OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, September 24th 2018
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~Work was a bitch. That’s typically the case after a 3 day bender. The lone positive about suffering all that accompanies a Monday is our favorite weekly program. Yep. It’s Monday Night Massacre! Tonight is the night! Matt Meyhu will finally shut up Zybala. OR, if you’re insane, you might find yourself eager to see Zybala dethrone Matt Meyhu. Can Mike Harrison hang with an OCW legend? Who will emerge as the contender for Harrison’s Craze Championship? Will Talia Areano continue her winning streak against the WHITE HOT Melinda Rhodes? Not to mention the debuts of several promising talents AND The Lost Soul’s in ring return post Mayhem on the Midway. Holy smokes we’re excited! Time to turn that TV on. Alright! Some lame movie based on an even lamer series of romance novels featuring pixies, fairies, cowboys, and whatever else. Just use the worst parts of your imagination and you’d probably come pretty damn close. But that’s STARZ…especially STARZ in the afternoon. So we head to the fridge and grab a coconut water followed by a normal water. We are probably still dehydrated. Thunder sounds. Lightning flashes? WHAT THE FUCK? Yep, it’s an impromptu storm! You know what that means…unreliable satellite! We rush to the TV only to find it frozen. The signal is lost! It’s three minutes until show time! WHY DOES LIFE HATE US SO MUCH. Oh…wait a minute…that Amazon Fire Stick…it has a STARZ app. We rush into the bedroom and remove out Fire Stick…we hurriedly plug it into the living room TV because only weirdos watch pro wrestling inside their own bedroom. We switch it over, open the STARZ app and BANG…we’ve got it! Whew…we breathe a sigh of relief as the heavens open up and rain smacks against the roof our small but impressive home. That was a close one. We crash into the couch, take a sip of our coconut water only to find that we forgot to open it. We feel a LITTLE stupid…but not TOO stupid. We open it up, take a sip and are ready. The Massacre logo flashes and we cut to the OCW Arena!! The fans are especially eager this evening…after all there’s an OCW Title match! We cut to Smith and Hood who are ready to go~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Smith and alongside me as always, is Hood
Hood: Chained to this fucking chair and next to this fucking guy for the rest of my life, apparently
Smith: Chipper as always! And folks we’ve got a stacked lineup for you this evening. But tonight is all about the main event. An OCW Championship match between the OCW Champion and OCW’s Commissioner…Mike Zybala
Hood: Since when were the superiors in this company allowed to compete for titles?
Smith: Since he won Survivor and earned the contract
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
Smith: Nevertheless…there’s a very real chance that Zybala walks out of here OCW Champion and further increases the stress his existence places upon our General Manager, Marcus Welsh
Hood: I’ve got the cyanide capsules ready
Smith: We’ve also got OGDA and Hellraven in a #1 contenders match…winner gets a shot at the Craze Championship at Serial Thrillers. Mike Harrison looks to keep his undefeated record in tact as he faces an OCW legend. Melinda Rhodes is back in action plus much, much more
Hood: Well shut the fuck up and get us started
Smith: Haha, indeed!
~The crowd suddenly begins to boo. Marcus Welsh appears atop the stage with Barry Man is Low to his right and Knux to his left. He’s heavily guarded this evening. He must feel threatened. He has a mic and wastes no time in using it~
Marcus Welsh: I apologize in advance for taking up the opening of Massacre. I know you are all accustomed to seeing one of the top faces in the company heading out here to make a statement. So seeing a man in a suit has got to be a little disappointing. And, well, unlike your selfish commissioner, I understand these things. I realize you aren’t paying to see someone like myself hog the spotlight. So, I’ll make this quick…
~Welsh hesitates for a moment. He nudges Knux to turn and inspect an area near the ramp. He gives Welsh the all clear~
Smith: It appears that our GM is a bit jumpy these days
Hood: Well, can you blame him? He’s a non-wrestler who’s been forced to wrestle.
Marcus Welsh: I am bursting with excitement. It should come as no surprise that OCW is constantly scouring the Pro Wrestling scene for the next big star. Every individual we sign we do so in the hope that he or she will emerge as the next Matt Meyhu. Sadly…that sounds impossible. And, well, it most likely is. I mean Matt Meyhu is the CHAMP. He is the face of OCW. However…and I know this may sound blasphemous…but I do think…I believe…I’ve got a feeling that the FUTURE of OCW has been secured.
~The crowd begins buzzing. They look around asking “WHO?” “WHAT?” “DID THEY SIGN ANOTHER ANIMAL?”~
Marcus Welsh: Now I know you’d like nothing more than for me to unveil the identity of this individual. But, well, now simply isn’t the time. But, rest assured. And, champ, I mean no disrespect. I look forward to watching you humiliate Zybala later tonight and extend your historic run as OCW Champion. But I am very serious and very emphatic when I say…The Future of OCW is coming. And they will be here very, very soon. That is all. Enjoy the rest of your programming.
~Welsh drops the mic and returns to the back. The crowd boos. They desperately want to know who it is Welsh has signed. They are not patient people~
Smith: Now why would he do that? Why make an announcement without making an announcement? He’s dangling the carrot!
Hood: You ever consider that a competitor as talented as this one may want to arrive with an impact? You really think they want their debut spoiled in advance?
Smith: I guess…still doesn’t make it any less frustrating
Hood: Relax. The future is coming, Smith. When the CHAMP joined OCW the current face was TIO. Maybe Chad Vargas. But Meyhu was clearly the future. And, well, look at how he turned out. Now…well now it’s time for the next face. The new future. And that individual is apparently on his way.
Smith: I think the champ will have something to say about that
Hood: Oh he will. But just like Vargas, just like TIO, just like Mack…he will take a backseat. Because when Welsh finds his guy he doesn’t waste any time in making the guy.
Smith: Or girl
Hood: Sure…I wasn’t being pronoun specific. It could be a she. And how awesome would that be? A she to finally wash the nasty ass taste of Alice Knight out of our mouths.
Smith: Yea well you can already start to anoint some nameless signing. But, if you ask me there are plenty of names on this roster more than capable of dethroning the champ.
Hood: Oh sure, sure. And, hell, Vargas could defeat Meyhu at Serial Thrillers. But that wouldn’t make him the face, would it? The face is more than a champion. The face IS the company. He is the money. He IS the draw. Right now, that’s clearly Meyhu. But his time is apparently expiring and Welsh realizes this which is why he’s signed the next face.
Smith: Right, right…well we’ll see. But I’d rather talk about and turn my focus toward people who are ALREADY on the roster. Like, say, Solomon Cain. His debut is next!
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Singles Match
Solomon Cain (0-0) vs. Shootah (0-3)
~The crowd is still buzzing from the opening. Who IS this new signing? When will they debut? Can we finally get a break on the beer prices? Just a dollar off, PLEASE? Belvedere clears his voice. The crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our opening match of the evening! This match is a singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…currently in the ring…Shootah!
~Shootah jumps with fright after hearing his name. He looks as scared as ever. Why does this poor man keep getting bookings? Is he pals with Zybala or something? Anyway, Shootah tries to get his shakes under control as Belvedere continues~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The lights in the arena go out. Ain't no easy way begins to play over the PA. As the guitar riffs kick in a spot flight cuts through the darkness to the top of the entrance way. Solomon Cain stands there with his head down, and his hair draped over his face. Solomon snaps his head back, throwing his hair back and exposing his face. Solomon slowly exhales a puff of smoke and marches to the ring~
Belvedere: From Cleveland, Ohio…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 255lbs…Solomon Cain!!!
Smith: Solomon Cain making his debut. He’s one of the more impressive signings, physically, we’ve had in quite some time
Hood: He’s also from Cleveland. So you know what that means
Smith: No, I don’t
Hood: He’s immune to championships
Smith: What about the Cavaliers?
Hood: Basketball doesn’t count
~Cain enters into the ring, ready for battle. Too bad he’s unlikely to get anything resembling a battle tonight. But, hopefully the guy breaks a sweat. Belvedere exits the ring and the bell sounds. It’s clear that the ringing of a bell terrorizes poor Shootah. He evidently doesn’t believe in angels. The ringing of a bell signifies an impending near death experience~
Smith: Solomon Cain is the son of former OCW star Outcast
Hood: Ah yea I remember that guy. I seem to remember thinking he should have had more success than he had
Smith: Indeed…Outcast was very talented. OCW was such a strange place in the early 00s. It was easy to get lost in the shuffle
Hood: No shit. Syren, Freak, Bifford, Cyanide, Maurako, Paras, Lurrr, Scorpion...this list goes on and on
~Cain stares Shootah down. Shootah tries to warm up to the man. He approaches Cain tentatively, acting as though Cain were a lion or some other feral predator. He reaches out to touch Cain. Cain suddenly snaps into action. He grabs Shootah in a clinch and throws some knee lifts into Shootah’s face!! Shootah instantly goes limp. Cain has wrist control. He helps Shootah reach the mat via a vicious Rain Maker Lariat (Decapitation)!!! Shootah turns inside out at least once…we think it may have happened twice but it’s hard to be sure because, well, that almost defies the laws of gravity~
Smith: And, well, Shootah might be dead, for real
Hood: Man Cain just snapped on him like a rabid squirrel
Smith: A rabid squirrel?
Hood: Alright so maybe not my BEST analogy. But rabid squirrels can be scary man. They are quick and they can bite…they have little claws. Plus, if you think about it, they are basically rats running around in the day time…which makes them extra scary
Smith: You’re not selling me on this one, Hood
~Cain wastes no time in picking Shootah up off the mat. Placing him into position, hooking him, lifting him up and drilling him head first into the mat with a Package Piledriver!!! Shootah MIGHT be dead (he probably isn’t). Cain rolls him over and goes for the most nonchalant pin you’ve ever seen. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….SOLOMON CAIN!!!!!
Smith: Easy breezy win for Solomon Cain. I mean we all expected him to breeze to victory but that was exceptionally breezy.
Hood: Guy’s motivated…by anger issues, you think?
Smith: His motivation is rooted within his upbringing. He’s, well, putting it nicely…he’s no fan of his famous father. He definitely would like to accomplish everything in OCW his father was unable to accomplish
Hood: Sounds like my kinda guy
Smith: Indeed…he’s got a long way to go to equal let alone surpass what his father accomplished but…here’s hoping the young man is able to do just that.
~~Who'Re is seen backstage in the interview section of the area~
Who're: "Ladies and gentlemen. It is my... pleasure... to introduce to you one of OCW's newest signee's, Jethro Veiga."
~The crowd pops with a cheer, but as they cheer, no one appears on screen. Who're stands there looking over to someone just out of frame and beckons him over into camera's view. Instead the camera turns and we see Jethro standing there... extremely anxious.
Jethro: "N-N-N-N-Now..?"
~He stammers, and Who're nods but instead of walking into frame confidently he side shuffles into view.
Who're: "Now Jethro, you'll be fa--"
~And just like that, he shuffles back out of frame. And then we hear footsteps as he seems to be running away.
Who're: "WAIT... dammit. I need a paycheck."
~We cut back to the arena~
Smith: The apparently shy and possibly socially awkward Jethro Veiga will be forced to make his in ring debut tonight.
Hood: He could just hide in the bathroom and not come out
Smith: Well let's HOPE that doesn't happen. Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing what the newcomer can do. He's got some strong bloodlines, obviously. But he will compete later tonight...up next we have The Lost Soul returning to the ring to face Jack Puffer
Hood: Weird booking
Smith: I can only theorize that OCW felt like giving The Lost Soul a boost in confidence. THAT or Welsh owes him a favor. Either way this should be a quick one for the OCW main stay. Let's head down to ringside to see how long it takes TLS to get back on the winning track
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The Lost Soul (5-3) vs. Jack Puffer (0-2)
~Jack Puffer is already in the ring. He seems to be in deep thought. Belvedere clears his throat and starts to speak~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a singles match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…already in the ring…Jack Puffer!!!
~Puffer rubs his chin inquisitively. The very curious detective is extra curious tonight~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The Friday the 13th Theme begins to play as an ominous air fills the OCW arena. The fans watch as The Lost Soul emerges from behind the curtain. He heads down the ramp showing no sign of injury from his battle with Iggy Hardy at Mayhem on the Midway. He heads up the ramp and enters through the ropes. He looks focused and ready to dismantle the good detective, Jack Puffer~
Belvedere: From Parts Unknown…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs…The Lost Soul!!!
~TLS is ready to go. Belvedere exits the ring. Puffer sneaks up on him and takes the mic! Belvedere looks at Puffer as though he’d like to smack him. However, Belvedere holds his composure and goes down the steps taking a seat. The crowd is perplexed. What could Mr Puffer have to say?~
Jack Puffer: I greatly appreciate being afforded some time to speak with all of you. As you are all aware Mr. Welsh made a startling announcement. A new FACE of OCW is coming. The next legend. The next star. There is just one problem. He never mentioned who this star is. Well, fear not OCW fans. I, the good detective, am on the case. I will discover this new star by the end of next week’s show.
~It’s obvious the fans don’t believe Puffer. TLS watches him, giving Jack time to say his piece~
Jack Puffer: One thing is for sure, however. That man is NOT The Lost Soul. Nothing against you, TLS. But I think we have all seen the very best you have to offer.
~TLS tilts his head, curiously. Puffer seems completely unaware that he’s offending the man. The crowd boos, slightly~
Jack Puffer: And again, no offense, TLS but I don’t see Mr. Welsh handing that spot over to a guy in face paint. It simply isn’t practical. I think we can all agree that TLS is nothing more than a mid-card talent. And, hey, there is nothing wrong with OOOF
~Puffer is suddenly down on the mat. Standing over him is The Lost Soul. He, apparently, had heard enough of the good detective. The mic rolls out of the ring, to the floor. Scruff calls for the bell signaling the match is underway~
Smith: Normally I’m no fan of sneak attacks…but I think Puffer earned that one
Hood: You’d think the detective might have sensed it coming
Smith: He may be A detective but I don’t think he’s a GOOD detective…at least not when it comes to professional productivity
~TLS picks Puffer up and knees him in the gut. He hoists Puffer into the air…gets the good detective vertical and drops him on his head with a brainbuster. TLS then heads for the corner. Puffer is out on his back, center of the ring~
Smith: Excellent brainbuster. The sneak attack looks to have sealed the win for The Lost Soul
Hood: Yep…jumping Puffer from behind.
Smith: Indeed
~TLS reaches the top rope. He leaps off performing his signature somersault leg drop! It connects! Souled Out!!! TLS makes the cover and Scruff counts the pin~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…THE LOST SOUL!!!!!
Smith: Dominating win for The Lost Soul as we all expected
Hood: Yea but, hey, at least Puffer got some offense in. Granted it was inadvertent and verbal but, hey, it’s Jack Puffer. You have to take the wins whenever you can get them
Smith: Indeed…and TLS looked dominating. I’ve heard rumors that he desperately wants a spot on Serial Thrillers so this might be the start of a major TLS run
Hood: TLS has always had the talent to be a main event player in OCW. He just gets lost at times…pun may or may not have been intended
Smith: Right…well let’s head backstage as Massacre rolls on!
~Who'Re is seen backstage in the interview section of the area. Again~
Who're: "Ladies and gentlemen. It is my... pleasure... to introduce once again, Jethro Veiga."
~The crowd pops with a cheer, again, and this time Jethro strafes into view again.
Who're: "Jethro, you have a match with John E Depth, your debut match on OCW. What are your feelings going into this?"
~Veiga anxious looks from the camera to Who're, to her cleavage (for a little too long) back to the camera. He clears his throat.
Jethro: "I don't... like... uhm. Penises. And he's a head."
Who're: "A wh--"
Jethro: "DICKHEAD! Dick... head. The head of a penis. The... glans. The... yeah."
~Who're's eyes glance over to the crew behind the cameras with an expression of question them before continuing.
Who're: "Well, you don't like John E Depth. Clearly. What is your gameplan for this match?"
Jethro: "Wrestling is not a game, Whore-- I MEAN WHO'RE! I'M SORRY!"
~Who're tries to slap Jethro for his... err... slip of the tongue, but misses wildly as Jethro simply squats down to dodge it. He then just grabs the mic to continue to talk while letting Who're hold it.
Jethro: "I will hit him lots until the escaped prisoner's hand hits the mat three times or the penishead's hand slaps my body three times."
~Who're, who is still upset by Jethro's comment looks confused again. Jethro seems to be becoming incredibly frustrated with his choice of words.
Jethro: "I am... uh. I'm going to leave. I have my match... thingy, to prepare for. You know. Games. Wait, no. Not games. I don't like video games. I like mechs. Mechs are cool cus..."
~Jethro's rambles slowly fade as he walks off screen. While Who're is supposed to be signing off she just drops the microphone and walks off frustrated~
~The scene cuts backstage where Ed Houston is excitedly walking down the hallway.~
Houston: “Man I’m so excited for this. We’re going to be unstoppable. We’re going to open up a new age here in OCW.”
~He stops at a door with a “Reserved for Team Rocket” on it. He stares at it for a second a smile on his face. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. A multitude of chairs are set up and are empty except for two, The Lost Soul and Warren Lapierre. Houston does a double take and checks to make sure it’s the right room~
Houston: “Are you here for the new group?”
~Both men nod their head. Houston points to Warren Lapierre~
Houston: “Who even are you?”
Warren: “I am Warren Lapierre.”
Houston: “Who?”
TLS: “Muffles the Bunny.”
Houston: “Oh why didn’t you just say so, where’s your costume.”
Warren: “I’m not Muffles anymore.”
Houston: “Um, okay, alright. So, I just want you both to know that this group isn’t going to be some easy, recreational group or anything. We are going to be elite. We are going to be a force to be reckoned with. Do you think you can handle that?”
~Both nod quickly~
Houston: “I’m glad you’re both so confident because I am not. I want you to know that to be apart of this group you are going to have to be in fantastic condition. I am going to put you through various tests to see if you have what it takes. These tests will be similar to what I was put through in astronaut training. Do you think you have what it takes to be as elite as an astronaut?”
Warren: “No problem.”
TLS: “This will be easy.”
Houston: “I’m glad you too are so confident. Your training begins next week and I would take it easy on the catering beforehand.”
~Both look confusedly back at Houston who pauses once more for dramatic effect before exiting the room as the scene fades away~
Smith: Ed Houston assembling a team
Hood: It's a good thing TLS faced Puffer. It meant he had enough time to make it to the first meeting without having to shower.
Smith: Indeed. His face paint remained immaculately intact
Hood: It always is
Smith: Well folks it's time we turn toward our next match this evening. The debut of the very...I guess awkward would be the word. The debut of Jethro Veiga is next!
Singles Match
Jethro Veiga (0-0) vs. John E Depth (0-2)
~John E Depth is already in the ring, oiled up and ready to go. Belvedere clears his throat much to the crowd’s delight~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring…John E Depth!!!
Smith: Somehow we keep that filthy man employed
Hood: I had no idea you hated Belvedere so much
Smith: I was talking about Depth!
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The Chorus of 2 Gether Now by Limp Bizkit & Method Man hits the system as the crowd begins to chant along with "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" to the song~
Belvedere: "Hailing from Newcastle, England. Now residing in Mission Viejo, California. Accompanied to the ring by Axel Veiga! He weighs 200 pounds. HE IS JETHRO, THE MECHAAAAAAAA... VEEEEIIIGAAAAAAAAA!!"
~Jethro jumps and bops along looking like a fool, as closely behind him follows his manager who is shortly rained over by boo's~
Smith: I’m not sure how I feel about Axel being out here for Jethro’s match
Hood: He’s supporting his BLOOD, Smith
Smith: Yea, sure…I don’t think Axel does much, if anything, that won’t ultimately benefit his self interest
~Belvedere exits the ring and the bell sounds. Axel looks into the ring, waiting for Jethro to do something. Jethro appears tentative. He’s almost shy. He looks around. Depth places his hands on his hips and thrusts his crotch forward in a very lewd gesture of confidence. The fans sort of laugh. Jethro seems confused. He looks down at Axel who shakes his head. He motions for Jethro to do something~
Smith: First match jitters perhaps?
Hood: First match something…could be both his first match as well as his last match
Smith: Losing to Depth tonight would be a near career killer, I’d think
Hood: Shit he’d be lucky to find a job at Mcdonalds if he lost to Depth tonight
~Depth smirks and walks toward Jethro. He senses his first win coming. He’s in the ring with an idiot. A simpleton. A man with a child’s mind. He walks up and looks Jethro up and down. Jethro notices all the oil on Depth’s hairy chest and frowns. Depth picks up on this…he reaches out, grabs Veiga’s hand and rubs it on his chest. The fans, again, kind of laugh. Some of the fans are grossed out. Axel lowers his head and shakes it~
Smith: We’re all waiting for Jethro to do something. Axel, especially
Hood: Maybe he really enjoys the oiled up chest of a hairy man
Smith: I don’t think that’s the face of a man enjoying himself
Hood: He could just be a really confused person, Smith
~Jethro’s hand, still deep in the hairs of Depth’s chest, suddenly clinches into a fist. He grabs a handful of Depth’s chest hair. Depth’s eyes widen. It hurts. He tries to remove Jethro’s hand, but it’s too late. He’s got a vice grip. He yanks his hand away, ripping a handful of Depth’s chest hair away. This gets the crowd cheering. Depth leans over, holding his chest in pain. He backs into a corner. He looks at his hands, which are covering the impacted area and sees some traces of blood. Jethro marches forward in a very aggressive manner. He straightens Depth up and delivers a vicious slap to the chest! The fans wince as Depth’s eyes widen. He tries to get away but Veiga keeps him in the corner. He hits him with another slap to the chest!!! Axel, on the outside, looks up and, much to his delight, sees Jethro taking control of the situation~
Smith: Oh my gosh! John E Depth’s chest hair has been…well, it’s been assaulted
Hood: Fucking hell that hurt me all the way over here
Smith: That’s why I shave my chest
Hood: Fuckin weirdo
~Jethro transitions from chest slaps to knife edged chops. He delivers a few of those until we see a nice stream of blood working its way through Depth’s body hair, onto his wrestling trunks. Jethro leaps into the air with a high knee into the chin. He then drops to the mat and grabs Depth’s leg, taking him down. He’s got an Imanari Roll Heel Hook locked in! Depth quickly taps out! Jethro holds on as Scruff calls for the bell~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….JETHRO VEIGA!!!!!
Smith: Domination! Once Jethro overcame his stage fright or whatever it was he experienced at the start he was unstoppable
Hood: Man he just destroyed Depth’s leg AND his immaculate chest hair. Ruination
Smith: Now if he’ll just let go of the hold.
~Scruff taps Jethro on the shoulder. Jethro suddenly realizes what he’s doing and releases the hold. He apologizes to Depth who is almost in tears. He rolls out of the ring to get away from Jethro. Jethro tries to go after him, continuing to apologize but is stopped by Axel. Axel looks at Jethro as if to say ‘fuck that guy’ and raises his hand. A very humble Jethro seems almost shy by the applause of the fans and the proverbial spotlight being thrust upon him~
Smith: I think I can get behind Jethro Veiga…just as long as he isn’t corrupted too much by his brother
Hood: Guy needs his brother, Smith. Somebody has to do the thinking in that relationship
Smith: What a rude thing to say. Well folks Jethro Veiga is off to a perfect start in his OCW career. It will be interesting to see where he goes from here. Now let’s head backstage as Massacre rolls on
~The cameras cut backstage to Ed Houston who is walking into his locker room, a smile on his face, happy with how the meeting he just came from went. He opens the door and notices a letter sitting on his chair~
Houston: “Oh! I wonder what this could be!”
~He walks over and grabs it. Then he sits down on the chair and opens it before reading it outloud~
“My Dearest Edward,
First and foremost you must know that Checkers and I meant no disrespect when we threw you a party last week. I am not to sure if you are all caught up on your OCW history but I have been a part of some of the greatest factions in this company and when you said you were going to start a team I got all warm and fuzzy on the inside and thought this would be a great opportunity for everyone, I hope I wasn’t mistaken. I would like to apologize to you in person next week on the premiere episode of Curt Canons Run in. Hopefully we can air out our differences and put this crazy little misunderstanding behind us.I highly suggest that you accept this most gracious offer.”
With the utmost of regards,
Your buddy, Your Pal Curt Canon
P.S. - “Oh oh ahh ah oh oh ahhhh!?”
~Houston looks down at the note with a look of disgust on his face. He crumbles it up and throws it on the floor~
Houston: “Curt Canon disrespected my livelihood with that stupid monkey. Then afterwards he blindsides me. I don’t need Puffer to determine the obvious and then thinks he can solve everything with some stupid note and stupid show invite. I’ll be on your show Curt Canon to get you to admit to the OCW universe that you’re nothing more than a coward!”
~The camera focuses in on the note before cutting away~
Smith: Ed Houston is still angry over last week's attack. An attack he believes was perpetrated by Curt Canon
Hood: Well, I mean it was...wasn't it? Isn't that obvious?
Smith: Canon is the obvious choice, sure. But I still like to think an individual is innocent until proven guilty
Hood: Man that's so twenty years ago.
Smith: Well Curt Canon's Run In will debut next week and I for one can't wait to see it! Nobody has more charisma than Mr. Canon so I'm sure that show will be a HOOT
Hood: Oh fuck off
Smith: Well it's time for our next match...Mike Harrison is in action and that match is next!
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Bob Grenier (15-13) vs. Mike Harrison (c) (3-0)
Smith: Our next match was to feature Bob Grenier but we just received word that he has been rushed to the hospital earlier this morning after a severe bout of food poisoning after eating at a local Shoney's restaurant.
Hood: Fucking Shoney's?! Are they still in business?
Smith: Not for long if Bob Grenier has anything to say about it! Food poisoning is no laughing matter, especially when it risks a man's livelihood on top of his health!
Hood: I wonder who they got to replace Bob though. That'd be a really tall order, don't you think?
V/O: HHHHEEEELLLLLLLOOOOOO LLLLLLLAAAAAADDDDDDIIIIIEEEEESSSS!!!
~Starting at the 49 second mark over the house P/A is Bad Lip Reading's "Waiting in the Bushes of Love" as a rather heavy set man wearing purple tights with white silhouettes of nude women on his outer thighs, white knee pads with the classic trucker mudflap women silhouettes and white boots that read FBLT down the sides. On the back of his tights it reads FAT BOY LOVE TOY! Which he displayed by turning towards the crowd and putting his hairy back, which was slightly harrier than his front, and rolling his arse while running his fingers through short, curly black hair~
Belvedere: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM MALIBU BEACH, CALIFORNIA....
~He turns with a big smile on his face and sexually dances his way down the ramp with hip thrusts and gyrations carrying him all the way to ringside. The fans didn't know whether to be disgusted or excited by this sweaty fat man in purple tights! He hops up onto the apron and rolls into the ring. From there he points at all the pretty ladies in the audience, then makes hip thrusts and ass slap motions while nodding with a huge grin on his fat, dimpled face~
Belvedere: STANDING AT 5'10" AND WEIGNING IN AT 278 POUNDS.... FAT BOY LLLLLLLLOOOOOVVVVVVEEEE TTTTOOOOOYYYY!!!
Hood: They couldn't get John E. Depth to come out for this? We already got a porn guy!
Smith: But he's down and out. Remember Jethro Veiga made short work of him earlier tonight!
Hood: Oh yeah, forgot he put that fuck in the hospital.
Belvedere: AND HIS OPPONENT!!!! FROM BLACKPOOL, ENGLAND....
~'Psycho' by Muse can be heard through 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~
Belvedere: STANDING 6' TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT 185 POUNDS.... MMMMMMIKE HHHHHAAAARRRRIIIISSSSOOOONNNN!!!
~FBLT walks up to Mike Harrison and offers his opponent a handshake with a huge smile. Harrison looks at the crowd with a rye smirk and takes his hand with a firm shake. Referee Puff motions for the bell!~
*DING DING DING*
~And immediately Fat Boy pulls him by the hand into a tight hug and lugs Harrison up and over with a hard Belly to Back Suplex! FBLT bounces to his feet with a crotch chop, yelling, "I BET YOU'D LOOK GOOD MMMMMAAAARRRRIIIINNNNNAAAAATTTTEEEDDD! AHAHAHAHAAAA!"~
Smith: Interesting form of trash talk
Hood: If you were going to marinate Mike Harrison…what sauce do you think you’d use?
Smith: Why would I answer that?
~Harrison rolls to his feet with a sour look on his face and rushes right at FBLT, who backs up, only to spring forward with an eye poke and a standing dropkick that belies his bulky frame! Harrison is sent stumbling back from the impact, tucking and rolling to keep from landing flat backed.~
Smith: Interesting start. Kind of surprised Harrison is taking this long to get going
Hood: Yea some unannounced guy walks in and takes it to the Craze Champion. You know Hellraven and OGDA have to be watching this thinking “Oh man I REALLY hope I face this guy at Serial Thrillers.”
Smith: Perhaps
~FBLT gets to his feet just in time to eat a running high knee strike from Harrison that drills him! Harrison keeps on moving, leaping into the nearby ropes and springboarding with a moonsault pin!~
ONE!
TWO!!!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
Smith: Finally…Harrison seems to be waking up
Hood: Guy kinda got fucked tonight. I mean he prepared for Grenier and then has to face some person who isn’t even on the roster?
Smith: Yes, I know
~FBLT and Harrison roll apart, then come together with two trading heated blows. Slowly but surely, FBLT loses the exchange firing back fewer and fewer punches until a shot flat staggers him. Harrison moves in and wraps his arms around the wide belly of FBLT and with a loud yelp and a mighty heave, he sends Fat Boy up into the air and over with a crisp Belly to Belly suplex! On impact with the canvas, FBLT's entire body jiggles disgustingly. Harrison gets to his feet with a loud roar, every muscle tensed as he ignores a little bit of nagging back pain~
Smith: Harrison is on fire now!
Hood: Not literally!
Smith: Indeed…the man is not literally on fire
~Fat Boy slowly gets to his feet as Harrison turns to face him. Mike waits a moment for FBLT to turn, then boots him in the gut, pulls him into a front facelock and hops back with a devastating implant DDT that leaves his opponent dazed and completely disoriented with a loud thudding impact!~
Smith: Feels like it’s just a matter of time now before the Craze Champion disposes of this disgusting human being
Hood: Taking out his anger on the guy. Harrison wanted Grenier…he wanted to prove himself against Grenier…he gets fucked over and now, well now he’s got to be pissed
Smith: I’m sure he’ll get another opportunity in the very near future. Mike Harrison is one of the top rising stars in OCW
~Harrison rolls to his feet and right into a nearby corner where he starts working the crowd, signaling for the end....~
Crowd: HARRISON! HARRISON! HARRISON!!! HARRISON!!!!!
~....He grips the rope and stomps his foot. FBLT stirs. He stomps again and his head lifts. Each stomp seems to have some sort of mystifying effect that slowly brings FBLT to life, but groggy and discombobulated. On the final stomp, FBLT turns and Harrison bounds across the ring snapping off a picture perfect SUNSHINE KICK! On impact he falls with his opponent, draping himself neatly across FBLT's harry belly and hooking the leg for a pin!~
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
TTTTHHHHRRREEEE!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL.... MIKE HHHHHAAAAARRRRRIIIIISSSSSOOOOONNNN!!!
~The crowd cheers as Mike rises to his feet with a fist in the air and a smile on his face. His opponent flat backed and out cold behind him!~
Smith: Took Mike a little longer than we all expected to get going…but once he did he looked unstoppable
Hood: Guy remains undefeated
Smith: Indeed…the undefeated Craze Champion with an emphatic win. Now he can sit back and watch OGDA and Hellraven later tonight to see who he will be facing at Serial Thrillers.
~Ed Houston is walking backstage and sees someone and nods his head. Immediately the other person grabs Houston and delivers a clothesline~
Hood: what is going on here smith? That's Muffles the Bunny attacking Ed Houston.
Smith: that's not Muffles. There is no more Muffles.
~The person in the bunny suit, delivers a kick to the gut for good measure and walks off~
Hood: that's the second week in a row Ed Houston has been attacked.
Smith: where is Jack Puffer? They need to arrest whoever is behind this.
Hood: Houston better get some back up.. it seems as if there are people who do not like him.
Smith: He's working on it, Hood. He's got TLS and the former Muffles, Warren Lapierre eager to join his club. But...after this...can you really trust Warren?
Hood: I'd never trust a man who wears a bunny suit when he doesn't have to
Smith: You'd have to say that Muffles, at the moment, is the prime suspect...or well Warren is the prime suspect right alongside Curt
Hood: I think it's Curt. It's got to be Curt
Smith: Well I'm sure we'll find out in the coming weeks. In the meantime we've got Melinda Rhodes stepping into the ring fo rthe first time since winning the Margarita Mix at Mayhem on the Midway with her partner, Vincent Langston. She will be facing the red hot Talia Areano. This one should be a doozy
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Singles Match
“The Rebel” Melinda Rhodes (8-2) vs. Talia Areano (5-4)
Belvedere: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM BUENOS AIRES, ARGENTINA...
~"Taking Over Me" by Evanescence hit's the P/A system and through the curtains steps the sultry, curvy figure of one Talia Areano, dressed in her glittery ring gear, kick padded boots, wrestling trunks, top, and pads. Around her waist is the UWF World Championship and on her left shoulder rests the WWA Television Championship! She points to the sky and shoots a wink and a smile to the crowd before marching her way to the ring. Once there she climbs the ring steps, walks the apron a bit, and dips under the second rope, giving a low orbit booty pop shot to the camera. Walking to the center of the ring, she kisses her hand and then blows that kiss to the crowd.~
Belvedere: STANDING AT 5'6" AND WEIGHING IN AT 125 LBS! TALIA AAAAARRRRREEEEAAAAANNNNOOOOO!!!!
~She removes both of her belts and hoists them in the air for the crowd for a modest pop, then heads to her corner and sets them down. There, she waits with arms draped over the ropes for her opponent....~
Belvedere: AND HER OPPONENT!
#BLACK VULTURE'S CIRCLING THA....
#BLACK VULTURE'S CIRCLING THAAA....
#BLACK VULTURE'S CIRCLING TTHHAAA...
......
#SSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKYYYYYYYYY!!!!
~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 5'11" AND WEIGHING IN AT 145 LBS...
RRREBEL RRRRRRHHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDEEEESSSSS!!!!
~Melinda raises her arm with a three finger salute to the fans and gets a huge pop which brings a little smile to her face. She then turns to face her opponent, Talia, who bounces back and forth with a dangerous grin on her lips. The Ref checks over both women and then motions for the bell.~
*DING DING DING*
~Immediately Rhodes and Talia lock up and Talia pulls the Rebel into a sideheadlock. She goes for the takedown but the Rebel slips free, taking an arm and twisting Talia into a rear hammerlock. Talia throws an elbow at the Rebel's face, but Melinda avoids the blow, snaking her head up under Talia's arm and lifting her up for a Hammerlock backdrop! On impact the Rebel hops right to her feet with a bit of swagger and a loud WOOP!~
Smith: Rebel looking good early!
Hood: Yea, Talia could fold
Smith: I do think it’s important for Areano to not get too far behind in this one. She needs to keep that momentum going
Hood: Sure, sure…but is she capable of doing that against Rhodes?
Smith: We’ll have to wait and see
~Talia rolls to her feet, ringing her tingling arm as she and the Rebel circle in a worker's walk. The two approach once again and lock up, this time Rhodes pulling Areano into a sideheadlock and whipping her to the mat. Talia sits up, and attempts to latch a leg around the Rebel's head, but Melinda slips free and they both get back to their feet. The two lock up, Talia takes Rebel down with a sideheadlock and this time the Rebel attempts the exact same motion, only for Talia to slip free of the attempted headscissor lock. They both get to their feet and the Rebel initiates a takedown only for the process to repeat once more. Both get to their feet, determination bristling on their faces.~
Smith: Talia is hanging in there
Hood: How big of an upset would this be…Talia defeating Rhodes?
Smith: One of the bigger upsets of 2018. If it were to happen I’d think Talia would be in line for a major title shot
~Once more another lock up, only the Rebel pulls Talia in for a steep hiptoss, but Talia flips with it, lands on her feet and hits a stiff back kick to the Rebel's gut as she approaches from behind. Rhodes doubles over, staggering back with a groan as Talia rushes to the nearby ropes, rebounds, leaps up, and drills the Rebel face first to the canvas with a facebuster, followed by a rollover and pin!~
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!!!
Smith: Talia nearly pulled off the upset! She’s on fire, Hood
Hood: Might as well call her Hansel
~Rhodes throws a shoulder up and the two separate and roll apart and straight to their feet with the Rebel taking a hard chop to the chest that freezes her in place with a grit of her teeth, followed by a second one that whips her hair forward with a flash of hair! Talia grips the arm and pulls the Rebel into standing wristlock, then twists and cranks it even tighter. Melinda remains doubled over. From there Talia goes for a third twist and yank, only for the Rebel to front flip, pull her into a tight side armlock twist the arm and hit a standing Enziguri to the back of Talia's head with enough force to flip her off her feet and flat on her back!~
Smith: And The Rebel bounces back
Hood: Yea, that doesn’t look good for Areano
Smith: How will she handle the adversity?
~The Rebel then rushes for the nearby ropes and hits a springboard moonsault splashing across Talia and hooking the leg. Yet before the referee can even make a count, Talia takes Melinda by the head and pulls her into a highly modified cradle pin!~
ONE!!
TWO!
T-KICKOUT!!!
Smith: She nearly stole one! Talia has been so close to pulling this off on two occasions
Hood: Yea but at some point Rebel is going to fire back with a fury
Smith: Indeed
~The Rebel thrashes free from the pinfall rolling to a crouch while Talia gets to her feet, a hand to her stomach with a wince of pain. She turns and spins with a kick aimed at Mel's head, but the Rebel catches her foot, then get to her feet. Talia goes for an Enziguri, but the Rebel ducks the kick. Talia's foot flying foot plants on the canvas then shoots with a mule kick right into the Rebel's jaw, forcing her to release the leg and stumble through the ropes to land on the apron, partially hung up!~
Smith: Talia continues to seize opportunity
Hood: She’s hanging in there…I’m surprised
Smith: Perhaps it’s time we recognize Talia Areano as a legit player here in OCW
~Talia sizes the stunned Rhodes up, backs up, and gets a running start with a low orbit dropkick straight to her back, sending her sprawling out onto the floor. Grips the ropes as the Rebel rights to her feet, then slingshots up and over with a flying body splash, but the Rebel sidesteps and throws a fist right into Talia's gut with an audible SMACK that sends her to the floor curled up and clutching at her gut with croaking coughs!~
Smith: And the Rebel comeback is underway
Hood: Yea you have to finish her when you get the chance
Smith: Indeed
~Rebel gathers Talia up and slings her towards the apron where Talia turns and slams back first into the Apron with a wince. The Rebel rushes in with a blistering chop of her own across Areano's chest, answering the blow from earlier. The Argentinian Technico grits her teeth and clutches at her chest. The Rebel hits a second, even louder chop across Talia's exposed mid drift, the smack reverberating over the crowd and forcing Talia to double over. Melinda then slings Talia back into the ring.~
Smith: She’s really giving it to Talia!
Hood: Is the magical run of Areano over?
Smith: It might be
~Talia rolls to her feet just as the Rebel leaps onto the apron, hops onto the top rope and takes flight. Talia turns just in time for the Rebel's legs to wrap around her head. Melinda spirals out to the left and hurls Talia off her feet with a picture perfecting springboard diving headscissor toss. Talia lands flat on her back with grit teeth, partially sitting up.~
Smith: Ouch
Hood: Yea I think Talia’s early offense just pissed Rhodes off
~Rhodes crouches low, watching and waiting, stomping her foot loudly on the canvas. Talia rises turns, and before she's even realized what's happening, the Rebel has gone zero to sixty high gear, spearing her in half with enough force to practically fold the woman in half!~
Smith: RHODES KILL!!! RHODES KILL!!!!
Hood: Oh man how did she not spew her fucking lunch all over the canvas from that hit?!
~While her opponent lets out a long crooning noise from deep within her throat, trying to suck in every ounce of wind that had just been knocked out of her lungs, the Rebel drags Talia to the center of the ring, grips both legs and spreads them, steps through them, crosses them, and turns, flipping the woman on her belly. Melinda then squats and leans back, her own head touching the back of Talia's as she folds her opponent completely in half with....~
Smith: TALIA'S IN NO WOMAN'S LAND AND LOCKED IN THE REBEL DEATHLOCK!!!
Hood: and she's got nowhere to go and only one option!!!
~Talia, wails in agony, the Rebel's jet black hair in her face.~
Rhodes: TAP BITCH TTTTAAAAAAPPPPP!!!!
~Talia reached out and began hammering the canvas with her open palm, tapping out!~
*DING DING DING!*
~The Rebel breaks the hold as her music hit's the P/A System, a fist raised triumphantly into the air!~
Belvedere: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY SUBMISSION.... RRRRREBEL RRRRRRHHHHHHOOOOODDDDEEEESSS!!!
Smith: I wonder if the dual champion of UWF and WWA came into this match completely underestimating Rhodes?
Hood: Could be a little of that as well as just the strain of working multiple promotions. The best athletes concentrate their efforts on one company, shining brightest there before all else.
~As the Rebel celebrated in the ring, All Good Things, "For The Glory" sounded over the P/A system and out steps none other than Bruce Rage. His blond hair is short and spiked, his bulging muscles barely restrained by a white T-shirt two sizes too small, blue jeans, and athletic shoes. The 6' 5" 300 pound beast got a harsh glare from the Rebel in the ring as he brought a microphone to his lips.~
Rage: You talk alotta' shit on social media, but can you back it up on the spot, honey? You told me you were going to feed me my balls.... Next week, I want to see you try! YOU AND ME BITCH! FADING BEAUTY AND THE BEAST! ONE ON ONE!!!
~The Rebel walks over to the ropes and motions for a microphone, which is then promptly handed to her.~
Rebel: You want to be humiliated next week? Fine with me kid. You got your match!
~Bruce nods his head with a huge grin.~
Rage: I'll make sure they chisel on your tombstone, "She died how she lived.... LIKE A BITCH!"
~He tosses his microphone aside and backs up through the curtains with an evil laugh, the Rebel scowling at him with venom in her gaze....~
~Backstage is where we find Miss Who’re who has a mic in her hand, standing in front of the locker room door. The door opens up and walking out of the locker room is OGDA. He smiles upon seeing Who’re, we think, he is after all, wearing a mask.~
WHO’RE: OGDA!
OGDA: Miss Who Are! How are you?
WHO’RE: I’m good. Thank for asking, and you?
OGDA: Fantastic! I can feel the energy already from my Rainbow Warriors! I hear the chants from each and every single little buddy that is here tonight! This is going to be a great night Miss Who are, and do you know why?
WHO’RE: Why?
OGDA: Tonight is going top be awesome, because in a couple of minutes, I will punch my ticket to Serial Thrillers, I will then go on to face Mr. Harrison for the OCW Craze Championship and that Miss Who Are, makes me happy! And a happy OGDA, is a happy OGDA!
WHO’RE: Now before you run off, I do have a question. You don’t like wrestling the ladies.
OGDA: No. I do not.
WHO’RE: Any hesitation or doubts as you get ready to face HellRaven in a couple of minutes from now?
OGDA: Like I said before Miss Who Are. I don’t like it. I think it’s wrong, but I want that title. I want that match on Serial Thrillers so I’m going to do something I don’t agree with. I’m being completely selfish here and I hope at the end of the match, HellRaven can forgive me for hitting her. I truly don’t mean it.
WHO’RE: Good luck to you OGDA.
OGDA: ahh! Thanks! You know what Miss Who Are, for being so nice….
~OGDA hugs Who’re, which catches her off guard.~
OGDA: You get a hug! Bye bye now!
WHO’RE: Such a nice guy he is. Back to you guys.
~We cut back to ringside~
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Craze #1 Contenders Match
OGDA (2-1) vs. Hellraven (2-2)
~It’s getting late in the evening. These fans know only two matches remain. Matches with significant title implications. Which one is next? I think we all know the answer to that. With Marcus Welsh in charge we can all rest assured that the OCW Title will continue to headline these events. So…with that being said…Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our next match of the evening! This match is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this match will go on to face Mike Harrison at Serial Thrillers for the OCW Craze Championship! Introducing first…
~A rainbow shoots over the entrance way....~
"Most of the time I guess I am!"
~OGDA runs out from the back to a huge pop from every Shining Star in attendance!~
"But if there's trouble I'll be there
~The Rainbow Warriors are flooding the ramp area to the ring just to get close to OGDA!
"Look at me go!
~Highfives!
"Flying through the sky,
Fighting the bad guys,
There's no need to fear
Cuz I'll be here"
~The children are reunited with their parents!
"I'll be your superhero"
~Everyone! Sing along!~
Belvedere: Introducing next…From the hearts of every Shining Star in the world, from the Smiles of each and every single little buddy that has graced God's green earth…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 320ish lbs…Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris!!!
~OGDA slides into the ring upon hearing his name. He stands tall and triumphant~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The sounds of a thunderstorm echo across the arena speakers as purplish-blue spotlights come to life near the entrance ramp. At their centre, head down, arms folded, is a tall and slender figure, their long hair falling forward onto their face and partially obscuring it.~
~The figure remains in this position until a moment later, when the rainstorm transitions into the iconic opening guitar lead to Slayer's 'Raining Blood'. At the same time as this transition occurs, the blue spotlights go out, leaving the house lights to illuminate what is now clearly seen to be a young woman. As the riff begins, she uncrosses her arms, holding them out to each side in a double show of the metal horns as she indulges in a spot of headbanging~
~Then, as the legendary lead gives way to mid-tempo riffing, the girl makes her way down the ramp, keeping her focus on the ring but not neglecting the occasional outstretched hand in her path. Once at ringside, she scales the steel steps and lets herself in through the middle rope. From there, she makes her way across the mat to the furthest turnbuckle and slumps down into a seated position, her arms resting on her knees. She retains this position right up until the bell rings, at which point she stands up and coolly removes her leather jacket, before stepping forward to start the match~
Belvedere: From Tokyo, Japan…standing 5’7 and weighing in at 130lbs…Hellraven!!!
Smith: Hellaven looks ready
Hood: Shit, she’d better be ready…she’s in there with a monster who THINKS he’s a super hero. You know a person who thinks he’s a super hero is more dangerous than an actual super hero
Smith: I hadn’t heard that
Hood: Oh it’s true, man, believe you me
~Belvedere promptly exits the ring. The bell sounds. That means it’s ON like Billabong. OGDA wastes no time in going after Hellraven. Raven does her best to avoid OGDA and his massive muscles. She darts out of the way from the oncoming bull rush. She hops through the ropes, standing on the apron, hoping to slow things down a little. Hoping to find a point of attack to exploit…anything to offset the advantage in size and strength OGDA holds over her~
Smith: Raven showing far more equanimity this week. Last week she was the aggressor…this week she’s sizing up her competition before attacking
Hood: Yea well facing a masked lunatic might do that to a person
Smith: Indeed
Hood: And what’s with the lunatics around here, anyway? Syren and Iggy…okay. But now we’ve got OGDA and Bruce Rage? What the hell…at least Muffles unmasked
Smith: I hear that bunny mask is still backstage
Hood: …why?
~OGDA turns and spots Raven on the apron. He charges forward with a lariat. Hellraven ducks and slips through the ropes. She jumps on OGDA’s back and tears at the front of his mask. It looks like she’s both trying to rip at it while also getting her fingers into his eyes and mouth. OGDA yells and tries to pry her hands off. It’s working. So, Hellraven adjusts her attack and applies a sleeper. It’s pretty low and deep indicating that it might be a choke. Scruff, however, has never really been able to tell the difference, so he just stands there, observing the situation~
Smith: Smart move by Hellraven…she’s got a ‘slight’ advantage here
Hood: Is that some sort of double entendre referring to her position in the match as well as her frame?
Smith: Not intentionally but now that you mention it
Hood: Oh fuck off
~OGDA’s wind has been effectively shut off. He’s gasping for air. Even superheroes need oxygen – most of them, anyway. OGDA falls to one knee. The fans start to clap their hands. They aren’t FULLY behind OGDA…but they don’t want to see him die, either. His head starts to dip. Hellraven looks up for a moment, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Her arms loosen for just a second. OGDA’s muscles tense. Some oxygen makes its way back into his lungs. He starts to fire up! Hellraven realizes her error and reapplies max pressure to the hold. It’s too late, however, as OGDA is on his feet!! He reaches back, grabs Hellraven by the hair and flips her over!! She lands on her ass, in front of OGDA! She grabs her lower back in pain. OGDA throws a stiff kick into her spine!! Hellraven arches her back and rolls away, toward the ropes. She rolls underneath the bottom rope and back onto the apron~
Smith: Another rookie mistake by Hellraven and OGDA capitalized
Hood: So you admit she was choking him…and you are, strangely, okay with this
Smith: I can’t say with 100% certainty that she was choking him, Hood
Hood: LIAR
~Hellraven gets to her feet on the apron. OGDA charges in looking for a spear! Hellraven dodges his spear attempt leaving OGDA caught in the ropes, half in, half out. Hellraven throws a stiff kicking to the side of OGDA’s head. She then snares his head and looks OGDA in a front face lock. He leans back, wraps her legs around his body and squeezes as hard as she can. Scruff administers a count. He gets to five and Hellraven lets go. She drops to the floor. OGDA’s body slides off the ropes and he falls roughly to the outside, landing on his right shoulder~
Smith: Nice awareness shown by Hellraven to avoid the spear and then use OGDA’s predicament to her advantage
Hood: I still think those masks make people half blind
Smith: I disagree
~Raven lays some stiff kicks into OGDA’s shoulder. Has she found a target area? Maybe. OGDA is quick to scramble away, holding onto his shoulder, aware that it has become a vulnerable target. Hellraven tries to grab him by the mask, to keep him from crawling away. But he’s a super quick crawler. She reaches for his trunks, legs and finally his feet, but he slips away and reaches the barricade. He stands, leaning against it, holding his shoulder. Hellraven returns to her feet and charges in. OGDA ducks! He tries to lift Hellraven into the crowd with a back body drop but Hellraven lands atop the barricade! OGDA turns around. Hellraven throws a roundhouse kick at his head…he ducks and hoists Hellraven onto his shoulders in the Electric Chair! She reaches down, again pawing and clawing at his mask! He falls back and drops Hellraven on her back! The wind is knocked from her lungs…she gasps for air. OGDA sits up and moves his shoulder around, keeping it loose~
Smith: And there is the overwhelming strength advantage coming into play
Hood: Oh so now you’re gonna say Hellraven is stronger than OGDA?
Smith: Absolutely not
~OGDA returns to his feet. He grabs Raven by the hair. It appears as though her wind is returning. OGDA looks to toss her into the ring but Raven fights him off, angrily. She throws a discuss forearm but has her arm caught by the massive hands of OGDA. She looks up at him like “Well, that was a dumb fucking idea.” Raven kicks OGDA in the knee. He lets her go. She hustles toward the steps, attempting to create some distance. OGDA goes after her. He’s scary quick and scary agile. Hellraven quickly realizes this and moves with more urgency. She hops over the steps…OGDA reaches and snares her by the hair with his right hand. Raven is caught. The steps are in between them. She does the one thing she can think to do to help her in this situation. She hops feet first into the ring, in the corner and whips her head around, smacking the arm and shoulder of OGDA into the ring post!!! OGDA reaches for his shoulder, letting Raven go immediately. He falls into the barricade holding his right shoulder in pain. The crowd at ringside cheers the move. Raven sits up, holding both her head and neck~
Smith: What a creative move…not sure how wise it was considering the trauma it gave her neck…but a creative move nonetheless
Hood: Fucking head bangers
Smith: Who knew head banging would open a window of opportunity in this match
Hood: Like, why do people even head bang? I’ve tried it…don’t ask me why…but I tried it and all it did was make my head and neck hurt. Kinda like Hellraven in there
Smith: I guess that’s why old men shouldn’t head bang, Hood
~OGDA spots Hellraven selling her neck and fights through his shoulder pain, heading for the ring. He gets in under the bottom rope to go after Hellraven. Hellraven, though, quickly latches onto him with an armbar! She’s got his right arm locked tight!! OGDA clinches his fist and writhes around, looking for the ropes. He’s in obvious pain. Scruff slides in to see if OGDA wants to give it up~
Smith: An armbar! That right arm is taking a beating
Hood: I think he tapped!
Smith: He did not!
Hood: You can’t see it because of his mask…but he definitely yelled “OH MY GOSH THIS HURTS SO MUCH PLEASE END THE MATCH!”
Smith: Fake news
~OGDA wiggles and is able to pulls Raven’s much smaller frame. He slides far enough where he’s able to place his foot atop the bottom rope. Scruff comes in and orders a break. He counts to five. Like before, Raven waits until the very last second before releasing OGDA’s arm. The masked hero holds his right shoulder while keeping his foot on the bottom rope. Hellraven gets to her feet looking confident…victory feels near~
Smith: She can smell it, Hood!
Hood: Now THAT’s fake news…I brushed before I came out here
Smith: Yes, but did you floss?
Hood: I hate flossing
~OGDA continues to hold his shoulder. Hellraven has had enough of this waiting bullshit. She goes after him. She’s certainly an aggressive individual. She reaches for his bad arm…but he rises! He hoists her up onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry!! Hellraven looks around, wide eyed and surprised. Something painful is headed her way. She does the only thing she can in an effort to be freed…she goes after his shoulder with knees. OGDA’s grip weakens and he drops Hellraven to the mat. Hellraven runs into the ropes…she bounces off…OGDA turns around and is DRILLED in the face by a flying knee!!! He stumbles around…Hellraven hits the ropes again and again hits him with a flying knee. OGDA drops to one knee, stunned and wobbly. Hellraven hits the ropes a third time and lunges through the air with a third flying knee that connects with more impact than the previous two. OGDA falls onto his back, center of the ring. Hellraven makes the cover, alertly placing her weight on his left shoulder while struggling to hook a leg. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: He kicked out! His legs were too strong for Hellraven’s grip
Hood: Man she’s kneeing the shit out of his guy. He KNEEDS to do something
Smith: Yes, yes he does
Hood: Get it…he KNEEDS to do something
Smith: No
Hood: I’m saying it with a K in front of the n!
Smith: How on Earth could you expect me to know that?!
~Hellraven, frustrated, gets to her feet. She apparently thought that would be it. OGDA is still on his back. Hellraven throws an angry kick at him. OGDA sits up. Hellraven looks around, confused. She throws another kick…OGDA gets to one knee! The crowd starts to fire up behind OGDA. Hellraven runs her fingers through her hair, staring wide eyed at the masked man. She throws another kick…OGDA fires up to his feet! An “OGDA” chants starts! He’s got the crowd behind him. Hellraven watches OGDA march around the ring, pumping up the crowd. She’s confused. She’s bewildered. She’s nonplussed. She’s never experienced anything like this before~
Smith: OGDA is fired up!
Hood: Yet another guy who should be drug tested
~Hellraven does what’s in her nature. She attacks OGDA with some wild punches. OGDA isn’t fazed. He blocks the final one and shoves Hellraven back. He promptly yells “NARWHAL!” He places a fist to his forehead before charging ahead, taking Hellraven down!! Hellraven gets up only to hear “NARWHAL” a second time. OGDA performs a second charge! He repeats this again and again…each time Raven is slower to return to her feet. A sixth charge is administered which keeps Raven down for longer than usual. She rolls onto her side, groggily. OGDA is in a corner, ready to perform a potential record breaking (for OCW, anyway) seventh consecutive charge. The fans are fully behind OGDA and his superhuman recovery~
Smith: Rampage of the Narwhal!
Hood: This guy is either on or off his drugs. Either way he’s crazy!
Smith: Indeed!
~Hellraven FINALLY gets up. OGDA places his fist to his head and yells “NARWHAL!!!” He runs forward, but Hellraven counters by taking his right arm, jumping into the air and dropping it across her knees with a variation of the codebreaker. We are sure there is an official name for this move…unfortunately, we do not know it. OGDA is instantly stymied. He reaches for his right arm, holding it in tremendous pain. Hellraven remains on the mat, staring at the lights. She, too, is in bad shape. Scruff looks around, preparing to begin a count~
Smith: Could we see a double count out?
Hood: I fucking hope not. NO MORE DRAWS
~Scruff yells out “ONE!” The count has begun. Hellraven begins to move around. Scruff yells “TWO!” She finds OGDA’s bad arm and reaches for it. Scruff yells “THREE!” Hellraven instantly applies another armbar! OGDA is far from the ropes! He writhes around in pain. Scruff quits counting and drops to his knees asking OGDA if he wants to give it up~
Smith: We saw Andrea Hernandez make Axel Veiga tap out in similar fashion. It doesn’t matter how big you are…a vicious submission applied to an already injured body part can sometimes prove to be too much
Hood: Veiga did NOT tap out
Smith: Agree to disagree
~OGDA can’t reach the ropes! The fans are on their feet. The anticipate a tap. OGDA is refusing to tap. Hellraven works the arm over, moving side to side and pulling as hard as she can. OGDA starts to fire up. This isn’t like before…this is a more ‘normal’ fire up. He’s using what strength and energy he has to force his body to fight back. He gets to his feet and with everything he’s got lifts Hellraven off the mat. Hellraven looks around…she chooses not to let go. OGDA throws her into the mat with a sort of one armed powerbomb!! Hellraven hits hard, instantly releasing the armbar. OGDA falls into his corner, holding his right arm. He’s wounded~
Smith: What a move! Talk about power!
Hood: Yea but Hellraven probably weights like fifty pounds
Smith: 130lbs, actually
Hood: You and your fucking facts
~Hellraven sits up, coughing. The wind has been knocked from her lungs twice in this match. She gets to her feet. OGDA, holding his right shoulder, remains in the corner, on his feet. He sees Hellraven up and charges in! He drills her with a spear using his left shoulder!!! Hellraven nearly lands on her head from the impact!!! OGDA returns to his feet, holding his shoulder. He heads to the ropes, stepping through them onto the apron, waiting to pounce~
Smith: This could be it! OGDA is looking for Wrath of the Rainbow!
Hood: Is that sorta what happens when you anger a crowd of homosexuals?
Smith: I won’t answer that
~Hellraven gets to her feet. She’s doing this more on instinct, apparently, than awareness. OGDA leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off with a flying forearm. But Hellraven ducks!!! OGDA lands on his feet. Hellraven turns around. OGDA runs toward the ropes, not wasting any movement. It’s fluid and seamless. He leaps onto the second rope and leaps off, spinning in mid air and hitting Hellraven with a springboard foearm!!! Hellraven hits the mat with tremendous force! The crowd pops! OGDA uses his left arm to wrap up both her legs. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the man who will go on to face Mike Harrison at Serial Thrillers for a shot at the Craze Championship….Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris!!!!!
Smith: OGDA did it! Even with, basically one arm
Hood: Fucker can fly
Smith: A tremendous specimen athletically…there is nothing physically holding this man back from being a main eventer here in OCW
Hood: Nope…have to give the kid credit, though. She looked great
Smith: Indeed…Hellraven has had a tough road to start her career. Tougher than she expected or probably deserves…but she has looked tremendous. A future star
Hood: Hey man you know me…I’m not much for these women wrestlers. But Hellraven…she’s alright
Smith: That might be the nicest thing you’ve said all year about anyone, Hood
Hood: Blah
I have just the thing to wear
I'm a superhero"
It's mayhem!
It's Madness!
Sally is sad cuz she didn't get a hug!~
I'm a superhero
Look at me go"
Hugs!
Lowfives!
Selfies!
All of this going on as OCW's Superhero makes his way to the ring....~
Everyone is happy!
Sally got a hug!
There is so much happiness as the OGDA rolls into the ring and climbs the nearest set of turnbuckles!~
~We cut backstage where Marcus Welsh is getting a massage from Greg. Cap Slock is standing nearby with Knux and Barry Man is Low both taping their fists as though they are preparing for combat. A steel chair sits next to Knux~
Cap Slock: WELL BOSS. YOUR MAN HAS GOT A TOUGH ONE TONIGHT.
Marcus Welsh: What do you mean MY man?
Greg: Yea, what do you mean HIS man?
Marcus Welsh: Quiet, Greg!
Cap Slock: I MEANT NOTHING BY IT, SIR. NO SUGGESTION IMPLIED. I’M JUST CURIOUS TO SEE HOW THIS MAIN EVENT GOES DOWN.
Marcus Welsh: Oh I’m not concerned. Zybala’s got his wish. He gets to cash in his OCW Title contract that he won on some island run by a masked guy who was obviously biased. I mean where’s the PRYDE in that? It’s a good thing I wasn’t running things when Pryde was around. I can guarantee he would have been put right in his place. But, regardless, I am a fair man so Zybala is getting his shot tonight.
Cap Slock: YESSIR. IT’S GREAT TO HAVE CONFIDENCE IN THE CHAMP.
Marcus Welsh: Always. The champ should win this thing in under two minutes. But, sometimes miracles do occur. So we’ve got a few tricks up our sleeve in case the impossible becomes possible. No matter what happens I promise you and everyone at home that Matt Meyhu will be OCW Champion by the time we go off the air tonight.
Cap Slock: I HAVE ALWAYS HAD FAITH IN YOU, SIR.
Greg: Don’t forget this, babe.
~Greg hands Welsh a SMEDIUM sized ref shirt. Welsh asks for privacy from everyone but Greg so he can put it on. We cut to ringside~
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OCW Championship
“The Marvel” Matt Meyhu (c) (21-2) vs. Mike Zybala (7-2)
Smith: And here we are folks. Main event time and it has that big match feel to it!
Hood: Well duh! It has The Marvel defending his title. He could be the curtain jerker and it would still be the most important match on the card.
Smith: I don't know if he's THAT great but he certainly has proven why he's the champ. Let's take it to Belvedere.
~Belvedere is standing in the ring, microphone in hand and looking as professional as ever. He raises the microphone and starts his magic.~
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your main event of the evening! The following match is for the OCW Championship and is scheduled for one fall!
The Fans: ONE FALL!!!
Belvedere: Introducing first, the challenger!
~"Party Hard" hits the speakers as the fans erupt with cheers. Mike Zybala walks out from behind the curtain and smiles at the fans. He makes his way down the ramp, high-fiving fans as he passes them and gesturing his hands across his waist, as if to say the belt is his. ~
Belvedere: On his way to the ring, weighing in tonight at.....(looks closer at his card)... ".0816 metric tons", from Buffalo, New York! He is your OCW commissioner, MIKE ZYBALAAAAAAA!!
~The fans cheer louder at the name. Zybala gets in the ring and shakes hands with Belvedere. Zybala waves to all the fans before getting in a corner and looking up the ramp, waiting for his opponent. He music stops and Belvedere continues.~
Belvedere: And his opponent....
~The crowd begins to BOOO!!! The Marvel emerges from behind the curtain. He is holding his OCW championship. Meyhu looks around at the fans, soaking in the boos as if they were cheers. He is Matt Meyhu! He doesn't care. He knows he's better. Meyhu makes his way down the ramp and stops in the center. He spreads his arms wide and a loud pop is heard as streamers and thirteen dollar bills falling from the rafters.
Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois, standing 6’5" and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the current REIGNING and DEFENDING OCW CHAMPION…he is THE MARVEL…MATT MEYYYYYYYYYHU!!!
Hood: What a specimen! What a wrestler! What a.... Marvel!
Smith: Pun intended?
Hood: What pun?
~Meyhu puts the belt over his shoulder and smiles at Zybala before pointing back at the entrance way. The boos get even louder as Marcus Welsh walks out wearing a referee shirt. Zybala shouts "bullshit" as Welsh makes his way down the ramp and next to Meyhu. The two then head towards the ring,. Meyhu's theme song dies down as the two enter the ring and Belvedere exits. ~
Smith: Oh what is this? Welsh is stacking the odds in Meyhu's favor. He's doing anything he can to make sure Zybala doesn't win the belt.
Hood: Can you blame him? Would you want that clown being the face of your company?
Smith: I think Zybala would make a fine champion.
Hood: And that's why you're not in charge.
~Welsh goes over to Zybala and checks him for weapons, perhaps maybe a bit too thoroughly. Zybala is getting annoyed at this. Finally, Welsh stops his pat down and turns towards Meyhu. He looks him up and down, and with a "you're good champ" calls for the bell. Zybala rolls his eyes but what can he do. He walks towards Meyhu, who just goes in between the ropes. Welsh quickly gets in Zybala's path and issues a stern warning. Zybala tries making a case that he didn't touch the champ but Welsh isn't hearing it. Meyhu laughs and gets back in the ring.~
Smith: Well, it looks like Meyhu is going to retain tonight.
Hood: That was a forgone conclusion before the show even started. Glad to see that you're finally coming around to see the man's greatness.
Smith: I'm not talking about that. I'm saying that there is no way that Welsh is going to call this one fair.
Hood: Blasphemy! Mr. Welsh is the very epitome of fair!
~Zybala goes after Meyhu again, and this time the champ decides to lock up with Zybala. The two struggle against each other for a bit before Zybala starts to push back Meyhu with ease. Maybe a little to easy in fact. As soon as Meyhu's back touches the ropes, he grabs a hold of Zybala tighter and looks at Welsh. Welsh nods and starts a five count. Zybala tries to let go but Meyhu has a good grip. When Welsh reaches "five" he gets in between the two and breaks them apart. He then gets in Zybala's face about respecting the rules as the fans boo! Zybala tries to argue, but Welsh warns him to follow the rules. Meyhu quickly gets behind Zybala and locks him in a sleeperhold! Without wasting a moment, Welsh lifts up Zybala's arm and tries to pull it back down, but Zybala keeps his arm high up~
Smith: In all my years, I have never seen such blatant favoritism or disregard for the rules!
Hood: I agree! Mr. Welsh had to yell at Zybala TWICE so far for cheating. I'm surprised he hasn't been disqualified yet.
Smith: What match are you watching?
Hood: The one where the champ has it in the bag.
~Zybala finally manages to free his arm from Welsh's hold. He then takes that arm, bends it at the elbow and drives it hard into Meyhu's stomach. The champ absorbs the blow and still holds on to the sleeper. Zybala gives him another, harder elbow to the midsection and Meyhu releases the hold. Zybala turns to face Meyhu and boots him in the knee! Meyhu groans in pain as he grabs his knee. Before Zybala can continue his attack however, Welsh stops him. Zybala glares at the general manager as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what looks like a piece of skin. He hands it to Zybala, who grabs it, more out of curiosity than anything. Zybala lifts it up tp exam it. It's a bald cap. Zybala glares at a grinning Welsh, who threatens to disqualify Zybala if he doesn't put it on. The fans boo as Zybala reluctantly puts on the bald cap. Meyhu is laughing at this sight~
Hood: Hey look, it's ZyBalda!!
Smith: How much more is Welsh going to abuse his power in this match.
Hood: What are you talking about? That's a great look for Zybalda!
~Welsh and Meyhu are side by side laughing at Zybala, who is looking really pissed off! He lunges forward with a superkick and Meyhu grabs Welsh and pulls him in the path of the kick. Zybala stops at the very last second as his foot comes within centimeters of Welsh`s face. As he puts his foot down, Welsh gets in Zybala's face and warns him about attempting to hit a referee. Zybala puts the blame on Meyhu, which Welsh chooses to not believe. As the two are arguing, Meyhu sneaks behind Zybala, drops to his knees and uppercuts between Zybala's legs! Zybala catches the arm before it can make contact with the family jewels and glares at Welsh~
Welsh: What?
Zybala: He tried hitting me in the balls!
Welsh: Key word is tried. No contact, no foul.
~Zybala cusses as he steps over Meyhu's arm and drags the champ to a standing position. Meyhu quickly breaks free of Zybala and grabs him by the head and tucks it under his arm. Meyhu then lifts Zybala up for a suplex and holds him upside down, letting the blood drain to Zybala's head. Meyhu falls backwards and Zybala crashes to the mat. Meyhu quickly lays across him and Welsh gets in position. He tries to fast count, but Zybala kicks out at a very dubious two. Meyhu grabs Zybala by the head again and drags him to his feet. Before Meyhu can do anything, Zybala slaps him in the face and quickly runs to the ropes and leans between him. As Meyhu stalks him, Zybala yells at Welsh that he's in the ropes and to enforce the rules. Welsh sighs and holds back an angry Meyhu. Meyhu starts yelling at Welsh, asking him who's side he's on. As Welsh tries to calm down the champ, Zybala walks over and kicks Meyhu between the legs! The fans cheer as Meyhu drops to his knees, grasping his nether regions. Welsh yells at Zybala and is about to dq him when Meyhu reaches up and punches Zybala in the junk! The fans groan as Zybala falls to his knees. Both men are grabbing their crotches in pain and Welsh starts yelling at them about the rules, though more so at Zybala than Meyhu. They look at each other and nod without saying a word. Meyhu and Zybala both then each raise a hand and backhand Welsh in the crotch! The fans cheer the loudest they have all evening as Welsh falls to the mat, cupping himself, with tears of pain streaming down his eyes. We hear a loud wail of agony from the backstage area. Zybala and Meyhu slowly getting to their feet and start slugging away at each other. The fans are cheering that the action is finally picking up. The champ is getting the upper hand as Zybala is reeling against the mighty fists of Meyhu. Zybala is backing up, almost bumping into Welsh who is getting to his feet. Meyhu quickly goes for the M100 superkick! Zybala grabs Welsh and pulls him in front of the kick! Meyhu nails Welsh square in the jaw. Welsh drops to the mat as Meyhu and Zybala just look at each other~
Hood: That sonofabitch Zybala!
Smith: What did he do? Meyhu was the one who superkicked Welsh.
Hood: And Zybala pulled the boss in the way! It's his fault!
???: YOU MONSTERS!!
~A voice can be heard from the back. Suddenly, Greg comes running from the back towards the ring. He slides in and goes right next to Welsh. He leans over and tries to give Welsh mouth to mouth. Welsh is suddenly revived. He sits up and looks around, pushing Greg away~
Smith: No comment
Hood: Yea, I’m not touching that one
~Welsh looks at Meyhu and Zybala. They are trying to figure out what is going on. Welsh attempts a surreptitious toss of the head in Zybala’s direction. Trying to tell Meyhu something. Meyhu doesn’t quite get it because, well, this has been a super weird match and nobody is really sure what’s happening. Suddenly, Zybala comes out of nowhere with a superkick under Meyhu’s chin!! The champ goes stiff, falling to the mat. Zybala makes the cover! The fans are going wild. Welsh sits up wide eyed. He stands. The fans are yelling “COUNT!”~
Smith: Count the pin!
Hood: He’s not going to count the pin…you think he’s crazy? Zybala as OCW champion would be instant death to the promotion
Smith: I disagree! We need to be fair here…count the pin!
~Welsh shakes his head. He looks like he’s going to give in. That is until he waves toward the back! Knux comes rushing out with a chair! The fans boo heavily. Knux slides in the ring holding the chair. Zybala pops to his feet. Knux swings the chair at Zybala. Zybala ducks and superkicks the chair into Knux’s face!! Knux stumbles into Welsh, taking him down! The crowd is going wild~
Smith: Welsh’s attempt at ruining this match may have backfired!
Hood: Yea but if he’s out there isn’t a ref to count the pinfall
~Puff and Scruff try to come down to the ring. Gruff can’t be bothered by this shit. Barry Man is Low gets in their way, preventing access. Zybala shakes his head, witnessing the lengths Welsh has gone through to prevent him from winning. Suddenly, behind him, the champ kips up! Zybala turns around…Meyhu grabs him for an Ego Trip and drops him in the center of the ring! The crowd boos heavily! Meyhu makes the cover but Welsh is still down. Barry Man is Low looks up at the OCWtron and sees the visible pinfall. He finally moves, allowing Scruff to hit the ring. Scruff slides in to make the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder up!!
Smith: He got his shoulder up! Yes! Hang in there, Mike!
Hood: Fucking hell…Scruff where were you?
Smith: Being restrained when it looked as though Zybala would get the pin, that’s where!
~Meyhu gets up, he’s furious at Scruff. He finds Knux and helps him up. He yells at Barry. Barry rushes to the ring. Both Barry and Knux are standing over Zybala. Meyhu orders them to kick Zybala into the mat. They hesitate. Welsh, from the corner is heard saying “Do what the champ says!” So, they start to lay the boots to Zybala. The fans boo and boo and boo. Trash starts to get thrown into the ring~
Smith: This is breaking down into complete chaos!
Hood: These fans need to chill the fuck down
Smith: They are furious…a mockery has been made of this match…of that man they love so much, Mike Zybala
~A few fans suddenly jump the barricade! Security rushes over but they get swarmed. Fans are spilling into the ringside area uncontrollably like the end of a surprising football game. Welsh is wide eyed. The fans are rushing the ring, going after Knux and Barry and Meyhu. Welsh looks at Greg who is at ringside. Greg pulls him out of the ring. Welsh yells “CHAMP!” Meyhu hurries out of the ring before the fans can overcome him. Greg sprints around the ring and snares the OCW Title returning it to Meyhu. Welsh and Meyhu pause at the bottom of the ramp~
Smith: The OCW fans have taken over the ringside area! There aren’t enough security guards to contain them! They are mobbing Barry and Knux!
Hood: Arrest them all! These fucking animals! They almost touched the champ!
~Welsh realizes Barry and Knux are beyond saving. So he turns to the champ and says “Let’s get out of here!” Meyhu, Welsh and Greg rush up the ramp. They reach the top. We suddenly hear a voice over the PA~
Mike Zybala: Meyhu…
Smith: It’s Zybala!
Hood: He’s alive…why aren’t the fans beating HIM up
Smith: Because they love him!
~The fans find Zybala. They hoist him up into the air. He’s beaten up and in pain. But the man will not be silenced~
Mike Zybala: I still have my title shot. You can’t take that away from me. This does not count. I’m going to cash it in again and again and again until you give me a fair contest.
~Meyhu starts to head down to the ring, noticing how beat up Zybala is. But Welsh holds him back. He doesn’t want his champ in the ring with all those fans~
Mike Zybala: So next week I hereby cash in my OCW Title shot…once again. Only this time I will get a fair shake. This time I will get a legit opportunity. This time I will face Matt Meyhu for the OCW Title inside a Steel Cage!
~The crowd goes wild! Meyhu looks at Welsh and says “He can’t do that. Right? He can’t do that?” Welsh replies “Of course not, champ. Of course not.” But it’s obvious that Welsh isn’t 100% certain~
Smith: Zybala and Meyhu in a cage next week for the OCW Title! Welsh and his goons won’t be able to interfere!
Hood: He can’t do that! He can’t just MAKE that stipulation
Smith: Oh I think he can, Hood. I think he can
~Zybala throws the mic over his shoulder and leans forward, holding his ribi n pain. The fans chant his name, holding him in the air was we fade to black~