OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, August 13th 2018
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~It’s another Monday evening. Better Call Saul started one week ago which means the second episode of one of your favorite TV shows airs tonight! That’s super cool, man. But you know what’s even cooler – MONDAY NIGHT MASSACRE. That’s right. It airs shortly. So, you’re gathering your beer. You’ve got a bag of chips – Doritos. I mean, c’mon, you’re not an animal. Who eats those regular potato chips anyway? You’ve also got a porn magazine nearby. Why? We don’t ask questions. It’s your Monday evening…do it the way you like! The television turns on, the volume is crisp, the picture is quality. You flip over to STARZ to find the OCW logo followed by that BORDERLINE EROTIC Massacre graphic. You fondle the cover of the Porn Magazine. IT’S MASSACRE TIME! We cut to a sold out OCW Arena full of screaming fans! They chant “OCW!” It’s clear that Margarita Mix merchandise is selling VERY well. Several fans are spotted wearing Mix t-shirts, drinking Margaritas, and wearing goofy ass Mix hats that nobody normal would be caught dead wearing in public. We don’t waste much time looking around at signage…we’ve got shit to do! We cut to Smith and Hood who look ready to get going~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to another edition of Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Smith and alongside me, as always is Hood! Tonight we begin the second annual Margarita Mix!
Hood: And if you were happy tag teams weren’t a thing in 2018 well…I’ve got some bad news for you
Smith: Way to hype the show, Hood. What he meant to say was…TAG TEAMS ARE BACK! Six teams will be competing in two matches tonight. The winners will move on to the Semi-Finals of the Mix!
Hood: Sounds decent enough
Smith: Indeed it does! We’ve also got Muffles the Bunny and Roach squaring off in a match featuring two competitors who really need a win
Hood: Yea, Roach is the latest victim in the Alice Knight path of carnage. He hasn’t rebounded from that inexcusable loss he suffered to that vile woman. Hopefully he can regain his masculinity tonight against the fucking bunny
Smith: We’ll also see Lukas Emery return to action after a heartfelt reunion last week with his Miss Sass, Josie Barnes
Hood: Miss Sass? Fucking hell
Smith: And we’ll see another impressive rookie in Mike Harrison make his OCW debut. It’s going to be a great evening inside the ring!
Hood: Yep…no Tony the Spider, no Uber Man…tonight might be pretty fucking decent
Smith: Sounds like Hood’s on board! Let’s not waste any time…let’s head down to ringside for the debut of the very impressive newcomer, Mike Harrison
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Singles Match
Mike Harrison (0-0) vs. John E Depth (0-3)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…The following match is scheduled for one fall!
Fans: ONE FALL!!
Belvedere: Coming to the ring first…
~”Bad Touch” by Bloodhound Gang hits. The crowd boos 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!
~The fans boo as Depth soaks it all in. He feels these people are below him. He makes lude gestures towards some of the ladies in the crowd, which causes the fans go boo louder.~
Smith: Nothing but hate for Depth tonight.
Hood: I don't see why. He produces nothing but cinema gold for these ingrates to watch.
Smith: I wouldn't exactly call porn "cinema gold"...
Hood: And I wouldn't exactly call you a "man" but we're all entitled to our opinions.
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Blackpool, England, weighing in at 185 pounds, Mike Harrison!!
~ 'Psycho' by Muse starts playing over the sound system and Harrison emerges from behind the black curtain. Upon seeing Harrison the crowd springs into life with cheers that echo around the arena. He stops and stretches his arms out wide taking it all in with a smile on his face. A few moments pass and Harrison makes his way down the ramp to the ring and taps the hands of fans along the way. When he reaches the ring he stops and stares intently at the ring, a moment later he slides under the bottom rope and runs towards the corner of the ring and springs up onto the top turnbuckle. He poses for the crowd as the drums midway through the song begin to get into motion and Harrison closes his eyes. After a moment he drops down from the top turnbuckle and readies himself for combat, and the music dies down. Scruff checks Harrison and gives the all clear. He then looks at Depth, checks his pockets, feels that they are empty, shrugs and calls for the bell, starting the match.~
Smith: Why is Scruff only checking Harrison?
Hood: My guess is with him feeling his pockets, Scruff must have forgot his hand sanitizer backstage and doesn't even want to touch Depth.
Smith: Can't say I blame him.
~Depth doesn't waste any time and charges at Harrison. Harrison takes a step forward and captures the oncoming Depth in a bear hug and starts to squeeze. Depth yells out in pain but not for long as the air leaves his lungs. Harrison then flips Depth over his head with a beautiful Belly to Belly suplex. Depth crashes on his back and writhes in pain. Harrison starts to stomp away at the director as the fans cheer! Harrison picks up Depth and boots him in the midsection, causing him to double over. Harrison catches Depth by the head and quickly drops him with a d.d.t. Depth is down on the mat and Harrison get to his feet, turns to the cheering crowd and spreads his arms wide, soaking in the cheers. He is loving this moment.~
Smith: Have we seen Depth ever get in an offensive maneuver, ever?
Hood: I think once, in Outsiders against Guy Cashe.
Smith: You actually watched that?
Hood: I had hopes that they would all be arrested for trespassing, and I didn't want to miss it.
~Harrison makes his way to the corner, looks at Depth and stomps his foot to the mat. The fans cheering gets louder and another stomp. Depth doesn't know what's coming as he slowly makes his way to his feet. Harrison is still stomping the mat and as soon as Depth turns his way, lunges forward with a vicious superkick! Depth is down like a sack of potatoes and Harrison jumps on him for the pin. Scruff gets into position and makes the count.~
One.....
Two.....
THREE!!!
~Scruff calls for the bell as Harrison jumps to his feet and the fans cheer. Scruff raises the young man's hand, who is grinning ear to ear. ~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….MIKE HARRISON!!!!!
Smith: Another Monday and another Depth beat down. Makes you wonder why he even shows up.
Hood: Hey, if Uber Man can beat Emery, Depth can get a win eventually.
Smith: Anything can happen in this business.
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~We cut backstage to find the dark tanned, vivacious blonde Who'Re decked out in a simple little gold dress standing beside the Rebel, Melinda Rhodes, decked out in blue jeans, motorcycle boots, and an OCW licensed black "HELLRAVEN" T-shirt....~
~....Who'Re smiles as she brings the microphone to her lush, full pink lips and proceeds to get on with her job.~
Who'Re: Good evening wrestling fans, Who'Re here alongside "The Rebel" Melinda Rhodes who will be participating in one of two main event matches tonight for the Margarita Mix tournament! Ms. Rhodes, how optimistic are you about your chances of success against two top flight competing teams alongside Vincent Langston?
Rebel: Josie Barnes can be dangerous under the right circumstances. Mike O'Neil is a wildcard with history in multiple promotions and is known as a competent catch-as-catch can wrestler, Saxon Rowe had a real dominant first showing that showcased a real savage streak against Heidi, and Harold "Headliner" Jones could surprise us tonight but I'm not holding my breath. Me and Vincent Langston have been training for the last few days, perfecting our teamwork and getting on the same page. We know our opposition and what we have to do, we've just got to execute our plan and carry it out and if we are able to stick to that plan, Who'Re, honey, I'd say our chances of winning are pretty damn good.
Who'Re: Speaking of Josie Barnes, she had quite the low opinion of you and your capabilities as a wrestler. She said, and I quote,
"Honestly…. Fuck Melinda Rhodes. Never liked the dumb cunt. Coming in, running her mouth, when she is nothing special. I don’t care if she has an Oh Shit contract. God knows that match should not have had that stip on it. God knows none of them earned that shot. Whatever happened to people earning shit here. Oh yeah, it’s long gone when you hire a worthless bitch who can’t handle things, who needs to be on some Xanax. Seriously, the dumb bitch acts like she is God's gift to the ring, more so when comes to violence. She is far from it. There have been plenty of females who have come before her in OCW who have been, myself included. If I really wanted to be rude, I would say something more, but you know what, no sense in it, more so given my past."
~The Rebel shoots a smirk as Who'Re reads off a small card in her hand the exact quotation.~
Rebel: As far as I'm concerned, all Josie is to me is talk. She talks shit on twitter, talks shit in front of a camera, but has not once gotten in my face and made herself worth my time. Compared to her I'm not a Gift from God but God herself and she knows this, otherwise she'd have gotten in my face by now and settled our beef either out of court or via a challenge in the ring long ago. Instead, anytime she sees me coming, she ducks out of sight and keeps her whore mouth shut like a good little girl. The only reason she's in the ring with me tonight is because Marcus Welsh booked it, otherwise she'd keep in her little corner hoping I don't fucking notice her. Josie should thank her lucky stars she's not alone against me tonight because I would fucking humiliate her.
Who'Re: You two have had some animosity over social media-
Rebel: *interrupting* Yeah and it's not worth people's time because when I laid a challenge down, she clammed up real fucking quick. I eventually took it down in the interest of peaceful coexistence. Sad thing is, until recent events, I had nothing but good things to say about Josie Barnyard. Now can we move on from this line of questioning to something more important, like, oh I don't know, Harold Jones stand up Comedy career?
~Who'Re nods her head.~
Who'Re: Actually, he's not a bad stand up comedian. I love going to the local Improv theater in Tampa to watch him perform. He's also kind of cute!
~The Rebel shot her a flat stare. Who'Re splits her lips with a sheepish grin.~
Who'Re: Right right, that's all the time we have! Back to you guys at ringside!!!
~Cut to ringside.~
Smith: Melinda Rhodes appears ready for tonight! That tandem of Rhodes and Langston is dangerous
Hood: Yea, if they can keep from killing each other. Neither person seems all that friendly
Smith: Indeed...can they work together as a team or will they wind up tearing each other apart?
Hood: Let me guess...we'll find out later tonight?!
Smith: Exactly! Until then, however, we have plenty of action including the return of Lukas Emery. Let's head down to ringside to see how Lukas looks after his time away from the ring to deal with his emotional and mental issues
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Lukas Emery (8-5) vs. Shootah (0-3)
~We cut to ringside, where Shootah is already in the ring~
Hood: And now for the human sacrifice portion of our broadcast.
Smith: Oh please, it's not!
Hood: Might as well be! The betting odds in Vegas aren't even for who will win, but wheter or not Shootah is going to be able to walk out of here.
Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, already in the ring, Shootah.
~The fans give a mild reaction, then the lights go out, as "The Animal" by Disturbed begins to play, as Lukas Emery steps out onto the stage. The fans cheer as he makes his way down the ramp, wearing his black sleeveless hooded vest with wrestling tights and boots~
Belvedere: Introducing his opponent, from London, England, Lukas Emery!
~Emery slides into the ring, as he stares a hole into Shootah. The lights go back to normal, as Emery takes off his vest, and the bell rings.~
Smith: Here we go.
~Shootah goes right after Lukas with some right hands. However, they aren't even phasing Emery. Shootah tries again with more right hand shots, but still Emery doesn't budge.~
Lukas Emery: My turn.
~Emery explodes with rights and lefts, causing Shootah to stagger back to the ropes. Lukas irish whips him to the corner, and follows it up with a turnbuckle dropkick. He sends Shootah to the opposite corner, and delivers another dropkick. Lukas sends Shootah to a third corner, and delivers another dropkick. He sends Shootah to the final corner, and delivers the fourth and final dropkick. Shootah stumbles to the middle of the ring, where he gets planted with a spinning sit-out powerbomb~
Smith: We have learned that Lukas calls that new move the Hunt.
Hood: More like the kill as far as Shootah is concerned.
~Instead of going for the cover, Lukas slowly turns and goes over to the turnbuckle and starts to climb to the top~
Smith: It's been a while since we've seen this!
~Lukas leaps off and hits the Light of Emery! He goes for the cover, as the referee slides in to position for the count~
1...
2...
3!!!
Belvedere: Here is your winner, LUKAS EMERY!!!!!
Hood: Aaaaand it's over.
Smith: There was no stopping Emery tonight. He looked more focused than I have seen him in quite a while. We will have to see if this new persona and focus continues.
~Lukas spends no time to celebrate, as he rolls out of the ring and makes his way back up the ramp, as Shootah is still laid out in the ring~
Smith: Alright folks...Lukas with an impressive win as he looks to move back up the rankings in OCW!
Hood: Judging by that performance I'd say he's got a 50/50 shot!
Smith: Way to go out on a limb, Hood
Hood: Well, it was Shootah
Smith: True. Well folks...the Margarita Mix begins later this evening. Let's take a look at the brackets as we prepare for 2018's version of THE MIX
~We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: That's an incredible bracket, Hood. Tremendous talent. Hard to believe that by the end of tonight four teams, eight competitors will be eliminated
Hood: That's how tournaments work
Smith: I know that...just saying
Hood: Let me see those brackets...hmm...I see we're still going with the fruity color scheme this year, whatever. Alright I'm going with Carrington carrying Houston to victory in that one match and then...well it's gotta be Langston and Rhodes, right?
Smith: Not necessarily...I'm picking Heidi and Hellraven in a mild upset and I think The Purple VIP is going to mesh incredible well with The Headliner and they are going to laugh their way into the semis!
Hood: Yea, those picks suck
Smith: They are my picks and I'm sticking with them!
~The lights in the arena start to flicker and a low buzzing sound is heard over the speaker system. The jumbotron flashes and a video clip begins to play.~
~A funeral service is being held inside a small church. A crack in the roof creates a pinhole that allows a ray of light to shine through and create a spotlight on a coffin and the man standing in front of the coffin. There are 5 rows of benches on each side of the room, they are empty except for 2 individuals seated in the front row of each side. Their heads are bowed and we can not see their faces. They listen intently to the man we know as TLS speak. ~
TLS: this is the time for salvation. In order to save your soul you must sacrifice all that you love. I have come to rid you of the arrogance that harbors inside of you. For there shall be no salvation without sacrifice, and there shall be no sacrifice without suffering. I have come to bring the suffering so we can have salvation.
~The two individuals chant together in unison. ~
"He is your salvation. He is the way. He will repair your soul and make it whole again."
TLS: the end of days is upon us and soon the fire will burn. And there will be no water to extinguish the flames. Your soul is dying, you have lost your way. I am your guide, I have come to lead you to your final destination. I am your salvation.....
~The camera pans across the room and now it seems that all the seats are full and the people sitting seem to resemble current and past OCW wrestlers. The camera floats over the coffin and zooms in. We get a quick glimpse of a familiar face on the screen before it cuts out and the screen goes blank. ~
Hood: what kind of crack is he smoking? That made no sense.
Smith: he is the light... he is our salvation. He will save our souls.
Hood: SNAP OUT OF IT MAN!!
Smith: just kidding. Man that was so weird. Did you see the face at the end of the video?
Hood: yeah it looked like Marcus Welsh in that coffin.
Smith: and all those people sitting in that church looking like OCW wrestlers?
Hood: we have to move on to something else. I can't handle this. I dont understand what the fuck just happened..
Smith. He is your salvation. He is the light.....
~The feed cuts backstage to find OCW’s head interviewer, Who'Re, standing next to one of the company’s most recent and promising signings, the youth known simply as Hellraven. As the camera pans in on the pair, a smile dawns on the interviewer’s features, as she addresses the camera~
Who’Re: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, OCW rookie, Hellraven.
~Raven, wearing her own brand-new official t-shirt, gives the camera a curt nod and her usual intense stare, before focusing her attention on Who’Re as she turns to her~
Who’Re: Raven, you’ll be in action later tonight as part of the Margarita Mix tag team tournament, alongside Heidi Thompson, someone a few people seem to think can’t be trusted as a partner. What are your thoughts on Ed Houston’s statement, for example, that she’s going to bring both of you down in this tournament?
~Despite barely giving the interviewer time to finish her question, Hellraven seems strangely calm and collected as she replies~
Hellraven: Y’know, Who'Re, one thing I learned over time is that people like to talk shit. Especially when you got a good thing going. People are always gonna try to cut you down and make you feel like shit. It’s up to you to decide how you’re gonna deal with it. It’s up to you to decide if you’re gonna let ‘em do it, or if you’re gonna tell ‘em to shove it and do your own thing. I’ve made my choice. If everybody wants to shit talk my partner, let ‘em; I trust Heidi, and ‘till she gives me a reason not to trust her, that’s how’s it’s gonna be. If people don’t like it, they’re gonna have to deal. And that’s that.
~With that, the young blonde walks off, leaving the interviewer to wrap up the segment and send the broadcast back to ringside.~
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Singles Match
Muffes the Bunny (4-5) vs. Roach (2-2)
~The camera comes back to ringside to find Roach and Muffles circling in the ring. The only problem is, Muffles still seems to be blindly wandering while Roach slowly follows his movements. The referee motions for the bell.~
Smith: Sorry about that, folks. It seems we ran long backstage and missed the intros for this match
Hood: Or…OR is this a trial run by the people in charge to see if the fans care? If they do not…could we see the END of ring entrances?
Smith: NEVER
*DING DING DING*
Smith: And here we go! Two competitors who really need a win tonight
Hood: C’mon Roach! Never thought I’d hear myself cheering for a roach. Sounds like something that gypsy witch would do
~Muffles feels out through the air, the sowed eye-holes of his mask making vision impossible. Roach grins and pulls out a lighter and a hand rolled marijuana joint, which he happily lights with only a few flicks of his lighter. He takes a big puff and snickers at his blind opponent.~
Smith: I know Muffles is still blind from Lost at Sea…but perhaps Roach should be taking this a little more seriously
Hood: Yea I mean by smoking that joint he’s going to basically give his position away
Smith: You think Muffles can smell through that mask?
Hood: Of course!
~Muffles moves closer to the referee, Puff, who clearly wants no part of the homicidal rabbit! Roach lowers down to a seat on in his corner on the second pad as he watches the rabbit get his hands on Puff, who cries out and screams, "IT'S NOT ME!! MUFFLES NO!!!"~
Smith: Okay I think we can confirm that Muffles cannot smell through that head gear
Hood: That OR Puff smells worse than Roach’s joint
Smith: You think Puff has some intense body odor?
Hood: Well he is grossly overweight and moving around…so I’d wager he’s sweating pretty heavily in there…heavily
Smith: Stop
~He suddenly goes all out on the attack, beating Puff down and driving him into a corner! Several strikes, Rabbit punches in particular, until Puff falls back in the corner where he's brutally attacked by a barrage of Lariats, dropping Puff to a seat in the corner. Puff falls to a seat, dazed and confused. Muffles takes Puff by the arm, twists him into a tight wrist lock and signals to the crowd.....~
Smith: Puff getting more than he bargained for!
Hood: And this is why Puff only works a handful of nights out of the year. He’s so odorous that the wrestlers have to kick his ass
Smith: Puff is smelly…that’s the new narrative
Hood: Sounds like it!
~...Then pulls him in for the IL TAV ID RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE! Puff is laid out unconscious from the blow and Muffles throws his fists into the air. During all of that, Roach had dropped out of the ring and gathered up a spare folding chair by the time keeper's table. While the blind Muffles celebrates in the ring, Roach rolls back inside, steel chair in hand with a blazing joint in the other.~
Smith: Muffles showing the world how important vision is for a professional wrestler
Hood: Yes, it certainly helps to have two functioning eyes…remember that Lance Savage guy?
Smith: He had one eye
Hood: Yea and, like, one win to go along with it
~Roach rushes in from behind and bowls Muffles over with a devastating chair shot hitting with enough force to sound louder than a gunshot in the crowd. The Rabbit hits the canvas, where Roach proceeds to hammer him with chair shot after chair shot to the back, dropping him each time he tries to get up.~
Smith: And this one could end right here…if we had a ref
Hood: Scruff gets one match off and look what happens. I can’t believe I work for a company where SCRUFF is the lone competent employee at his position
Smith: Welcome to 2018
~Roach tosses the chair aside and gathers Muffles up by his mask, only to get the blunt slapped out of his mouth and Muffles to shove him back. Roach falls back with the sound of a rip. When he hits the canvas, he notices a piece of cotton mask in his hand and looks up to see a light colored eye staring at him from out of a newly formed eye-hole of Muffle's mask. The wrinkle of that eye gave away that the demented Rabbit is indeed smiling.~
Smith: Roach has inadvertently given Muffles new life in this match!
Hood: Dude, Muffles just destroyed Roach’s afternoon delight
Smith: It’s way past the afternoon around here, Hood. I’d go so far as to say we’re in the evening hours
Hood: Okay his evening…I got nothing
~With a shrug, Roach rolls towards his chair, gathers it up and goes for a fake out high strike that turns into a gut shot, but Muffles catches the chair and violently headbutts Roach off his feet! Roach promptly gets right back to his feet only to eat a chair warping chair shot that drops him right to the canvas next to his lit doobie~
Smith: Vicious headbutt by The Bunny!
Hood: You see, if Roach had been allowed to finish his smoke he probably would have been able to withstand that butting of heads
Smith: I will not advocate drug use. Which, speaking of…makes me wonder how Roach is passing drug tests when he’s CLEARLY using drugs on live television
Hood: We have a strict don’t ask, don’t tell policy around here, Smith
Smith: Okay, whatever that means…but Roach was clearly telling EVERYONE with STARZ that he’s on drugs
~Muffles gathers the doobie and Roach up and pulls his stunned foe into a standing headscissor, then yanks his shirt up and drives the still burning marijuana joint into Roach's back! Roach cries out in pain as the burning smoke is ground into his flesh.~
Smith: And that could leave a mark!
Hood: Who knew Muffles was so into D.A.R.E.
Smith: That’s quite the leap of assumption you’re making
Hood: He’s destroying narcotics and beating up ‘supposed’ users…who else do you think this guy is working for, huh?
Smith: SUPPOSED?! You must be as blind as the bunny!
~He then whips Roach up onto his shoulders and savagely powerbombs him straight down on the steel chair! Roach arches his back and then falls very still. Now clearly able to see, Muffles kicks the chair out of the ring, then grabs the dazed Puff and drags him over to Roach~
Smith: I think Muffles is ready to call it a night
Hood: As is Roach, apparently
Smith: And Puff
Hood: Don’t forget Roach’s joint
Smith: Ah yes, forgive me…how dare I fail to mention DRUGS on the OCW broadcast for the eleventieth time
~From there, Muffles does the BUNNY HOP DANCE AND ELBOW DROP straight into a pinfall on roach! Grabbing the nearby ref's hand he slaps it down on the canvas.~
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTTHHHRREEEE!!!
*DING DING DING*
Belvedere: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL.... MMMMMMMMMMMUUUUFFFFLLLLLEEEEESSSS THA' BBBBBUUUUUNNNNNYYYY!!!!
Smith: Muffles with, I guess a recognized pinfall here tonight
Hood: Fastest I’ve ever seen Puff’s arm move
Smith: Right
~Muffle's theme hit's the PA system and the demented Rabbit runs his fingers over the ripped hole in his mask, seemingly laughing in unhinged fashion....~
Smith: Right well he’s certifiable
Hood: He’s a grown man in a bunny suit…what did you expect? Tea and fucking crumpets while discussing NATO and other world affairs?
Smith: I don’t know what I expected, honestly. I’m not sure what I expect from this company anymore
Hood: I expect less Alice Knight and more Matt Meyhu!
Smith: No shock there…anyway, a much needed win for Muffles and a very disappointing effort by Roach. You have to think management is beginning to lose faith in Roach
Hood: Yep…he might actually fail a drug test in the next week or so
Smith: I would think he’d most definitely pass a legitimate drug test. But seeing as how I’ve never been drug tested around here I doubt we even test for narcotics
Hood: Oh, we do…I’ve been tested
Smith: Really? Urine sample? Blood work? Hair sample?
Hood: Nope. You just walk in and they ask if you do drugs. It’s pretty straight forward
Smith: Well that’s just GREAT!
~Backstage, Richard is hustling at the merchandise stand. All of a sudden, A hooded and sullen looking Bob Grenier slowly makes his way to the table. He looks Richard in the eye and turns his head sideways ever so slightly to avoid eye contact~
Richard: Bob! My dude.. You look very rough, Have you slept lately?
~Bob does not say a word. They share another weird glance and Bob looks down at his feet.~
Richard: We’re friends, Best friends. You've taught me so much about life and wrestling and the health benefits of Marijuana. I respect you more than anyone in this company. You can tell me what's wrong.
Bob: Tim and Jack turned on me. My wife left, She's taking all parental rights away from me, before my child is even fucking born. I've lost to Vargas, Meyhu, Zybala and Alice this month. I'm not living up to my hall of fame status. I'm a worthless piece of shit who just can't win. Topping it all off is the fact that my tag team partner for the Margarita Mix is nowhere to be found. Have you seen him?
Richard: I haven't seen Tony in like 2 weeks dude. He made me head of merchandise and split it seems. He did leave a note though!
~Richard takes a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to Bob, who continues to look lost and forlorn. Bob slowly unfolds the paper and reads a message that seems to confuse him.~
“WHO WILL SAVE YOUR SOUL?”
~Bob reads the message about 5 more times before he shoves the piece of paper in his pocket. He walks away slowly with his Hood still up and his hands jammed in his pockets.~
Smith: A lot of soul searching this evening
Hood: Yes, it's that time of the month...or, well, cycle. We're far enough from Lost at Sea that it's no longer relevant and we're getting close enough to Mayhem on the Midway that shit needs to get going
Smith: Yes...the build for Mayhem on the Midway has been almost non existent over the past few weeks. It's as though our GM cares very little about this event.
Hood: Well it was created by that nutcase Zybala so how could he? The damn thing is liable to be a disaster!
~"Party Hard" hits the speakers and Zybala walks out from behind the curtain as the fans cheer. He makes his way to the ring. He high fives fans on the way then enters the ring. Pulling out a microphone from his back pocket, he signals the music to stop then addresses the crowd.~
Zybala: You know, lately I've been trying my best to come up with ideas, any ideas, that Welsh won't veto. It's tough to be honest. He's like a child that doesn't want to eat their broccoli. I've tried good ideas, great ideas, hell I've even tried asking nicely with pleases and everything. Nothing has worked. But on my way to the show tonight, I came up with something that I'm ninety nine percent sure will work. Let me give it a try in a bit, but business first.
Marcus! I had a conversation with Jimbo and he wants us to sign a contract for our Mayhem on the Midway match next week. So you have a week to come up with the match stip, as long as its one on one. No handicapped matches or gauntlets or some shit like that. Now onto my idea.
I think that next week should also be Matt Meyhu appreciation night! We give him the air time after the main event just to show how much we care about him being our champion. We'll have balloons and streamers and thirteen dollar bills falling from the ceiling. All of it to show off your champion. And to sweeten the deal, not only will I pay for it out of my own pocket, but I will also leave the building after you and I sign our contract. Hell, if you want, you make our signing happen the very first thing in the show. That way I can leave right after and you have not only a Zybala free right, but also a chance for your champ to gloat as the show goes off the air. What do you think about that?!
~Zybala waits patiently. Marcus Welsh emerges from behind the curtain to a strong negative reaction. He’s unfazed~
Marcus Welsh: How can someone like you afford to pay for an event as grand as Matt Meyhu Appreciate Night? Ed Houston appreciation night I’d understand. But Matt Meyhu appreciation night…c’mon, Mike. I know we’re not friends but let me give you some advice – don’t take out a loan and some new credit cards to pull this off. It’s only going to make your woeful financial situation that much worse.
~The crowd boos. Zybala doesn’t really seem to care. He’s got money therefore jokes about finances roll right off his back~
Marcus Welsh: It is a shame that you sound so disheartened about seeing all these apparent ‘great’ ideas you’ve come up with get shot down. What was the one about Tony the Spider competing for the OCW Championship again?
~The crowd pops, much to Welsh’s chagrin~
Marcus Welsh: Oh what the fuck do you people know…if I left the booking up to all of you The Uber Man would be headlining Mayhem on the Midway.
~A loud “UBER” chant is heard. Zybala chants along with the fans. Welsh is finally starting to break~
Marcus Welsh: THAT’S ENOUGH
Mike Zybala: Whoa, calm down, Marcus…you’re going to give yourself a heart attack. And, if you did kill over, you know what that means…
~Zybala smiles. Welsh realizes that any prolonged illness would result in Zybala taking charge of OCW. He makes a mental note of the fact~
Mike Zybala: It is interesting you brought up the OCW Title because I had a great idea for a #1 Contenders Match next week. You see…we could have…
Marcus Welsh: VETOED
Mike Zybala: You didn’t even let me finish!
Marcus Welsh: I didn’t have to, Mike. But, I do agree that we should have a #1 Contenders Match next week…and I think it should be a Triple Threat. The first participant will be Mack O’Connor.
~The crowd pops~
Mike Zybala: That’s a solid choice. Another solid choice would be…
Marcus Welsh: VETOED
~BOOOOOOO goes the crowd~
Marcus Welsh: The second competitor will be Alice Knight!
~The crowd goes wild~
Hood: Well that fucking sucks
Smith: OH MY GOSH! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? THAT JUST MADE MY KNIGHT…WITH A K!
Mike Zybala: Alright, Welsh…you win, let us hear who the third competitor…EDHOUSTON!
~Zybala says Ed’s name so unsuspectingly fast that Welsh doesn’t have a chance to veto it. The crowd goes WILD! A “HOUSTON” chant fills the arena. Welsh realizes he has no chance of vetoing this decision~
Marcus Welsh: You want Ed in that match?
~The crowd responds with a unanimous “FUCK YES!”~
Marcus Welsh: FINE! You can HAVE Ed Houston in that match!
Smith: Wow! A #1 Contender Triple Threat Match next week between Mack O’Connor, Alice Knight, and Ed Houston!
Hood: It better be Mack
~Zybala is smiling, feeling pretty good~
Marcus Welsh: And I will take you up on that offer, Mike. Contract signing at the beginning of the event giving the entire OCW community a Zybala free evening! And if this stupid match must go on…I don’t really see the point…but if it must, I’ll have a stipulation by next week. Until then, go superkick something backstage…or whatever. Just stay out of my way and quit trying to blackmail me.
Mike Zybala: Blackmail?
~Zybala and the crowd seem confused~
Marcus Welsh: Recorded conversations and voice mails? Don’t play coy with me, Zybala…I know you’re up to something and I will not have it! Do you hear me? I will not have it!
~Welsh drops the mic. It makes a very loud and rude THUD which bothers the audience. Even Zybala winces. Welsh exits the stage. Zybala remains in the ring. He looks out to the crowd. They begin to chant for him. He continues firing them up as we cut to the announce team~
Smith: You have to give it to our Commissioner, he knows how to vivify an arena!
Hood: I don’t have to give that fucker ANYTHING
Smith: Interesting note about the black mail
Hood: Yea, I’ve heard rumors someone is playing mind games with Welsh. First his missing phone at Lost at Sea…then last week a recorded message…it’s got to be Zybala.
Smith: That doesn’t sound like him, though
Hood: Oh please…the guy has weaseled his way into this gig, hasn’t he? He’s one sneaky mother fucker
Smith: Perhaps…the biggest news from all of that is a #1 Contenders Match! Former OCW Champions Alice Knight and Mack O’Connor will compete along with current OCW Craze Champion Ed Houston for a shot at Matt Meyhu and his OCW Championship at Mayhem on the Midway!
Hood: As I said…it’s gotta be Mack. BACK THE MACK
Smith: It should be a great match…one I simply cannot wait to see!
~Massacre cuts to a brief highlight clip of last week’s match featuring Andrea Hernandez and Jack Puffer. The fans cheer this highlight clip, particularly toward the end when Andrea ultimately nails her Sky High maneuver for the victory in front of a raving crowd. After this clip comes to an end, the show fades in on Andrea herself in the locker room. Her presence draws even more cheers from the fans and of course, she’s in a great mood herself as she speaks her mind.~
Andrea: Last week here on Massacre, I made my debut here in OCW and I have to say that it was a great thrill for me. Being out there was enough of an adrenaline rush in its own right, but hearing the fans out there cheer louder and louder for me as the match went on was simply an incredible feeling and hey, getting the win on top of that helps also. I may not have a match tonight, but coming out of last week, the two things that I can say more than anything right now is that I know that my game is going to be at an even higher level here in OCW and that last week was simply just the beginning. I’ve taken some notice on what’s going on around here. I’ve gotten a look at some of the big players in this company. They’re impressive, don’t get me wrong… but I’m not intimidated by them because I know that someday, I’ll be one of the big players here too.
~Andrea pauses to collect her thoughts a little more before she continues to speak.~
Andrea: I know, that’s some big talk for someone that just walked in the door which is ironic because some of the stuff I’ve heard is about how I’m an “under the radar” signing. I’ve been asked why I’m under the radar and the honest truth is? That’s just the way I like it. I used to hate it, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve learned how to embrace it. I don’t need to be one of those people that goes out to the ring and takes 15 minutes to talk about how great they are. I don’t need to be one of those wrestlers that runs their mouths about stuff that they know little about. I don’t go out there focused on being a headliner. I go out there and let what I do in that ring do all of the talking and last week was the quintessential example of that. But at the same time… I’m not someone that sits on her laurels. I don’t settle for less than what I am worth. So, I’m going to say this…
Put me up against anyone: a big name, a small name, a main eventer, someone who wrestles the first match… it doesn’t matter. No opponent intimidates me and I could care less about who they are or what their status is in this company. Anyone take offense to that? Great. Face me in the ring and try to shut me up if you do because if last week proved anything… it’s that Andrea Hernandez isn’t going anywhere anytime soon and week in and week out, you’ll see the very best of me… exclusively here… in OCW!
~Andrea gives off a bit of a confident chuckle as she hears more cheers from the fans. She walks out of the locker room, cuing the scene to fade to black.~
Smith: Andrea Hernandez...I see big things in her future here in OCW
Hood: Yea she looked great last week...although it was against Puffer
Smith: Well I'm sure she'll get a bigger test very soon. But if last week was any indication, she'll continue to impress and move up the OCW ladder
Hood: Sure, sure
Smith: Anyway...it's MIX time! Let's head down to ringside to find out who will emerge victorious in the first of two triple threat tag team Mix match ups!
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Margarita Mix – Round 1
Ed Houston © (10-5) & Bradley Carrington (10-5) vs. Heidi (1-1) & Hellraven (1-0) vs. Amelia Emery (1-0) & Slappy McGoo (0-0)
~We cut to the ring. The lights in the arena suddenly shift. We go from our traditional red and black to THE MARGARITA MIX COLORS. The crowd goes wild! A light shines upon the top of the ramp, displaying the 2018 Margarita Mix Trophy. A ‘MIX’ chant begins. It is instantly quelled by the clearing of Belvedere’s golden voice~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time to begin the first round of the 2018 Margarita Mix!! The Mix will begin with a triple threat tag team match up. The winning team will advance into the second round. Introducing first…
~The lights kick out in the arena as we hear a quarter enter a slot and a Mario-style coin beep before an 8-Bit version of Stan Lee himself exclaims…~
~With a blast, "This Will Be The Day" by Jeff Williams feat. Casey Lee Williams hits the PA system as Slappy McGoo comes hop stepping his way out onto the stage with Levi Russow in tow...Levi pats him on the back and Slappy nervously lumbers towards the ring. He cautiously steps over the ropes, walks to the corner, takes a knee, and starts praying~
Belvedere: From Kickapoo, Missouri…standing 6’9 and weighing in at 355lbs…Slappy McGoo!!!
~The opening rift to "Wings of a Butterfly" blares over the sound system as Amelia Emery makes her way out onto the stage. She poses for the crowd before making her way down the ramp~
Belvedere: And, introducing his tag team partner. Making her way to the ring, from London, England...Amelia Emery!
~Amelia slides into the ring and poses for the crowd. She heads into her corner and stands by Slappy, patting him on the back as he continues to pray~
Smith: That sure is an interesting team…beauty and the beast comparisons are abound, I’m sure
Hood: You think Slappy is good looking?
Smith: Stop
~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: Introducing next…first, from Helena, Montana…standing 5’3 and weighing in at 107lbs…Heidi!!
~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 while awaiting the arrival of the final team~
Belvedere: And her partner, from Tokyo, Japan…standing 5’7 and weighing in at 130lbs…Hellraven!!!
Smith: This union has been a long time coming for these two. I’m very excited to see what they can do
Hood: Couple of bad bitches
Smith: Please…can you clean it up a bit when referencing the ladies?
Hood: Couple of bad broads?
Smith: That…well, I guess that’s better
Belvedere: And…their opponents!
~"The Greatest Man That Ever Lived" by Weezer begins to play. Bradley Carrington steps onto the stage, wearing a grey t shirt that says "Carrington" in red letters on it, the 'C' has a graduate cap over it. He is reading a copy of his book: "Being the Best at Everything, the Bradley Carrington Story". He pauses, as if he is moved by his own writing, before closing the book and walking towards the ring. As he approaches the ring, he picks a fan in the front row, signs the book, and hands it to them. He jumps onto the ring apron, climbs in between the ropes, and poses for photos from his adoring fan. He removes his t shirt and appears ready for competition. He remains in his corner, keeping his distance from the other four competitors~
Belvedere: From Ithaca, New York…standing six feet tall and weighing in at 205lbs…he is the 2017 OCW Newcomer of the Year…he is “The Professor” Bradley Carrington!!!
~The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. Rocket Man starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. He stops by fans in the crowd and high fives them. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he waves to the crowd. The fans are going crazy for Houston…he removes his Craze Title and holds it high in the air to a huge ovation~
Belvedere: And his tag team partner…from Miami, Florida…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 175lbs…he is the OCW Craze Champion…he is…Ed Houston!!!
Smith: Ed Houston and Bradley Carrington joining forces tonight. There’s no doubt they have the talent to take this all the way…the only question is will they have the chemistry
Hood: Ed hasn’t written any books recently, has he?
Smith: Negative
Hood: Then, they should be fine
~Ed removes his Craze Title and hands it to Belvedere, giving the most professional man in the company a hearty pat on the back. Belvedere exits the ring with Ed’s title. Hellraven rises from her position and places her stern gaze upon each opponent, sizing them up. Slappy finishes praying and is ready to go. All three teams take a minute to figure out who will start. The bell rings while they are working things out~
Smith: You have to say Carrington and Houston are the favorites…I mean that’s obvious given the history. But…it’s far from a lock.
Hood: Hopefully Carrington starts the match and never has to tag Mr. NASA Flunky into the ring
Smith: Ed is one of two champions in this company…I think it would be to their team’s benefit if he got involved
Hood: If you say so. I’m with you, though…this match could go to either team…and as a fan of CORNELL, I hate admitting that
Smith: Do you know where Cornell is located?
Hood: Sure I do…somewhere over there
Smith: Over where?
Hood: You know, over there
Smith: Right. Well I’m excited to see how this one turns out…this tournament was designed to be tough. Whoever emerges will have definitely earned it.
~Amelia remains in the ring. Slappy stands on the outside. Carrington refuses to discuss things, heading to the apron. Houston shrugs, cool with starting the match off. Heidi remains in the ring for her team, eager for redemption. Heidi doesn’t waste any time, she sprints straight for Ed, attacking him with feral fervor~
Smith: The belligerent Heidi is ready for action! She suffered an unfortunate encounter with the ring post last week which cost her a shot at defeating Saxon Rowe
Hood: Bitch is crazy!
Smith: She has an attitude, there is no denying that
~Amelia remains composed, in her corner, eyeing the action. Houston finally slides his upper body through the ropes, looking for a break. Scruff administers a count. Heidi backs away. Houston starts to place his body back into the ring. Heidi sprints for the ropes…she bounces off and leaps at Houston with a Lou Thesz Press! But Ed catches her! He’s trying to drop her with a Spinebuster, but Heidi manages to hook Ed’s head. She pulls back and drops Ed with a DDT! The crowd starts to cheer for Heidi and her tattoos~
Smith: Hail Heidi!
Hood: Since when did you join the Reich
Smith: That is VERY offensive
Hood: I’m not the one in the club
~Heidi returns to her feet, fired up. She’s immediately hit with a dropkick to the back of the head from Amelia! Heidi stumbles into a nearby corner. She turns around, wincing. Amelia charges forward and lifts a knee into Heidi’s face. She holds onto Heidi’s head and sprints forward, dropping her with a bulldog next to Ed Houston. Amelia pops back to her feet, maintaining her focus. Ed is returning to his feet. Amelia throws a spinning mule kick into Ed’s belly. Houston stumbles into the ropes. Amelia charges forward and leaps at Ed with a crossbody! The move and momentum take both competitors over the top rope, bumping off the apron before crashing to the outside~
Smith: Amelia getting lost in the heat of combat might have done herself more harm than she intended
Hood: That’s what happens when you wrestle once every two months…by the time you get back into the ring you’re CRAZY
Smith: Is this just another way for you to call women crazy?
Hood: Dude, stop generalizing. You’re so sexist
~Heidi returns to her feet. She looks around, finding the ring to be empty. She quickly locates Ed and Amelia who have returned to their feet. She runs into the ropes…the fans rise…she sprints across the ring and somersaults over the top rope, landing on both Ed and Amelia with a Senton!!! The crowd goes wild!! She takes them both down and lands with minimal impact. She returns to her feet, fired up~
Smith: Great athleticism by Heidi! She’s reckless but, sometimes, that works
Hood: Hey, be you…even if you is a crazy, tattooed woman
Smith: Indeed!
~Heidi snares Amelia and tosses her back into the ring. She hops onto the apron. Amelia is on her back, near the center. Heidi leaps up, balances on the top rope and springboards off with an elbow right across the throat!! Amelia kicks her legs in pain, holding her windpipe. Heidi returns to her feet and tags in Hellraven! The crowd pops. Hellraven rushes through the ropes, into the ring. Heidi snares Amelia. Hellraven runs into the ropes. Heidi waits, timing it perfectly. She leaps up, placing her knees into Amelia’s back. Hellraven lunges forward with a lariat…she hits the lariat right as Heidi pulls back with a Backstabber into Amelia’s back!! The crowd cheers! Amelia appears out! Heidi rolls out of the ring. Hellraven hooks both legs…Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!
Smith: Amelia Emery will not be denied…not now, anyway
Hood: Damn, I thought that was it. Killer combo
Smith: Indeed…Heidi and Hellraven showing that they are on the same page!
~Hellraven returns to her feet. The crowd rises…it distracts her. She isn’t sure what they are reacting to. Behind her we see Ed on the apron…he’s poised…he leaps up, springboarding off the top rope…Hellraven turns around and is belted by a flying forearm!!! The impact sends her tumbling backward, over her head, through the ropes, to the floor. Ed pops to his feet…the crowd is going wild. Amelia is on the mat, still hurt from Heidi and Hellraven’s double team. Bradley extends his arm and urges Ed to tag him in~
Smith: A bit of inexperience on Hellraven’s part. She got caught up in the crowd reaction and neglected to locate Ed
Hood: I just wish Ed would stop acting so damn selfish and let The Professor into the match!
Smith: Oh please, the only reason he wants in the ring is because he has an advantage
Hood: How dare you speak about the Professor in such a way!
~Houston tags in Carrington. The Professor steps through the ropes with confidence bordering on arrogance – okay, let’s just call it full blown arrogance. He struts over toward Amelia who is on all fours, slowly recovering. Carrington snares her by the hair, yanking the female Emery to her feet. He jerks back on her hair and snares her head, in position for a reverse DDT. He suddenly lets her go…it becomes apparent she bit him. Carrington looks at the fleshy part under his bicep with shock. He glares at Amelia and charges. She backs up toward the ropes and pulls down on the top rope. The Professor tumbles over the top rope, landing on the apron. He’s quickly back to his feet, grabbing Amelia by the hair yet again. However Hellraven appears behind him, yanking his feet out from under! He falls, slamming his face into the apron and staggering back against the barricade. The crowd goes wild~
Smith: And The Professor is the one being taken to school!
Hood: How long have you been sitting on that line?
Smith: Not as long as you’d think
~Hellraven throws some vicious kicks into the chest of Carrington, keeping him pinned against the barricade. Each kids hits with a tremendous THUD. The crowd counts along. They reach seven before Hellraven ceases. Carrington falls to one knee, pummeled. Hellraven throws a roundhouse kick, drilling Carrington in the side of the head! He falls to the floor. Hellraven takes a moment to soak in the crowd’s appreciation. This allows Amelia a chance to stand, on the apron, poised. She leaps off at Hellraven, looking for a Hurricanrana! But Hellraven holds on and turns the hurricanrana attempt into a boston crab! The crowd is fully behind Hellraven at this point. Amelia squirms around in pain as Hellraven cranks back, applying tremendous pressure~
Smith: Look at Hellraven! She gets better and better with each match. She’s a prodigy!
Hood: Whoa, whoa…pump the brakes, alright? Let’s not give her Wrestler of the Year just yet
Smith: I’m just saying…her demeanor is so precocious. She’s gonna be a star!
Hood: Blah
~Scruff begins to count. He yells one and two and so on. Hellraven continues to crank the Boston Crab, enjoying the pain she’s forcing upon Amelia. Scruff yells out SIX. Hellraven seems way too focused on what she’s doing. She doesn’t seem aware of what’s going on. Carrington, however, is alert to Scruff’s counting. He slides in right after Scruff yells SEVEN! The crowd starts to urge Hellraven to pay attention to what’s going on inside the ring~
Smith: C’mon, kid! Get back in that ring!
Hood: Damn, she must really hate the Emery family
Smith: It’s not that…she’s just so focused on what she’s doing. It’s her inexperience…she may be a prodigy but some lessons need to be experienced
Hood: Looks like an easy win for Carrington and that weird NASA drop out
~Scruff yells out EIGHT! The crowd screams at Hellraven. Scruff yells NINE! Finally, Hellraven drops Amelia’s legs and looks at Scruff, who has nine fingers extended. He’s about to yell for a ten count. Hellraven leaps for the apron and slides in just before the ten count! The crowd goes wild. Carrington heads over to stomp on Hellraven, but she returns to her feet, quickly. Carrington backs away and tags Ed into the match~
Smith: Thank goodness!
Hood: So Amelia is out, right?
Smith: No
Hood: What? She can just take a nap on the outside for however long and be fine?
Smith: This isn’t an elimination match, Hood. It wouldn’t make any sense
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Houston looks at Carrington, wondering why he doesn’t want to MIX it up some more. Carrington ignores Ed’s quizzical gaze. So, Houston shrugs and hops into the ring, over the top rope. Hellraven tags in Heidi while all of this is going on. The crowd yells HAIL HEIDI! She hops over the top rope, into the ring. She springs alongside Hellraven, taking Ed down with a double clothesline! The crowd cheers! Hellraven heads back to their corner, stepping through the ropes and standing on the apron. Heidi stomps on Houston a few times, keeping him down~
Smith: This union of Hellraven and Heidi is extremely formidable
Hood: That would not have happened if Ed hadn’t been so selfish and let Carrington finish the match
Smith: Carrington tagged Ed into the match!
Hood: Well, that’s one man’s opinion
~Amelia slides into the ring, sight unseen. She reaches over and tags Slappy! The crowd has an ‘ooohhhh shit’ response. Slappy enters the ring, somewhat tentatively. Heidi feels the ring shake. She turns and sees the giant man slowly approaching~
Smith: And Slappy McGoo is in the ring! He looks, well, timid
Hood: The hell is wrong with this guy! Kick her ass, Slappy!
Smith: I’m not sure it’s within his nature
Hood: Well then he needs to find a new career
~Heidi, picking up on Slappy’s tentative nature, finds weakness. She approaches Slappy and starts shoving him, talking shit. The crowd has a reaction that sounds like “Oh no, don’t do that.” Ed sits up, watching what’s taking place~
Smith: You might want to keep from doing that, Heidi
Hood: It’s a wrestling match! She’s trying to win…can’t believe I’m actually taking her side
Smith: She’s growing on you
Hood: Like one of her hideous tattoos!
~Heidi slaps McGoo across the face. He takes it and lowers his head. She backhands him across the face, again, he takes it. Ed crabwalks into his corner, unsure of what to do~
Smith: Ed’s seen enough of NatGeo to know how this ends
Hood: Stop it…you’re making me miss Shark Week
~Heidi spits in Slappy’s face. She says a few derogatory remarks. She takes off for the ropes, bounces off and leaps through the air. Slappy catches her and drills her into the mat with a Spinebuster! Ed quickly tags in Carrington. Bradley looks around, nervous. Ed rolls out of the ring. Carrington looks down at Ed, pissed. Slappy stands over Heidi. Carrington sees an opportunity. He enters the ring and sprints toward Slappy. McGoo, though, turns around and SPEARS Carrington to the mat!! He repeatedly slams Carrington into the mat afterward! The fans have turned…they are cheering the untamed passion and anger of Slappy McGoo~
Smith: What an impressive athlete! Who can beat this man when he’s in this frame of mind?
Hood: So the key is to not fight the guy if you want to beat him?
Smith: Maybe?
Hood: That sounds complicated
~Slappy grabs Carrington. He grabs Heidi. He lifts them both into the air for double flapjacks. He tosses them up, catches them and drops them both with a High Impact DDT into the mat!! They are out! We see Amelia hop off the apron…she hurries over and takes Hellraven’s legs out. Hellraven lands roughly on the outside. Amelia sprints around the ring, stepping up on the ring steps, flying through the air and tackling Ed. McGoo sits down, in between Carrington and Heidi. He places an arm on each competitor’s chest. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners…the team of…AMELIA EMERY & SLAPPY MCGOO!!!!!
Smith: Slappy was unleashed and won the match for his team! I’d call that an upset!
Hood: No shit…Ed and The Professor…the team of Hellraven and Heidi…neither advance
Smith: Welcome to OCW…the place where you have to earn your success. Tough luck for Hellraven, she put forth a heck of an effort. Same for Ed…but he will leave with bigger things on the horizon, potentially
Hood: Fucking Ed…guy never wins unless his title is on the line. Sounds like he coasts through most of his matches to me!
Smith: I strongly disagree…Ed fought hard tonight
~Amelia enters the ring and calms Slappy down. She’s able to get him out of the ring and up the ramp without further incident. Hellraven enters the ring to check on Heidi. The Professor exits and ignores Ed, who seems frustrated~
Smith: I doubt we’ll be seeing another reuniting of The Professor and Ed…oh well
Hood: Good, Carrington doesn’t need that dead weight holding him back
Smith: Right...anyway, let's take a look at the updated brackets!
~We find Vincent Langston seated upon the floor of a private locker room meditating. He is in a kneeling position with his fingers outstretched, humming softly as he focuses his thoughts in an effort to ease his mind and prepare himself to avoid any unpleasant setbacks. He finishes and stands up, heading out the door as Melinda Rhodes walks down the hall towards him~
~The Rebel is prepped and ready, decked out in full ring gear. Despite the hint of an unhealthy pallor to her tattooed flesh, her eyes are steely and her stance firm and steady. She has the look of a woman ready to go to war.~
Rebel: How are you holding up, Vinnie?
~Langston looks over at Melinda, noting that she's set for action tonight. He pounds his fist into his other hand.~
Langston: In one piece, and ready to fight. The doctors give you a release to wrestle tonight?
~She gave a thumbs up and a smirk.~
Rebel: I gave 'em the old "Either you let me wrestle or ya' get your ass kicked by a sick bitch who's more than you can handle, Doc." To be honest though, the way I feel reminds me of the good old days where 90% of my time was spent on highways between gigs, only stopping to eat tuna and take four hour naps.
~Langston laughs at the thought of it.~
Langston: Mine was spread-out naps and MRE's. But I get your point. These guys won't know what hit them tonight. We will break that clown Harold in half and leave Barnes without a teammate. Then you take out Rowe, and I'll pin his spineless partner.
~Mel nods her head.~
Rebel: Just remember to watch your breathing and pace yourself. Josie's a cardio freak in the ring, as is Rowe. Don't let them wind you or get gassed out. You can't control the match if you're sucking air into your lungs.
~She crosses her arms over her chest.~
Langston: That's what I've got you for. Keep the match, and me, in control. You just keep an eye out for the blindside. Rowe looks like he'd be willing to do anything to make sure his team wins. But if we're ready for the ambush tactics, there will be nothing he can do to stop us. Oh, this is going to be a glorious fight, I can feel it....
~Langston smiles. It is not a smile you would ever want to see from anyone standing close to you.~
Rebel: Damn skippy!
~She raises her hand along with his and they hit a fist bump and hand explosion gesture.~
Rebel: Saxon may be the sickest boy in this match, but this ain't survival of the sickest, it's survival of the best, brightest, and baddest OCW has to offer. Who's that trifecta?!
Rhodes & Langston: WWWEEE AAAARRREEE!!!
~Big Vinnie slams his fists into his chest and then he and Mel leap at each other with a chest bump before heading down the hallway.~
Rebel: LEGENDARY TRIFECTA! WWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
~Mel gives a little fist pump in the air just as the camera cuts back to ringside.~
~American Bad Ass from Kid Rock booms over the PA system as two very lovely ladies in short, tight fitting dresses slowly strut their stuff out from the back. The dresses are so tight that it’s pushing their very tanned and busty breasts up and almost out. Here’s to wardrobe malfunctions! They stop and pause. They smile. They turn and hold their arms out like they are Vanna towards the entrance.~
Smith: What? What is going on here?
Hood: I heard a rumor that we might….OH MY GOD!
Smith: Is that?
Hood: It is! It’s the Badass!
~The Bad Ass James Kelloggs comes strutting out in his best pimp suit. The pint size brawler with a ego the size of the Empire State building is welcomed by a huge pop! A “HOLY SHIT!” chant breaks out. As he joins his ladies, James takes a bow and soaks in the love before climbing up on his soap box. (James is 4 feet tall)~
Smith: The internet has been on fire all week wondering where this guy is going to land.
Hood: I know one thing, everyone in the locker room better keep a close eye on their girlfriends and wives.
Smith: This is a huge signing for OCW to have landed the Bad Ass James Kelloggs.
~James holds his hand out while saying “Thank you”. One of his lovely ladies holds the mic for him.~
James Kelloggs: Ah, Thanks. No seriously. Thank you.
~The crowd starts a “WELCOME TO OCW” chant.~
James Kelloggs: No, seriously, Thank you. As awesome this is, I do have some bad news for you. I only came here for the pussy!
~Laughter.~
James Kelloggs: I didn’t come here to get in that ring and beat someone’s ass into submission. Well, I did come here to beat some ass into submission…
~James slaps the chick to his right on the butt.~
James Kelloggs: From where I stand, the OCW doesn’t have one single fucker in that fucking locker room worth my time or effort in that ring.
~The crowd turns on him. They boo him.~
Jame Kelloggs: The Bad Ass only gets in that ring when there is someone worth my time to beat their fucking asses! You fuckers know that! Right now, the cupboard is bare in OCW. But! Yeah. That is about to change. Because you fuckers will be seeing my pretty face around here, you’ll be seeing who I fucking brought with me in that fucking ring beating asses, taking names and taking every fucking title the OCW has to offer. So, let me introduce you to the second baddest mother fucker in this sport. My buddy. The one and only.
~James pauses. He smirks. Random fans start yelling out random names.~
James Kelloggs: Double J! Joe Fucking Jones!
Smith: What!
Hood: The longest reigning WhirlWind Wrestling champion!
Smith: For real?
~As James climbs down from his soap box and two stage hands remove it, Night Club’s Dear Enemy hits and two nearly naked male models walk out from the back, wearing super tiny speedos, ripped and all oiled up, they escort Joe Jones from the back to a huge pop from the OCW faithful.~
Smith: 18 years in the sport. Won multi titles from multi promotions from all over the world. This is a huge signing for OCW!
Hood: Huge! This changes the landscape right this second.
Smith: 2nd generation wrestler, his father was a legend in this sport and Joe has become a icon in his own right.
~Joe in a white fur coat, kneels down and hug James before making his way down to the ring.~
Smith: Matt Meyhu better start looking over his shoulder because it’s only a matter of time before Joe taps on it to tell him his time is up as the OCW champion.
Hood: Sure is. I have goosebumps.
~Joe loses the fur coat and climbs into the ring wearing a black OCW t shirt. As he soaks in the love from the crowd who can’t believe Joe is here, Joe takes a bow and says thanks. After a couple of minutes of smiles, waves, bows, thanks, the crowd starts to die down.~
Joe Jones: Thank you, thank you. This means alot to me. No seriously! Thank you so much for this! I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
~Joe makes a heart with his hands and shows it to everyone who clap and cheer showing their appreciation. ~
Joe Jones: So, as many of you know, I have been in Mexico doing what I do best. Winning championships and just being a cocky asshole.
~Laughs.~
Joe Jones: I am the longest reigning, greatest WhirlWind Champion as you know, I recently lost that title in a match in which it took two other guys to dethrone me. And if you follow the dirt sheets any, you know the very next day, WhirlWind Wrestling LLC closed up shop, a day into Stephen Callaway’s title reign. Yeah, That’s what I thought too. When I’m not your champion anymore, people just pack up and head out, they abandon the company they all watched me put on the map! When I was the champ! There wasn’t a hotter company in this sport than WhirlWind Wrestling. People were just begging to get signed there! Begging for a spot on the roster! Give me a dark match! I’ll work for free! I personally heard that from many of a talented men and women. Then, man, like a building on fire, I get screwed out of my title, and everyone jumped ship. The gravy train that I bring dried up! Sponsors bolted. The fans stopped buying tickets, TV dropped us, Youtube demonetized the channel, creditor started calling day and night wanting their money back. It got real ugly, real quick. I guess you can say that I’m a...fed killer!
~Joe smirks.~
Joe Jones: That is why I came here. That is why I’m starting a new chapter in my life. As much as I would love to run this place, show all of the wannabes in that locker room how a real champion acts, looks like. I don’t think I can do that to this place. You see, OCW has been on my radar for some time now. I follow this place and I always thought, I can take that place to the next level. I can put OCW on the map, I mean, really on the map. And I will!
Smith: I don’t like the sound of this.
Joe Jones: That next chapter in my life, it starts today. That chapter will begin with the words. Wrestling Icon, Double J Joe Jones propelled OCW into the stratosphere, making it tee best professional wrestling company on the face of the planet when he, struck a deal today to bring the hottest! The most marketable face in wrestling today! Pro Wrestling’s only legit draw! And next week! Right here on Massacre, you will see…..
~Joe pauses for a second, looking right into the camera with a slight grin on his face.~
Joe Jones: Orgullosos Guardián Del Arcoiris making his OCW debut!
~Crowd pops. Especially the from the kids. They are so so happy.~
Smith: Really?
Hood: Who?
Smith: Bester Freund! Bester is OGDA!
Hood: So…? We’re not going to see Joe then?
Smith: …..I don’t think so.
Joe Jones: I proudly represent OGDA, and being his agent, I knew there was only one place that could try to contain the madness, the crushing fan support that follows him, and that place is OCW! Next week, the single greatest event to ever happen in OCW history will happen! When OGDA arrives! Trust me! This is something that only happens once in a lifetime, and you will not, want to miss this! I’m not sure when lucky soul in that locker room will get to face OGDA next week in this ring. But one thing is for certain. Their life, will never be the same ever again! My name is Joe Jones! The manager, the agent, to the savior of OCW! Next week, there will be a new sheriff in town and his name, is Orgullosos Guardián Del Arcoiris!
~Night Club’s Dear Enemy begins to play.~
Smith: This is huge news! A huge name will make his OCW debut right here! Next week!
Hood: I can’t wait!
~We cut to the office of OCW General Manager Marcus Welsh. The crowd boos. He’s got a Wikipedia page pulled up on his computer. It features a comprehensive list of match stipulations. He’s talking to himself while Knux stands by, keeping watch~
Marcus Welsh: A scaffold match? I don’t think so. Man, Knux, you should listen to some of these stipulations. Talk about convoluted. Hmm…a loser leaves town match? We should bring Vargas back, book him in a match with that stipulation, stack the deck and get rid of him once and for all!
~Welsh laughs at his own attempt at humor. Knux remains stoic. The lights suddenly begin to flicker~
Marcus Welsh: What…did Zybala drain the bank account so he could fund this Meyhu appreciation night gig? Were we not able to pay our light bill?
~The light suddenly go off. It’s pitch black in Welsh’s office~
Marcus Welsh: What the hell is going on? Knux! I need a flashlight! Tell me you downloaded that flashlight app on your phone
~The sounds of stumbling, fumbling and bumping are heard~
Marcus Welsh: Damnit…get out of my way! Where’s the door?!
~The lights suddenly turn back on. Welsh is on his feet, staring at the wall opposite his desk. Written in giant, red letters is the word “CONFESS”. Welsh staggers back, leaning up against the desk. Knux rushes for the door, ripping it open and scanning the backstage area~
Marcus Welsh: Confess? Confess?! Knux! I want you to find whoever wrote this right now!
~Knux nods and exits the office. Welsh turns his back to the written message on the wall. He looks down at his desktop~
Marcus Welsh: Confess…
~He runs his fingers through his hair as we cut back to ringside~
Smith: Seems like a lot is weighing on the mind of our general manager
Hood: Yea, he’s got this Zybala guy running around, acting like a deviant. Spray painting shit on his office wall…what is he, like fifteen? What’s next, toilet papering his front yard?
Smith: I don’t think it’s, Zybala, Hood.
Hood: Well whoever it is needs to come into the light. Marcus Welsh is the best GM we’ve ever had…we don’t need him going crazy with Zybala next in line.
Smith: There’s apparently some serious skeletons in Welsh’s closet. Skeletons that are no doubt about to come to light…the only question is, when
Hood: I believe a man should have a bit of privacy, don’t you?
Smith: In his personal life, sure. But this feels like professional indiscretions
Hood: Okay…so let’s fire Zybala first and then we can have Welsh get run off…anything to keep Zybala from taking control
Smith: Only time will tell, Hood. But…speaking of time…it’s time for our Main Event! The second Margarita Mix match of the evening is set to take place. Let’s head on down to ringside
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Josie Barnes (16-11) & Harold Jones (2-3) vs. Melinda Rhodes (4-2) & Vincent Langston (1-0) vs. Saxon Rowe (1-0) & Michael O’Neil (0-0)
~The lights return to the Margarita Mix hue. The trophy is once again shown. The crowd, still hot from the previous Mix match go wild. Another ‘MIX’ chant begins. Belvedere clears his throat…the crowd quiets. It’s time for the main event~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our Main Event of the Evening! Tonight’s main event is a triple threat tag team contest. It is also a first round match up in the 2018 Margarita Mix. The winning team will advance into the second round. Introducing first…
~“Who’s Laughing Now” by Millencolin hits. The crowd pops for the struggling comedian AND wrestler, Harold Jones. He makes his way to the ring looking a little less enthusiastic than the last time we saw him. He slides into the ring and smiles for the fans, who pop~
Belvedere: From The Nearest Comedy Club…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 175lbs….Harold ‘The Headliner’ Jones!!!
~"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 and rotates both shoulders, limbering up for the match.~
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 up the ramp towards the entrance way with a vicious grin on her face. ~
Smith: A very interesting combination…Josie takes this business very seriously. Harold, on the other hand, has a very hard time remaining focused.
Hood: Maybe Veiga beat some seriousness into this guy…I heard his latest routine went kinda dark
Smith: Really? Where did you hear that?
Hood: From a blind man
Smith: That joke isn’t even funny, man
Hood: I’m just trying to relate to the Headliner
Belvedere: Introducing the next team…
~Halestorm's, "Black Vultures" assaults the P/A system. Through the curtains steps a fit, pale skinned, raven haired and heavily tattooed woman, her fist raised up in the air. Her dark brown eyes wander over the crowd as she stands upon the stage, taking it all in for a moment. On her face we find dark crimson painted on her full lips and red highlighted black eye shadow over her eyes. Her modest chest is contained by a fringed red and blue leather vest, her ass covered by black and silver tights. She sports standard black pads on her elbows and knees, with knee high laced wrestling boots to match. On her wrists are red, white, and blue bands. Upon her hips rests a thick black leather belt with a large and square silver buckle that reads in an ornate font, "REBEL."~
Belvedere: ON HER WAY TO THE RING....
~She makes her way to the ring with a confident stride. It doesn't take her long to reach ringside. She climbs the steps, wipes her feet on the apron, and slips through the ropes. Rebel Rhodes then backs into a corner of her choosing and waits.....~
Belvedere: FROM ROME, GEORGIA, STANDING AT FIVE FEET AND ELEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO POUNDS...
RRRRRREEEEBBBBBEEEEEELLLLL RRRRRRHHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDEEEESSSSS!!!!
~Melinda raises her arm with a three finger salute to the fans~
Smith: One of the hottest stars in OCW currently. She is one of the favorites to win the entire Mix
Hood: I wouldn’t bet against her, on the record. Off the record, I might…just as long as she didn’t find out
Smith: Nice to see you man up, Hood
~"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 and standing next to Rhodes~
Belvedere: And her partner…from Washington D.C., standing 6’4 and weighing in at 230lbs…Vincent ‘The Legend’ Langston!!!
Smith: Another interesting pairing…you’ve got Rhodes, who looks ready to break through here in OCW teaming with a very, very talented newcomer
Hood: This seriously could be the team, Smith. And I’m not just saying that so they won’t hurt me
Smith: I…I believe you, Hood
Belvedere: And their opponents…
~"20/20" by Crown the Empire hits. The crowd gives a small reaction. Michael O’Neil emerges atop the stage, from behind the curtain. He hustles down the ramp and slides into the ring. He pops to his feet and acknowledges the crowd, who responds with a positive pop. O’Neil keeps his distance from the other four participants by backing up into his team’s corner~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Osaka, Japan…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 236lbs…Michael O’Neil!!!
~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 his team’s corner alongside O’Neil with ‘Layla’ fading out~
Belvedere: And his partner, from Providence, Rhode Island…standing six feet tall and weighing in at 215lbs…“Wise Guy” Saxon Rowe!!!
Smith: We all know Rowe is formidable. We saw that last week when he knocked Heidi out in his debut match. The question with this team isn’t Rowe, it’s O’Neil.
Hood: Yea, is this guy any good?
Smith: Reports indicate that he is talented. But you never know how someone is going to fare in OCW – it’s a different ballgame than most places.
Hood: That’s the fucking truth
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits. The three teams discuss who should start the match~
Smith: The first true test of all three teams…can they decide on a starter without conflict?
Hood: Definitely the team with two men. Those other teams with the females…they might have some issue
Smith: That’s extremely sexist and an antiquated argument
~Rhodes and Langston are the first to reach a decision. Langston heads for the apron, giving Rhodes the go ahead. O’Neil finds the apron, giving Saxon the starting spot for their team. And, finally, we watch Josie remain in the ring while Harold headlines the apron. The crowd is on their feet, excited. Rhodes, Barnes and Rowe size one another up. Each waits for another to take the first leap, diving head first into the match~
Smith: See? No issues with any of the teams
Hood: I won’t hide my disappointment
Smith: I think I have to give the nod to Langston and Rhodes. They spent a lot of time this week working together, trying to find some common ground.
Hood: Well good for them
~Rowe flinches forward, like he’s lunging for an attack. Both Rhodes and Barnes brace. Rowe arrogantly smirks and rubs his beard. The fans boo. He holds his arms out, relishing the reaction. Rhodes and Barnes share a look before sprinting forward and assaulting Rowe with forearm blows to his chest, belly and ribs. Rowe stumbles back into the lone open corner. Barnes and Rhodes continue assaulting him to a massive ovation from the crowd~
Smith: Here we go! About time that bearded jerk got what he deserved!
Hood: Oh give me a break…guy tries to show a smidge of personality and they attack him for it?
Smith: It was arrogance, Hood. Arrogance in the midst of competition. He deserves everything he gets.
Hood: I hope he gets the win
~Rhodes grabs a staggered Rowe by the arm and goes to whip him across the ring. Josie pushes Rhodes aside. She kicks Rowe in the gut and delivers a vicious forearm uppercut. Rhodes stands back, surprised. She steps in and shoves Barnes to the side. Barnes turns and gets in Melinda’s face. The two exchange words while Rowe remains slumped in the corner~
Smith: I wondered what would happen when Josie and Melinda shared the ring…now we’re finding out
Hood: Barnes just shoved that bitch aside
Smith: Josie’s been in OCW for a while, now. I’m sure she doesn’t want to be shown up by a relative newcomer like Rhodes
~Barnes throws a forearm to the side of Melinda’s head. Melinda returns the favor. The two trade blows back and forth, neither competitor backing down or staggering back. The crowd cheers the onslaught. Meanwhile, Rowe recovers. He stands upright and watches Barnes and Rhodes beat the hell out of each other. He measures them up and rushes forward, taking them both down with a double clothesline!! Barnes and Rhodes hit the mat hard, on their sides. The crowd boos. Rowe, this time, amends his error from before and stays on top of his two opponetns~
Smith: A quick learner, Saxon Rowe
Hood: Guy is going to be special, Smith. He might win this match by himself!
Smith: I think you’re selling Michael O’Neil short
Hood: I’m not even sure if O’Neil is a wrestler. Has he done anything to prove that he’s a wrestler and not some guy who’s burned through some OCW money by pretending to be a talent?
Smith: I’m sure he’s a wrestler
~Rowe stomps on Rhodes, keeping her down. He snares Josie by her thick, brown hair and leans her against the ropes. He delivers a vicious knife edged chop to her upper chest, lower throat area. Barnes leans forward, wincing in pain. Rowe straightens her up and delivers another vicious chop! He immediately, after delivering the chop, rotates around and blasts Josie with a discus clothesline that sends Barnes over the top rope, smashing into the apron before landing roughly on the outside! A ‘FUCK YOU SAXON’ chant rises up from the crowd. Rowe doesn’t seem to mind. He goes back after Rhodes, who is on all fours. He stomps on the back of her head, keeping her on the mat~
Smith: Saxon Rowe looking good thus far
Hood: The guy’s already a star, Smith
Smith: He has made waves…tonight could be the night he takes the next step
~Rowe grabs Melinda by the hair and whips her into his team’s corner. She hits hard. He rushes in and delivers a splash! Rhodes slouches, the wind knocked from her lungs. Rowe reaches over and tags O’Neil! The crowd pops, ready to see what Michael can do. Rowe exits the ring and O’Neil enters~
Smith: And here we go! Our first look at Michael O’Neil!
Hood: Rowe got out of there pretty quick. I wonder if his beard was getting messed up
Smith: I think he just wants to save some gas in the tank for later in the match
Hood: You calling him FAT?
Smith: Absolutely not!
~O’Neil promptly boots Rhodes in the gut a few times, keeping her subdued. He whips her from the corner, into the ropes. Rhodes bounces off…but, before she can shoot across the ring, she’s tripped up by Josie! Barnes grabs Rhodes foot and pulls back…Melinda smacks face first on the mat. Josie yanks her out of the ring and slams her back first into the apron!! Rhodes grimaces. Josie throws a few high kicks into Rebel’s chest. A “VIP” chant is heard near ringside by some sex starved men in the front row~
Smith: Barnes isn’t finished with Rhodes!
Hood: Those guys at ringside need to calm down
Smith: I’m not worried…if they try anything with Josie she’ll make them regret it
~Rhodes shoves Josie backward. Josie staggers near the sex starved men. They try touching her. She throws a back elbow, cracking one of them in the jaw. The instantly back away. Rhodes continues to nurse her back. Josie grabs Rhodes by the hair, pulling her from the apron…Rhodes fights back, shoving Barnes off. O’Neil has his hands wrapped around the top rope…he leaps in the air, flies over the top rope and comes crashing down on both Barnes and Rhodes with a crossbody!! The crowd goes wild! O’Neil pops back to his feet, holding his ribs~
Smith: Tremendous athleticism and awareness displayed by Michael O’Neil…although those moves do take their toll
Hood: Josie must have a friend who’s a dentist
Smith: Oh? Did you actually do some research this week?
Hood: No…but she knocked that dude’s teeth out in the front row…so I’m guessing she has a friend who needs some work
~O’Neil grabs Barnes, tossing her back into the ring. Rhodes is laid up against the barricade, nursing the wounds she’s received during the match. O’Neil hops onto the apron. Barnes is on her back. O’Neil leaps up and springboards off the top rope with a leg drop! He connects! He goes for a quick pin, Scruff slides in with the count~
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2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Kick out by the Purple VIP! It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep her down for three
Hood: Yea she’s maddeningly resilient
Smith: One of her finest qualities
~O’Neil returns to his feet and measures Josie up. Barnes gets to one knee. O’Neil sprints in and hits The Purple VIP with a Shining Wizard!! Barnes falls to her side. O’Neil returns to his feet and bends over, grabbing Barnes by the hair. From behind we see Rhodes roll into the ring. She gets to her feet and smacks O’Neil in the back. Michael turns around and is smashed in the side of the head with an Enziguri!! The crowd pops! O’Neil staggers to his side. Rhodes backs into a corner, measuring O’Neil up. She starts to run but is yanked down by her hair! She falls to the mat, hard. The crowd boos heavily. Saxon Rowe is standing in his team’s corner, looking down at Rhodes with a smile~
Smith: Oh come on!
Hood: I think her hair got caught in his hand
Smith: Yea, sure, right
Hood: I’m just saying
~Barnes crawls toward her corner while O’Neil recovers from the enziguri. She reaches out and tags Harold! The crowd cheers! Harold hops over the top rope and into the ring. He sprints full speed at O’Neil, slamming a knee into the side of his head!! Michaels falls through the ropes, landing onto the apron. Jones turns his attention toward Rebel…she’s on her feet and glaring at Rowe. Saxon motions for her to come at him. She’s about to when Jones comes up and drops her with a Backstabber!! Rhodes rolls into the center of the ring, holding her already weakened back in pain. A ‘HAROLD’ chant sounds out~
Smith: Look at Harold Jones go!
Hood: Never thought these fans would be so stupid as to chant that moron’s name
Smith: He’s on fire, Hood!
Hood: I wish!
~Jones heads for a corner. He sees Rowe. He turns and heads for a safer corner…an empty corner. He climbs to the top rope with his back facing the ring. He looks over his shoulder. Rhodes is on her feet, stumbling around. Harold leaps off and connects with a Moonsault!! He remains on top of Rebel for the pin…Scruff slides in, making the count~
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Shoulder Up!
Smith: And Rhodes kicks out! Harold had all the momentum and nearly put his team into the semi-finals!
Hood: If that goofy ass comedian had pinned Rhodes…man, I would have thrown this pen into the crowd
Smith: I know how much you like that pen…so I understand the potential anger you would have felt
Hood: I fucking love this pen
~Jones isn’t frustrated…the guy is unflappable! He’s a comedian…he’s used to strife. He returns to his feet and is poised for Rhodes. Rebel gets to her feet. Jones comes darting forward with a Superkick!! Rhodes dodgers the kick and drops Harold with SHOT IN THE DARK!! The crowd pops!! Harold manages to roll under the bottom rope, onto the apron! Rhodes is still on her back, recovering! The crowd is chanting “REBEL!” O’Neil, meanwhile, is on the apron, observing what’s taken place~
Smith: Shot in the Dark!! If she can get Harold away from the ropes and pin him…this one is over!
Hood: Fucking comedian…sneaking out of the ring…like he sneaks out of a comedy club after one of his shitty sets
Smith: Harsh
~Rhodes sits up and gets to her feet. She goes after Harold. She grabs his arm and drags him away from the ropes. O’Neil hops up, onto the top rope and leaps off, dropping Melinda with a bulldog! Rhodes is flattened out, front first. O’Neil crawls on top of Harold, looking for the pin. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Michael O’Neil almost stole this match!
Hood: He should have tried to pin Rhodes. Harold had like thirty seconds of rest
Smith: Not quite thirty seconds, but I get your point…he had enough time to recover from Melinda’s devastating finisher
~O’Neil focuses on Rhodes. He pulls Rhodes to her feet. Melinda quickly goes for Shot in the Dark!! O’Neil shoves Rebel off. Melinda turns around, facing O’Neil. He throws a clothesline, but she blocks it. Mel leaps up into the air, wraps her legs around O’Neil’s head and drops him with a Frankensteiner!!! O’Neil hits hard!! Rebel returns to her feet, fired up~
Smith: Great move by Rhodes! She’s back in control!
Hood: At this rate she may not need the ‘legend’
Smith: You say that with more than a hint of derision
Hood: Guy beats Tony the fucking Spider and starts referring to himself as a legend…give me a break!
Smith: To be fair, he was calling himself the legend BEFORE his debut
~She heads for O’Neil…but hears the crowd react! Harold tags Josie into the match! Barnes flies through the ropes and goes after Melinda! Rhodes ducks a lariat. She turns around and Barnes has her hooked for a Shot in the Dark! Rhodes is like ‘fuck this shit’ and shoves Josie off, into the ropes, front first. Barnes staggers back, Rhodes hooks her around the waist for a German Suplex. She tosses Josie over her head…but Barnes lands on her feet! Rhodes returns to her feet and eats a Superkick from Barnes!! Rhodes falls to the mat…the fans are stomping their feet, cheering for their Purple VIP~
Smith: Great sequence by two of our best!
Hood: That fucking comedian…running away once again
Smith: He tagged his partner…it was a smart move
~O’Neil, back to his feet, grabs Josie from behind. He hooks her for an inverted DDT but Josie spins around, punches O’Neil in the ribs a few times, lifts him up and drops him with a Northern Lights Suplex! She bridges into a pin. Scruff slides in for a count, but before he can make the count, Rhodes dives in, punching Josie in her stomach! Barnes rolls to the side, holding her stomach in pain. O’Neil is on the mat. Rhodes turns and looks toward Langston, who has his arm outstretched~
Smith: Uh oh…if she tags in Langston…
Hood: Shit’s about to get real
Smith: Yea, sure, whatever that means
~Rhodes nears the hand of Langston. Barnes notices what’s going on and hurries to grab Melinda by the foot. She does! But Rhodes is able to kick Barnes away via a sharp heel to the face! Josie releases her grip. Melinda lunges forward and tags in Vincent Langston! The crowd pops! Langston heads straight for Barnes, stomping her into the mat several times, rendering her motionless~
Smith: And here he is…one of the most impressive OCW newcomers!
Hood: Advantage the Legendary Rebels!
Smith: You just come up with that?
Hood: Uh, yea, not like it was all that hard to come up with. We could call them the Rebellious Legends.
Smith: How about we let them come up with their own name?
Hood: Judging by the way Langston is kicking ass right now, I’ve got no problem with that!
~O’Neil sees Langston in the ring, demolishing Josie. He crawls toward his corner, knowing he needs to make a tag. A fresh Vincent Langston spots O’Neil nearing Saxon Rowe. He heads that way, hoping to prevent a tag. O’Neil reaches his corner and extends his arm, to tag Saxon. But Rowe hops off the apron! The crowd BOOOS heavily. O’Neil looks up, stunned. Rowe throws his hands at the ring and heads up the ramp, quitting on the match. O’Neil remains on the mat, leaning over the bottom rope, pleading with Rowe to come back~
Smith: What a disgusting person!
Hood: Something must be up at the barbershop…duty calls!
Smith: His duty is to his tag team partner…this just sickens me!
~Langston grabs O’Neil by the leg, dragging him back into the ring. O’Neil tries to hold onto the ropes, but can’t. He’s flipped onto his back. Michael tries to kick Langston in the head, but Vincent is able to snare the second leg…he’s got both legs hooked under his arms…he hoists O’Neil up, displaying tremendous strength…he’s able to sling O’Neil high enough, letting go of the legs, catching him and drilling him into the mat with a Spinebuster!! The ring shakes from impact! The crowd pops. Langston returns to his feet. Josie, witnessing what’s going on, heads toward Harold…she tags in the Headliner~
Smith: I don’t think anybody wants a piece of Vincent Langston!
Hood: They say you don’t bring a knife to a gun fight…but I bet Vincent Langston could get away with it
Smith: It’d have to be a sharp knife
Hood: Well no shit…you think I’m talking butter knives here? C’mon, man, get your head out of your ass
~Jones charges at Langston but is met with a Spinning Heel Kick!!! Jones flies through the ropes, landing on the outside! O’Neil is on all fours, trying to get to his feet. Langston charges forward, kneeing O’Neil in the side of the head! O’Neil flips onto his back. Vincent turns Michael onto his front and locks in a Crossface!! The crowd pops. O’Neil is in the center of the ring, too far to reach the ropes. Langston is too heavy to drag…he’s fucked~
Smith: This one looks to be over!
Hood: That is one painful looking crossface
Smith: Have you ever seen a comfortable looking crossface?
Hood: Hey, some are looser than others
~Barnes, realizing the match is slipping away, enters through the ropes, to break up the submission. Rhodes flies out of nowhere and spears Josie to the mat!! The impact takes both competitors through the ropes, to the outside. It’s just Langston, his crossface and Michael O’Neil! O’Neil, finally, can’t take it any longer…he taps out!! Scruff calls for the bell~
Belvedere: Here are your winners…the team of “THE REBEL” MELINDA RHODES AND VINCENT “THE LEGEND” LANGSTON!!!!!
Smith: Langston and Rhodes are moving on to the semi-finals! What a performance!
Hood: No shit…Langston is brutal
Smith: He just needs to let go of the hold…let it go!
~Langston continues to apply pressure. O’Neil is out. Scruff tries to get Vincent to let go but he appears to be somewhere else, mentally. Rhodes, noticing what’s going on, slides into the ring. She hurries over and taps Vincent on the shoulder. She shakes him around, violently. He finally releases the crossface, pops to his feet and looks down at Rhodes, who is on her knees, with a clenched fist~
Smith: Tension, already?
Hood: Nah, I think the guy just snapped…for a moment or two
Smith: Yea, that’s how it looked
~Langston lowers his hand. Rhodes slowly gets to her feet, acting like she’s dealing with a volatile animal. Once she gets to her feet, she pats Langston on the chest. He nods, signaling he’s fine. Rhodes nods and waves Scruff over. He gets between them and hoists their hands in the air to a strong ovation~
Smith: Langston is a dangerous man, Hood. And his partner, Melinda Rhodes is one of the best wrestlers in OCW.
Hood: It’s going to take a really good team to beat them. But, there are a crap ton of good teams in this thing so, it’s possible
Smith: Indeed...well let's take a look at the updated brackets!
Smith: We started with ten teams, twenty competitors and we are suddenly down to six teams, twelve competitors. It won't be long until the semis are set!
Hood: Shit winds down quick...much lover for the single elimination format!
Smith: Indeed. Next week we will see Uber Man and JAM G try and defy the odds as they take on OCW Newcomer of the Month, Axel Veiga and Zolton
Hood: If there is a higher power then justice will prevail in that one
Smith: And...we will see Bob Grenier and Tony the Spider team up to face Curt Canon and the returning legend...the man...the George Washington of OCW...SCOTT SYREN
Hood: YES! You see, Smith...we all have our favorites. You have Alice Knight...I have Scott Syren.
Smith: I know that's meant to be a slight but I will take the compliment!
Hood: Idiot
Smith: And...as if that weren't enough, folks...we'll have a contract signing between Welsh and Zybala, Matt Meyhu appreciation AND a #1 Contenders Match between Mack O'Connor, Alice Knight, and Ed Houston! Next week will be lit!
Hood: Okay, just end the show before you embarrass yourself further
Smith: If you say so...thanks for joining us tonight, everyone! We'll see you next week!
~We fade to black~