OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, May 7th 2018
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~A special, hard hitting episode of GIRLS GONE WILD – SAUDI ARABIA finishes airing. The screen goes black. The STARZ logo is all we are left with, holding strong at the bottom of the screen. A caption pops up reminding viewers that the incoming program is for mature audiences only. It, too, slowly fades into digital oblivion. Darkness consumes. All is quiet. We cut to the OCW Arena. There are no fireworks. No music plays. No over the top Smith or acerbic Hood commentary filling our speakers…just an anxious crowd, ready for something, anything~
~The OCW Arena goes pitch black, causing the crowd to cheer for the start of the show. The large screen at the top of the ramp lights up, with a countdown starting at ten, counting down. During the countdown, we see a silhouette training in a gym, montaged with epic finishes to matches from 2017, including the Pub Crawl Brawl from Like There’s No Tomorrow, the Escape the Prison Match from Stainless Steel Ride, and the Aptitude triple threat match on the August 7th edition of Massacre. We get to the end of the countdown, when the letters “TIO” flash on the screen and the crowd explodes~
~The heavy riffs of "Who Taught You How to Hate" begin to ring through the arena as the crowd leaps out of their seats. They cheer heavily as The Incredible One emerges from the back with the OCW Championship buckled around his waist, followed by his fiancé Leslie and his daughter Jenna. TIO smiles as he looks out at the sea of fans while his girls clap behind him. TIO starts down the ramp, clapping hands of the fans and waits at the bottom for his family. When they finally join him, he hugs Jenna, kisses Leslie on the lips, before they leave him. They go to the side of the ring as TIO unbuckles the championship, rolls into the ring and immediately goes to a turnbuckle, climbing it and raising his arms, with the OCW Championship in his hands, flexing to the intensity of the music and the atmosphere. He jumps off the turnbuckle as the lights go out except for a single spotlight shining into the middle of the ring. He enters into the light, head down, with the title glistening on his shoulder.~
Belvedere: Please welcome to the ring, the current reigning OCW Champion... THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!
~He slowly lifts his head, breathing heavily, and staring into the camera as the thunderous crowd chants "TIO". He lifts the title from his shoulder, and turns his head, kissing the title, as the spotlight fades and the lights return to normal and his music cuts quickly, with the buzz of the crowd still electric in the air. A very loud “TIO” chant echoes around, as TIO grabs a microphone. He tries to speak into it but the crowd’s rowdy reaction makes him stop and laugh a bit. He nods, lowering the mic and applauding the crowd. The crowd finally simmers down to the point where TIO can speak.~
TIO: Thank you very much for that welcome. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in front of a wrestling crowd; and I worried a lot of you would forget about me turning over a new leaf last year but I can see I am wrong. Again, thank you… I am excited to be back, but I have to admit my return is bittersweet. I have been OCW Champion since August 7th… for 274 days, and I have yet to defend the title. Most people would be thrilled to hold a title for this long and not have had the chance to defend it but not me - I am a fighting champion, and I like to showcase that, so the fact this beautiful piece of gold has been collecting dust for that long has saddened me - but also has angered me.
~TIO stops for a moment, to collect his thoughts, before he continues as the crowd becomes intrigued~
TIO: You see, when OCW unexpectedly closed in September due to Hurricane Maria, I actually got job offers everywhere. Everyone all over the world, the USA, Canada, Mexico, UK, Japan, Australia, wanted me to wrestle for them. However… they wanted me to be able to defend the OCW Championship as a condition. I had no problem with this - I knew I could represent the OCW brand and successfully defend the title all over the world but it wasn’t my call. I had to get the OK from the bosses. I had to pitch the idea to Marcus Welsh … and he said no. SO, because of that, no one would hire me, because of that small condition. Without that, I couldn’t get any work. I haven’t worked for 274 days, and that's’ a lot of time to not make any kind of money. Marcus Welsh effectively ruined my life for three quarters of a year and now that OCW is back, and he is in the back, I want his ass out here now for an explanation. I am ready to be the champion OCW needs me to be, but I need you out here Welsh to talk.
~TIO drops the microphone and looks to the crowd, as they cheer, agreeing with him for Welsh to come out. Slowly, Welsh emerges from behind the curtain. He’s got a mic in his hand. The crowd hesitates for a moment, probably because they expected music...then they proceed to boo the man. Welsh is unmoved. He heads down to the ring, walks up the steps and enters, standing opposite TIO. He lifts the mic to his mouth and speaks~
Marcus Welsh: What are you trying to say, you’re broke? After that huge deal I, personally, offered you to return in 2017? Well, I guess that’s what you get for becoming a family man.
~Welsh smiles at the snide remark. The crowd boos. TIO tries to speak, but is cut off~
Marcus Welsh: Why would I let you parade the OCW Title around in other federations? You act as though that would be an attractive offer for this great company. That belt belongs in one place and one place only - right here in the OCW Arena. Besides, it’s not as though we are proud of our champion. I mean, no offense, you used to be a face this company could get behind, but not any longer. You’re soft. You’re weak. You have become vulnerable.
~TIO raises his eyebrow, and shakes his head in displeasure~
TIO: First off, the money part was only one teeny tiny part. Everyone needs money. I’m not broke… but I’m close. The other part was my sanity - I could’ve been showing my teenage daughter the entire world, places that my fiance and I could go on our honeymoon once we tie the knot, which you personally delayed by the way… except I couldn’t. I had to move back to Canada after Hurricane Maria destroyed the home I purchased here in Key West.
~TIO pauses, feeling the anger building inside him, but attempts to keep a leveled head~
TIO: And you seriously don’t trust me with a title? Last year I was one of the only people to hold onto a title for a half decent amount of time while your supposed other OCW Champions would get injured one day, quit the next, need I go on? For 162 days as Paradigm Champion, with regular title defenses, you had four champions who couldn’t defend the title once without losing it. I used to be the face? I still am the face of this company. And if you think I’m weak because I decided to embrace a newer side of myself and learn some new values, then there’s something wrong with you. You think I’m soft? That I’m weak? Line ‘em up, Welsh. I don’t care if it’s Meyhu, Vargas, O’Connor, Grenier, it doesn’t matter - because I’ll show you why I’m always incredible, and beat ‘em all!
Marcus Welsh: Charming catch phrase...and you say it with such conviction that I almost, almost am inclined to believe it. Everything you just said is true...you were dependable, reliable...but that was The Incredible One I hired, not this watered down version parading around his bratty daughter and jezebel of a side piece. I have no doubt you’ll do your best in defending that title. I’m sure it means as much to you as you say it does. Unfortunately simply showing up for work does not demand reward. You have to be beyond incredible. You have to be a...well, you’ll find out later.
TIO: Of course, typical Welsh playing his cards close to the chest. You worried I’ll embarrass your choice--
???: HOLD ON A MINUTE!!!
~Both Welsh and TIO are confused as a female voice rings through the arena, they both look around and Jenna, TIO’s daughter is shown on the outside, holding a microphone. TIO lowers his mic and walks towards the ropes, talking to his daughter but she ignores him and slides into the ring~
Jenna: You think you can get away with calling me a brat and my mom a jezebel, you old timing piece of shit, well I got a #HotMic and I’m about to blow this shit UP!
TIO: Whoa!
~The crowd goes nuts for Jenna coming into the ring to stand up to Welsh but TIO gets in between the two. Jenna is fired up and is trying to work her way around her father while Welsh remains in place, somewhat nonplussed. He slowly pulls the mic to his mouth with an uncertain expression~
Marcus Welsh: Did she...did she really just say hashtag? How do I respond to that...am I supposed to be offended? I’m so confused
~Jenna wrestles free from her father and gets right into the face of Welsh~
Jenna: Of course you’re confused old man, so if my words weren’t so clear…
~Jenna looks back at her father for one second before dropping the mic and smacking Welsh right across the face. Welsh’s head twists to the right. His jaw clenches. His eyes narrow. He is no longer confused as to which emotion he should be feeling. His face reddens as his head slowly returns forward~
Marcus Welsh: Now you listen to me you little millennial bitch
~Welsh reaches out, grabbing Jenna by her right arm. TIO grabs a hold of his daughter and basically throws her across the ring, as Leslie has come into the ring and grabs Jenna, pulling her out. TIO turns his attention to Welsh, as TIO’s face matches Welsh’s in color~
TIO: What she did… was uncalled for… but, if you lay a hand on my daughter again, or talk to her that way… nothing will prepare you for what I’ll do.
~Welsh and TIO are face to face. The tension is palpable. It appears as though Welsh is enticing TIO to hit him~
Marcus Welsh: This is my company, never forget that. I do what I want, when I want. It was your decision to bring your family into this world, my world. And, if I want to have my way with her, then I will. You, on the other hand...if you lay one hand on me, you’ll make your challenger’s job a hell of a lot easier.
~Without warning TIO grabs Welsh by his collar as the crowd gets to their feet for a possible beating. TIO is breathing heavily, as he raises one hand to punch Welsh but Welsh throws his hands in the air, apologizing off mic. TIO’s fist is clenched tightly, as he begins to second guess his motion. Finally, TIO lets out a grunt but releases Welsh, as he falls to the ground and quickly rolls out of the ring. We pick up some words from Welsh from the outside, off mic~
Marcus Welsh: Wise choice. Smart man. Very smart man.
~Welsh is about to head up the ramp. But, at the last second, he turns and heads for Jenna. He pushes Leslie away and snares Jenna by the hair, jerking her head back. He looks at TIO with a grin and leans in, looking for what appears to be a kiss on the forehead. Jenna is freaking out, unable to break free from the older man’s grip. TIO slides out of the ring and spears Welsh free from Jenna as he slams him into ramp. Jenna shakingly crawls toward her mother as TIO drags Welsh up the ramp, completely enraged. Welsh is begging for TIO to let go but TIO picks him up once they reach the top of the ramp and powerbombs him off the stage into a table with camera equipment on it. The crowd begins to chant “holy shit” as TIO stares at the body of Welsh that hasn’t moved since hitting the crowd. Referees and security come flying out, making sure TIO doesn’t touch Welsh again, while EMT’s come from the back to check up on Welsh. We see a final image of TIO walking away to the back, with his family back at his side, as the feed cuts to commentators Smith and Hood~
Smith: Uhh
Hood: Holy shit, he is so fucked
Smith: Which one?
Hood: TIO, of course
Smith: What about Welsh? I’m sure he’s going to need medical attention
Hood: He’ll be fine, trust me. He’ll seek professional help and be good as new…bones can be mended…terminated careers cannot
Smith: Right well…hold on. I think we need to hit a reset here because I’m still trying to figure out what just happened. Ahem…hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! The first Massacre of 2018! I’m Smith and alongside me, as always, is Hood and…well, words can’t do justice what we just saw.
Hood: Talk about kicking 2018 off with a bang! TIO didn’t waste any time in continuing to make horrible decisions…he’s been doing that since last summer, if memory serves
Smith: What was the man supposed to do? Welsh is lucky all TIO did was powerbomb him through a table
Hood: Oh please…Welsh was just going to kiss her on the forehead. Nothing wrong with that…in some culture somewhere I’m sure that’s considered an honor
Smith: Not in the way it was presented here tonight. You saw what I saw…any father with care for their daughter would have reacted in similar fashion
Hood: Maybe…but it just all points back to the fact that TIO is lessened due to having a fiancé and daughter attached…they are going to be his downfall
Smith: You say that like it’s an absolute certainty
Hood: Because it is! He just powerbombed our GM…the GM who has always been a cut above this business. Do you really think Welsh is going to be okay with that? If you ask me, TIO would be lucky if he isn’t fired by the end of the night.
Smith: No way…there’s no way Welsh would do that
Hood: Hell, I would. I’d fire Mr. Family Man after his match tonight and hand the belt over to his challenger, whoever that may be
Smith: And that brings up a very interesting point…who is this challenger? Why weren’t they revealed just now?
Hood: Because it’s pro wrestling, it’s entertainment…we’ve got to keep the people on the edge of their seats!
Smith: I guess…one thing is for sure, TIO is going to have a lot on his mind throughout the evening. However, TIO, if you’re listening…regardless of what happens, you did the right thing
Hood: And, TIO, if you’re listening…keep taking advice from Smith…see how well that works out for ya
Smith: Whatever…anyway…we’ve got a great night lined up with a superb main event. OCW is back…the fans are extremely excited…so let’s head backstage as Massacre rolls on!
Jack Puffer: DETECTIVE Jack Puffer here ladies and gents and, well, I’m investigating a very big mystery.
~He leans in and whispers despite the fact nobody is around~
Jack Puffer: Apparently OCW On-Site GM Eastern European is going to announce a brand new title later this evening. And, well, yours truly is out to break the story before anyone else
Voice: Whoa!
~A female voice breaks in. It belongs to Who’Re~
Who’Re: Since when did YOU become a backstage reporter?
Jack Puffer: I am NO reporter, woman! I am a detective!
Who’Re: Then why are you trying to scoop me?
Jack Puffer: Scoop you? Is that some sort of new age nomenclature for picking you up? Because, if it is, let me tell you that I prefer women with a little more international flair.
Who’Re: Excuse me?
~Who’Re is about to slap Jack Puffer when AKB steps into screen. He whispers something into Who’Re’s ear. She shoves him away, quickly~
Who’Re: Gross, Alpha!
~Who’Re storms off. Puffer, the detective, is confused~
Jack Puffer: And what, if I may ask, was that all about?
AKB: No worries, Puffer. She just likes to play hard to get. I told her some nice things about you.
Jack Puffer: I appreciate the friendly favor, Mr. Body. I, however, have a job to do. Besides, it’s hard to pay for prostitution with insufficient funds. Which is why I must discover this title.
AKB: Oh? Somebody paying you to find it?
Jack Puffer: Yep…an anonymous client!
AKB: Well, sounds serious. You’d better get on that.
~Puffer rushes off screen, toward the entrance of the building. He is denied entry. He comes sulking back~
AKB: What’s wrong?
Jack Puffer: The cretins have denied me entry into the OCW Arena. Apparently I’m no longer on the roster. There’s something dastardly called a ten wrestler limit!
AKB: That’s okay, I’m allowed to bring a guest in with me.
Jack Puffer: Well, aren’t you just a knight in shining armor!
AKB: Uh, sure…but, hey, if you find that title, I want to be the guy who interviews you. We can’t let that whore scoop us.
Jack Puffer: There’s that scoop word again.
AKB: C’mon, let’s get to work.
Jack Puffer: Right-o!
~Following AKB’s lead, Puffer is granted access into the OCW Arena and begins his pursuit of the unknown OCW championship. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: The more things change
Hood: Ya know, thank goodness for TIO starting this show off
Smith: Oh, I see you’re changing your tune about our OCW Champion
Hood: No, not really…I’m just glad we didn’t start 2018 with a JACK PUFFER segment
Smith: I certainly can’t argue that...well folks, I'm being told we're about to hear from an OCW Hall of Famer...so let's see what one of the all time greats has to say and has in store for OCW in 2018!
~In the arena a video begins to play on the screen. Bob Grenier sits on a pile of wood on his property in Timmins, Ontario, Canada. When he talks you can see his breath hang in the air. It is incredibly cold. He wears a touqe and a scarf with his familiar grin~
"I don't know what the future holds for me. I was gonna show up to Massacre this week and I know I'm under contract and with that contract comes obligations.. but I have nothing to prove. I have nothing to prove to the fans, OCW management.. My coworkers or myself. I've been OCW Champion, I'm in the hall of fame. Quite frankly I think my work here is done. I'm taking this to announce my retirement from professional wrestling."
~He slaps his hands together in a motion that says he is finished. The crowd is left stunned as we come back to Hood and Smith at Ringside~
Smith: What?
Hood: Grenier is retiring…he’s finally going to go full Ted Kaczynski
Smith: What are you talking about? Bob can’t build bombs
Hood: I’m talking about living in the woods…and how do YOU know Bob can’t build bombs? Don’t put Grenier in a corner!
Smith: Ugh…well Grenier…a man who was to figure prominently in 2018 seems to be hanging the proverbial boots up. That is a big blow to OCW
Hood: Yep, bigger than the blow Who’Re gave
Smith: For the love! Can’t you be serious? We just lost a Hall of Famer!
Hood: So? It’s OCW, we’ll create another one
Smith: Right…Grenier, thanks for everything…if this is truly it, well deserved…well deserved
Hood: And, Bobby, if you happen to spot a familiar face in the unemployment line…no, that’s not you on some hallucinogenic acid trip...it’s just good ole, jobless, family man TIO
Smith: Right, sure, whatever! Let’s head backstage while we continue to process whatever the heck it is that’s going on this evening
~We cut backstage to a shot of DETECTIVE Jack Puffer. AKB is in the background chatting up some ‘HOPEFULLY’ legal fan wearing a Dravers t-shirt. Puffer searches behind concession stands, inside trash cans and under the shirts of various employees. He yanks an OCW staff shirt up above a cashier’s head (male). His flabby, pale belly jiggles. He yells out with offense~
Employee: HEY!
~Puffer looks around, tugging at the guy’s belt~
Employee: Stop that! Please!
~Puffer releases the shirt and stands back, confused~
Jack Puffer: Why aren’t you wearing a belt, sir?
Employee: They aren’t my style
Jack Puffer: Seems suspicious
~Puffer heads toward AKB while the employee, sheepishly, keeps an eye on the intrusive detective~
Jack Puffer: Alpha, that man over there isn’t wearing a belt
~AKB ignores him, telling some lame joke about a judge from one of those really shitty reality competition shows. The female fane is eating it up. Puffer finally yanks Alpha away. This startles the girl, causing her to rush away~
AKB: What the hell? I was making some progress
Jack Puffer: Progress with what?
AKB: That cute, mentally retarded blonde
Jack Puffer: She was mentally retarded?
AKB: Well, I mean, probably not legally…but she was wearing a Dravers shirt which meant it would have been an easy task.
Jack Puffer: Hmm, interesting
~Puffer makes a notation. He continues to speak~
Jack Puffer: So, listen…I found something
AKB: The belt?!
Jack Puffer: Maybe
~AKB is visibly disappointed~
AKB: I don’t know why I figured you’d find anything
Jack Puffer: Now, hold on…just wait a second. See that employee over there?
AKB: The virgin?
Jack Puffer: How do you know he’s a virgin?
AKB: Just look at him
~They both ogle the employee. He is staring right back, turning red in the face, feeling very objectified and insecure~
Jack Puffer: That’s interesting, Alpha. If you don’t mind, perhaps you’d allow me to bend my ear to some of your expertise in identifying mental illness and sexual ineptitude
AKB: Sure, some other time…but, about that belt
Jack Puffer: Oh, right…so that virgin over there…he’s not wearing a belt. I take that to mean he knows the whereabouts of the new title.
AKB: What? How do you figure that?
Jack Puffer: I don’t know…just seemed strange he wasn’t wearing a belt while we’re looking for a belt. Maybe he heard we were looking for a belt and he ran outside to stash the belt in his car
AKB: I doubt he has a car. And, besides, guys like that don’t wear belts…they are too chubby…they find belts uncomfortable. Plus, I mean, belts are designed to hold pants up and, I mean, c’mon.
Employee: That’s it! I’m out of here…I feel SO violated
~The employee storms off, about to break into tears. AKB laughs. Puffer seems heavily concerned~
Jack Puffer: I’m going to keep my eye on that man
AKB: That’s not a man
Jack Puffer: REALLY???
~Puffer rubs his chin inquisitively, taking AKB’s comment the wrong way. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: That poor employee…harassed by two idiots
Hood: He’s probably hiding something…a guy with that physique, working concession…no doubt he’s smuggling inventoried items out to his car
Smith: That is rude and possibly fat shaming and I will not be a part of it! Regardless…Puffer’s pursuit does raise an interesting question…this new title…what’s the name…what’s the purpose?
Hood: Why are you asking me? That’s Puffer’s job
Smith: Because it is your job to talk about these kinds of things…what could a new title mean to the OCW landscape?
Hood: That we would have two champions instead of one?
Smith: Ugh, nevermind…so much for intelligent banter. I’m not even sure this second title even exists…I’m just going based upon the assumption that Puffer is getting airtime looking for it
Hood: You assume too much, Smith
Smith: I always do...well folks, I'm told we're about to hear from one of OCW's most promising newcomers of 2017...he's back this year and, if you ask me, he's going to make a huge impact in 2018
Hood: Muffles is here?!
Smith: No, it's NOT Muffles!
~The camera cuts backstage to a small secluded room. Standing in front of the camera is Ed Houston and Who'Re~
Who’Re: “I’m here with Ed Houston, the newly crowned most underrated of 2017. Welcome back to the OCW universe Ed! What do you think 2018 will bring you now that OCW is back?”
Houston: “Thank you Who’Re. 2017 was a good year. I feel like I was really starting to fire on all cylinders when the hurricane hit and OCW was forced to close it’s doors. I had a few chances to cement myself as a star and fell short. Clearly though, management realizes the potential that I have and the fans can see it too. I’m so honored to be named the Most Underrated but I believe I can fly even higher. In 2018, the OCW universe is stronger than ever. There are only 10 people on the whole roster, all big bad meteors that will send you crashing back to Earth if you aren’t careful and…”
~Just then the door behind Ed and Who’Re bursts open and in walks Josie Barnes~
Josie: “What’s going on here?”
Houston: “Hey Josie, what are you doing here?”
Josie: “What do you mean, I have a match tonight?”
Houston: “Wait you’re still in OCW?”
Josie: “Uh yeah.”
~Houston stifles a laugh~
Houston:“Listen I don’t have time for this I’m getting charged by the minute for this promo. So please, just cut the camera please. Things have tough since OCW doors closed. Let’s end it here for today.”
Josie: waves at the camera: “Hey everyone.”
~The cameraman steps away from the camera. Houston looks at the cameraman then back at Josie~
Houston: How are you still here in OCW? You couldn’t even manage to win an award and you were nominated for 75% of them. You were here eons before I even stepped into here and you couldn’t even win an award. I guess the good news is that there aren’t 10 meteors here. Just 9 and one little tiny spec of dust. Good luck tonight Josie you’ll need it.”
~Ed walks out the door, slamming it behind him. Josie has a look of shock on her face and the anger starts to rise as Who’Re giggles in glee~
Who’Re: “Please tell me you got that!”
Cameraman: “He still had 30 seconds left.” The camera focuses closely on Barnes’ face as the scene fades back to the announce team~
Smith: I’ve always been a huge fan of Ed but that…that was kinda rude the way he treated Josie
Hood: She’s the adopted sister of CJ so, by proxy, she’s the biggest fuckin heel we got!
Smith: She is not! She’s an honest, talented fighter who is going to put on a show in tonight’s main event
Hood: The only show she could put on that would be worth watching is…
Smith: I’m going to stop you right there. Regardless…Ed is back…he seems to have a new attitude but, if he’s the same athlete we saw last year…the sky is the limit
Hood: Geezus
Smith: I’ve been sitting on that one since August of last year!
Hood: Your mother would be so proud
Smith: What do you mean WOULD be? looks into camera Hi mom!
Hood: TIO’s family, your fucking mother…has OCW aged past its peak? Have we become a damn retirement home watching reruns of family friendly television?
Smith: As if that would be such a horrible concoction. Anyway, let's head backstage as the night rolls on!
~We cut outside. Puffer is stalking the employee. The employee is hurrying through the parking lot. He’s fast approaching a Mercedes~
Jack Puffer: Interesting car for such a low level employee…very suspicious
~The employee darts around the Mercedes and stands in front of a multi colored, cheap vehicle. Puffer, who really isn’t hiding behind anything, he’s just standing out in the open, continues to attempt a sneaky approach. The employee starts to unlock his car when he catches Puffer’s reflection in the window~
Employee: What are you doing? Why are you following me?
~Puffer is caught off guard. He thought he was in ‘stealth’ mode. So he tries to whistle and act like he’s not Jack Puffer~
Employee: Forget this, I’m out of here!
~The employee hops into his car. Puffer hurries toward him. The car has trouble starting. The employee looks at the incoming Puffer and back at his steering wheel. He is pouring sweat, yelling at his car to start. Puffer is a few feet away when…we cut to the announce table~
Smith: What the? Did he just attack an employee?
Hood: He car jacked the mother fucker? I knew Puffer was low on funds…but this is ridiculous!
Smith: OCW could be facing a potential lawsuit if Puffer harmed that man
Hood: True…Puffer was far from some type of ring savant but I’m sure he could take that fucking guy
Smith: One could only hope. Anyway…folks our main event this evening…
~The crowd starts chanting “WE WANT A MATCH!” Smith looks around~
Hood: These people are getting antsy, Smith
Smith: I can tell
~The chant continues filling the arena. Smith looks around and shrugs. He continues speaking~
Smith: I don’t know what to tell them…the lineup clearly stated one match, in the main event
Hood: This is what happens when Puffer makes up 40% of your programming
Smith: I suppose…anyway…our main event this evening is forthcoming and it should be a great one. The OCW Champion, TIO will team up with The Purple VIP, Josie Barnes to take on former Savage Champion, Tommy Crimson and his partner, the Pride of New Mexico, Julliet Brooks. And, speaking of Brooks, I’m being told she’s standing by, backstage
~Backstage, Who'Re is standing outside the locker room of Julliet Brooks. She knocks before entering. Julliet walks over to her with a smile plastered on her face as she looked and felt ready for her big match. The key west crowd showed their support for the beloved veteran, smiling brightly for the camera~
Who'Re: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, Julliet Brooks.
Julliet Brooks: Thank you. This is a big moment, because.... OCW is back baby! I'm sure everyone in the crowd, everybody watching at home and the rest of the roster is just as excited as I am to be here for the return and to be competing.
Who'Re: Speaking of competing.. tonight we will see you in the main event in a tag match against Ian Bishop and Josie Barnes and your partner is none other than Crimson. How do you think you'll fair in this match and can you trust Crimson knowing his crazy mentality?
~She tilts her head back and sighs~
Julliet Brooks: I'm going to be the bigger person heading into this match and give him the benefit of the doubt. We don't have to like one another, but if we work as a cohesive unit then we can get the job done and go our separate ways. This is going to sound crazy, but part of me thinks Tommy is a good guy. He's just simply misunderstood and I can be the one to help him.
Who'Re: What are your thoughts on your opponents tonight?
Julliet Brooks: Ian I knew for a long time now and Josie.. not so much, but regardless of all that, I think myself and Crimson have got this one in the bag, because we both like to inflict pain and we are unpredictable and tonight will be in full display tonight and so will our hand raised in the middle of the ring.
~She smiled and walked out the room. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: Julliet looks ready, Hood. We didn’t really get to see much of what she could do last year
Hood: Believe me, I saw enough
Smith: Well that’s your opinion…I’m a HUGE Julliet fan and I think she could have a huge year in 2018. She’s the type of presence this roster needs, in my opinion
Hood: If you say so, bro
Smith: I most certainly do say so! Anyway…I’m told that we have an update on TIO backstage…let’s head back there and see what’s happening!
~We cut backstage where an OCW camera is sneaking around. It reaches a door with TIO’s name on it. The door isn’t shut all the way. The camera pushes it open a little to get a view inside. We see Jenna being consoled by Leslie while TIO paces back and forth~
Jenna: I’m sorry
~TIO has no response. His pacing continues. The OCW Title is wrapped around his waist. He appears dressed out for the match. He finally turns to Jenna, kneels and seeks to comfort her~
TIO: Listen, it’s not your fault. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it…okay?
~Jenna nods. Leslie catches the camera out of the corner of her eye. She points it out to TIO. TIO pops to his feet, rushes forward and slams the door on the cameraman~
Smith: TIO is obviously very concerned over his actions from earlier this evening
Hood: As he should be…you think Lee Harvey went and drank a cup of tea after he blew Lincoln’s head off?
Smith: Wait, what?
Hood: Exactly
Smith: Might need to brush up on your history, pal. Regardless…uncertainty hangs over the head of our champion with the first match he’s had in months moments away. Not an ideal position
Hood: It’s a position he’s put himself in, Smith. He’s got nobody to blame other than himself…or that bratty daughter
Smith: Easy, Hood…easy. Anyway…and why is our footage still stuck backstage, staring at TIO’s door?
~We are indeed still looking at the backstage area and, more accurately, TIO’s door~
Hood: First night back…technical issues were bound to happen
Smith: Cut back to ringside…c’mon, let’s go!
~We continue to stare at the door. Then we hear a voice ringing out backstage~
Voice: I FOUND IT! I FOUND IT!
~The camera whips around to spot Jack Puffer sprinting backstage with a crumpled paper bag in his arms. He pauses, spots the camera and motions for it to follow him. The camera man hustles to keep up with a very excited Jack Puffer~
Smith: Could it be? Did Puffer finally crack a case?
Hood: I don’t know, but this feels like a piss break, if you ask me
~Puffer seems to be running without any sense of direction. He finally stops and yells out~
Jack Puffer: AKB!!! I FOUND IT!!
~A person stops and points. Puffer turns and sees AKB hanging, casually outside the women’s restroom. Puffer runs up to him. AKB spots the excited detective. Puffer reaches AKB and bends over, breathing heavily, hanging on to the paper sack~
Jack Puffer: I…ah…I…ah…
AKB: What is it, boy?
Jack Puffer: Uh…I…ah…I…uh
AKB: You found the title?
~Puffer looks up and nods, while continuing to breathe heavily~
AKB: Well hot damn…let’s head down to ringside and break this news! In your face, WHORE!
~Puffer and AKB sprint around, trying to find a way to access the crowd. Puffer fumbles around with doors and stuff. Finally, AKB shoves him aside and finds a way. They sprint through a pair of doors and run down an aisle way, splitting two sections of fans. The crowd pops when they see the two OCW personalities~
Smith: And here they come
Hood: Can I take my piss break now?
Smith: No! We aren’t allowed to leave these booths until the show ends. You’re going to have to hold it.
Hood: Talk about your piss poor work conditions.
~Puffer and AKB hop the barricade and enter into the ring. AKB asks for a mic, Belvedere tosses one inside the ring. AKB taps the mic a few times, to see if it’s working – it is. He then speaks into it~
AKB: Ladies and Gentlemen…the rumors have been swirling all week over this ‘second’ championship. Would the Savage Title return? How about the Paradigm Title? What about the TransAtlantic Title?
~Half the crowd laughs. A bunch of the crowd seems to be confused. A few members of the crowd cheer wildly~
AKB: Well…unfortunately, if you’re a fan of the aforementioned titles or ANY other title from OCW’s history then, I’ve got some disappointing news. Those titles are NOT returning. So…that begs the question…what is the new title called? What’s the deal with this new belt? What are the rules? Who will be competing for it…blah blah blah blah…rest easy. The journalistic excellence of yours truly along with a modest effort from Puffer have solved the mystery.
~AKB pats Jack on the back, who is still winded~
AKB: My buddy, Jack Puffer has discovered the new title in OCW. So…Jack, without further ado…how about we show these fans the NEW OCW TITLE!
Smith: Well I’ll be, Hood! They’ve done it
Hood: Hold on, hold on…they haven’t opened the bag yet. It could be just a really large belt worn by a really big guy
~Puffer reaches into the bag. He’s about to pull it out when…. “Africa” by Toto begins to play!! Everyone pauses. Puffer and AKB freeze. The crowd starts to sing along with the lyrics. AKB and Puffer do so as well. It’s a super catchy tune~
Smith: She’s coming in 12:30 flight
Hood: The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
~Suddenly, The EASTERN EUROPEAN appears from behind the curtain with a bag in his arms. The crowd gives him a loud ovation. He nods and does a weird wave. He makes his way down the ramp. As he does, the song hits its crescendo with the crowd singing along. “IT’S GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAY FROM YOU” and so on, the crowd just sings along happily. EE reaches the ring, he walks up the steps. Puffer and AKB aren’t paying much attention, they are simply jamming to the tune. EE takes the mic from AKB’s hand. He then motions for the music to be cut mid song. The song comes to an abrupt end~
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
~EE shrugs. AKB shakes his head at EE. Puffer looks around, trying to discover where the song went. EE clears his throat into the mic~
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
~EE laughs, for some reason~
Smith: Hood, this might be the most heat we’ve seen thus far tonight
Hood: Unimaginable bastard, cutting that song off
Smith: It was rather abrupt
Hood: I feel audibly blue balled!
~The crowd finally grows tired of booing. So, EE takes this as a cue to speak~
EE: Hello everybody! Isn’t it a wonderful night, yes? YES!
~The crowd is disgruntled. Another “WE WANT A MATCH” chant breaks out~
EE: And the match is coming! It will be great match! Greatest match of year! But first, first we talk about gold
~The crowd quiets. Now, he’s got their attention. AKB grabs a mic from an attendant at ringside~
AKB: Yes, about that, sir…we found the title. We were just about to show it off
~EE is confused~
EE: What you talk about? You no have title. I have title.
AKB: I believe you are mistaken, sir. You see, Jack Puffer discovered the title moments ago. Right? Tell em, Jack!
~Puffer takes the mic~
Jack Puffer: Mr. European, my good man. If I may humbly request your most respected attention. I have, indeed found the title.
EE: I no understand. Show me title.
Jack Puffer: Gladly
~Puffer tries opening the paper sack. He has trouble with it. He tries pulling the item out and has trouble with that. Finally, AKB reaches over and rips the sack down the middle. The paper falls away and Puffer holds the title high above his head. The crowd laughs~
AKB: Son of a bitch
Jack Puffer: What? WHAT?
AKB: That’s the OUTSIDER’S belt, you idiot
~Puffer pulls the belt down and inspects it~
Jack Puffer: It is?
AKB: YES
Jack Puffer: Well, you’ll have to excuse me…I never got a glimpse of the belt. But, sorry, my mistake. My mistake everyone!
~Puffer humbly apologizes. EE shakes his head, laughing. The crowd continues laughing. AKB grabs Puffer by the arm and escorts him from the ring. They head off, with the Outsiders belt, in embarrassment. EE does his weird, fingers extended clap. He then speaks back into the mic~
EE: Jack the Puffer! Funny man! Anyway…belt I have is new title! It will be great title. Worn by champions who are great! I want to be in charge of title, but office tell me no way. I will do things other than this.
~The crowd boos in sad fashion, supporting EE’s desire to be in charge of the belt~
EE: But worry do not. Man of great importance look over the title. In fact he come out right now!
~A moment passes and yet nothing happens until.....~
~"Party Hard" by Andrew W.K. hits the speaks as the fans go crazy! The lights come back on and standing next to EE is the one and only Mike Zybala. Zybala is dressed to the nines in a custom suit that would make Barney Stinson weep with joy. He shakes EE’s hand and pulls his own microphone from his pocket. The music dies down and Zybala raises the mic but is cut off by the fans~
Fans: MIKE ZYBALA (clap clap clapclapclap) MIKE ZYBALA (clap clap clapclapclap)
~This goes on for a minute or so before a smiling Zybala raises his hand to quiet the fans down. It takes a bit, but they eventually calm down enough for Zybala to speak~
Zybala: God, that never gets old! I suppose you all are wondering how I wound up, back here. Last any of you knew, I was helping President Dean run Outsiders. Well, we kind of hit a road block with that venture. Our wrestlers never showed up, and you can't have a show without them. But unlike most, who would have just called it quits and moved on, I had an idea. An idea that took a lot of convincing, a lot of pleading, and A LOT of alcohol.
This brilliant idea of mine was also a simple one. First, I had to get Dean and Welsh here in the same room without them trying to kill each other. Next, I had to start feeding them booze so they would even entertain the idea of being civil. Then, when they got good and toasty, I laid this gem on them. We combine the two OCW brands. We use Outsiders as our farm league, where we have all the new talent come in to learn the ropes. Then, when they're good and ready, they join the main roster here for Online Championship Wrestling.
First neither one of those guys wanted any part of this idea. I had to show them how smart it was. I told Dean that with Online's money and exposure, we can not only buy the house, but fix up the yard and make it better than ever, all the while still paying the new wrestler's the proverbial peanuts. Then I told Dean that this was a good way to get new talent for cheap. Yes, we're going to be calling back all of both OCW's talent to come home, but why not train the next generation?
Plus think of the dream matches! Champion vs Champion with Peter Vaughn against Ian Bishop! Dat Welfare Life versus Perfectly Marvelous! Uber Man versus anyone. The possibilities are endless! And after telling Dean and Welsh that they wouldn't have to interact with each other they agreed. Now, I had to sweeten the deal for me, so while the both are still presidents of their respective brands, yours truly is the commissioner of BOTH OCWs!! While that means I'll be taking a more administrative role, that doesn't mean I won't get in the ring from time to time to smack someone around d if they call me out. I'm looking at you Matt Meyhu! We got unfinished business my friend and to be honest, I miss hosting Superkick Party's for that pretty mug of yours!!
~EE whispers into Zybala’s ear~
Mike Zybala: Now, of course Outsider’s is far away from being anything more than a backyard hobby. So all of this promotion and training won’t be possible immediately. At least, that’s what Welsh says. We’ll see about that, Marcus! So…in the meantime, as commissioner, what am I to do? How does ZYBALA fit in all of this?
~Zybala smiles. The crowd chants his name~
Mike Zybala: I will be in charge of the newest division within OCW. A division headlined by the newest title in OCW history. Ladies and Gentlemen…I present to you the official OCW Craze Championship!
~EE rips the title out of its bag. It’s shiny. The plate is silver. There is a yellow coloring around it. The leather strap is a light gray. It’s a very clean looking belt. It’s got a giant C in the middle. Zybala holds it up…looks at it, smiles and places it over his shoulder~
Mike Zybala: Now, as with any title…this one comes with stipulations. Welsh left it up to me to decide what the parameters were for earning a shot at this belt and, well, I could only think of one. You see…I’m a hard worker. Look at Outsiders…I put my heart and soul into that place even when nobody else would. I appreciate hard work. The thought of a lazy roster just pisses me off. So…in order to receive a shot at this title you must fall under one category – a hard worker. The hardest workers in OCW will be the top contenders for this belt. That’s it. So, OCW…work your asses off because I will be watching.
~The crowd goes wild. A ‘CRAZE’ chant starts~
Mike Zybala: But that's enough from me for now. Let's get back to the show! Welcome to the new era of O!! C!! W!!!
~Party Hard hits the speakers again as EE and Zybala raises their arms to the cheers of the fans~
Smith: What an announcement from both EE and Zybala. I can honestly say that I'm looking forward to the future of OCW and, more importantly, the Craze division.
Hood: I'm not. With that goof Zybala holding any sort of power, I'm worried about our job’s future.
Smith: Say what you will…but judging on the reaction and the announcement, it appears Commissioner Zybala is going to have a major, positive influence on OCW!
Hood: We’ll see, Smith. We will see.
Smith: That we shall…anyway, let’s head backstage for word from a familiar FACE
~The camera cuts to the backstage area of the OCW arena and focuses on a closed door. You can hear quite the ruckus coming from inside, making out the faint sounds of a somewhat familiar voice. ~
“Dammit! Get down here and give me that! Do you know how long it has been since I have won anything?”
“AHHHH! OHHH! OH AHHHH!”
“NO! It isn’t yours! Go back and watch the video, they said my name not yours.”
“Ohh ahhh ahh ohhh oh ah.”
”That doesn’t even make any sense. What is mine isn’t yours, we aren’t married. You live in a cage next to my bed!”
~Just then the cameraman slowly pushes the door open and gets a peek inside. The camera pans up and you see a familiar simian standing on top of a set of lockers holding the OCW Best Face of 2017 award in his hand. The camera spins around to the right and you see an angered Curt Canon holding a small round garbage can in his cocked back in his hand aimed at the monkey.~
Curt: “If you don’t get down here right now I swear to Caleb James O’Donnell I will throw this garbage can at your face.”
Checkers: “ Ah oh ahh ahh ohh oh ahhhh.”
Curt: “ Fine, have it your way.”
~Curt then lets the garbage can fly at Checkers head, but right before contact is made Checkers leaps down like the small agile monkey he is and lands on the cameraman’s head. That is when Curt looks over and notices the camera man and realizes that they aren’t alone.~
Curt: “Oh what the….Checkers get off his head!”
~Checkers runs off the cameraman’s head on to his shoulder, along his arm to the camera and proceeds to jump onto Curt’s right shoulder. The monkey looks down at the man and the man up at the monkey. They stare at each other until Curt holds out his left hand and waits. Angrily Checkers reaches out and drops the OCW Best Face of 2017 award into Curt’s hand, he then folds his arms and looks away in disgust. Curt looks at the returned award in his hand and smiles~
Curt: “Now was that so hard? Is this the kind of first impression you want to leave on the new fans and roster of OCW?”
Checkers: “ Ah oh oh ah oh oh ah ah ah oh.”
Curt: “What do you mean there isn’t a new OCW roster?”
Checkers: “Oh oh oh ah ah oh ah ah oh ah ah ah.”
Curt: “ What do you mean it’s returning favorites and Hall of Famers?”
~Curt looks up at the camera then shifts his eye to the camera man himself. The cameraman notices Curt looking at him and slowly nods his head affirming that what Checkers said is true.~
Curt: “Seriously?! Great, this is just great. Well who is on this roster?”
~The cameraman reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out a small folded white piece of paper he extends his arm out and hands the paper to Curt. Curt grabs the paper and slowly starts to unfold it, his face ripe with anticipation. As the paper begins to unravel and names start to appear you see his anticipation start to turn into dismay. He swallows hard, lifts his head and slowly turns to the camera. His mouth turns into a smirk then he speaks.~
Curt: “ This is it? This is the 2018 OCW roster? (He looks up at Checkers who is still on his shoulder and shakes his head.)”You got me scared when you said it was a group of returning favorites and Hall of Famers, I can beat all of these people easy peasy...”(He turns his attention back to the camera, points his finger at it and tilts his head slightly to the right and winks.) ”Without even breaking a sweat.”
~After his words he continues to hold the awkward pose for 20 seconds before finally relaxing and going back to a straight posture. Checkers climbs off of his shoulder and runs over to the couch in the back of their locker room. Curt turns away from the camera and starts to follow. The cameraman starts to back up towards the door as we see Curt make it to the couch and sit down next to Checkers. You hear the squeaking of a door close, but instead of the camera fading away it zooms in one last time to Curt and Checkers sitting on the couch. Checkers looks up at Curt.~
Checkers: “Ahhh ohhh oh oh ah ah ah oh ahhh oh oh ah.”
Curt: “You are right Checkers I am scared. If I would have known who was on the roster I don’t think I would have come back. We need to come up with a plan and do something drastic if we are going to survive OCW again……”
~We are just about to leave when the camera man is suddenly thrust aside. Out view is obstructed. The camera falls to the ground, staring at the thinly laid, gray carpet. We hear Checkers scream~
Curt Canon: What the…who are you?
~Scuffling ensues. We hear the sound of a thick chair shot!! Checkers screams. Another scuffle ensues. We hear a bullet like THUD into the wall. We then hear another thick chair shot. Everything quiets down~
Smith: What’s going on? Is somebody attacking Curt and Checkers?
Hood: Uh, yea
~The camera begins to move. It points up and we see the face of OCW’s newest signee…PARALYSIS! He stares into the camera, blankly~
Smith: Hood! That’s Paralysis!
Hood: Who? What?
Smith: I heard rumors OCW had signed him but didn’t think they were true, given the ten roster cap
Hood: Well if his contract negotiations were anything similar to what he just did inside that locker room then I’m not surprised he convinced OCW management to sign him
~Paralysis places the camera on the floor, pointed toward Canon and Checkers. Checkers is unconscious, on the floor. Directly above his tiny body is a hole in the wall. Curt is a few feet over, face down with a giant, red welt forming on his back from a chair shot. We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: I mean…I’m glad the young man wanted to make his mark but couldn’t it wait? Canon was going to celebrate winning Face of the Year
Hood: Wait for what? Shit moves fast in this business…make your mark or move the fuck aside
Smith: Well in a roster filled with Hall of Famers and big name veterans…Paralysis is certainly the anomaly which could make him very dangerous
Hood: If that shit was any indicator…this guy is going to fit right in with this group…aside from that pussy TIO
Smith: Are you ever going to stop with the TIO insults?
Hood: HOLY SHIT…you don’t think that TIO got fired and that’s why Paralysis was hired…to fill the freshly opened tenth spot?
Smith: That…that makes way too much sense. I shall not fathom it’s possibility. Anyway, folks, it’s been a great night thus far…
~”WE WANT A FUCKING MATCH” fills the arena. The fans are VERY restless. Smith pauses, allowing the chant some life before dying out. It slowly dwindles~
Smith: Think this format might take some getting used to?
Hood: That or it will be fucking aborted
Smith: Only time will tell…can’t shelf something after one week…gotta give it a chance to survive
Hood: Yea, well we’ll see…if the arena is half empty next week, then I think we’ve got our fucking answer.
~The crowd is growing irate. More “WE WANT A MATCH” chants echo. Who’Re suddenly appears from behind the corner. With her head down, she walks to the ring~
Smith: This might not be the best time for Who’Re to make an appearance
Hood: Hey what better way to put smiles on the faces of disgruntled men!
Smith: Is that why her head is down and she appears so sheepish
Hood: No…she’s a whore. Damnit, now that means she’s probably keeping her clothes ON
~Who’Re reaches the ring. She accepts a mic before walking up the steps and through the ropes. She stands in the middle of the ring and looks at the camera. There is a somber look on her face. She takes in a deep breath and speaks~
Who’Re: I have to hand it to you, Alpha. You have worked hard tonight to scoop me on all the news stories. That title reveal, while it didn’t go as planned, certainly made waves.
~We cut backstage where AKB is watching on a monitor. He smiles~
Who’Re: I’m not afraid to admit that I was trying to find the location of that title. I would have given anything to have been around this ring when the announcement was made. Good for you, Alpha, good for you.
~The crowd is quiet. They don’t really seem to care about this Who’Re/AKB relationship. One person yells “WHERE IS THIS LEADING?” We cut backstage again where AKB says “Told you so, Whore” to the tv he’s watching. We cut back to Who’Re~
Who’Re: Looks like my night has been wasted. The biggest night of the year and I have no scoop, no breaking news. I…
~Who’Re pauses and smiles. Her breasts jiggle a little bit. We don’t know why, they just do. It does perk the crowd up, though~
Who’Re: Oh, who am I kidding. While you two kids were scrambling around looking for that Outsiders belt…I found the real scoop.
~The crowd rises with anticipation~
Who’Re: Let’s see that video!
~We cut to a field in the Midwest. Several OCW trucks are parked atop the grass. Workers move back and forth driving stakes into the ground. What looks to be a huge tent is laying down in the background. We notice a few of the workers toiling away, dripping with sweat – Shootah, Depth, Vortex, and Debris. They continue working away as the following date is revealed~
Who’Re: As you can see, OCW is hard at work preparing for its next big event! On June 11th OCW will invade Papillion, Nebraska to put on a show unlike any in company history. Every member of the roster will compete. All titles will be on the line. Feuds will be settled…careers elevated and, most importantly of all, legacies cemented. On June 11th, 2018 OCW proudly presents…
~The crowd goes wild! Who’Re takes a bow. We cut backstage where AKB is watching~
AKB: THAT WHORE!!
~He smacks the screen of the TV he’s watching and storms off. We cut back to the announce team as Who’Re hugs some fans at ringside. They each cop a pretty decent feel. She doesn’t seem to mind~
Smith: Hood! It’s been announced…our next mega event!
Hood: Greatest Show on Earth, eh? Sounds like it might be okay
Smith: Okay? It’s going to be more than okay…it’s going to be the GREATEST
Hood: I don’t know, man. It’s in Nebraska. What’s the population of Nebraska…like, fifteen?
Smith: I’m sure it’s more than that…but, hey, remember the phrase ‘If you build it, he will come.”
Hood: Who will come? SYREN?!
Smith: Well…just amend the phrase to say “If you build it, THEY will come.” And, well, they meaning the fans!
Hood: I’m skeptical. But, hey, at least Shootah is being somewhat useful
Smith: Indeed!
Hood: Oh hey…looks like Teen Mom 2 is back on tonight!
Smith: Seriously?
Hood: What can I say? Nothing is hotter than a 16 year old girl sexually active.
~Crickets are heard throughout the arena~
Smith: I’m going to pretend you did NOT just say that.
~Before anymore weirdness, the OCW-Tron lights up. Red, Orange, and Blue strobe lights light up the arena. A confederate flag is displayed on the screen.~
“Get your WEAK ASS out of my fuckin’ country!!!”
Hood: It’s CHAD VARGAS!!!
Smith: In the flesh, the Southern Gentleman makes his long awaited return to Online Championship Wrestling, tonight!
~Chad Vargas struts down the aisle, wearing a three piece Armani suit with a pair of orange tinted Oakley sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s not dressed to wrestle, but an ass kickin’ can always come a’callin’ when Big Bad Chad is around. He mouths obscenities to the fans at ringside his entire jaunt to the ring. Once he reaches the ring he jogs up the steal steps and ducks under the ropes. Once in the ring, he raises his arms in the air, drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd. Mixed or not, the roof is blown off this place at the sight of a REAL man. Vargas takes in the feeling of being in the ring a couple of seconds, before jumping up onto the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air. An arrogant smirk follows as he hops back into the ring and summons a microphone from Belvedere. As soon as the mic is in his hands, he can be heard telling good ole Belvedere to fucking beat it. The crowd simmers a little, allowing Vargas to raise the mic to his lips and begin to speak the gospel of professional wrestling.~
Vargas: Gotta love Florida! The only place in the United States of America that the white man is outnumbered at a 7-Eleven 26-1!
~The crowd chirps a little, expecting a little racism from the Legend of Professional Wrestling.~
Vargas: Yeah, mother fuckers! I said it! Welcome to the OCW! Version 153! Part of me doesn’t know why the hell I came back, the other part of me is happy and excited for the next chapter. 2017 is in the history books, a dull blade of grass to an otherwise amazing green pasture. I was hung out to dry by the front office numerous times, I can stand by that excuse as long as my legs allow me to stand, but no matter what, a win is a win, and a loss is a loss, and winning ain’t much of what got done last year. For that, I intend to right many wrongs. So TIO, if you’re listening, bitch – I’m coming after MY title!
~The crowd cheers, one of the biggest heels in all of wrestling receiving cheers from the crowd at the thought of a REAL man holding the OCW championship once again.~
Vargas: I will say, despite what I’ve said in the past, it’s real humbling to receive Hall of Fame enshrinement in a place where I’ve left it all in the ring each and every time I’ve laced up my boots. As cliché as that may sound, it is true in the sense that I don’t know how many more matches I’ve got left. Father Time is the biggest heel of them all. When he says it’s time, it’s fuckin’ time! Back in 1996, I won my first championship NAWA North American title, whipped some kid named Kid, if you can believe that. That, and winning the OCW championship were the highlights of my illustrious career. That is, before being inducted into OCW’s Hall of Fame. I haven’t always gotten along with the man running the show, I’ve questioned some calls and some match arrangements but you know – Online Championship Wrestling is the crown jewel of professional wrestling today, and I’m damn proud to call it my home. 2018 is going to be full of ass kickings, beer drinking, and Canadian killing!
~The crowd cheers, picking up a USA! USA! USA! Chant. Vargas throws a thumbs up.~
Vargas: I talk a lot of shit about TIO, but Bob Greiner is pretty high upon my hit list. Next Monday, The Pride of Tennessee, yours truly, returns to in ring action. No matter who it is, I look to knock off some of this ring rust, and knock whoever it is jaw out of his chin! Hey, before I wrap this up, just curious how a man as cool as Mr. Rodgers makes Heel of the Year? I’m talking about you Meyhu. You are about as bad ass as an obese kid in 5th grade.
~The crowd laughs at the utter pathetic piece of shit that is Matt Meyhu~
Vargas: Good to see you back though Meyhu, 2018 is going to be a fuckin’ train wreck! We are all going to have fun, renew old vendettas, blossom new rivalries, win matches, and head right straight to the fuckin’ pay window ladies! See you next Monday, and don’t forget to tune into my Hall of Fame speech live next Sunday night on CMT!
~Vargas is about to drop the mic but raises it back to his lips at the last second.~
Vargas: KING KONG AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME!!!
~Vargas chucks the microphone like Joe Montana and knocks some kid plum out in the front row as the scene cuts to the announce team~
Smith: Chad Vargas, ladies and gentlemen…charming, as always
Hood: Fucking right! Finally something to cheer about…shit. All this Puffer and Who’Re crap…I was wondering when Massacre would start airing…took long enough
Smith: I don’t know about you but I’ve had a peach of an evening
Hood: PEACH? Please don’t make that a thing this year
Smith: No promises. Regardless…Chad Vargas is back and he’s got his sights set upon reclaiming his throne atop OCW. Do you think he’s TIO’s challenger?
Hood: He SHOULD be…but, probably not. I’ve got someone else in mind
Smith: I think we’re on the same page…anyway, it’s almost Main Event time…but, before we get to some in ring action, let’s head backstage!
~The Monday Night Massacre logo crosses the screen suddenly. It glitches and turns to an inverted cross. The image continues to glitch back and forth between the cross and monday night massacre logo as the distinct frightened scream of a female signals that Tommy Crimson has arrived.~
~The OCW Hall of Fame suddenly comes into view. A hall inside the arena dedicated to the best wrestlers to have ever competed within the company. Names like Andy Murray, Big Bifford, and the beloved Alice Knight.~
~The picture glitches again slightly with the inverted cross then back to the hall quickly.~
~Suddenly Tommy Crimson walks into the shot. He begins to walk down the hall leaving bloody footprints with each step he takes.~
~Tommy travels along until he comes to the portion of the hall dedicated to Scott Syren. Crimson looks at the bust of the superstar then at the video package played on a small screen just behind it. Other items are in the glass cases like worn attire.~
The Fury: I still hate you. I know it’s because I am bitter. So what? How many times did you almost kill me only to not give me any credit when I got up for more? I learned more from you than anyone else. Now look at me…
~Crimson continues on down the hall leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind still. The next glass case he comes to reads, “Big Bifford”. One of Tommy’s biggest foes.~
Crimson: I bet you are still so fat. How are you not fuckin’ dead, man? You tortured me and never gave me any respect. Much like Scott, you shit all over me any chance you got. You taught me that hurt feelings are for the weak while the meanest endure forever. God, I hope you die soon.
~Tommy then walks past the glass case and comes to SilverFreak’s personal space in the OCW Hall of Fame.~
Crimson: Look at you, still looking pimp even encased in glass. You were a top guy when I started here and that never changed until you retired. You taught me how to market myself properly from afar without even knowing it. I’ll never get to find out how I would fair against you in my prime, will I?
~The large case in the middle is reserved for Lurrr. One of the best wrestlers to ever do it in Tommy’s mind. Another heavy influence in his career. Tommy walks away from freak’s case and alongside Lurrr’s. He points at it with his extended right index finger.~
Crimson: There you are, GOAT.
~Tommy notices other cases filled with superstars that still compete in OCW. Mack O’Connor and Chad Vargas are the only two that Crimson respects with Knight now gone. Tommy evades The Incredible One’s case on purpose playing to the camera the entire time.~
~Crimson continues on until he reaches Alice Knights case. He grins when he notices the voodoo doll in the case among other various items.~
The Fury: It’s missing something.
~The case is locked but Tommy kicks at the lock on the side of the huge enclose glass cabinet. It pops off leading The Fury to open up his friends case. Alice signed the doll before they added it. Tommy reaches in the inside pocket of his infamous ring jacket to retrieve a sharpie. He doodles his name alongside Alice’s then puts the doll back carefully where he found it. Crimson realizes he’s broke the lock and tries to make it appear fine with little success. The door swings ajar as he turns around to face the thirteen bloody footsteps he left on his short nostalgic journey down this hall of all time greats.~
Crimson: I’ll be here next year. I’m too good now. Who can stop me? So many of you helped in my development that led to what I have become. I’m a thirteen time world champion and held every single one I ever wanted but one.
~Tommy turns to The Incredible One’s case suddenly. An industrial yellow mop bucket sits in the corner of the large corridor. Crimson walks over to it and picks up the mop bucket. He lifts it up leading the mop to fall out. Tommy cradles the mop bucket as he makes his way back over to TIO’s enshrinement case. The Fury can see his face turn red in his reflection in the glass.~
Crimson: Someone doesn’t belong.
~The Fury throws the heavy mop at The Incredible One’s glass case but it just busts on the side. The dirty water runs down the side of the glass. This further angers Tommy, who then kicks it with all he’s got! The glass shatters all over the floor. Crimson then begins tearing up everything inside the case like a man possessed. He finishes destroying it then steps back to admire his work. We cut back to the live feed and the announce team~
Smith: That is one dangerous, deranged individual
Hood: He’s on a mission this year, Smith. He’s about as focused as any wrestler I’ve seen in OCW
Smith: With the talent and the fire he possesses, it might only be a matter of time before he sits atop OCW
Hood: I wouldn’t bet against that scary fucker, that’s for sure
Smith: Neither would I…sickens me. That man makes my skin crawl
Hood: He’s a different animal, for sure.
Smith: Indeed…well…
~The crowd starts chanting “WE WANT A FUCKING MATCH” yet again. Smith smiles and looks at the camera~
Smith: I guess we should give the people what they want
Hood: Bout fucking time!
Main Event – Tag Team Match
Josie Barnes (0 pts) & The Incredible One © (0 pts) vs. Julliet Brooks (0 pts) & Tommy Crimson (0 pts)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!
~The crowd goes ridiculously wild…they’ve been waiting for a damn match all freaking evening~
Belvedere: This is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~ "Down" by Otep hits and out walks Julliet Brooks onto the stage to a chorus of cheers from the audience, simply smiling from ear to ear, and continuing to walk down the ramp. Once there she claps some fans hands at ringside then runs and slides underneath the ropes, soaking up the positive reaction. After she leans against the ropes and looks toward the entrance way, showing no intimidation toward her impending encounter~
Belvedere: From Albuquerque, New Mexico…standing 5’4 and weighing in at 108lbs…she is The Pride of New Mexico…she is…Julliet Brooks!!!!
~A “Brooks” chant breaks out. The crowd is going wild. Brooks acknowledges their appreciation with a slight smile. She continues to remain focused on the task at hand~
Belvedere: And…her tag team partner…
~ "Lux Aeterna" by Megaraptor begins to blast throughout. Crimson walks out on the stage wearing his now famous human skin ring jacket. Tommy walks out across the stage just as the violins pick up speed on his theme song. The song turns metal as he begins to walk down the steel ramp~
Belvedere: Hailing From Detroit, weighting in at 174, standing 6'2", The FurrrrrrRRRrrryyyy! TOMMMMY CRIMSON!
~ Crimson takes a fans sign and sharpie. He signs the child's sign then rips it in to two pieces. He drops it on the floor while laughing at the now heartbroken fan. Crimson slides in the ring and spins in a circle while slowly while holding both arms high into the air. The OCW fans rain boos down on him. He takes the negative response in like air to will him on. Brooks looks over at her partner with a wary glance~
Smith: I think Brooks is wondering what OCW has got her into
Hood: A winning situation, that’s what! Besides, she shouldn’t act all appalled. Isn’t she the one that requested a skinned alive, burned alive, dipped in acid alive match against Chad Vargas last year?
Smith: I don’t think it was THAT extreme but, yes, she did request a fairly hardcore match
~ “The Fighter” by In This Moment hits! The heated crowd turns around and goes wild for one of OCW’s bright, upcoming stars of 2017, Josie Barnes! The entire crowd is hued in purple due to lighting. A “PURPLE VIP” chant breaks out! Josie smiles and coquettishly makes her way down the ramp, toward the ring. She slides in, under the bottom rope, not afraid of the menacing presence Crimson and his HUMAN SKINNED JACKET brings. She gets to her feet and rotates both shoulders, limbering up for the match~
Belvedere: And their opponents, FIRST from Lily, Georgia…standing 5’2 and weighing in at 118lbs…she is the Purple VIP…she is…Josie Barnes!!!
~A “JOSIE” chant now breaks out. Barnes smiles and acknowledges the chant, throwing both arms into the air. The chants slowly die down as the crowd quiets in anticipation for the arrival of the OCW Champion. A slight “TIO” chant begins to build within the people. The longer it takes the louder the chant grows~
Smith: It’s time for the champ!
Hood: What’s taking so long? Did he already get fired?
Smith: Certainly not…otherwise we wouldn’t have a match
Hood: Sure we would, just not a very long one
~ The heavy riffs of "Who Taught You How to Hate" begin to ring through the arena as the crowd leaps out of their seats. They cheer heavily as The Incredible One emerges from the back with the OCW Championship buckled around his waist, followed by his fiancé Leslie and his daughter Jenna. TIO smiles as he looks out at the sea of fans while his girls clap behind him. TIO starts down the ramp, clapping hands of the fans and waits at the bottom for his family. When they finally join him, he hugs Jenna, kisses Leslie on the lips, before they leave him. They go to the side of the ring as TIO unbuckles the championship, rolls into the ring and immediately goes to a turnbuckle, climbing it and raising his arms, with the OCW Championship in his hands, flexing to the intensity of the music and the atmosphere. He jumps off the turnbuckle as the lights go out except for a single spotlight shining into the middle of the ring. He enters into the light, head down, with the title glistening on his shoulder~
Belvedere: Please welcome to the ring, from Halifax, NS, Canada, weighing in this evening at 235lbs... he is the current reigning OCW Champion... THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!
~ He slowly lifts his head, breathing heavily, and staring into the camera as the thunderous crowd chants "TIO". He lifts the title from his shoulder, and turns his head, kissing the title, as the spotlight fades and the lights return to normal and his music cuts quickly, with the buzz of the crowd still electric in the air~
Smith: And there he is, ladies and gentlemen, the face of OCW…The OCW Champion…The Incredible One!!
Hood: A total sell out…buying into that American Dream bullshit. What a loser
Smith: Only you would call that man a loser
Hood: My words are prophetic, Smith. You just wait and see…he’s not going to get away with his actions earlier this evening. Dude is in for some hard times
Smith: Regardless of what might come to pass, he’s got a tough task in front of him. Tommy Crimson and Julliet Brooks are two of the most talented in ring performers in the business.
Hood: Yep and then you have Josie Barnes, his tag partner
Smith: That’s rude
Hood: What? What’s rude…that’s her name, isn’t it?
Smith: It’s the way you said it, as though she isn’t a threat
Hood: Oh she’s certainly a threat
Smith: Okay, that’s better
Hood: To her own partner!
Smith: Ugh
~TIO stares down at his belt as Belvedere reaches out, asking for it. About to hand it over, TIO pauses. He turns toward the ropes and reaches over, handing the title to Leslie. Belvedere shrugs it off, he’s a professional man who doesn’t take things personally~
Hood: He just dissed Belvedere!
Smith: I think he’s a bit leery of anyone who works for OCW at the moment, Hood.
Hood: If ya can’t trust Belvedere then who can ya trust, huh?
~TIO confers with Josie in their corner. Brooks tries to do the same with Crimson who rudely brushes her off. She seems slightly angry but backs down, stepping through the ropes so Crimson can start the match. Crimson removes his HUMAN FLESH JACKET and drops it over the top rope, to the outside. Jenna shrieks as soon as she realizes what it is. Crimson laughs~
Smith: I can’t blame TIO’s daughter, that jacket is creepy
Hood: Can someone explain to me how a guy wearing HUMAN FLESH isn’t in jail?
Smith: Why don’t you ask him?
Hood: Because I don’t want to become a piece of apparel
~TIO tries talking Josie into letting him start the match. Barnes is adamant she begin. She mentions history with Crimson. TIO finally realizes that arguing with a woman never ends well, so he steps through the ropes and lets Josie start the match. While on the apron, he keeps an eye toward the ramp~
Smith: I’m already worried for our champ in this match…his mind is obviously elsewhere
Hood: Well no shit…he poked a sleeping giant…it’s only a matter of time before the hammer comes down
Smith: He’s got the entire Welsh ordeal on his mind plus the promise of this contender emerging…how can he possibly remain focused on the task at hand?
Hood: The old TIO would be able to
~The bell finally sounds. The crowd goes wild!! Josie and Crimson circle one another, looking for vulnerability. They finally lock up! The OCW Arena explodes as if Curt Canon had just won the OCW Title via interference by Checkers, or something. Crimson gains the advantage, using his weight to bully Josie into a neutral corner. SCRUFF (LET’S HEAR IT FOR SCRUFF) rushes in, forcing a break. Crimson slowly releases and puts his arms in the air, acting as though he’s going to follow the rules. Josie, far from an idiot, is watching him closely. He leans in with a forearm! Josie ducks and slides under his legs, popping to her feet behind Crimson. She hits the ropes. Crimson turns around, trying to find her. She bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air, drilling Crimson in the face with a picturesque dropkick!!! The place goes wild!! Crimson hits the mat and rolls out, cursing while holding his face. A “VIP!” chant breaks out as Josie takes a second to revel in her momentary victory~
Smith: Yes! How about that Purple VIP? She looks better than ever!
Hood: If you’re talking about her ass, then I’d agree
Smith: Can’t you move past yesteryear and talk about these women as though they were athletes?
Hood: Why? What’s the point? So we can have another ALICE KNIGHT?
Smith: Don’t you dare get my hopes up!
~Josie grabs the top rope and shifts her weight, coiled. Crimson looks up. Josie leaps through the air, going for a plancha. She comes diving down. Crimson, frantically, grabs his HUMAN SKIN JACKET and throws it at Josie!! It hits her in the face!! She falls to the ground, quiet, at first. She then realizes what she’s holding and starts to scream! Crimson rips it away and tosses it aside. He then drills Josie in the face with a knee, knocking her to the floor, quieting her screams. The crowd boos heavily. Crimson simply smiles, drawing confidence from their jeers~
Smith: What a dastardly tactic!
Hood: Josie apparently hates the taste of human flesh
Smith: Is that supposed to be some kind of a drawback?
Hood: I mean, maybe if you’re a vampire…do vampires like human flesh, or is it just the fucking blood?
Smith: You’re asking the wrong guy
~Crimson grabs a handful of Josie’s hair and uses it to force her to a standing position. He then drives her, face first into the steel steps! Josie’s body hangs over the top of the steps, motionless. Scruff leans out of the ropes and administers a count. TIO hops off the apron and heads over toward the action. Crimson steps up on the bottom step and confronts TIO, towering over him. TIO looks up at Crimson. The crowd is chanting ‘YES!’ for the impending altercation. TIO dares Crimson to come at him. Crimson smiles, balling up both fists. Scruff yells out ‘EIGHT!’ Crimson looks around, noticing something missing. Josie has rolled back into the ring. Scruff yells ‘NINE!’ Crimson hurries back into the ring, nearly being counted out~
Smith: We nearly had a very disappointing end to the first match of 2018
Hood: Sounds like Scruff being a TIO fanboy to me. WE all know Crimson was about to fuck TIO up
Smith: I wouldn’t be so sure of that
Hood: TIO was five seconds away from becoming a pair of gloves
~Crimson is back in the ring. He is greeted by a flying knee from Josie! Crimson falters back into a neutral corner. Josie fires up and runs across the ring…she charges in and lifts a knee into Crimson’s face! He slouches. Josie runs across the ring again…she sprints forward and drives a knee into Crimson’s gut! He falls to a seated position with his head resting against the middle buckle. The crowd is going wild. Josie sprints across the ring again…she charges forward and lifts a knee into Crimson’s face! He slouches further, with his head resting against the bottom buckle. Josie sprints across the ring again…she lets out a yell…the crowd responds with “V! I! P!” She sprints forward and leaps into the air with a double knee spot. Crimson, however, catches her! He stands up, holding Josie in the air! She looks around, nervously. He drives her into the mat with a powerbomb!! The crowd boos. Crimson remains on the mat, holding his face in pain. Josie rolls around, reaching for her back~
Smith: Oh no, poor Josie
Hood: Poor Josie…how about Tommy fucking Crimson, eh? He just rose from the dead and laid that Purple bitch out!
Smith: Hey! Be nice
Hood: Fuck off
~Tommy gets to his feet first. Brooks is asking for a tag. He blows her off and goes back after Josie. Brooks shows a hint of frustration. The crowd boos. A ‘TAG BROOKS’ chant tries to get going, but dies a rather quick death. Crimson has Barnes on her feet and he shoves her, violently into a neutral corner. He palms her chin and gives her a menacing glare. He then lunges forward, head butting Josie in the nose! The thud is loud and disgusting! Josie falls to all fours, holding her face. The crowd boos. Tommy smiles and starts to laugh. Droplets of blood stain the mat from Josie’s face. Crimson playfully kicks at her head as she crawls around, disoriented, trying to regain her wits and assess the damage~
Smith: What has happened to Crimson? He used to be entertaining…now…now he’s just a psycho!
Hood: Dude he was always a psycho…he called himself FLAMER and lit himself on fire before jumping off the top rope.
Smith: Yea, you see, I miss that guy
Hood: I sure as shit don’t. I like this version…the man who has harnessed all that rage and anger…the man who has honed his skills. This man…this man is a threat…this man is dangerous
~TIO hops off the apron and rushes around to the side nearest Josie. He leans in to check on her. She rolls over. Her nose is red with blood coming from a slice at the bridge and the nostrils. He speaks to Scruff, who shrugs. TIO throws his arms at Scruff as if to say he’s useless. TIO speaks words of encouragement to Josie. Crimson throws a kick through the ropes at TIO. TIO backs up, against the barricade. An excited fan touches him. He turns around, fists up. The fan falls back. TIO lowers his guard. Leslie and Jenna rush over, patting him on the back, reassuring him as he heads back to his team’s corner~
Smith: He’s paranoid!
Hood: As he should be…he’s a marked man, Smith. His judgment has been passed and the sentencing is forthcoming
Smith: Let’s hope not
~TIO returns to the apron. Josie is all the way across the ring. Jenna and Leslie remain in his corner acting as encouragement. TIO claps his hand, urging Josie to mount a comeback. Julliet, meanwhile, yells at Crimson to tag her in. Crimson just ignores his partner, going back after Josie. He drops to both knees and grabs Josie’s nose! She kicks her legs and screams, loudly. TIO shakes his head, acting like he’s about to step into the ring. Jenna winces, turning away. Leslie taps TIO on the leg. He turns around, noticing what the violent scene is doing to his daughter. He motions for them to head to the back. Leslie escorts Jenna to the back, leaving the belt on the top ring step in TIO’s corner~
Smith: I think that was the right call…she doesn’t need to see this
Hood: Fucking punk brat…all big and bad but then runs away when she sees a little blood
Smith: Weren’t you a teenager once?
Hood: Yea and I was kicking ass, slaying chicks twice my age and doing almost as many drugs as Iggy Hardy
Smith: Yea, right
~Scruff administers a five count. Crimson releases a split second before five. Josie rolls onto the apron, holding her nose. Crimson reaches through the ropes, grasping at her face. She reaches up, grabs Crimson by the hair and rolls off the apron…she rakes Crimson’s neck over the middle rope!! He falls back, holding his throat in pain!! Josie hits the floor hard, rolling around. The lower half of her face is bloodied~
Smith: Great way to fight back, Josie!
Hood: She looks like a fucking zombie…after, ya know, it’s fed or whatever
Smith: I’m sure she’s not a zombie, Hood
Hood: You can never be too sure of anything these days, Smith
~The crowd is clapping, urging her on. The fans at ringside near Josie yell words of encouragement. She fights to one knee, rubbing blood from her nose. She looks at her blood soaked palm and shakes her head in anger. Crimson, meanwhile, is on his feet, coughing. Brooks reaches out, begging for a tag. She tries swatting him, but he’s out of reach. She yells, he tells her to shut up. She starts to step through the ropes but stops when she sees Josie slide into the ring and return to her feet, firing up. Crimson turns around, realizing something is going on behind him. He faces Josie…she runs at him and leaps into the air with both knees, similar to before. He catches her once again, similar to before. But, this time she drops him with a Codebreaker!!! The crowd goes wild!! Josie remains on her back, breathing heavily. Crimson is out, not moving. Julliet rolls her eyes and reaches forward yelling for Crimson to tag her. TIO, meanwhile, yells out encouragement, urging Josie to their corner with his arm extended~
Smith: Here we go! The Purple VIP is back in it!
Hood: Ever notice how ugly she is? What happened to the days when we hired attractive women?
Smith: She isn’t ugly! She’s just got blood all over her face
Hood: You sure it isn’t some hideous birthmark?
Smith: Stop it!
~Josie rolls over onto all fours. The palms of her hands leave bloody handprints as she begins to crawl toward TIO. Crimson sits up, shaking his head, dazed. The crowd is fevered, dying for a tag. Crimson gets to his feet, his back facing Josie and TIO. Josie lunges forward and tags TIO! The place erupts! Crimson doesn’t realize TIO is in the match. Instead he sees Brooks. He stumbles forward and finally tags her in. He drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Brooks has a look on her face that says ‘figures’ but she enters into the ring, ready to compete. TIO stares her down. The two square off, circling one another with the crowd cheering the face off~
Smith: It’s Brooks and TIO…they are about to clash…there is a ton of history between these two!
Hood: What are you talking about…are you getting Brooks mixed up with that orange haired girl?
Smith: Their history predates Julliet’s entry into OCW…in another federation
Hood: Another federation? Sounds like FAKE NEWS to me!
~TIO, showing a friendlier side and perhaps feeling a wave of nostalgia, extends a hand to Julliet. She looks at it. Brooks reaches out and takes TIO’s hand. The crowd applauds. Julliet then leans forward and bites down on TIO’s hand! The crowd starts to boo. TIO stomps his feet and tries to pull his hand away but she’s biting down pretty hard. He staggers into the ropes and slides his upper torso between the middle and top ropes. Scruff calls for a break. Julliet finally does so~
Smith: Got to love the feistiness of Julliet Brooks!
Hood: Feistiness? She fucking bit him!
Smith: Well, ya know, she’s showing spunk!
Hood: If I were Crimson I’d keep that human flesh jacket hidden from Brooks
~TIO pauses, eying Julliet. He slowly slides his upper torso back into the ring. Julliet instantly goes after him, clubbing him on the back with forearms while simultaneously kneeing him in the chest. TIO staggers against the ropes as the fans start to slightly boo. Brooks straightens TIO up and whips him across the ring, he bounces off the ropes and is met with a Spinning Heel Kick!! He staggers into the ropes, falling through them and to the outside! Brooks fires up, attempting to get the crowd behind her…they, however, seem to be more on the side of the champion~
Smith: Julliet has been ultra-aggressive and, under normal circumstances would have the crowd absolutely behind her…however, she’s facing the fan favorite OCW Champion
Hood: Man, try saying that out loud to MJ Bell or Mia Stone or BRIANNA CASABLANCAS
Smith: I think they’d call me a liar
Hood: Hey, they wouldn’t be wrong
Smith: How dare you insinuate that I bear false witness!
~TIO, outside and on his feet, shakes his head, attempting to catch up to the frenzied offense of Brooks. Julliet grabs onto the top rope and looks down at TIO. He looks up and she somersaults over the top rope, wraps both legs around TIO’s head and sends him into the barricade with a huricanrana!! The crowd livens up after this move. Brooks pops to her feet and stomps a New Mexican Mud Hole into TIO while his body is wedged against the barricade~
Smith: Talk about unstable…Julliet is unleashing a fury on TIO
Hood: So many puns
Smith: Hey, they just happen
Hood: You have to wonder if that Unstable name wasn’t named after Julliet…I mean every time I see the broad wrestle, it’s always something totally violent and somewhat bipolar
Smith: I think she’s just a very passionate competitor
~We spot Josie holding her nose on the apron with her head tilted back, attempting to stymie the blood flow. Crimson is back on the apron for his team, attempting to catch a glimpse of what’s going on. Julliet pulls TIO to his feet and she rolls him into the ring. She hops onto the apron and fluidly ascends the corner. She looks down at TIO and leaps off with a missile drop kick! She connects! TIO staggers into the opposing team’s corner as Julliet returns to her feet. Scruff spots Josie’s nose and rushes over with a few tissues to help out…while doing so, Crimson starts to choke TIO with the tag rope. The crowd boos heavily~
Smith: HEY! That’s cheating!
Hood: Nice to see you are able to remember the most basic of rules
Smith: I’m just saying…this match is being ruined by that ruthless Crimson
Hood: And our forever inept, unfocused ref…Scruff McDouggle
~Brooks heads over and shoves Crimson, removing the tag rope from TIO’s neck. Crimson nearly falls off the apron. Slowly, he recovers his balance and glares at Julliet. The crowd goes, “ooooohhhhh”. Brooks shakes her head and goes back after TIO. She puts both feet into his gut and falls back, sending TIO into the middle of the ring with a Monkey Flip! She rolls over, in a mount position and throws forearms and elbows at TIO’s head. He works feverishly to cover up. Scruff administers another count~
Smith: What athleticism shown by The Pride of New Mexico…Brooks is certainly proving to be an in-ring artist
Hood: Sure…but, man, poor Scruff…he sure is counting a lot tonight
Smith: There isn’t a count in OCW that travels beyond ten, he should be fine
Hood: Maybe…he does lose his train of thought pretty easily, as we just documented
Smith: You documented that, not me
Hood: Oh, so you are saying he has laser like focus?
Smith: There has got to be some middle ground!
Hood: Never
~Brooks continues throwing blows as Scruff nears five. TIO finally kicks his right leg up, propelling Brooks forward. She tumbles safely, rolling onto one knee, facing TIO. He rolls over onto all fours. Brooks springs forward at TIO…he takes her leg out from under her, causing Julliet to fall flat on her back, landing roughly. TIO quickly applies a side head lock near the middle of the ring, keeping Brooks under control while he catches his breath and regains focus~
Smith: Smart move by the champ…get Brooks under control so he can regain his faculties and take control
Hood: No shit, man…that’s one wild woman. It’s a good thing we’re in a wrestling ring, otherwise TIO might get busted for domestic battery
Smith: But they aren’t even a couple
Hood: Psshaw…like that ever stopped a man from smacking an unreasonable woman around
~Brooks starts to stir. She manages to fight her way to her feet with TIO retaining hold of her head. Brooks attempts to lift TIO up for a side suplex. TIO, though, wrenches the lock, paralyzing Brooks momentum. He then shifts and comes down to the mat dropping Brooks face first with a Bulldog! The crowd goes wild as Brooks is left lying, face down on the mat~
Smith: TIO showing that veteran ring presence which earned him so many wins over the course of 2017. He finally gained control and was not going to let it go.
Hood: The old TIO would have given her that bulldog onto pieces of jagged glass
Smith: That’s horrifying!
Hood: Not really, Brooks would have probably enjoyed it
~TIO grabs Brooks by the hair and shows a glimpse of anger. He seems ready to pound her face repeatedly into the mat but hesitates. He finds composure. He stands, pulling Brooks up along with him. He whips her into his team’s corner. Barnes has tissue up her nose, keeping the blood from pouring out. TIO charges in and drills Brooks with a huge splash!! Barnes asks for a tag…TIO gives her a look like “are you sure?” Barnes insists, so TIO tags her in and returns to the apron~
Smith: TIO is definitely a changed man…the old TIO would have shown no mercy
Hood: And that is why TIO’s championship reign won’t last very long
Smith: I disagree…it takes far more strength to show mercy than it does to be ruthless
Hood: Spoken like a true pussy
~Barnes enters the ring like a true fighter. She storms through the ropes and nails Brooks with forearm after forearm after forearm. Brooks is reeling, she’s hanging loosely by her arms, draped over the top rope. Barnes whips her out of the corner, across the ring where she slams into the opposing buckles. Barnes charges in, leaps through the air and delivers a picture perfect dropkick into the head of Brooks, smashing her into the top buckle. Brooks falls to her knees as the fans chant “BARNES!’ in favor of the Purple VIP~
Smith: And look at her go! Bloody nose…perhaps even broken…nothing is going to stop Josie Barnes from competing
Hood: Fucking TIO…who is this guy, seriously? He’s going to tag in a crippled woman to do his fighting…unwatchable!
Smith: He’s giving her a chance, Hood. A chance to prove herself…this isn’t all about TIO, you know
Hood: Oh sure, whatever you say…please, let’s take the focus off our champion and onto the adopted sister of the weakest member from Aptitude
Smith: Rude way of putting it
~With Brooks on her knees, Josie wraps her legs around Julliet’s head and drives her, face down into the mat with a huricanrana. Josie pops back to her feet, she sprints toward the ropes. Julliet gets to all fours, Josie bounces off the ropes and flies through the air with a knee to the side of Julliet’s head! Brooks flips onto her back as Josie goes for the pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Kick out! It’s going to take more than that to pin The Pride of New Mexico!
Hood: It’s nice to see Josie finally showing us all what she truly is
Smith: A fighter?
Hood: No, a mouth breather!
Smith: Ugh
~Barnes returns to her feet. She heads for the corner. The crowd is cheering her on. Brooks returns to her feet, staggering around. Barnes notices and leaves the corner. She heads toward Brooks and throws a Superkick! Brooks side steps the kick and snares Barnes with a Full Nelson! She lifts Barnes up and drills her into the mat with a Full Nelson Slam!!! The crowd groans at first…but then starts to give throw some cheers toward Brooks. Julliet falls to her knees, gasping for air. Crimson has his arm extended, ready for a tag. TIO stomps his foot on the mat, urging the crowd to get behind Josie~
Smith: Aww man…Barnes was so close. I think she was looking to hit Fighter’s End…unfortunately Brooks wasn’t ready to stay down
Hood: Ya see? You see what happens when you tag a mouth breathing woman in to do a man’s job?
Smith: Easy, Hood. This isn’t 2001 anymore
Hood: Ugh, don’t remind me
~Brooks leans over, and crawls toward Crimson. Barnes sits up, gasping for air. The nasal blockage has really impaired her stamina. Brooks makes the tag to Crimson! TIO yells for Barnes to tag him in. She’s unable to respond in time as Crimson delivers a stiff superkick to the side of her head! Barnes falls over, onto her side, motionless. Crimson stands over her as the crowd boos loudly. He holds his arms in the air, soaking up the boos. He looks over and stares TIO down who looks ready to break the rules by jumping into the ring and pummeling Tommy~
Smith: Well, this is not looking good
Hood: Thank you! That’s what I’ve been saying since TIO tagged noseless into the ring
Smith: She’s given it a great effort…but the experience and instinct of Brooks might have been too much. We have to remember that Josie made her debut a little over a year ago. Brooks has been doing this for years and years
Hood: Geez…what do you have, the dictionary of excuses over there? Is this how it’s going to be without Alice? Are you now Josie’s number one fangirl?
~Crimson places his foot on the side of Josie’s face. He steps up, applying all his weight onto her head! The crowd continues to boo. Josie kicks her legs wildly, attempting to break free. TIO yells at Scruff to do something. Scruff administers a count. Right at five, Crimson steps off. A red imprint of his foot is clearly visibly on Josie’s cheek. He snares her by the hair and jerks her, roughly to her feet. He shoves her, violently into the corner. He begins to paintbrush her with left and right backhanded slaps. The crowd is turning very heated. TIO pleads with Scruff to do something. But, he can’t. We get a shot of Brooks who’s recovered, standing and watching…she also appears bothered by what’s going on~
Smith: That dastardly Crimson is taking advantage of an injured competitor…this is disgusting
Hood: Hey, she wanted to get tagged in. She wanted to be put in this situation…so fuck her
Smith: Glad to know you haven’t changed a bit
Hood: Yea, unlike that JUDAS TIO
~Crimson palms Josie’s head and pushes back, manipulating her neck in a very uncomfortable manner. He leans in and yells at her. Scruff gets close, checking to see if a choke is going on. While he’s checking, Josie kicks her right leg up, drills Crimson in the crotch!! The crowd goes wild!! Crimson doubles over and turns around. Josie shoves Scruff out of the way and she leap frogs Crimson’s back and drops him with a Fameasser!! His face slams into the mat! He pops back to his feet on instinct. Josie returns to hers…she quickly rolls Crimson up in a Small Package!! Scruff slides in for the count! The crowd is on their feet counting along! TIO leans in, excitedly~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!!
Smith: No! Dang it! No!
Hood: Whew…that might have crippled the promotion right there…Josie pinning Tommy Crimson on opening night
Smith: Stop being so dramatic
Hood: I’m just calling it the way I see it
~Josie immediately goes to tag TIO after the kick out. She realizes that, while she almost pinned Crimson, she’s still in terrible shape. She nears the corner. TIO reaches out as far as he can. She extends, about to tag when, suddenly, she’s yanked back into the middle of the ring by Crimson! The fans boo!!! Crimson gets to his feet with Josie’s foot in his hand. He flips her over…she tries kicking him away. Instead, he steps through and slams his foot right into her gut!! She bends into the fetal position, coughing~
Smith: Ugh…I’m not sure I can watch the rest of this match
Hood: Hey, you get what you ask for…don’t try and pin Crimson unless you want to feel the fury.
Smith: She’s trying to win…like all fighter should
Hood: Yea, well she can try to beat people like Puffer or Depth…Crimson is on another level
~Crimson places his foot into the throat of Josie, choking her. Scruff administers a five count. Josie kicks her legs, trying to break free. Crimson releases his foot after five seconds. He then drops to his knees and wraps both hands around Josie’s throat, choking the life out of her. Her face starts to turn puce. She’s choking out. Scruff counts to five. Crimson releases. He then grabs hold once again and starts to choke and slams the back of Josie’s head into the mat, repeatedly. Fans are irate, yelling at Scruff to do something. He counts to five. Crimson stops. He stands over Josie whose face is flushed…blood is seeping out of the napkins, down her cheeks. She isn’t moving. Crimson looks out into the crowd, glowing with pride. They start to throw trash at him~
Smith: Poor Josie…I think she’s been choked out
Hood: Not surprised that she’s into that kinda thing
Smith: It wasn’t consensual, Hood!
Hood: How do you know? We’ve all heard stories of those things going too far sometimes
~Crimson pulls Josie up. She’d collapse if it weren’t for him holding her up. He looks over and spots Julliet who appears disgusted. He hooks Josie in a Full Nelson and rag dolls her a few times, keeping her in pain and under control. He then drags her toward his corner…the toes of her feet scrape against the mat. He urges Julliet to punch her. Brooks refuses. He gets angry. He commands Brooks to hit Barnes. Again, she declines~
Smith: Why is he attempting to force Julliet into harming a defenseless competitor?
Hood: A defenseless competitor? All I see is a defenseless WOMAN
Smith: Would you come out of the dark ages?
Hood: I would…unfortunately I left my shades in the car
~Crimson ragdolls Josie a few more times. He lifts a few short knees into her kidney area. Barnes is limp. He continues to goad Brooks into hitting her. Julliet finally breaks. She reaches back…the crowd yells out “No! Don’t do it!” She lunges forward and SLUGS Crimson right into the jaw!! He releases Josie and staggers to a knee. Josie’s body drops, roughly to the mat. Scruff signals that a tag has been made! The crowd chants for Brooks. She enters into the ring with her focus on a stunned Crimson~
Smith: Way to go, girl!
Hood: Excuse me?
Smith: I can cheer for whomever I desire!
Hood: Shouldn’t it be…way to go, competitor?
Smith: Leave me alone
~Brooks tosses Crimson out like the proverbial BAG OF GARBAGE! He lands roughly on the outside. Fans ringside yell and throw stuff at him. Brooks turns around to find Josie. She can’t find Barnes. Barnes has vanished! And by vanished, we mean she’s crawled away. A slap is heard. Brooks turns around the find TIO stepping back into the ring! Josie rolls out, under the rope for rest. TIO hurries through the ropes and sprints toward Brooks, dropping her with a lariat! She turns inside out before hitting the mat with force~
Smith: Josie made the tag!
Hood: Fucking hell…Brooks was so busy trying to do the right thing that now they are in trouble
Smith: She did do the right thing…she should be proud of that
Hood: Well let’s hope she enjoys the gift she’s going to receive…a big fucking loss
~TIO yanks Brooks up and whips her into the ropes. She bounces off and he catches her, spinning around for a spinebuster…but Brooks turns it into a DDT!! TIO rolls around, holding the top of his head. Brooks nips up to her feet and hurries to the corner. She jumps to the top buckle. TIO gets to his feet. Brooks leaps off…TIO catches her…Brooks legs are around TIO’s head! She tries to turn it into a huricanrana, but TIO holds on. Brooks is upside down. She sits up and drives some elbows into TIO’s head, weakening his knees. He staggers around. Brooks stops and throws her body backward for a huricanrana…but, as she does it, TIO leaps into the air and drives her directly into the mat with This Damn Incredible!!! Brooks’ body contorts in a very uncomfortable fashion. TIO folds her legs up to her chin, keeping her shoulders to the mat. Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners…JOSIE BARNES AND THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!!!
Smith: He did it! The champ opens 2018 with an enormous victory!
Hood: Fucking fuck…son of a bitch! 2018 is supposed to be the year of Tommy Crimson!
Smith: He was very impressive in this match, despite being deplorable, personally. All four competitors were, actually
Hood: I’m having flashbacks to 2017…with Alice fucking Knight setting the tone…if this is how this year’s going to be…let’s just turn out the lights and invite the dirty ass refugees back inside
Smith: On the contrary…2017 was a dark year for OCW. An illuminated 2018 would be welcomed.
Hood: Shit is so rigged…partnering Crimson with Brooks was basically giving the guy one arm to work with at an all you can eat bacon buffet.
Smith: Why is that so bad…it’d save him the cholesterol and potential heart disease
Hood: I’ve always pegged you for a pussy ass vegan…tell me I’m wrong
~Smith has no comment. TIO thanks Scruff for hoisting his arm and basks in the cheers of the fans. He slides out of the ring to check on Barnes. His OCW Title remains on the top step. Josie is fighting to her feet. TIO tries to help her up but she refuses, wanting to stand on her own. TIO stands back, admiring her fight. Meanwhile, Crimson slides into the ring, furious over his loss~
Smith: Oh no…what does this disgusting human, if you can call him that…have planned
Hood: He’s going to show us all what it takes to be a force…spoiler alert, it isn’t slugging your own partner
~TIO and Josie aren’t paying attention. Brooks sits up, dazed. Crimson suddenly knees her in the face!! She snaps back with her head bouncing off the mat. Crimson drops to his knees and throws numerous bare elbows into her head, splitting it open. The fans grimace. More trash is thrown into the ring. Crimson finally stops as blood seeps through a gash in Brooks' forehead~
Smith: Get that creature out of there! He’s going to give her brain damage!
Hood: CTE?
Smith: I don’t know, maybe
Hood: I hope not…we don’t need any of that CTE talk here in OCW.
~Crimson flips Brooks over and instantly locks in a Crossface!! Brooks yells, trying to break free. The blood streams down her face, over Crimson’s hands, dripping into a forming puddle on the mat. Her fighting slows…it stops. Crimson continues to pull back. “FUCK YOU CRIMSON” chants beat down on the ring~
Smith: Let her go! Please!
Hood: So much for Pride…I bet New Mexico is currently searching their database for homegrown celebrities in an effort to find a new ‘pride’
Smith: Oh come on…jokes, now?
Hood: Shouldn’t take long, really. When Julliet Brooks is your pride, the list can’t be over, what…five, ten?
Smith: You’re an animal
Hood: Okay, fine, twelve
~Barnes looks up and notices what’s going on. She dives into the ring. TIO turns around and follows suit. They go after Crimson. Crimson sees them coming and he instantly breaks the hold. The crowd goes crazy! Crimson slides out of the ring and grabs his HUMAN FLESH jacket. He saunters around a couple of corners before reaching the ramp. He slowly backs up, staring at the ring. TIO stares right back. Josie kneels down with Scruff to check on Brooks. Crimson laughs, turns around and heads through the curtain. TIO now turns and kneels, checking on Brooks. They roll her over…her face is covered in blood. She appears to be unconscious. TIO talks to her, trying to get a response, nothing comes~
Smith: She might really be hurt, Hood. That was a devilish attack
Hood: I knew this ten roster cap was a bad idea. One person goes down and it jeopardizes the entire operation!
~TIO gets to his feet and he looks toward the stage. He throws up the dreaded ‘X’ for help~
Smith: What?! Medical doesn’t have a theme song!
Hood: Yes!
~“Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West hits and TIO stops in his tracks. His hands uncross and fall at his side. He looks up the ramp, shaking his head~
Hood: Matt Meyhu is in the building!
Smith: You’ve got to imagine he’s got something to say about the OCW title picture!
~TIO invites Meyhu to come down the ramp, but he hasn’t emerged from the back yet. The fans go wild as they anticipate a showdown between the two former Aptitude members. Suddenly, the cheers shift to gasps as Meyhu hops the rail behind the champion and slides into the ring. Sensing something is off, TIO turns around but is met with a kick to the face the moment he does. The OCW champions falls to the mat as Meyhu stands over his former friend~
Smith: A cheap shot by the Marvel!
~Meyhu looks over at the championship, still sitting atop the steps, but before he can grab it, Barnes confronts him. She points at him and tells him to leave. Meyhu quickly grabs onto her arm, pulling her in, and plants her face first with a Flatliner~
Hood: Ego Trip! Oh, how I’ve missed that.
Smith: That was unnecessary. Get him out of here!
~Meyhu gets to his feet and reaches through the ropes, snaring the belt off the steps. TIO shakes the cobwebs out and tries to get to his feet. Meyhu doesn’t give him a chance to react though, as he smacks the champion in the face with the title. At this point, Meyhu gets bombarded with boos as he stands alone in the middle of the ring, championship in hand. He drapes it over his shoulder and smiles toward the crowd~
Hood: And I’ve missed that too!
~The Marvel drops the belt at his feet. He grabs Josie and tosses her out of the ring. He then carefully grabs Brooks, avoiding getting blood on his hands, and tosses her through the ropes, to the outside. He then lifts TIO up to his feet~
Smith: What now?
~Meyhu smirks at TIO before driving him into the mat with an Ego Trip~
Hood: Woooo!
~The crowd continues to boo as Meyhu returns to his feet, smirk still on his face. He raises his arms as “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” hits once more. He stands over TIO, who rests face first on the gold~
Smith: Matt Meyhu has returned and he has his sights set on the OCW World Champion.
Hood: I can’t wait to see this play out!
~The crowd turns toward the entrance ramp as OCW security wheels GM Marcus Welsh down to the ring. He has a neck brace on and looks in extreme discomfort. He reaches ringside and yells at the security. They enter the ring and approach Meyhu. Meyhu looks them over. Welsh yells off mic~
Marcus Welsh: Good job, Meyhu! Good job, future champ. Now, bring me that title. Security, bring it to me!
~Meyhu steps aside as the security snares the belt and exits the ring, placing it in Welsh’s lap. They wheel Welsh up the ramp, along with the OCW Title. Meyhu remains in the ring, confident. He stands back over TIO and plants his boot atop the champion’s face for one final pose~
Smith: Welsh took the champ’s title!
Hood: I think we all know where this is going. Matt Meyhu will be OCW Champion by next Monday, book it!
Smith: This is disgusting.
Hood: I think it’s amazing. Meyhu is the face of OCW…he has been since this time last year. Why waste time pretending TIO is our champ. Let’s just put into action what we already know is going to happen
Smith: I think TIO is going to have something to say about that
Hood: If he’s even still employed. I mean, look at the guy…knocked out, beltless. Not looking good for Mr. Family Man
Smith: Ugh…well, hopefully we will learn more about this situation next week. We’re out of time here!
~We fade to black with one final shot of Meyhu standing over TIO~
