OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, August 6th 2018
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~We open to shots of the Pacific Ocean. More specifically we are shown images of the USS Theodore Roosevelt – the location of Lost at Sea. Images from the action are shown. We see Brooks brutal assault on Rhodes. Next we are shown Alice Knight and Bradley Carrington battling it out in the Anchor Match with Alice emerging victorious by claiming the Oceanic Championship. Next up are clips from Mike Zybala and Bob Grenier wrestling for the right to be named OCW Commissioner. Hanging atop the ring is The Uber Man – the special ref. Zybala being repeatedly hurled into the water is shown. Uber Man receiving a DVD from a blinded Grenier is shown. Zybala stomping Grenier’s bloodied face into the mat is shown as he wins the match and retains his Commissioner position. We are then treated to highlights from the OCW Craze Championship. The four different ladders are shown, followed by the Craze Title hanging above the ring. Muffles, Josie and Ed are shown. We see clips of the risky moves and terrible falls. Josie ripping the eyes of Muffles out is shown. Ed reclaiming is title is shown as he scales the Purple VIP ladder to do so. Welsh donating blood is shown. We then see Rhodes answering the call, all beaten and bloodied. Highlights from one of the bloodiest brawl are aired. It ends with Brooks behind knocked off the aircraft carrier, into the Pacific. Rhodes is announced as the winner despite all her terrible injuries. And, finally, we are shown highlights from the Main Event. Mack, Meyhu and Curt in the triple threat. All three men are given a generous amount of highlights. Mack’s leg being re-injured is shown. Curt kicking out of everything is shown. And, finally, Mack being unable to get into the ring in time to stop Meyhu from pinning Curt after a super Ego Trip is shown. The final clip we see is of Zybala handing the OCW Title over to Matt Meyhu. We fade out. That oh so sweet Massacre logo is shown! The crowd goes wild! “OCW!” chants fill the arena. The fans are stoked that OCW is back in Key West. They are ready for a new chapter. They are ready for the road to Mayhem on the Midway~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! What a night it was one week ago off the coast of San Diego for Lost at Sea!
Hood: It already seems like a faded dream, to me Smith. Because now…now we’re heading to fucking Ohio.
Smith: Indeed we are! Mayhem on the Midway is just five weeks away and will emanate from the recently purchased OCW Theme Park in Aurora, Ohio! A creative idea from the mind of our OCW Commissioner, Mike Zybala
Hood: Ugh
Smith: Last week was a historic evening for this legendary promotion. Ed Houston retained his Craze Title, Matt Meyhu continued his dominance by retaining his OCW Championship…Melinda Rhodes staked her claim to the upper echelon of the OCW roster and Alice Knight added to her already amazing OCW resume by claiming the Oceanic Championship. What a night!
Hood: Everything you just said sucked…aside from the Meyhu part and maybe the Rhodes portion. But Zybala, Alice and Ed…we can do better, MUCH better
Smith: Well that’s what tonight is all about, in a way. Not so much doing BETTER than the aforementioned trio of names you threw out…but about looking to the future. The future of OCW will compete tonight and, let me tell you, the future is bright.
Hood: I should have brought my shades
Smith: Haha, indeed…before we get started, though, I’m being told we’ve got something going on backstage
~A black car with tinted windows comes to a screeching halt in the only lime green parking spot in the lot. It shuts off and out steps the OCW Champion, ‘The Marvel’ Matt Meyhu. Wearing a suit, Matt has sunglasses on his face and the OCW title in hand. He drapes it over his left shoulder and begins to make his way toward the building with a big smile on his face. As he walks, Who’Re walks up alongside him.~
Who’Re: Hey Matt! Got a minute?
Matt Meyhu: Your champion has arrived! What do you have for me?
Who’Re: Great. Can I get your thoughts on what happened with you at Lost at Sea?
Matt Meyhu: What happened was exactly what I told everybody was going to happen! ‘The Marvel’ retained his title. Check two more contenders off the list. What I’m doing here is really pretty amazing, don’t you think? I mean, obviously you think that.
~Matt winks at Who’Re and adjusts the belt on his shoulder with a smile on his face.~
Who’Re: Uh, sure. But I meant more what happened to the end…
~Matt pauses for a moment and stares off. He slowly nods his head as he turns his attention back to Who’Re, smiling once again.~
Matt Meyhu: Ah yes, the end. That certainly was noteworthy, wasn’t it?
Who’Re: Yeah, it really was. What was going through your mind as that all went down?
Matt Meyhu: To quote a great American, Maverick… “You don’t have time to think up there. If you think, you’re dead.”
Who’Re: Okay-
Matt Meyhu: You need to let your instincts take over in a situation like that. Instincts allowed me to pick Curt right out of the air and drop him for the win. I’ve already watched it back several times, so I understand your obsession with it. It really was-
Who’Re: I guess I should have been more clear… I was referring to the end of the show. What happened after your match.
~Matt stops what he’s doing and scowls down at Who’Re. She never breaks eye contact with the champ.~
Matt Meyhu: I see. One of the greatest matches any of us have ever seen! And you want to discuss Zybala’s cheapshot on me? I guess I shouldn’t have expected much from you.
Who’Re: I wouldn’t call it a cheapshot.
Matt Meyhu: Then what would you call it?
Who’Re: I’m not sure, but he didn’t even touch you…
Matt Meyhu: It was a cheapshot. How else do you explain me being sent crashing through the ropes? You think I fell?
Who’Re: Yes.
~Meyhu rips the sunglasses off his face and looks around, clearly frustrated. He shakes his head at Who’Re before looking straight ahead.~
Matt Meyhu: If you’ve got no further questions, I’ve got to get in there. They’re expecting the champ in there!
Who’Re: Just one last question. It sure seems like Zybala is ready for a shot at the title now. When might we see that happen?
Matt Meyhu: Nice speaking to you!
~Matt continues to walk straight ahead, but now at a faster pace, leaving Who’Re behind. He walks through a door and closes it behind him. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: He’s still the champ…but for how long?
Hood: Who is SHE…some WHORE to question the CHAMP?
Smith: Please, she’s just doing her job. The fact remains that Meyhu flinched and fell out of the ring. Zybala’s mind games got the better of Meyhu in that moment.
Hood: He was delirious! He’d been hit in the head…was dangerously low on fluid…probably near exhaustion…dehydrated beyond imagination and Zybala just goes in there and takes advantage. What a dick.
Smith: That’s certainly one way to look at it.
Hood: It’s the only way
Smith: The champion’s reign continues. But, the target on his back continues to grow. He’s got Zybala to worry about as well as an unnamed opponent for Mayhem on the Midway.
Hood: So Zybala isn’t facing him for the title at Mayhem on the Midway.
Smith: According to my sources, he is not. However, knowing Zybala…all of that could change by the end of this evening
Hood: You’re not lying there
Smith: Anyway…fans, it’s time to get to the in ring action as we put Lost at Sea behind us and march toward Mayhem on the Midway! Let’s head down to ringside for the return of Talia Areano!
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Singles Match
Talia Areano (2-3) vs. John E Depth (0-2)
~The crowd is doing the wave. Why do people still do the wave? That is a question I will never have an answer to. And, even if I did have the answer I’d likely fail to accept it. Regardless…the wave is in full force…until Belvedere clears those majestic vocal chords. The crowd stops waving and begins cheering~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our next match this evening! This match is a singles match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~”Bad Touch” by Bloodhound Gang hits. The crowd gives a sleazy response (if that’s a thing) when they see Mr. Depth appear from backstage. He’s all oiled up and ready for action! He’s wearing a shirt that says “All Aboard the Slam Buss!” Depth getting some free advertising in. He rushes down the ramp and rolls into the ring. He pops to his feet and mimes like he’s ‘filming’ something with his hands~
Belvedere: From Hollywood, California…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 230lbs…John E Depth!
Smith: Depth seems to be in good spirits.
Hood: He makes money filming good looking people having sex. Why wouldn’t he be in a good mood?
Smith: Well, for starters, last time we saw him he was getting his face bashed in by Heidi
Hood: Meh…occupational hazard
Smith: And his black leather couch was destroyed
Hood: Okay, now that, I’m sure, cut deep
~Depth leans in the corner with an arrogant smirk. "Taking Over Me" by Evanescence hits! The crowd pops when they see Talia Areano make her return to the ring! She hustles down the ramp and slides into the ring, popping to her feet. She glares at Depth~
Belvedere: And his opponent…from Buenos Aires, Argentina…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 125lbs…Talia Areano!!!
Smith: This is her in-ring return! Talia is looking for a strong 2018 here in OCW
Hood: She’s hot, I’ll give her that
Smith: Hey!
Hood: Excuse me…muy caliente!
Smith: So disrespectful
~Scruff checks Talia first and gives the all clear. He goes to Depth, who is holding a piece of paper. Scruff looks at him but Depth assures him that it's not a weapon. Scruff shrugs and checks the porn sleazeball and calls for the bell, then pulls some hand sanitizer out of his pocket and cleanses his hands. Don't know where Depth has been after all.~
Smith: Scruff is being cautious after checking Depth.
Hood: Aw, he's just being a baby. All prom stars are regularly tested for everything. They have a union and everything that makes them follow strict guidelines to prevent the spread of diseases.
Smith: You do know that Depth has always been anti-union, right? He won't even join OCW's.
Hood:....... CUT YOUR HANDS OFF SCRUFF!! THEYRE CONTAMINATED!!
~Talia and Depth walk towards each other. Talia looks ready to go, but Depth his holding his hands up as if to say wait a minute. He hands her the paper he was carrying and encourages her to read it. She scans it, looking confused. But the confusion slowly turns to anger the more she reads. She looks at Depth as she crumples the paper in her hand and throws it out of the ring. Depth looks shocked.~
Depth: You stupid bitch! That was the offer of a life time! Are you a dumb twat or something?
~Talia, already angered by the paper, is now livid by Depth's poor choice of words. She clenches her fist and punches Depth right in the jaw, knocking him right on his ass. He looks up at her with a "WTF" expression. She backs up a few feet before rushing forward, drilling her foot right into Depth's face! He falls back, blood gushing from his nose and Talia grabs his feet, pulls him to the center of the ring and pins him. Scruff gets in position.~
1....
2.....
3!!
~Scruff calls for the bell and just as quickly as it started, the match is over. Scruff raises Talia's hand as her music hits. Hood notices the piece of paper that she threw from the ring and grabs it and uncrumples it.~
Belvedere: Here is your winner....TALIA AREANO!!!!!
Smith: Talia makes short work of Depth this week. I wonder what made her so mad...
Hood: That ungrateful bitch!
Smith: What? Was it a love letter? Did someone besides Uber Man catch feelings for a female coworker?
Hood: Nothing as sappy as that. It's a contract! He was offering her the starring role of his next three films!
Smith: Well, I can't say that I blame her!
Hood: I can! He was offering her $10,000 a scene!
Smith: American?!
Hood: I don't know. Hold on..:scans the contract: Oh... Never mind. She was in the right. I support her decision.
Smith: Well? What currency are we talking about?!
Hood: Canadian.... It was Canadian. That cheap bastard!
~The door to a backstage dressing room opens. Vincent "The Legend" Langston walks out wearing his new trunks and gear. He walks down the hall, taking in the sights of the OCW arena. He stops and looks at a poster hanging on the wall. It shows, among others, Muffles The Bunny, Tony The Spider, and The Uber Man.~
Vincent Langston: What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
~Langston leaves the poster and goes outside to get some fresh air. That's one thing Key West has going for it. But going outside has its drawbacks, as a group of teenage fans come running up.~
Fan 1: Sir! Sir! You're a wrestler, aren't you? One of the new ones?
Fan 2: That beard, are you Saxon Rowe? Slappy McGoo?
Vincent Langston: Wrong on both counts.
Fan 1: No, wait, you're The Legend, I saw your picture on the OCW feed. You're fighting Tony The Spider tonight!
~Langston does not look happy to be reminded who his first match is against. The kids here probably all bought merchandise from him.~
Fan 3: Why do they call you the Legend if we haven't heard of you?
Vincent Langston: ...
Fan 1: Can we have your autograph?
~The fans hold out their books to Langston who looks them over.~
Vincent Langston: Why?
Fan 1: Why, what?
Vincent Langston: Why would you want my autograph?
Fan 1: Because, you work for OCW!
Fan 2: You're a pro wrestler now!
Fan 3: You might not suck!
~Langston looks at them all, especially the last one.~
Vincent Langston: Anyone here have family serving or going to enlist themselves?
~After a quiet moment one steps up.~
Fan 2: My dad's brother is a Marine. He's in Syria.
Vincent Langston: Syria? Bad place to be, hope he keeps safe.
~Langston steps forward and signs that fan's book, and then leaves the other two alone, going back inside. The other two look pissed.~
Fan 2: Should have lied, guys.
~We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: One of the impressive OCW newcomers, Vincent Langston. I still haven't figured him out, yet
Hood: What's there to figure out? He takes life very seriously and he's surrounded by morons.
Smith: Yea but is he a good person at heart who is having a bad run of luck or is he simply a bad apple
Hood: Did you just call someone a bad apple? Are you insinuating that Langston has worms?
Smith: Ugh, never mind. It's senseless getting theoretical with you. So, let's keep things factual. Langston will make his debut tonight against Tony the Spider. He will be given an opportunity to show us all what he can do inside that ring.
Hood: Shit yea!
Smith: That match comes later...next up we have the debuting Andrea Hernandez taking on Jack Puffer!
Hood: Ah, more rookies! I like it...tell me about this Puffer
Smith: ANDREA HERNANDEZ is the rookie. Puffer has been around for over a year!
Hood: Haha, yea yea, I know...just fucking with ya
Smith: You really make this job difficult some times...most of the time...all of the time. Whatever...let's head down to ringside
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Singles Match
Andrea Hernandez (0-0) vs. Jack Puffer (0-3)
~We cut to the ring. Belvedere is standing within the squared circle. He’s looking dapper and professional as always. He clears his gorgeous throat. The crowd pops~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our next match! Introducing first…
~The camera cuts to a corner where Jack Puffer is standing. He’s rotating his neck back and forth, loosening up his shoulders…stretching out, getting ready for competition. He spots the camera focusing on him and smiles, waving. He says “If you need a detective, please call…” The camera quickly cuts away~
Belvedere: From Aurora, Illinois…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 215lbs…“Detective” Jack Puffer!!!
Smith: Jack Puffer, ladies and gentlemen
Hood: Some serious self-loathing within that man. Every week he gets his ass kicked and every week he returns for more.
Smith: Perhaps he’s an eternal optimist. Maybe one day…one day he’ll notch a victory, Hood
Hood: I hope not
Belvedere: And, his opponent….
~“Ultranumb” by Blue Stahli hits the venue’s soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong cheers from the crowd. She acknowledges the positive reaction that she's getting as she makes her way toward the ring, completely focused on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, continuing to soak in the cheers she gets as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next~
Belvedere: From Sedona, Arizona…standing 5’4 and weighing in at 125lbs…Andrea Hernandez!!!
Smith: Andrea Hernandez…another in a bevy of talented newcomers. This one is flying a bit under the radar…tonight, however, she could change all that
Hood: Well, she is hot. I’ll give her that.
Smith: Nice to see you’ve failed to evolve with the times
Hood: Hey…I’m going off first impressions, okay? The woman is hot. Now, if she’s kickass in the ring, I’ll give her credit for that.
Smith: So you haven’t watched any film…is that what you’re saying?
Hood: The only thing I watched this week was Infinity War on Amazon. I watched that shit like three or four times…it was GREAT.
Smith: You really are the worst
~Belvedere exits and the bell rings. Puffer extends his hand to Hernandez. Andrea accepts the handshake…the fans applaud. Puffer responds by saying “Class, all class!” They circle one another before engaging in a lockup. Puffer tries bullying Hernandez into a corner, but Hernandez is able to maneuver herself behind Jack and she shoves him, from first into the buckles. The impact is minimal, it was more of a ‘gotcha’ type counter. Puffer turns around, leans into the corner and eyes Andrea~
Smith: Tremendous quickness and awareness there by Andrea Hernandez…the Good Detective definitely didn’t see that coming
Hood: Well, what was he expecting?
Smith: I don’t know…he’s Jack Puffer. He doesn’t think like most men
Hood: Boy that’s the fucking truth
~Puffer emerges from the corner, impressed. He charges in for another lock up. Andrea ducks his attempt and manages to secure his waist from behind. Puffer, center of the ring, reaches around, trying to get a grip on Andrea. She slides between his legs and pops back to her feet. She sprints for the ropes, springboards off and hits a Shining Wizard!! Puffer is stunned, on his feet. Andrea gets back to a standing position and she hits the ropes behind Puffer. She springboards off and second time and drops Puffer with a Bulldog!! The crowd cheers! They start to get firmly behind Hernandez~
Smith: Wow! Talk about fire…talk about quickness and agility…Andrea Hernandez looks great!
Hood: Maybe Puffer should stop congratulating her so much.
Smith: It’s a show of sportsmanship, Hood
Hood: It’s always the losers complaining about sportsmanship. Quit being a good sportsman and win the fucking match
~Puffer staggers to his feet, dazed. Hernandez sizes him up. She rushes toward Puffer and leaps into the air. She grabs the back of his head and drops him with a Sitout Facebuster!! The crowd pops even louder! Andrea returns to her feet and looks out into the crowd, absorbing their cheers. They grow even louder, appreciating her acknowledgment~
Smith: It appears as though we have a new fan favorite here in OCW!
Hood: Just goes to show how easy it is to trick these people
Smith: Trick them?
Hood: Yea, she’s in there beating up JACK PUFFER and these fans are acting like she’s taking down Thanos
~Puffer, again, gets to his feet – showing a fair amount of resiliency. Hernandez turns and sees The Good Detective standing. She remains focused on her mission. She runs into the ropes, springboards off and grabs Jack by the head, dropping him with a Springboard Tornado DDT!! Puffer is out and most likely ready to be pinned. Andrea, however, has one more move to pull off~
Smith: Wow! I know it’s Puffer but color me impressed!
Hood: She is springy, isn’t she
Smith: She most certainly is!
~Andrea fires up the crowd. A “HERNANDEZ” chant breaks out. They are almost all behind her at this point. They are clapping their hands and stomping their feet. Puffer slowly returns to his feet. Andrea rushes for the ropes…she jumps up, springboards off and performs a somersault senton, taking Puffer back to the mat!! Andrea makes the cover! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…ANDREA HERNANDEZ!!!!!
Smith: And she calls that move Sky High!! What a move…what a match…what a decisive victory!
Hood: Yea…I know Puffer sucks but I’ll give this chick credit – she looked about as impressive as you can against someone like Puffer.
Smith: Indeed. Andrea Hernandez with a strong statement tonight and, no doubt, she’ll receive an opportunity to further impress moving forward.
Hood: Andrea versus Meyhu next week?
Smith: Uhh…not so fast, Hood. Let’s pump the brakes. Give these newcomers a chance to acclimatize themselves here in OCW.
Hood: Oh alright
Smith: Regardless…a tremendous effort by Andrea here on ‘rookie’ night as she places herself right at the top of that impressive list. Big things ahead for Miss Hernandez!
~We cut backstage to the parking garage area, where we see Amelia Emery standing there with a concerned look on her face.~
Amelia: Bloody hell, where is he?
~Just then, Josie Barnes walks up from behind Amelia.~
Josie: Where is who?
~Amelia turns, as Josie catches her by surprise.~
Amelia: Oh, Josie….ummm...uhh...no one really.
Josie: Amelia…
Amelia: What are you doing out here?
Josie: I went looking for you and I had to con it out of Trina that you came out here, but she wouldn’t say why...said I needed to talk to you about it.
~Amelia lets out a sigh~
Amelia: And here I thought my girlfriend could be trusted.
Josie: She can...what’s going on though?
Amelia: Wellllllllll….
Josie: Amelia…
Amelia: Alright..so...after Lost At Sea, when Trin and I got back to my place in Miami, there was a note…
Josie: From?
~Amelia lets out a sigh and pulls a piece of paper out from her pocket, and hands it to Josie. Josie takes it and reads it before looking up at Amelia.~
Josie: Why didn’t you tell me about this?
Amelia: Beeeecause you have enough on your plate and I’m not entirely sure what it means.
Josie: I do but shouldn’t I have been told either way? He’s been silent, and here you have had this note the whole time.
~Josie looks away as she was upset.~
Amelia: Josie...I don’t think you understand...this note was IN my house…
Josie: Yeah I get that.. But if it’s from him…
~Josie stops talking, as she keeps looking away.~
Amelia: Josie...either he got into my house while we were in San Diego, or he’s got people watching me again...he only does that when shite gets real…
Josie: I… I hope it's he got into your house. I don't want it to be the other one. Was there anything else?
Amelia: Nope, just the note. I called Cy and he hadn’t heard from him, but kinda felt that I should show up tonight and see what this is all about. So I came out here hoping to catch him arriving...but so far nothing.
Josie: Do you think he would show up right in the open? I could see him trying to enter without any of us knowing he is here.
Amelia: I know you’re probably right, but I figured it was worth a shot. C’mon, let’s go back inside.
~Josie nods her head yes.~
Josie: Yeah we should. I have time out in the ring scheduled.
~The two walk back into the building, as we cut back to ringside.~
Smith: They may not have said his name but I think we can all guess who they are talking about
Hood: Yes, The Big Bifford
Smith: Huh? What? Are you crazy? They are talking about Lukas Emery!
Hood: Calm down, he was my next guess
Smith: Lukas has been descending into madness since his shocking loss to The Uber Man. One can only wonder where his head is at these days and what he's got in store
Hood: Oh he seems fine to me...just breaking into people's houses and leaving ambiguous notes. You know, typically normal behavior
Smith: Yea, right...hopefully more light is shed on this as the night progresses.
~"Down" by Otep hits and the crowd cheers when Julliet Brooks comes out from behind the curtain. She walks slowly down the ramp and holds her one bandaged arm, then moves a strand of hair and a gash above both eyes become visible. All of which stemmed from Lost at Sea, walking up the steps and into the ring. She grabs a mic from the ring announcer and surveys the crowd with a sad expression to her face. ~
Julliet Brooks: At Lost at Sea we made history yet again and left our blood, sweat, tears into that very ring. We will remember that night for a long time coming, and while everyone can say that I've had a great performance, I feel like I could have done better, then perhaps I would have gained a victory, and not be dropped into the sea, so I apologize if I let all my fans down out there who were pulling for me to win.
~The crowd cheered her on, grabbing her arm again as she looked like she was feeling pain.~
Julliet Brooks: Thank you, but I should also apologize to Melinda Rhodes for my behavior as of late. Not only was it wrong of me to mention your child in that interview, but then I brutally attacked you before our match could begin at Lost at Sea. Not sure why, but it felt like past events of my life came over me, and I'm not proud of myself for that. So, Melinda, I know you're out there somewhere recovering and I just want to say congratulations on your win and that I'm sorry. I hope you can be the bigger woman and forgive me for all that I did to you.
~She sighed and the crowd chanted "WE FORGIVE YOU!" repeatly as she smiled.~
Julliet Brooks: I'm thankful for such an amazing fan base like you guys who support me.
~She chuckled, started to remove the bandage from her arm and threw it on the ground. ~
Julliet Brooks: Actually, who am I kidding? That's a lie. That's right I said it. You see I could have drowned in the middle of the fucking sea, but did anyone care? No. Instead you all were worried about Melinda's status. All I heard from the start and finish to that match was.."Is Melinda going to be able to compete? "Oh is Melinda okay?" You know what the sad part? I had my own mother.. my own flesh and blood text me asking me what the condition of her was and not once in the conversation did I get brought up. So, to that I say screw her, screw Melinda and most importantly screw all of you.
~She smirked as the crowd suddenly started to boo her.~
Julliet Brooks: You can boo, and turn on me all you want, but the fact of the matter is you fell into my trap of innocence and lies, and because of that all of you are fools. Now that I'm done caring and getting under Melinda's skin, I'm moving on and since I'm still very hurt, and can't compete yet, Mr. Welsh has been kind to let me have the night off and relax back in the locker room. None of you are deserving enough to see me compete anyway unless it's on my own time. Anyway, I'm done trying to get this information through your mindless heads, but before I leave just know that I've lurking on my next target, anticipating the moment we meet. My demons were always hidden behind my smile and now it's time to unleash those demon back into your lives. Hit my music, maggots.
~Her music hits and she stood there looking at the fans expression. They either seemed sad, angry, or confused due to her words. Nevertheless, she soaked it in before leaving the ring, down the steps and up the ramp, ignoring the fans and heading to the backstage area.~
Smith: So disappointing...why, Julliet...why!
Hood: About time she embraced her inner evil. I never bought that uber face bullshit. I'm supposed to believe this woman is Donna fucking Reed while she's requesting a 4500 light tube match?
Smith: 450
Hood: Whatever! Let your freak flag fly, Julliet! Welcome to the dark side!
Smith: She mentioned having her sights set on a new rival...I wonder who that could be
Hood: I hope it's the most beloved character in OCW and I hope she slices, dices and carves that mother fucker up
Smith: Well I certainly do not share THAT opinion. In fact, I'm so disgusted by her interview and your dialogue that I'm going to send us to a promo advertising our next major event - Mayhem on the Midway!
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Singles Match
Harold 'The Headliner' Jones (2-2) vs. Axel Veiga (0-0)
~The crowd is buzzing, ready for the next match. Belvedere stands in the ring, clearing his throat. The crowd goes wild chanting “MATCH!” Belvedere blesses the PA system with his golden, angelic voice~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our next match. Introducing first…
~ “Who’s Laughing Now” by Millencolin begins to play. The crowd pops. Harold emerges from behind the curtain with a goofy smile on his face. The crowd can’t help themselves, they start laughing. Jones smiles with confidence – even though he really didn’t do anything other than appear. He hustles down the ramp and slides into the ring, ready for action~
Belvedere: From The Nearest Comedy Club…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 175lbs…Harold “The Headliner” Jones!!!
~Jones asks for a mic from someone outside the ring. He’s given a mic. He taps the head of the mic creating a ‘thump’ sound. The crowd cheers, for some reason. Harold smiles and leans forward to speak~
Harold Jones: Hey everybody. So, what’s the deal with…
~“Vega Core” by Mick Gordon hits, cutting Harold off. The crowd boos. Harold shrugs and hands the mic through the ropes to the attendant on the outside~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Axel Veiga walks down the ramp. His expression reads as if he's about to witness something joyous while his body motions are quite fluid and loose. He quickly slides into the ring to be introduced by the ring announcer~
Belvedere: Hailing from Newcastle, England. Now residing in Mission Viejo, California. He weighs 220 pounds. AXXEEEEEEEL... VEEEEEEIIIGAAAAA!
~As his name is spoken, an extended pinky and thumb cut the throat of Axel Veiga as he rises with a sick grimace on his face before sliding into the corner on his knee and turning quickly.~
Smith: We haven’t seen Veiga since his debut…a narrow loss to Melinda Rhodes
Hood: Technically the guy didn’t lose
Smith: True…some are even calling it a ‘controversial’ loss saying they feel Axel was the better man
Hood: Yea, well that might be true…but the record books are what they are. No worries, if this guy is as bad as he says he is, he’ll prove it.
Smith: Indeed
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits. Harold starts to clap his hands, trying to get the crowd behind him. The crowd claps along, happily. It’s a jovial atmosphere – for the moment~
Smith: You have to admire the positivity of Harold Jones. Always putting smiles on people’s faces!
Hood: He’s a fucking idiot
~The always affable Harold is pleased with the crowd’s response. He approaches Veiga who seems to find the current climate disgusting – anathema. Harold sees the look on Veiga’s face and seeks to cheer him up~
Smith: I like Harold…but he might soon discover he’s playing in front of the wrong crowd
Hood: If he tries to make Veiga laugh, he’ll get a reaction
Smith: Indeed
~Harold reaches Veiga. A “Let’s go Harold!” chant flares up amongst the people. Jones says a few inaudible words to Veiga which elicits zero reaction. Jones seems to suddenly be struck by an idea. He reaches for Veiga’s ear~
Smith: Ah, the old coin behind the ear trick
Hood: Is he a magician or a comedian?
Smith: I think the line is often blurred between the two at times, Hood
~Before Harold can reach Veiga’s ear, Axel reaches out and snares Harold’s arm. The chants and cheers come to an abrupt halt. A ‘OH SHIT’ vibe fills the arena. Harold looks at Veiga with concern. He tries to pull his arm back but can’t, Veiga’s grip is too strong~
Smith: Uh oh…this doesn’t look good
Hood: He’s getting the hook, Smith! Kid just couldn’t cut it
Smith: Rude thing to say…Harold is far more talented than you give him credit for…he’s just, well, up against Axel Veiga…a man who’s entirely focused on in ring success
Hood: You say that like it’s a bad thing. I guess we should hire a bunch of part time workers to wrestle?
Smith: No, I think it’s great…it’s just, well, not great for Harold – tonight, anyway
~Veiga suddenly reaches out with a THROAT PUNCH! He smacks Harold right in the neck. Jones gasps for air. His eyes widen. He’s crippled from the blow. He stumbles into Veiga. Axel, showing zero compassion or remorse, grabs Harold and drops him with a Flatliner!! He pops back to his feet. He hooks Harold around the waist, from behind, dead lifts the comedian and drops him on his head with a German Suplex! Veiga chooses not bridge into a pin, instead releasing Harold who falls onto his front side, motionless. The crowd begins to boo Veiga~
Smith: He didn’t have to do that! Come on, Harold was just trying to have a little fun
Hood: That’s fine…in a comedy club or the playpin at McFuckingDonalds…but not inside the OCW wrestling ring. Guy needs to wake the fuck up
Smith: Kinda hard to do when he’s just been dropped on his head
Hood: I personally enjoyed the throat punch. Rarely used, you know? But so effective
Smith: It’s dirty, that’s why it’s rarely used, Hood
~Veiga kicks at Harold’s head in mocking fashion. The crowd boos even louder. Harold is in no condition to fight back. Axel continues toying with him, displaying a tremendous amount of arrogance~
Smith: If you’re that good, just end it!
Hood: I think he’s about to, Smith. Calm down, geez
Smith: There’s no need for this type of behavior
Hood: He’s exposing the joke that is Harold Jones. Tony and Uber better watch out!
~Veiga finally kicks Harold hard enough to roll the comedian onto his back. He grabs Harold by the hair and hooks him under his arm. He pauses, looking out to the crowd. They respond with the loudest boos of the match. Veiga swiftly and effectively drops Harold onto the mat with Swinging Reverse STO! Harold is laid out, on his back. Veiga makes a nonchalant cover…Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings. The crowd boos~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….AXEL VEIGA!!!!!
Smith: I don’t like the man but that…that was dominant
Hood: Guy got fucked out of his debut...but not tonight. Tonight he did the fucking!
Smith: Uh, sure
Hood: Not literally
Smith: Regardless of how one chooses to phrase it…there is no denying that Veiga looked devastating this evening. He is a young man who is destined for big things in OCW.
Hood: About time we got someone in here who takes this shit super serious
Smith: He is that, for sure.
~The scene opens with a quick new-type flash across the screen that reads “The State of the OCW Universe.” The cameras move up and focus in on Ed Houston, dressed like a news anchor, except the OCW Craze Championship sits over his shoulder. He looks down at some pieces of paper before flashing the camera a smile.~
Ed Houston: “Hello and welcome to all of you out there. I’m Ed Houston and this is the State of the OCW Universe.”
~He points to the Craze Championship on his shoulder~
Ed Houston: “I’m happy to return to you all the greatest human champion here at OCW. Some of you might point out that Matt Meyhu is still a champion but he’s clearly an alien. There’s no way one human being could be that self-delusional. But if I wanted to talk about something full of hot air I’d talk about Uranus.”
~He takes a brief pause and turns to another camera set up on the side, in typical breaking news fashion~
Ed Houston: “I’m actually here tonight to tell the OCW universe that with their help I was able to walk away with the championship again. With their support I’ve gone from signing autographs in a bingo hall to the sun of the OCW universe. The star of the week in the OCW universe is the fans. So, all of you want to be asteroids that think you might be able to change the skyscape of universe in the blink of an eye, better spend the next 5 weeks in the gym at all hours. That is what it’s going to take to knock me off and when I have the fans behind me, that might not even be enough. As long as they keep cheering me I will fly high. I will ride their momentum and if you think you have a chance at taking this title away then you will crash and burn.”
~Houston turns back to the main screen~
Ed Houston: “That’s all we have this time folks. Remember in the dark expanse of the universe always go to the light.”
~He holds up the Craze Championship, making it clear that for the time being that is the light being referenced. He gives another quick smile as the camera moves back down to focus on the red State of the OCW Universe script below before fading away~
~The crowd erupts as "Party Hard" hits the speakers and Zybala walks out onto the ramp and heads to the ring, high fiving fans along the way.~
Hood: And here comes this pain in the ass!
Smith: You do know that he can fire you right?
Hood: And Mr. Welsh will veto it. I don't know why Zybala even bothers anymore.
Smith: He might have a little more sway with making decisions after the amendment he recently had added to his contract.
~Zybala gets in the ring and the music cuts off. He grabs a microphone from Belvedere and addresses the crowd.~
Zybala: Well here we are. One week removed from Lost at Sea and I am STILL your commissioner! Not that it was easy. Bob was arguably one of the hardest opponents I've ever faced. I basically had to almost be charged with attempted murder to beat the guy, and he did his damnedest to try and drown me in the fucking ocean. With all that said, Bob, you have my respect and any time you wanna go at it again, I'll be here waiting!
But we weren't the only ones who tore down the house at Lost at Sea. Everyone from opening match to the main event put on show stealing performances and I feel like they should all be rewarded. Now I know anything I do, Welsh will bitch about then veto, so let me try a different approach. Marcus, I think that next week we should have a small tournament. Here's how I think the brackets should be. I say we have the new Oceanic champ Alice Knight face our defending Craze champ Ed Houston. Then Josie Barnes versus Julliet Brooks. Bob Grenier versus Curt Canon. Mack O'Connor facing Muffles. The four winners will then face off in one on one matches the following week, and those winners will face off the week after to determine the new number one contender. It's fair and impartial, and gives fans something to anticipate.
Then we can take the six people who didn't make the final match and put them in a Process of Elimination match to decide the number one contender to either the Oceanic or Craze title. If the winner is Alice or Ed, they can either opt to choose their opponent, choose to be the number two contender for the OCW belt, OR face the other champion in hopes of becoming a double champ. Like I said, it's all a suggestion. Use my idea, if not, that's up to you.
But there are two things that AREN'T up to you. The first thing is me getting an OCW title shot on any Massacre I choose. That's happening whether you like it or not. And number two is that you and I are having a match at Mayhem on the Midway. Buffett signed off on it, so you can't fight it. But I'm not unreasonable. I'll let you pick the match, as long as it’s one on one. Hell, I'll even sweeten the deal. If I challenge Meyhu for the belt before you and I square off, and lose, I'll call off our match. If I win, and you manage to beat me, you can strip me of the title and choose who you want as champion.
~Zybala stands, waiting for a response. A few seconds pass. Then, finally, the curtain at the top of the stage moves aside revealing GM Marcus Welsh. The crowd boos. Welsh has a mic in hand. He stands atop the stage and waits for the crowd to die down. He looks at Mike with annoyance. Slowly, he lifts the mic to his mouth. The crowd finally starts to die down. They grow quiet. The mic reaches Welsh’s mouth and he says~
Marcus Welsh: Vetoed.
~BOOOOO goes the crowd. Welsh drops the mic and turns around, heading back through the curtain. Zybala remains in the ring, disappointed. He looks into the camera and says, “Sorry guys, I tried. I tried.” He exits the ring as we cut to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Yet another veto by Marcus Welsh. Now, just to be clear…he was vetoing the championship tournament Zybala offered. He cannot veto Zybala’s title shot nor can he veto his match against Zybala at Mayhem on the Midway.
Hood: Which is a fucking shame
Smith: I don’t know about you…but I’m really excited for Zybala challenging Meyhu. That’s a fresh match up!
Hood: There’s a reason it’s fresh
Smith: And that is?
Hood: BECAUSE IT’S A SHIT IDEA
Smith: Whatever…anyway, folks…I’m sure we’ll get some ‘Welsh’ clarification later on this evening in terms of where we’re headed in both the Craze and OCW divisions. However, until then let's head backstage
~We cut backstage to find Welsh re-entering his office, fresh off his latest veto. He’s smiling and strutting. The guy looks like he just had the best sex of his life. He sits in his chair, puts his hands behind his head and leans back, kicking his expensive shoves up, onto his desk. Knux stands, stoically in the corner, keeping watch over Welsh. A nameless interim enters with a fresh cup of iced tea for Welsh~
Marcus Welsh: Ah, I just love vetoing his ideas. It really gives me satisfaction, you know? Slapping that imbecile down…fills me with mirth…MIRTH I SAY
~Welsh lets out a laugh while leaning forward to grab his refreshing beverage. The interim remains. He seems eager to speak. This is his moment. His moment to impress. His moment to move the GM so much that he might earn a full time job with OCW. So, he seizes that moment~
Interim: Actually, sir, if you don’t mind me saying so
~Welsh looks up at the interim with the straw in his mouth, sucking some of the drink into his mouth~
Interim: But I actually thought that tournament idea sounded pretty good. You might want to reconsider vetoing it.
~Welsh continues eyeing the interim. Knux lowers his head and sighs. Welsh finishes taking an elongated sip and sits up, keeping his eyes on the interim. He starts to answer~
Marcus Welsh: I. You know. I. Ugh, fuck it
~Unable to formulate a string of dialogue fitting to express what he’s feeling, Welsh snaps his fingers. Knux steps forward and grabs the interim by the back of the neck. The interim screams for help – but no help is coming. Knux roughly slings the interim out of the office and down the OCW backstage hallways. His screams echo in the distance before eventually falling away. Welsh pulls out his BRAND NEW cell phone and dials a number~
Marcus Welsh: Hello, Dana…yes, this is your boss, Mr. Welsh. Are you still at the office? Good. Listen we’re going to put an end to that interim program. I want you to shred all applications and inform all interims that they are no longer needed. Okay, great.
~About to hang up, Welsh is kept on the line~
Marcus Welsh: What’s that? No, I didn’t receive any…
~Welsh looks around his desk and spots a packet with his name on it~
Marcus Welsh: Oh, nevermind, I see it now! Thanks Dana…don’t work too hard, okay? Haha, you know I’m just kidding. Work as hard as you like!
~Welsh hangs up and rips the package open. He finds a zip drive~
Marcus Welsh: Hmm…I hope this isn’t some kind of illegal pornography sent by Zybala to incriminate me and force me to resign my position.
~Welsh should probably have the zip drive thoroughly vetted but, like most people, curiosity overcomes strategy. So, he plugs it into his computer and pulls up the file. It’s an audio clip~
Marcus Welsh: Interesting. At least the computer is still running, that’s a plus.
~Welsh hits play. We begin to hear a conversation taking place between Marcus Welsh and an unknown individual~
The Voice of Marcus Welsh: You find any dirt on Cassidy or any of his clients, you let me know. I know I told Vargas he’d be back in a month, but that’s not gonna happen. I’ve finally got that entire stable of idiots where I want them…on the way out. It’s time to finish the job…
~Welsh immediately stops the recording. He looks around, nervously. Nobody is around. He instantly deletes the file and rummages through the package. There is no name or return address to identify the sender~
Marcus Welsh: Who the fuck…why? Who sent this? KNUX!
~Knux is busy taking out the interim. Welsh grabs the zip drive and throws it against the wall. He raises up, out of his chair, rushes over and stomps on the zip file until it’s broken into many pieces. He picks up the pieces and dumps them into the trash can near his desk. He takes a seat back behind his desk and leans forward, elbows propped up, hands scratching through his hair~
Marcus Welsh: Somebody has a tap into my phone. What else have they recorded? This could be bad.
~We quickly cut away~
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Singles Match
Tony the Spider (7-3) vs. Vincent “The Legend” Langston (0-0)
~We cut to the ring. Belvedere is in the center, ready to bless the audience with his magical voice. The crowd seems anxious. They’ve had their fair share of matches but, still, they want MORE. Belvedere clears his throat…the crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~"I Am Legend" echoes through the arena, followed by the build-up of the music. The claps and heavy beat are joined by lasers and flashing lights as the music blasts out. Vincent Langston walks out on the stage, a stoic look on his face as he walks towards the ring. He jumps over the ropes, lands in the ring, and lets out a loud yell to the crowd, before turning back to his corner~
Belvedere: From Washington D.C., standing 6’4 and weighing in at 230lbs…Vincent “The Legend” Langston!!!
Smith: The debut for Langston. He is a very, very impressive looking athlete
Hood: Yea and I hear he’s a real hit at the local eateries
Smith: That was a terrible pun
Hood: Yea, it was
~Langston remains composed as he awaits…Tony the Spider~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~“Jump” by Van Halen blasts throughout the arena! The fans leap to their feet! Smoke begins to fill the entrance way. Amidst the smoke struts an oddly shaped figure. It steps through the smoke, doing a cocky strut. It’s TONY THE SPIDER. His mullet is in FULL FORCE. His circular shades cover his eyes. He’s got his signature fanny pack secured tightly around his unstable waist. He laughs as he struts to the ring. He reaches the ring and rolls in, under the bottom rope~
Belvedere: From Emilio’s Garage…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 190lbs…Tony the Spider!!!
~A “TONY” chant fills the arena. Tony laughs. He reaches up, for his shades and FLIPS the shade portion up, revealing normal glasses underneath. The crowd goes wild! Langston seems unimpressed. Belvedere exits the ring. The bell sounds~
Smith: And here we go! People laugh and mock Tony but…I mean, the guy has a strong record
Hood: CLASSIC OCW, BABY
Smith: I’m not sure about those, shades, though. They seem – outdated
Hood: It’s Tony the Spider. I’d be offended if he sported something that WASN’T outdated.
~Langston approaches Tony. Tony just stands and laughs. Vincent draws closer, imposing his impressive statute on the diminutive Spider. Tony backs into his corner, looking up at Langston, who suddenly towers over him. Tony lets out a very nervous chuckle. Vincent reaches out and grabs Tony by the neck! The crowd reacts, screaming for Tony to do something. Scruff rushes in, administering a five count~
Smith: This…well, this doesn’t look like it’s going to end well for Tony
Hood: He should kick Langston in the dick
Smith: So you’re going to suggest cheating
Hood: I honestly can’t see any other method that might lead to a Tony victory. What’s he gonna do…out punch the guy? Throw him around? C’mon…I’m not sure Tony could handle a ten pound dumbbell.
~Langston breaks the hold right before the five count. Scruff creates some distance between the two competitors. Tony laughs and falls to the mat, rolling out of the ring. Vincent glares at Scruff, annoyed with the development. Tony remains on the outside, looking into the ring. Langston tells him to get back inside the ring, Tony just laughs and turns around, playing to the crowd~
Smith: Tony the Spider, ladies and gentlemen
Hood: Fucking guy is crazy…or a genius
Smith: You think this is some elaborate plan conceived by a man with a mullet?
Hood: Could be…I mean, like I said, I would have just kicked him in the dick. But maybe Tony is setting a bigger picture here…OR, maybe he’s a Flat Earther
~Langston realizes Tony isn’t getting into the ring anytime soon. So, he decides to take matters into his own hands. He flies through the ropes, landing on the outside. Tony laughs and starts running away. Scruff begins a count. Vincent stops and looks into the ring at Scruff as if to say “Oh, NOW you’re going to count.” Langston marches around the ring, stalking his opponent. Tony slides into the ring. Langston pauses, looking into the ring at Tony, who struggles to his feet~
Smith: I guess these are…mind games?
Hood: Maybe…all he’s doing is pissing Langston off, though
Smith: Yea, Tony better have a pretty good ‘surprise’ at the end of all this otherwise, well, he’s going to be in for a rough time
~Langston hesitates getting back into the ring – he’s seen how these types of scenarios typically play out. Scruff yells out “EIGHT”. Langston has no option. He slides into the ring. As he does, Tony quickly unzips his fanny pack. He reaches inside with his right hand. He shoves Scruff away with his left. He does all of this while laughing~
Smith: He does have a plan!
Hood: There better be more in that pack than Cheetos
Smith: Even Flaming hot?
Hood: Yes, something more impactful than flaming hot Cheetos
~Tony reveals BRASS KNUCKLES! They are secured on his right hand, which is balled into a fist. Langston gets to his feet and Tony swings with all his might, smacking Vincent in the jaw!! Langston staggers a bit, his head swivels to the right…but, that’s it. Tony quickly hides the brass knuckles into his fanny pack, zipping it back up. He then looks at the mat but is confused. There is nobody on the mat…so he looks around and sees Langston’s boots…he looks up Langston’s legs, to his torso and finally meets the furious eyes belonging to ‘The Legend’~
Smith: Oh no
Hood: Tony is fucked
Smith: He either underestimated Vincent’s jaw or overestimated his own striking ability
Hood: I’d say a mixture of both…but more of the latter than the former
~Tony begins to release an extremely nervous, uncomfortable laugh. Tony turns and tries to run! Langston reaches out and snares Tony by the back of his mullet! He yanks backward…Tony slams back first onto the mat, hard! His shades fly off his face and land on the mat. The crowd quiets, concerned over Tony’s safety. Tony rolls onto his front and dries to crawl away, but Vincent plants his foot into the middle of Tony’s back, pinning him to the mat~
Smith: Tony’s not getting away this time
Hood: You think it’s too early for Scruff to call the match?
Smith: 99.9999 percent of the time, yes…however, I wouldn’t be against a stoppage at this point in this match
~Vincent leaps into the air and comes crashing down across Tony’s back with an elbow!! Langston is back to his feet quickly. Tony is barely moving. But, somehow, we can still hear him laughing – much slower and less inspired than usual. Langston hooks Tony around the gut and dead lifts him off the mat, tossing him onto his back in the center of the ring with a Gut Wrench Suplex! Tony hits hard. The crowd stomps their feet and claps their hands, trying to give Tony some adrenaline, some fuel to fight back~
Smith: While I admire the fan’s hope…there’s only so much a man like Tony can accomplish against a man like Langston
Hood: Yep, shit like running around the ring and touching him on the chin with brass knuckles
Smith: That about sums it up
Hood: Oh and the laughing…we can’t forget the laughing
~Vincent is unmoved by the crowd’s urging. He’s dialed in, focused on the task at hand. He grabs Tony around the waist again, yanks him off the canvas and drops him with a Deadlift German Suplex! He maintains waist control, gets back to his feet and drops Tony with ANOTHER deadlift German! He maintains waist control again and returns to his feet. The crowd sounds in awe…they wonder if he can dead lift Tony a third time. Vincent deadlifts Tony for a THIRD time and drops him with a third and final German Suplex!!! The ring shakes from the impact! Tony is limp. He’s not moving. Langston returns to his feet. He’s covered in sweat and breathing heavily…he lets out a roar, fired up from executing the strenuous move. He flexes his stunning physique as a good portion of the crowd starts to buy into The Legend~
Smith: This man is impressive…I’m not sure how great of a wrestler he is…but he is one heck of an athlete
Hood: I think Tony must have pissed someone off backstage.
Smith: Weak booking?
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Tony rolls onto his back, breathing heavily. He tries to laugh, but is having trouble. Langston stands over Tony. He goes to the mat and looks to mount Tony so he can slam punch after punch into Tony’s face. In doing so, Tony stuns Vincent with a small package!! He laughs the entire time he’s applying the small package. The crowd rises to their feet! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: What an upset that would have been!
Hood: That’s a wakeup call to Vincent
Smith: Indeed…even in that position against a man like Tony, you cannot lose focus in OCW.
~Langston is back to his feet before he fully realizes what’s happened. He looks at Scruff who is holding up two fingers. Tony staggers to his feet, still feeling the effects of being dropped on his head. Once on his feet, Langston delivers a devastating Spinning Heel Kick which drops Tony to the mat! The surging crowd quiets once more. Langston, on his feet, looks down at Tony with focus~
Smith: And that might be it for Tony the Spider
Hood: Back to the merch table for Mullet Man
Smith: Indeed
~Langston steps on Tony’s shades, smashing them into the mat. He pulls Tony up and hooks him for a Double Arm DDT. He drops Tony with the Double Arm DDT and immediately rolls him up for a pin. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….VINCENT “THE LEGEND” LANGSTON!!!!!
Smith: And that is that…impressive debut by The Legend
Hood: Yea, he beat the hell out of Tony
Smith: Indeed he did…it’s tough envisioning a scenario where this Langston newcomer isn’t successful in OCW
Hood: Just like Veiga…this guy is set for big things
Smith: I’d agree…and, meanwhile, a tough loss for Tony but…it’s Tony. It’s about more than wins and losses for Tony the Spider
Hood: Somehow the guy has a following. Which just further backs up my theory that the world sucks
Smith: Right…well folks, OCW is rich with young talent, as you’ve seen demonstrated repeatedly tonight. The old guard…the veterans had better keep a watch over their shoulders because these newcomers are making a statement
Hood: Yea, shit around here could look a lot different in a month or two. Maybe sooner
Smith: Indeed
~Langston promptly exits the ring and heads up the ramp, through the curtain. His task for the evening is complete. Tony is helped to his feet by Scruff. Scruff asks Tony if he's okay. Tony lets out a slow, painful laugh~
Smith: Looks like Tony will eventually shake it off
Hood: Not like there's any damage that could be done to his head...I'm sure he'll be fine
~The lights in the arena begin to flicker and Friday the 13th theme comes on. The fans get up from their seats.~
Hood: oh no could it be?
Smith: Jason? He's here? But there are no camp counselors.
Hood: he is probably just as nuts as that hockey mask wearing serial killer.. its TLS.
~TLS appears at the entrance ramp, he gets a mixed pop from the crowd. TLS is dressed in his usual all black and his face paint is creepy as always. ~
Hood: what does he want?
Smith: I'm not sure, it's been awhile since we've seen TLS in OCW. He seems to be carrying a black trash bag.
Hood: maybe he bought one of those Alice Knight Surprise bags.
~Tony the spider is still in the ring, he finally sees TLS. Tony waves at the face painted man. TLS gives him no reaction. As TLS enters the ring Tony reaches for a mic. ~
Tony: it is TLS. Hahahahaha....
~Before Tony can finish his laugh, TLS puts the trash bag over his head. The crowd is going nuts. TLS grabs the mic then drapes the bag with Tony on his shoulders. ~
TLS: I'm the Spider now.
~The lights flicker and go completely dark. When the lights come back on.. TLS is no longer in the ring.~
Smith: What? Where...where did they go?
Hood: TLS has abducted Tony the Spider! Why would anyone abduct TONY THE SPIDER?
Smith: It's TLS...he's far from normal
Hood: Well he'd better be careful. Tony's merchandise table was making the wrestlers backstage a ton of money. He's going to have a massive target on his back if this interrupts those sales.
Smith: And just as we were working on a special edition Best of Smith DVD
Hood: Hmm, you may have just solved the riddle of why TLS abducted Tony
Smith: Oh please
~We cut backstage where an agitated Welsh is speaking with Cap Slock and Knux~
Marcus Welsh: First my cell phone goes missing…now I have these incriminating messages. Someone is screwing with me…attempting to black mail me…put me in a bad position. I want this person found out and taken care of, do you understand?
Cap Slock: YES SIR
Marcus Welsh: And when you do find them…bring them to me first. I’d suggest you start with Zybala and work your way down the chain of idiots.
Cap Slock: WHAT ABOUT THE MIX, SIR
Marcus Welsh: I’ll be announcing the Mix teams and brackets shortly. I just want to ensure you guys are on top of this matter so it doesn’t bother me anymore.
Cap Slock: WE ARE ON IT SIR
~Everybody stands around, awkwardly. Welsh starts to wave his hands in the direction of the door~
Marcus Welsh: Well? Get going! Let’s get this shit figured out!
~Cap Slock and Knux exit the office in search of figuring out the identity of the individual threatening Welsh~
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The Uber Man (1-1) vs. Hellraven (0-0)
Belvedere: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A STANDARD RULES MATCH AND IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!!!
IIIINNNTTRODUCING FIRST!!!! HAILING FROM THE TOKYYYYOOOO, JJJAAAAAPPPPAAAANNNN.....
HHHHHHEEEELLLLLRRRRRRAAAAAVVVVVEEEENNNN!!!!
~The sounds of a thunderstorm echo across the arena speakers as purplish-blue spotlights come to life near the entrance ramp. At their centre, head down, arms folded, is a tall and slender figure, their long hair falling forward onto their face and partially obscuring it.~
~The figure remains in this position until a moment later, when the rainstorm transitions into the iconic opening guitar lead to Slayer's 'Raining Blood'. At the same time as this transition occurs, the blue spotlights go out, leaving the house lights to illuminate what is now clearly seen to be a young woman. As the riff begins, she uncrosses her arms, holding them out to each side in a double show of the metal horns as she indulges in a spot of headbanging~
~Then, as the legendary lead gives way to mid-tempo riffing, the girl makes her way down the ramp, keeping her focus on the ring but not neglecting the occasional outstretched hand in her path. Once at ringside, she scales the steel steps and lets herself in through the middle rope. From there, she makes her way across the mat to the furthest turnbuckle and slumps down into a seated position, her arms resting on her knees. She retains this position right up until the bell rings, at which point she stands up and coolly removes her leather jacket, before stepping forward to start the match~
Belvedere: AND HER OPPONENT!!! HE'S THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE ONE WHO PAID ME TO CALL HIM A LEGEND!!!!
FROM RRRRANCHO, CUCAMMMOOONNNGGGGAAA!!!!
UUUUUBBBBBEEEEERRRRMMMMMMAAAAAAANNNN!!!!
~The crowd boos uproariously as "Hero" by Nickelback plays over the PA system. Through the curtains in his green superhero attire is none other than the Uberman who just waves off the angry crowd as they loudly protest his taste in music. He climbs the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron, and slips inside. Uber crosses the length of the ring to the center as his opponent looks upon him with a mixture of contempt and disgust. The hero in his own mind places his hands on his hips and pushes his chest out to show off his rather unimaginative White U logo!~
Smith: Can The Uber Man pull off another monumental upset? Or does the Cinderella story end here, tonight at the hands of Hellraven
Hood: If there is a higher power he will interject his powers into the match tonight and prevent that idiot from potentially ruining another talent
Smith: So you’re Team Hellraven
Hood: Tonight I am
~The Referee checks both over as Uberman stares with a surprisingly calm and confident bravado at Hellraven, who just bores into him with a withering stare. Satisfied the ref motions for the bell~
*DING DING DING*
Smith: And here we go!
Hood: Can The Uber Man execute a wrestling move? That is the real question
~Uber's expression changes from one of false bravado to instant panic as he dives around Hellraven and rolls her to the canvas for a fast and dirty schoolboy pin, the young blond violently thrashing and kicking with her shoulders held firm to the mat!~
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTHRR-VIOLENT KICKOUT!!!
Smith: Oh my! He nearly stole another one!
Hood: Fucking thief
Smith: Hellraven averted disaster
~Uber's sent sprawling back with a piston of Hellraven's legs that also rolls the woman to her feet, her eyes wide with surprise and jaw clenched with fury! Uberman shoots her a fearful look and starts pushing down with his palms and kicking with his legs as he rapidly scoots his rear across the canvas!~
Smith: Well…Uber is in trouble now
Hood: Yep, he went for the quick kill and failed. Now he’s got an angry beast after him
Smith: Indeed
~Uber flips over and crawls under the ropes but Raven's on him in a flash, grabbing one of his ankles and pulling him back into the ring as he screams, "NO NO NO! I'M SORRY!!!!"~
Smith: She’s got him!
Hood: He’s so screwed now!
~Hellraven pulls him to a stand and Uber attempts an Enziguri kick, only to fall flat on his face and miss the target completely in the attempt. Worst of all, she still has his foot in hand, bends his leg back, lifts it up, and rams his knee straight down on the canvas. Uber rolls over, clutching at his knee and crying out in pain!~
Smith: Well it was a nice attempt by Uber…but he missed wildly
Hood: Geezus…can we just keep this guy in the car and away from the ring?
Smith: He’s really wearing thin on you, isn’t he?
Hood: That would indicate that I once liked the guy
~From there Hellraven unleashes hell, battering him with stomps and kicks randomly as she is forced to move with him as he rolls away from her. He rolls under the ropes and out of the ring, stumbling and falling to his knees as he clutches at his side with moisture in his eyes.~
Smith: Uber might want to think about calling it a night
Hood: So you’re advocating cowardice?
Smith: I’m advocating self-preservation
~As he stumbles around the ring, looking wildly for an escape, Hellraven backs up in the ring, measures her distance and gets a running start before vaulting through the ropes with surprisingly perfect timing and driving both feet straight into Uber's chest, sending him with arms flailing straight into the guard rail with a sharp yelp!~
Smith: Wow! What athleticism and timing on Hellraven’s part! The kid is a natural
Hood: Calm down, calm down…she’s in there against Uber Man. Let’s not hand her the OCW Title just yet
Smith: I think you’re taking my comments a little out of context, Hood
~Raven rolls with her landing, minimizing the hard impact of the floor and getting right to her feet with a fist pump. She turns to see Uber, wincing and trying to crawl away from her. With a smirk, Hellraven waltzes up to him and drives the heel of her boot into the cheek of his ass, effectively driving his face into the floor!~
Smith: Insult to injury
Hood: Man…I wonder what’s a worse experience for Uber Man…this match or having someone steal money from his tip jar?
Smith: So physical versus emotional pain?
Hood: That is the question
~Hellraven gathers him up by the back of his superhero mask and a handful of hair, half walking, half dragging him towards a table and just as it seems she's going to sling him into it, suddenly he slips free and shoves her towards the table instead. Hellraven spins around immediately on impact to see Uberman climbing back into the ring and slipping under the second rope, only to trip up on the bottom rope and land on his face with a groan....~
Smith: Poor Uber
Hood: Oh for fuck’s sake…END IT ALREADY
Smith: Give it time, give the kid a chance
Hood: KID? He looks forty-five!
~...He crawls to the center of the ring and gets up, just in time to see Hellraven run up the ring steps, jump onto and spring off of the top rope to catch him with a diving crossbody block. Uber to falls back with her and rolls her right onto her back for a rather sloppy improvised pinfall!~
ONE!!!
TTTW-KICKOUT!!!
Smith: WHOA! That was how he beat Lukas Emery!
Hood: SHIT…that was close
Smith: Hellraven narrowly averted the same fate which sent Lukas descending into madness. I don’t think it’s hyperbole to say that kickout might have saved her career
~Once again Uber is rocked off of Hellraven, but this time he gets right to his feet. He stands strong with a defiant look in his eye and his hands up as he watches Hellraven get to her feet. He backs up and side steps until he's directly in front of Scruff, shouting, "OK FINE! COME ON!!!! I'M NOT SCARED! NU-UUUHH!"~
Smith: Interesting tactic
Hood: He’s completely lost his mind
Smith: The smoke and mirrors game of Uber Man is holding up…but for how long?
~Hellraven rolls her eyes, dashes forward faking with a high punch, only to boot him in the gut, then spin around for a Discus Lariat, QUOTE THE RAVEN. The full force of her attack, however, doesn't find Uberman but instead rocks Scruff off his feet! Apparently the gut kick was too much for Uber, dropping him instantly. She throws her arms out at her sides and shouts out, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???!!!"~
Smith: Uber Man, I’m told, has a very sensitive gut. He revealed this after Lost at Sea when asked about Alice’s queasy behavior
Hood: He’s emulating his fucking love interest? Geezus
Smith: Perhaps his super power is empathy. He can feel her pain
Hood: THAT WAS A WEEK AGO
Smith: I’m told sea sickness can linger
~She gathers Uber up and flings him for a corner, only to be reversed and sent for an Irish whip instead! Uber falls to one knee as Raven hit's the turnbuckle with the flat of her back and bounces off with a full spring. Just as she lifts her knee to connect with his face he sits up and cracks the bottom of her chin with the top of his head, both competitors going down from the shot!~
Smith: Ouch!
Hood: Fucking hell. The guy’s awkwardness and total lack of athletic ability is going to get someone seriously injured
Smith: Let’s hope not
~Raven slowly pushes up, cupping her chin and actually chuckling a bit. Across from her Uber pulls himself up in the corner and sees that her back is to him as she slowly gets to one knee. Uberman pushes up on the ropes, with a look on his face that said "This is it.... my chance!" With eyes as wide as saucers and lit up like a metaphorical Christmas tree, he shoves himself onto the very top and crouches down low on shaky legs. At that point Scruff finally wakes up from that knockout lariat earlier and was also up on one knee across from the two of them, leaning against the ropes and shaking his head.~
Smith: Scruff lives!
Hood: Guy lived on the streets for thirty years…he can take a punch
Smith: Indeed
~One could almost imagine R.Kelly's "I believe I could fly" playing in his head as he rises to his full height, arms out and seconds later, he jumps off with a wild cry that alerts Hellraven, who immediately spins around and catches him just second before he would have hit her with a powerful spinning discus lariat that hit with so much force at the very apex of a diving double axe handle that he flips and lands on his stomach with a groan.~
Hood: QUOTE THE RAVEN! UBERMAN IS TOAST!!!!
~Raven drapes herself across him with a look of disgust as apparently her blow hit him hard enough to release a few odors that were most displeasing to her nostrils. The Referee pushes off the ropes and starts his count!~
ONE!!!!
TTTTTTWWWWOOOOO!!!!!!
TTTTHHHHRRRREEEEE!!!!
~The Ref motions for the bell!~
*DING DING DING*
Belvedere: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL.... HHHHEEEELLLLLRRRRRRAAAAVVVVVEEEEENNNNN!!!
~Raven's music hit the PA system as she rolls out of the ring, rubbing her arm as if something nasty and infectious had come off of it from contact with Uberman.~
Smith: A very strong bounce back win for Hellraven. She had to have that one, Hood
Hood: Yep…if she would have lost to Uber Man…I think her mother might have disowned her
Smith: I hope blood runs thicker than, well, losing to a pretend Super Hero
Hood: You’d be wrong
Smith: Regardless…Hellraven wins and continues to impress. She’s got big things in her future
Hood: And now can we finally put a rest to The Uber Man?
Smith: As long as he works hard and is willing to compete…I see no reason in denying him the opportunity.
Hood: Ugh
~We cut to Welsh’s office. He’s got all the names of the Margarita Mix participants. He takes nearly half the names and tosses them into a box, shaking it up~
Marcus Welsh: Alright! It’s time to reveal the teams for the Margarita Mix! Now, before I get down to business…let’s run down the individuals who signed up together. The pre-existing teams are: Hellraven and Heidi, Scott Syren and Curt Canon, Josie Barnes and Harold Jones, Amelia Emery and Slappy McGoo, Tony the Spider teaming with Bob Grenier, and The Uber Man joining forces with JAM G.
~We see Welsh mouth the word “Whatever” upon uttering that last team. He shakes the box up and continues speaking~
Marcus Welsh: And now to find out who the other four teams will be! The first name out of this box is…Michael O’Neil!
~The crowd pops~
Smith: A highly touted signing…the Mix will mark O’Neil’s in ring debut in OCW
Hood: About time!
~Welsh reaches in for a second name~
Marcus Welsh: And, teaming with Michael O’Neil will be….Saxon Rowe!
~The crowd boos~
Smith: Another newcomer, Saxon Rowe made an impact last week at Lost at Sea by decimating TIO. He makes his in ring debut in tonight’s main event against Heidi.
Hood: That’s a pretty good team
Smith: It has great potential
~Welsh aligns those two names and shuffles them to the side. He reaches in for another name~
Marcus Welsh: Alright…next name…who do we have…looks like we have Zolton!
~The crowd gives a strong reaction~
Smith: Zolton signed exclusively to compete in the Mix. He made his on screen debut in a strongly worded promo last week at Lost at Sea. This is a talented in ring competitor who is a major threat to win the Mix.
Hood: If he does…does he sign long term?
Smith: I guess we’ll cross that bridge if and when we get to it
~Welsh digs in the box for a second name~
Marcus Welsh: And…his tag team partner is…wow…Axel Veiga!
~BOOO goes the crowd~
Smith: Uh oh…they might be the new favorites to win this thing. Veiga is supremely talented.
Hood: No shit…you think I’m blind or something? I just got through watching him nearly murder Harold Jones
Smith: That team might be my new favorite
~Welsh puts those two names aside and digs for another one~
Marcus Welsh: Four down…four to go. Who do we have next…a-ha! Vincent “The Legend” Langston!
~We hear an ‘ohhhh’ from the crowd. They already respect this man and his ability~
Smith: Wow…the talent in this tournament is truly amazing. Vincent Langston is a serious threat, in my opinion. And, well, given who remains in that box, he’s going to be given a very, very strong partner
Hood: Well…let’s see who it is!
~Welsh removes a name~
Marcus Welsh: Well, well…teaming with Vincent Langston will be…Melinda Rhodes!
~The crowd cheers~
Smith: …
Hood: New favorite, again?
Smith: I…I can’t pick a team. These teams are all too good…I mean who is going to beat THAT team?
Hood: Syren, by himself
Smith: I was wondering when you’d start gushing about him
~Welsh leans back and dumps the final two names out of the box~
Smith: Wait a minute, Hood. So that…that means
Hood: Oh shit!
Smith: The final team is…
Marcus Welsh: The final team of the Mix is OCW Craze Champion Ed Houston and his partner…Bradley Carrington!
~The crowd explodes. Carrington isn’t their favorite, by a long shot, but the idea of the two teaming together is very exciting~
Smith: Wow…good luck to each and every one of those teams. Whoever wins this thing will have surely earned it
Hood: Toughest tournament field in OCW history
Smith: Indeed
~Welsh takes the names and begins drawing up brackets. He can’t draw a straight line. He stops and looks at the camera~
Marcus Welsh: Do you mind? Cut away for a minute while I draw these, okay? Geez.
~We cut away, back to the announce team~
Smith: Our GM with a form of artistic shyness there
Hood: Hey, it happens. Drawing a straight line is tough!
Smith: I guess
~"Shadow Boxing" by Parkway Drive hits! The heated crowd turns around and goes wild for one of OCW’s bright stars, 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, and gets to her feet, heading to the middle of the ring ~
Belvedere: 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 music dies down and Josie stares at the crowd with a vicious grin on her face after being handed a mic ~
Josie: As you all can see I didn’t win the Craze Title. Ed won fair and square. I’m not going to give any excuses. The better man won. I at least came out with no injures like last time, just all these bruises, scrapes and cuts. I know though many are wonder what is next for The Purple VIP.
~She pauses for a few seconds while looking out at the crowd.~
Josie: It’s easy, while I wish I would have won the title, I didn’t. Instead of trying to convince management to give me a third chance against Ed, I rather not do that. I rather focus on moving towards something else. I rather give someone else a chance for it. Let someone get to be lucky like I was the last two times. Not to mention, with the Margarita Mix coming up, I have a partner in Harold Jones, someone I can trust. I rather work with him, and focus on winning it. Doing better than last years. I know we can do it.
~Suddenly, three masked men slide into the ring and start attacking Josie, as the fans start to boo.~
Smith: What the hell?
Hood: Who did she piss off now?
~The three men kick Josie to the mat, then continue to stomp on her, as the boos continue to reign down. Josie is screaming in pain, and calling out for help.~
Hood: I bet she wishes her new partner would come out and save her..
Smith: Yes, she could eeally use some help from Hatold Jones right about now…
~One of the masked men walks over to one of the corners and starts to untie the top turnbuckle, taking it off and exposing the steel turnbuckle. He walks back to help continue the assault, as the three men get Josie to her feet.~
Smith: Oh no...don’t do this!
~The three men look as if fhey are getting ready to send Josie across the ring into the expsed steel. But before they can, the lights in the OCW Arena go out.~
Hood: What the hell now?
Smith: Lights out in the OCW Arena!
~The lights stay out for a moment, but when they come back on, a man wearing a hooded sleeveless vest, holding a kendo stick, is standing in the middle of the ring, blocking the masked men’s route to the turnbuckle. The fans buzz as the hooded man stares at the masked men.~
Smith: Is that…
~The man quickly pulls down his hood….revealing that it is none other than…~
Smith: LUKAS EMERY!!!
~The three masked men let go of Josie, as she falls to the mat in a heap. They start to go after Lukas, but he fights them off with the kendo stick, as the crowd is confused at first, but then they start to cheer as Lukas continues to beat the hell out of the three men. He dumps two of the men to the outside, then takes the third man, and sends him to the turnbuckle with the exposed steel. He runs and nails a picture perfect dropkick, as the man stumbles out of the corner, only to get planted with a spinning sit-out powerbomb.~
Smith: Woah! New move!
~The masked man rolls out of the ring, as Lukas gets back to his feet, as Josie is now making her way to her feet She looks and sees Lukas standing in the middle of the ring. The two stare at each other, as the fans start to cheer.~
Smith: Now what’s going to happen? We haven’t seen Lukas Emery since he viciously attacked a fan a few weeks ago. He’s been estranged from Josie, his sister Amelia, everyone…
Hood: Who cares?
~Lukas and Josie are saying something to each other that the camera can’t pick up. That is...until Lukas mouths the words “I love you” and Josie’s face lights up, and she runs and embraces him, as the fans explode with cheers.~
Smith: Alright! There’s a feel good moment for ya!
Hood: I think I’m gonna be sick..
Smith: Oh shut it! Lukas Emery is back, and he came to the aid of his girlfriend. Ladies and gentlemen, we will be right back with our main event.
~We fade away as Lukas and Josie make their way up the ramp, hand in hand.~
~We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: And the brackets have been revealed!
Hood: Wow, six of those teams got fucked
Smith: Yes…we did over sign…going with twenty teams instead of sixteen. Two triple threats was the only way to go – without giving two teams a bye
Hood: Well at least Syren got preferential treatment
Smith: I’m told the matchups were drawn at random. So his placement was merely a coincidence
Hood: Hmm…we need to dig into Welsh’s cell phone for proof!
Smith: I’d be careful saying things like that if I were you…anyway, folks it’s time for our main event!
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Main Event - Singles Match
Heidi (1-0) vs. “Wise Guy” Saxon Rowe (0-0)
~The fans are jamming to music being piped into the sound system. It sounds like but isn’t necessarily “UPTOWN FUNK” by Bruno Mars. Anyway…the music dies out. The crowd is in a good mood. Belvedere is in the ring. He clears his golden throat. The audience cheers!~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our Main Event of the evening! This is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~The iconic guitar riff from ‘Layla’ bursts throughout the arena as the crowd begins to boo. After a few moments of the theme playing, “Wise Guy” Saxon Rowe makes his way to the stage, with a smirk on his face. He has a straight razor in one hand and a small mirror in the other. He gives no bother to the fans booing him as he slowly walks down the ramp, shaping his magnificent beard and moustache along the way. He stops at the bottom of the ramp, clutching the razor, staring at the ring. He makes a ‘cut throat’ motion with the razor along his own neck, before circling the ring, giving his razor and mirror to the bell keeper. He enters the ring, and climbs a turnbuckle, twirling his moustache, as the crowd continues to boo him. He comes off the turnbuckle and waits in the corner, ‘Layla’ fading out~
Belvedere: From Providence, Rhode Island…standing six feet tall and weighing in at 215lbs…“Wise Guy” Saxon Rowe!!!
Smith: I don’t like to pre-judge or make any rash statements…but I don’t like this man
Hood: Guy hasn’t even had a match yet!
Smith: After what he did to TIO at Lost at Sea…I’m pretty sure he’s not, my type
Hood: I’m sure Saxon will be relieved to hear that
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~ The lights go down and "Dear Enemy" starts to play as purple and blue lights start to strobe. Smoke fills up the entrance before a white spot shines down where Heidi is suddenly standing with her back to the ring. She looks over her shoulder with a smirk before spinning around and walking down towards the ring. Heidi stares straight down at the ring focused before running the last bit and sliding into the ring on her stomach. She lies for a second before jumping up to her feet and holding her arms up in the middle of the ring. Heidi then goes to the corner, crouching down and waiting for the start of the match~
Belvedere: From Helena, Montana…standing 5’3 and weighing in at 107lbs…Heidi!
Smith: And there she is, Hood…Heidi!
Hood: Shortest name in OCW history?
Smith: I don’t know...does it matter?
Hood: No, not really, just curious.
Smith: Last time we saw Heidi she destroyed John E Depth…this week, she looks to do the same to another shady character, Saxon Rowe
Hood: Yea, good luck to her. I don’t think Rowe is going to be as easy as Depth
Smith: We shall find out!
~Heidi is all business, as we’ve quickly come to learn about the woman from Helena. Belvedere exits the ring and the bell sounds. Rowe leans back in his corner, casually eyeing the bellicose beauty across the ring. Heidi seems to be growing impatient, urging Rowe to come at her. Saxon, however, is wiser than that. He remains in his corner, sizing her up~
Smith: Rowe already with the mind games. I think he knows Heidi is…well…she’s quick tempered
Hood: Guy is going to draw her in…like a fly trap…hey, speaking of fly traps, how many flies do you think that beard of his has caught?
Smith: You serious? That’s the cleanest, most magnificent beard I’ve ever seen. It’s just a shame a lunatic is the one sporting it.
Hood: So less than fifty?
~Heidi finally says ‘fuck this’ and sprints full speed ahead toward Rowe. Saxon remains standing in his corner until the last possible second. Heidi leaps in the air for a dropkick. Rowe tucks and rolls out of the way. Heidi flies into an empty corner…however, she’s able to land on the middle buckle and hold onto the top rope with her hands! Rowe returns to his feet, arrogantly. His back is turned toward Heidi. He’s got a smile across his bearded face. Heidi re-positions, facing Rowe. Rowe turns around…Heidi leaps off, grabs Saxon by the head and drops him with a Tornado DDT! The arena pops!~
Smith: Great move by Heidi! That’ll show this jerk that he needs to take this more seriously
Hood: Already hating on the rookie
Smith: Did you not see what he did to TIO?
Hood: I did and I shook his hand after the show
~Heidi pops to her feet. She doesn’t take much time in indulging the fan’s adulation. She realizes Rowe is far from finished. She turns her attention to Rowe, who is on all fours, trying to get back to his feet. Heidi sprints forward, looking to punt Saxon in the head. Sensing her coming, Saxon flops onto his back. Heidi WHIFFS. She stumbles into the ropes…her ‘punt’ leg gets hung up over the middle rope. Rowe crawls over…he chops Heidi in the back of the knee! Her knee bends. She’s about to collapse to the mat when Saxon gets to his feet and grabs her other leg, which was hung up in the ropes. He performs a dragon screw toward the middle of the ring, tossing Heidi away from the ropes. Heidi grimaces, grabbing both knees while on the mat~
Smith: Vicious…he took out BOTH of Heidi’s knees in a matter of seconds
Hood: So much for that Hail Heidi bullshit
Smith: She’s not out of it yet
Hood: That’s what she gets for guzzling sugary frozen drinks before her match. What an idiot
~Rowe gets to his feet. He leans against the ropes, rubbing his beard. The crowd boos. The camera pans around and finds Heidi’s love interest, Christina Olsen. She looks on with a concerned expression~
Smith: And there’s Christina…a very promising wrestler in her own right. Her and Heidi are an item
Hood: Yes, she’s that bad influence trying to get Heidi all liquored up before her match
Smith: I don’t think there was any liquor in Heidi’s drink, Hood
Hood: Sure there was…Christina was just pretending it was non alcoholic
~Rowe stands over Heidi. He kicks at her body a few times. She remains in a protective position, holding her knees. Rowe bends over to grab her by the hair…as he does, Heidi surprises him with a Small Package!! Scruff slides in to count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: She almost won it! What fight!
Hood: Yea, she’s tough, I’ll give her that. Rowe should probably take her more seriously
Smith: I heard he’s not a fan of tattoos
Hood: There’s tattoos and then there’s Heidi’s body…she looks like a wall covered in graffiti
~Rowe gets up, at first stunned and relieved. He suddenly morphs into pissed off. Heidi limps to her feet. She walks right into a straight right hand from Rowe!! Heidi’s body stiffens…she falls to the mat. Rowe shakes the pain out of his hand before going back after his opponent~
Smith: That was a sick sounding right hand. Heidi could be knocked out
Hood: Yea if she wasn’t all gimped up she might have got to Rowe before he punched her
Smith: Excuse me? Gimped up?
Hood: Is crippled up any better?
Smith: Just stop talking
~Rowe snares Heidi by her wild, black hair. He lifts a knee into her gut, doubling Heidi over. He hooks her around the waist and lifts her up…he heads toward the nearest corner and tosses her into the corner with a Buckle Bomb!! Heidi staggers forward before falling face first on the mat. Rowe stares down at the lifeless opponent with cold eyes. We get a shot of a concerned looking Christina Olsen~
Smith: Poor Heidi…I’m not sure she was prepared for Saxon
Hood: Of course not…she was having a kegger in the back with her girlfriend before coming out here
Smith: Oh, so it’s a kegger now?
Hood: You bet your ass
~Saxon drops to his knees, casually. He grabs Heidi’s arm and hooks it between his legs. He takes his hands and places them on Heidi’s face~
Smith: He’s looking for his signature submission ‘Made Man’
Hood: He’s about to make Heidi tap out
Smith: It’s a variation of the Crossface…a very devastating submission
~He starts to lock it in when, suddenly, his face shows discomfort. He starts to yell. Before long, he pulls his hands back and rolls away from Heidi. We zoom in and see bite marks on the top of his hand! The crowd goes wild. Heidi starts to crawl toward the ropes, looking to get to her feet~
Smith: Well…that’s one way to get out of a submission predicament
Hood: WE’VE GOT A BITER
Smith: She did bite him, yes
Hood: Probably a good thing she digs chicks
~Heidi pulls herself up using the ropes. Rowe’s back is to her. He’s on his knees, rubbing the wounded top portion of his hand. Heidi stretches both legs and finds them to be in solid condition. She sprints toward Rowe. Saxon turns around…Heidi leaps into the air…wraps her legs around Saxon’s head and drills him into the mat with a Spider Hurricanrana!! The crowd goes wild! We see Christina perk up, looking far more at ease with the situation~
Smith: Yes! Here we go!
Hood: Fuckin hell
Smith: She calls that Hail Heidi!
~Heidi kips up. The crowd begins to chant “HAIL HEIDI!” She nods her head along with the chants. Rowe rolls onto his back, grimacing in pain. Heidi runs at him…she leaps into the air and drops on top of Rowe with a standing Shooting Star Press!! Heidi makes the cover~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: So close! She calls that Crit Hit!
Hood: The fuck does that mean?
Smith: I…I don’t know
~Heidi, undaunted, returns to her feet. She stands, poised…waiting for Saxon to move. Rowe gets to his knees…he gets to one knee. Heidi lunges forward with a SUPERKICK!! Rowe’s body falls into the middle rope…he ricochets off and staggers to his feet, dazed. The crowd is clamoring for Heidi to finish him. “HAIL HEIDI” chants fill the arena~
Smith: This is it!
Hood: I’ve said it before…I’ll say it again…this is why we can’t have nice things
Smith: I think we’re about to see Year Zero!
~Heidi kicks Rowe in the gut. He doubles over. She starts to double underhook Saxon. He responds by punching her in the knee. Heidi staggers, her base weakens. Saxon lifts her up…he charges toward a corner and he slings Heidi on top of the corner with an Alabama Slam!! The back of Heidi’s head PINGS against the ring post!! The crowd cringes…Christina leans forward, looking on with concern~
Smith: Oh my gosh! Hood…she may be out!
Hood: May be…she’s on dream street my man…visions of pink elephants smoking meth are dancing in her head
Smith: Well I hope that’s not the case
~Saxon grabs Heidi’s legs…she’s laid out on the top buckle. He yanks them forward, recklessly. She’s limp so her head and shoulders slam into the ring, hard. Rowe drags her into the center of the ring…he turns her over and applies Made Man! Scruff leans in to see if Heidi wants to give it up. There’s no response~
Smith: I think she’s out
Hood: Either that or she’s half possum
~Scruff peels back some of Heidi’s hair. Her eyes are shut. He calls for the bell. The crowd BOOOOS. The bell rings. Scruff orders Rowe to get off of Heidi. He continues to crank back~
Belvedere: Here is your winner via Knock Out….SAXON ROWE!!!!!
Smith: Nice win but let her go! Come on!
Hood: Dude is sending a message
~Finally, as though he snaps out of his rage, Rowe releases Heidi. He gets to his feet and calmly composes himself. He extends his hand to Scruff who, begrudgingly, raises it. The crowd boos and boos. We spot Christina Olsen, standing near the guard rail, looking on with concern. Rowe rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp. The KNIFE MAM comes running down to check on Heidi~
Smith: I hope she’s okay
Hood: She’ll be fine…it was just a shitty fall that knocked her out. It happens
~Inside the ring. The Knife Man puts some smelling salts on the edge of his knife. He places it under Heidi’s nose…Scruff has Heidi sitting up, even though she appears to still be out. Heidi’s natural inhalation takes in the smelling salt aroma…her eyes widen. She awakens to the site of The Knife Man and his GIANT knife. She pops to her feet and SUPERKICKS The Knife Man!! He falls over, unconscious~
Smith: Oh no!
Hood: It’s a hazardous job, being the mechanic around here
~Heidi asks Scruff what happened. He informs her. Angrily, she exits the ring. We see Christina Olsen has already left ringside. Heidi marches up the ramp, holding the back of her head, pissed off~
Smith: A tough loss but strong showing from Heidi
Hood: Yea, she’s wild, that’s for sure. But that Saxon Rowe…man he’s one to watch out for
Smith: Indeed he is…and he’ll be participating in the mix, along with Heidi in the coming weeks! Both competitors will be given the opportunity to rise up the rankings
Hood: Soooo…who helps the Knife Man?
Smith: Good question
~The Knife Man does the slasher killer sit up. He gets to his feet, holding his giant knife. The fans are nervous. They seem to be getting a sinister vibe. The Knife Man reaches the ring ropes…he stops and he holds his knife high in the air. The crowd goes wild! A ‘KNIFE MAN” chant is started. The Knife Man exits the ring and returns to the back~
Smith: And he’s okay!
Hood: For a guy in a serial killer mask wielding a giant knife…he’s pretty chill
Smith: Indeed
Hood: But, I mean, it’s not like I’d hang out with the guy. Pretty sure he’s a chick repellant
Smith: I wouldn’t know anything about that. But what I do know is that things are certainly kicking into gear as we head toward Mayhem on the Midway. The Margarita Mix begins next week with TWO first round matches. Meyhu and Zybala are on a collision course. Lukas and Josie are back together. Julliet has her eyes set on a new target. Ed Houston is looking stronger than ever. Someone is bothering Marcus Welsh. And, as if all of that weren’t enough…we’ve got a ridiculously strong group of young talent rising through the ranks…with more to debut next week!
Hood: Shit’s getting real
Smith: Indeed! Congratulations to all the winners tonight! Good luck to everyone in the Mix! We hope you all have a great week! Until next time, I’m Smith saying so long and good night everyone!
~We fade out~