smith: Ouch! Zybala continues to exert high energy…unfortunately, Mack has been able to use that energy against him

Hood: It’s his first title match in OCW…Zybala is hyped

Smith: Indeed…it’s great to be fired up but you need to be able to control that intensity

Hood: Yea, that’s not going to happen

~Mack thinks about pinning Zybala but is a true veteran of title matches. He knows more damage must be done. He tosses Zybala’s legs to the side, sending him into a fetal like position. He snares Zybala by the hair and drags him into a corner. With RUTHLESS aggression he shoves Zybala into the corner and begins delivering midsection punches. Zybala’s body jumps in accordance with each punch’s impact. He begins to lean forward, in tremendous pain. Mack hooks him for a DDT and hoists him up, so his legs are leveraged atop the middle buckle~

Smith: Mack O’Connor looking to drive Zybala’s head into the mat with an elevated DDT!

Hood: That might ruin his weekend…and it’s only MONDAY

Smith: Feels like Wednesday

Hood: Kinda does

~Mack falls back for a DDT…Zybala locks his legs around the middle buckle bar. Zybala’s head slips free and Mack’s back slams into the mat. Zybala remains in the corner, hanging with his head pointed toward the mat. O’Connor sits up, a bit confused. He rubs the back of his head before figuring out what happened. He returns to his feet and throws a kick at Zybala’s exposed back. Zybala raises up and Mack’s shin nails the bottom buckle! He reaches for it in pain. Zybala manages to climb out of his position and stand atop the middle buckle. He leaps off, taking Mack to the mat with a Thesz Press! He unleashes a flurry of punches into Mack’s bald head with the crowd chanting his name~

Smith: Great maneuvering by Zybala…especially when you consider the small space with which he had to maneuver

Hood: Well he is a little guy

Smith: I wouldn’t call him little…besides, it’s not the size

Hood: Oh man, I KNEW you were the kinda guy who’d spout that bullshit

~Mack kicks Zybala off…Zybala tucks and rolls, returning to his feet. Mack is quick to his. Zybala tries charging by Mack drills him in the head with a knee! Zybala flattens out. The crowd begins to boo. Mack leans against the ropes, taking a moment to regain his wits~

Smith: Vicious knee…again, Zybala a little over eager

Hood: Looks like that knee of Mack’s is doing alright

Smith: Body parts do heal, Hood

Hood: That’s why Mack is going to win…an injured knee can heal. An injured brain…well…

Smith: Zybala’s brain isn’t injured!

~Mack goes back to work. He snares Zybala by the hair, pulling him up. He slaps Zybala across the face. Zybala stumbles into the ropes. Mack whips Zybala across the ring…he sprints, hits the ropes and bounces off…Mack performs a discus rotation, drilling Zybala in the face with a right hand! Zybala turns inside out and lands on the mat! The crowd winces with pain. Mack goes for a cover~

Kick Out!!

Smith: Kick out by Zybala after Mack nailed him with pretty much everything he’s got

Hood: Not surprised Zybala can take a punch…I’m sure he gets punched a lot

Smith: Well he does fight for a living

Hood: He kind of has to

~Mack looks at his hand, it’s irritated from the ferocity of the blow. He shakes it, slightly. He pulls Zybala to his feet. Zybala shoves him away…he has not clear idea of where he’s at or what he’s doing. He throws a wild punch…O’Connor ducks and drops Zybala with Hollow Point!! Zybala flops onto the mat, Mack goes for another pin~

Kick Out!!

Smith: Another kickout by Zybala…that time after being struck by Hollow Point

Hood: Fucker’s tougher than I assumed. He’s no Mack O’Connor but he isn’t exactly Jack Puffer

Smith: I think we’re all going to find out how tough Zybala is by the time this match comes to an end

Hood: Not tough enough, Smith

~Mack rises to one knee. He looks ready to finish Zybala off. He pulls Zybala up…both men are standing. Mack hooks Zybala for Claymore! The crowd rises. He hoists Zybala up…Zybala, however, breaks free and slides down Mack’s back…he pulls Mack to the mat with a Sunset Flip! Scruff slides in with the count~

Shoulder UP!!

Smith: Whoa! Zybala nearly stunned the Paradigm Champion

Hood: Damnit, Mack…don’t be so fucking cavalier

Smith: I told you Zybala was tough

Hood: Shut the fuck up

~Upon kicking out, Mack rolls over the back of his head, getting to a crouched position. Zybala gets to his knees. Mack lunges at him…Zybala leaps up and drops Mack with a Codebreaker!! Mack falls to the mat. Zybala collapses over, catching his breath. The crowd starts a “ZYBALA” chant~

Smith: Great move by Zybala…he desperately needed to do something to inflict some damage on O’Connor

Hood: I thought the guy was done…I guess I was wrong

Smith: See? I told you he’s tough

Hood: He may be tough…but, as I said earlier, I doubt he’s tough enough

~Zybala and Mack reach their feet at about the same time. Mack takes a wild swing at Zybala…Mike ducks and hoists Mack up…he drops Mack across his knee with an Atomic Drop! Mack stumbles into a corner, he slams into the buckles front first…he staggers back…Mike leaps into the air and drops Mack with a Backstabber! He goes for a quick cover~

Kick Out!

Smith: Mack kicking out after one!

Hood: Zybala with a Codebreaker AND a Backstabber…guy likes using his knees

Smith: Is some joke about fellatio impending?

Hood: Always interesting to see where your mind’s at, Smith

~Zybala pops back to his feet. He holds up the BACK OF HIS HAND the crowd goes wild! Mack gets to one knee. Mack reaches both feet. Zybala spins around, performing a full three hundred sixty degree turn…he BITCH SLAPS Mack right across the face!! Mack falls into the ropes…he ricochets forward…Zybala rolls him up with a Small Package! Scruff slides in for another count…the fans chant along~

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Kick out by Mack…that one was close!

Hood: No shit…Talk about disrespect!

Smith: Ah, so you know the name of that move

Hood: What? Zybala named the small package disrespect? I mean, I guess I can see that…

Smith: NOT THE SMALL PACKAGE! That’s what he calls the three sixty back hand!

Hood: Oh, okay, yea…that does make more sense

~Zybala pops back to his feet, undaunted. He’s more fired up than ever. He stomps his right foot into the mat, turning his side toward Mack, who is still on the mat. The fans yell ‘SUPERKICK!’ Zybala stomps the mat again. Mack gets to one knee. Zybala’s legs bounce up and down, his body shakes…he’s coiled, ready to unleash. Mack reaches his feet and staggers to the side. Zybala lunges forward for the SUPERKICK! Mack throws a straight right hand! Mack’s hand connects on Zybala’s jaw at the exact moment Zybala’s SUPERKICK smacks O’Connor’s face! Both men collapse to the mat with the crowd going wild~

Smith: Wow! What a collision!

Hood: Mack’s fist against Zybala’s foot

Smith: Normally I’d give the edge to the foot…but when it comes to Mack, his fists are made of iron

Hood: Really? Is he like Wolverine? What happened, did his hand get crushed in a crazy boating accident forcing metal to replace his bones?

Smith: NOT LITERALLY

~Neither man has moved. The crowd stomps their feet and fills the arena up with a “ZYBALA” chant. Mike starts to move, as though the chant is breathing life into his body. Mack is on his back…his chest rises and falls with each deep, rapid breath. Zybala claws his way nearer to Mack, dragging his lifeless legs behind him. He tosses an arm over Mack’s chest. Scruff drops to his knees and makes the count~

SHOULDER UP!

Smith: Mack with the shoulder up! Both men have tried to end the match with their finisher…neither enjoyed success

Hood: Yea, Zybala actually hit his, though. So I’d give the advantage to Mack…no way Zybala kicks out of Claymore if/when he gets dropped by it

Smith: That remains to be seen

~Zybala rolls onto his back. He’s not shocked or anything, just mildly disappointed. Mack sits up. His eyes blink, rapidly. He shakes his head. It appears as though he’s shaking off a long, rough night of drinking. He gets to his feet and stumbles toward Zybala, who remains on his back. He bends over, grabbing Mike by the hair. Mike lifts his knees up for another Codebreaker! Mack, however, grabs Mike by the waist and lifts him up, into the air in a weird, almost powerbomb like position. Mike’s knees are pressed into Mack’s face while Mack is standing upright. Mack charges toward the ropes. Zybala looks around, frantic. Mack reaches the ropes and he tosses Mike out of the ring! Mike’s back SLAMS into the barricade, denting it! Fans in the front row scatter as popcorn and soda flies into the air. Mack leans over the top rope, filling his lungs with air. Mike is seated on his ass, slouched to his right, his back wedged against and slightly into the barricade~

Smith: What a show of strength by Mack O’Connor! That might have done it…Zybala might be finished

Hood: That fucker just ruined like two large popcorns and at least one large coke

Smith: So?

Hood: That’s like forty bucks worth of food…RUINED by Mike Zybala.

Smith: You act like he did it on purpose

Hood: He had those shifty eyes before lunging at the barricade, Smith

Smith: He didn’t lunge…he was launched…and his eyes were moving side to side due to nerves, not deception

~Scruff slides out of the ring, to check on Zybala. He grabs a handful of popcorn and stuffs it into his mouth, before kneeling next to the injured competitor. The fans boo, wishing to see more violence. Mack grows frustrated and exits the ring. Zybala is helped to his feet by Scruff. Mack yanks Scruff off of Zybala and yells at him. Scruff throws his hands in the air. Mack turns toward Zybala…Zybala throws a SUPERKICK! Mack ducks! Zybala drills Scruff in the face! Scruff falls to the ground, knocked out! The fans go wild, for some reason. Zybala looks down at Scruff and shrugs. He’s blasted from behind with a forearm shot to the back of the head. He falls face first to the floor, next to Scruff~

Smith: Zybala has inadvertently taken out OCW’s chief referee!

Hood: Well, that’s not good

Smith: This match is now LAWLESS

Hood: Well, that’s not good, either

~Mack pulls Zybala to his feet and tosses him back into the ring, under the bottom rope. He climbs up the steps, methodically and steps through the ropes, taking his time. Zybala gets to one knee and throws a punch up at Mack…Mack catches it and leans forward, headbutting Zybala right between the eyes! Zybala falls onto his back. Mack goes for a cover…he quickly realizes there is no ref~

Smith: And this is why you shouldn’t knock out a ref

Hood: Well, it’s not Mack’s fault

Smith: Sure it is…had he not gone OUTSIDE the ring, Scruff would never have been struck by that rogue superkick

Hood: Way to bend the narrative, pal

~The crowd reacts as TLS emerges from behind the curtain with a ref shirt on! Mack stands and heads toward the ropes…he leans over the top rope, surveying the scene. TLS heads up the steps and enters into the ring, next to Mack. The two men stare each other down. Neither seems sure of the other’s intentions. Finally, Mack heads toward Zybala and goes for the pin. TLS drops to his knees and makes the count~

Kick Out!

Smith: We have a new referee and, well, he’s kind of a lost soul!

Hood: Kind of? He is THE Lost Soul

Smith: Indeed!

~Mack seems to have no issue with the face painted referee’s count. He gets to his feet and yanks Zybala up. Mack attempts to hook Zybala for Claymore…Zybala elbows out. Mack staggers to the side…Zybala hits the ropes, he bounces off and drops Mack with a Spinning Heel Kick! Mack lands hard~

Smith: Great comeback by Zybala

Hood: It seems that the presence of TLS has given STRENGTH to Zybala

Smith: That or Mack took too long in capitalizing

Hood: Oh no, it’s definitely some sort of TLS aura voodoo

~Zybala notices TLS in a ref shirt. He furrows his brow for a moment. TLS nods his head in the direction of Mack. Zybala goes back to work on Mack, refocusing. He stomps on Mack’s body. Zybala drops and elbow across Mack’s throat. He pops back to his feet and heads for the nearest corner~

Smith: Mike Zybala in control late in this contest…he also seems content with TLS reffing this match

Hood: Doesn’t look like he’s got a choice

Smith: Indeed

~Zybala quickly scales the corner. He looks down at Mack and leaps high into the air…he brings his knees to his chest and comes down with a vicious double foot stomp into the abs of Mack!! Mack sits up, as a reflex before falling onto his back. Zybala goes for the pin…TLS slides in with the count~

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Another kick out

Hood: I think that count was fast!

Smith: It was not

Hood: These guys are aligned…you know how I know? Quick, ask me how I know

Smith: How do you know?

Hood: I thought you’d never ask! I know because they are both mentally challenged

Smith: Right

~Zybala rises to his feet…the look on his face indicates he believes the count may have been slow. TLS stands and looks down at Zybala, displaying the considerable height advantage he enjoys. Zybala shakes his head, keeping his thoughts internal. Mack returns to his feet…he falls back into a corner. Zybala notices the ropes shake and spots O’Connor in the corner. He sprints forward and drills Mack in the head with a Helluva Kick!!! Mack falls face first onto the mat. Zybala rolls him over…TLS walks over, drops to his knees and makes the count~

Kick Out!!

Smith: Another near fall…Zybala is SO close to gold!

Hood: Fools gold

Smith: Incorrect!

~Zybala pops to his feet. He argues with TLS this time…explaining he thought the count was slow. TLS, as before, just sorta looks down at the smaller competitor. Zybala is about to rise to anger toward the ref…but he calms down. He spots Mack struggling to his feet. He turns his attention away from TLS. TLS spots a sign in the crowd that reads “DILDO ON A POLE” he heads that way, standing near the ropes, looking at the fan…possibly to see if it’s Josie Barnes. A loud SMACK is heard. Our view zooms back…Zybala has just hit Mack with the SUPERKICK!!! The crowd goes wild. Zybala goes for the cover. TLS continues to admire the match stipulation plastered across the sign~

Smith: Zybala has this match won but TLS is too busy reading a stupid sign!

Hood: What do you mean stupid? That stipulation could redefine this industry!

Smith: I want no part of such industry!

~Zybala realizes no count is coming. He returns to his feet and storms TLS’ way. He spins TLS around and begins yelling at him. TLS remains stoic. Zybala pie faces the former Ascension Champion! As he does, some of TLS’ face paint falls away. The crowd gasps. TLS reaches up, feeling the bald spot on his cheek. He becomes filled with rage! He runs Zybala over with a clothesline! He stomps on Zybala…the crowd boos loudly~

Smith: This is why wrestlers as refs is always a bad idea

Hood: Zybala did something the Amazon never could…he removed some of TLS’ face paint!

Smith: Always a silver lining

~Mack returns to his feet…he’s beaten, he’s witless…he’s staggering. TLS grabs Zybala and pulls him to his feet…he whips him at O’Connor. Mack’s instincts kick in…he catches Zybala, lifts him up and drills him into the mat with CLAYMORE! He goes for the pin. TLS slides in with a fast count~

1! 2! 3!!!!

~The crowd boos heavily as the bell sounds~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…AND STILL OCW PARADIGM CHAMPION…MACK O’CONNOR!!!!!!

Smith: You want to talk about controversy…my goodness

Hood: I know…I told you putting Zybala in the main event was a bad idea

Smith: I’m talking about that finish…TLS just SCREWED Zybala out of the title

Hood: Who knew TLS was such a fan of OCW…he did what was best for the company

Smith: Whatever…folks…that’s all the time we have…you can bet there will be some repercussions as a result of this act…until next time, I’m Smith…signing off.

~We fade to black~