OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, November 5th 2018
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~Another Monday night is upon us! We are one week removed from Serial Thrillers. What a night! We are still reeling! We return home from work to find the fridge hopelessly empty. There aren’t even any semi-appetizing leftovers. It’s all condiments and various brands of beer bottles. We could call in a pizza but that shit is way overpriced. Plus those delivery drivers expect a decent tip. We also went a little hard over the weekend and spent more money than anticipated. So, do we scale back? Do we forego an evening meal this Monday evening? Our wall clock reads an hour later than it should. Damn time change. We fuck with that trying to get it fixed. It always takes us a few minutes to remember how to change the time because, ya know, we only mess with it twice a year. Once fixed he realize that Massacre is starting in a few minutes! Now is the time for a decision. The fridge door is opened once more. We stare at the beer. For some reason this reminds us of tonight’s lineup. “Hmm, four matches,” we say to ourselves. Three of which are of the squash variety. It’s a light show. So we decide to have a light evening. We grab a bottle of beer and take a seat on the couch. Fuck food we’ll go liquid and pass out after the show. The OCW logo flashes followed by the Massacre image. It’s time!! We cut into an arena filled with screaming OCW fans~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! We are one week removed from Serial Thrillers and, well, what an event that was!
Hood: Can’t believe Halloween is already over. But…even scarier…Thanksgiving is like two weeks away!
Smith: The holiday season is like Vin Diesel. It is fast and furious!
Hood: Way to ruin the holidays, man
Smith: Last Monday we saw every title change hands…aside from the big one. The OCW Title remains around the waist…OR over the shoulder of Matt Meyhu
Hood: Vargas fought hard but it just wasn’t meant to be. But…hey…how about what happened after?
Smith: Scott Syren made his shocking return laying claim to the OCW belt. I’ve been told that Matt Meyhu facing Scott Syren is the direction we’re headed for Death March
Hood: I just felt a rush of blood head straight into my nether regions
Smith: Gross. We also received a huge announcement last week concerning Death March. It appears the event will feature multi man teams all vying for an OCW Title shot
Hood: Yea the entire roster…aside from Syren and Meyhu…will be involved. It’s a giant cluster fuck of talent where the soul wrestler who emerges victorious will receive an OCW Championship match in 2019
Smith: Indeed. We are in the home stretch of 2018!
Hood: Yep, let’s close this bitch out in style!
“LA… LA, LA LA… Wait Till I Get My Money Right…”
Hood: The champ is in the building! We are starting this show in style.
~Meyhu enters the ring and poses with the title along the ropes for the few fans interested. He walks to the side closest to the announcers and he and Hood point at each other. Meyhu grabs the microphone and waits for the music to fade out.~
Matt Meyhu: Thank you, thank you! Your unwavering support, as always, is appreciated.
~Meyhu smirks and admires the OCW Championship on his shoulder as the fans heckle him.~
Matt Meyhu: Last week, at Serial Thrillers, the Marvel once again defended his OCW Championship. And once again, he came out on top! Stop me if you've heard this one before.
~Meyhu laughs to himself.~
Smith: I wish someone would.
Hood: Pssh!
Matt Meyhu: I gotta tell ya, I can't imagine a much more satisfying victory than the one I just had. I mean, to put that sad sack Chad Vargas out of his misery was truly special. He's finally where he belongs. I would ask for a moment of silence for our fallen comrade, but I'd rather just move on from this all together. There is some more pressing news to address from Serial Thrillers...
~Meyhu clears his throat and paces around the ring for a moment as the fans begin to stir. No doubt, he's going to talk about what happened to him after the match. A smile forms on Meyhu's face.~
Matt Meyhu: You like me! You really like me! Don't think I didn't hear it. I may have been in a fight for my life, but there were some rumblings coming from the crowd. Some true support for YOUR champ! I always knew this day would come!
~The fans begin to boo the OCW Champion now. The glee is erased from his face as he rolls his eyes.~
Matt Meyhu: No take backs!
Hood: Hes right you know. Those fans signed a verbal contract.
Smith: What are you talking about?
Matt Meyhu: I suppose what you all really want to hear about is that disaster that took place following my triumphant victory over evil?!
~The fans begin to cheer. Matt shakes his head in disappointment and rests his head in his hand for a moment. He lets out a sigh.~
Matt Meyhu: Why you would want to talk about that on a night like tonight… It just doesn’t make any sense. Well, I hate to do this to my brand new fans, but... There is really nothing to say about it. What happened to me was despicable. Punishment will be handed out. Possibly a lifetime ban! I have no doubt in my mind that Marcus and I are on the same page about this. There will be no match! There’s just no need.
~Matt nods, satisfied. The fans, not so much. They want answers! Meyhu heads toward the ropes when the crowd rises. He pauses and looks up the ramp to see GM Marcus Welsh. Meyhu stands upright and backs away from the ropes, curious. Welsh forgoes heading to the ring to hug the champ, as he’d usually do, and remains far away from the superior athlete~
Marcus Welsh: Congratulations on another glorious win, champ! I know I may sound like a broken record but, gosh almighty I can’t help repeating the fact that you are simply the best!
~The crowd boos. Meyhu nods along, agreeing with every word Welsh is saying~
Marcus Welsh: You turned out exactly the way I envisioned you turning out when I hired you in February of 2017. I was new in my GM tenure. OCW’s roster was filled with ‘Dean’s guys’. People like Chad Vargas, Mack O’Connor, Alice Knight, Bob Grenier, and PerZag. Hell, even that floozy MJ Bell was lurking around with her colored hair. A change was needed and the only way to erase the old was by bringing in the new. I needed a new face. I needed a new star. I needed a wrestler so superior to the current talent that fans would have no choice but to raise their level of expectation. I needed a legend to usher in a new era - my era.
~The crowd doesn’t like this. They were, are fans of Alice, Mack, Vargas, Grenier, PerZag and, yes, even MJ Bell. Welsh’s stroll down memory lane serves as a reminder of all that’s changed since he took over~
Marcus Welsh: You were necessary, champ. It’s because of you that we now feature talents like Vossler, Hellraven, OGDA, Andrea Hernandez, Mike Harrison, Solomon Cain, Vincent Langston, Melinda Rhodes, Bruce Rage, Jacob Hotstuff...the list goes on and on! Superior talents! A current roster that puts all other rosters to shame. Because of your leadership and your dominance OCW can now enjoy its greatest era in company history. GIVE THIS MAN A HAND EVERYONE!
~The crowd boos!!! Welsh rolls his eyes~
Marcus Welsh: If only we could hire fans cut from the same cloth as you, champ. Maybe then we’d enter into a new era of wrestling fans who actually appreciate what we’re doing around here! Fans who wouldn't dare cheer idiots like Zybala, Uber Man and that loathsome Tony the Spider
~They pop for each of these names. Welsh is visibly irritated but, he moves on~
Marcus Welsh: I took over a company filled with neanderthals. You brought illumination. You industrialized OCW society, and its culture. But now...now it’s time to look ahead. Because of you we are able to enter into a new era. A greater era. An era superior to the current one. Because of you we were able to hire “King Infinity” Aidan Collins.
~Meyhu was eating up every word Welsh uttered until the final couple of sentences. He stops and looks at Welsh with a concerned expression~
Marcus Welsh: Don’t be that way, champ! You of all people know that everything has a date of expiration. And, besides, you’re still our champ! You still have one final task ahead of you.
~Meyhu is going from concerned to annoyed~
Marcus Welsh: You see I allowed Syren access into last week’s event. I okayed everything that went down post match. Because I understood, I knew there was one relic that needed to be vanquished. One statue that needed to be torn down before we could forever erase OCW’s past. And, just as King Arthur was the lone individual capable of removing the sword...you, champ, are the one man capable of erasing Syren’s legacy as the greatest OCW wrestler of all time.
~The crowd actually pops for this portion of Welsh’s apparently unending soliloquy~
Marcus Welsh: You see? These fans still have hope! They think Syren can actually defeat you! That is why you must face him at Death March. You must face and you must defeat him, Champ. It has all led to this. Everything you’ve done throughout your career has led to this one match. You and you alone must rise to the occasion and take care of business.
~Meyhu stares at Welsh for a moment, motionless and still annoyed. He takes a deep breath and lifts the microphone back up as he glances around the arena.~
Matt Meyhu: You know what… I’m offended that there is even a question about who the greatest OCW wrestler of all time is. I thought I had put that debate to rest already. What do you all think? Am I best ever?!
~Matt holds his microphone in the air and the fans react. It’s a pretty resounding ‘no’. Welsh shrugs, feeling he’s proved his point. Meyhu rolls his eyes.~
Matt Meyhu: I guess I’ve still got work to do then. But after Death March, you’ll all be out of excuses! You’ll all have to love me!
Marcus Welsh: Some of us already do, champ!
~The fans cheer at the thought of this match being made. A match like this has the potential to be the biggest in the history of the company! Welsh grins and starts to turn toward the back. Meyhu speaks up once more.~
Matt Meyhu: Hey boss, that goes for you too. You can bring in all the shiny new toys you want. If you don’t already, you’ll know who your greatest asset is around here. All the hype in the world can’t beat me.
~The crowd pops once again. Meyhu is obviously referencing Welsh’s new signing - Aidan Collins. The OCW audience does not seem to keen on cheering King Infinity. Welsh pauses and looks back at Meyhu~
Marcus Welsh: Whatever you say, champ.
~His cadence is almost derisive. It definitely doesn’t pop with the usual vigor and excitement when Welsh typically addresses OCW’s franchise player. The crowd boos Welsh as he heads through the curtain to the back~
Smith: And that settles it! Syren and Meyhu...Meyhu and Syren! The match is on!
Hood: Oh boy! Nature versus Nurture...finally the debate will be settled!
Smith: Huh?
Hood: Meyhu represents Nature...a man born with superior ability. Syren represents Nurture...a man with tremendous ability that has been enhanced through various forms of 'treatment' throughout his life and career.
Smith: Oh, I see
Hood: Biggest match in OCW history?
Smith: Without a doubt! People talk about witnessing greats from different eras square off...well here in OCW we get to witness just that. This is, without a doubt, the biggest match in company history
Hood: If Meyhu wins is he the greatest in OCW history?
Smith: I don't see how an argument could be made against that fact.
Hood: And if Syren wins?
Smith: He remains the best wrestler in OCW history.
Hood: So you're saying Syren has everything to lose in this one
Smith: I think Meyhu's got more to gain in this match, for sure. It's a tremendous opportunity for one of the all time greats. As far as Syren goes...this is just another chance for him to remind us all of why he's known as the best.
Hood: The only shitty thing is we have to wait until December 17th
Smith: Yep but it will be here before we know it! Until then we can all speculate...Syren or Meyhu...Meyhu or Syren...let the games begin!
~The scene opens backstage with Ed Houston standing excitedly in front of the camera, the OCW Lightweight Championship over his shoulder.~
Houston: “Another pay-per-view match in OCW and another huge win for The Rocket Man. I told you all that I would go down as the final Lightweight Champion and that’s exactly what I did and suddenly the stigma of not being able to win the big match is all but behind me. I might have lost the championship for a month but now, I will never be championless as long as I’m here.”
~Houston adjusts the championship slightly as he smiles wider.~
Houston: “While others might have propped this championship up on a wall, or left it in a trophy room, that’s not me. I respect the history of OCW and realize that this belt deserves to be proudly displayed. That is why I have it over my shoulder now and why I will continue to carry it around. In true Lightweight fashion, I’m going to use this to not only remind me of what I can achieve, knocking out a hall of famer in a match of his choice, but also to launch into something greater.”
“I’m sure those out there in the OCW universe are wondering what’s next for The Rocket Man. Despite all my pay-per-view wins I’m constantly looked over for the hottest thing in OCW, the marquee free agent signing. That’s okay. My sights are set on Death March. If the front office wants to try and stop me from flying high, I’ll do whatever I can to usher in the Age of Ed Houston myself. That means taking off on my journey to the final match of Death March. It’s going to be a bumpy ride for anyone that gets in my way and just like I showed Curt Canon at Serial Thrillers it will only end with you crashing and burning.”
~Houston thumps the Lightweight Championship one more time before walking out of the scene. We cut to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Ed is beaming with confidence!
Hood: He's got every right to be ebullient, as they say. The man has been on fire in 2018.
Smith: With Death March on the horizon we could see Ed propel even further up the ranks
Hood: That's what's so great about an event like Death March. You hold your own destiny in your hands. No politics. No fucking around. The best will win and force themselves into the main event.
Smith: Indeed! Congratulations to Ed Houston, our final OCW LightWeight Champion and good luck moving forward!
~“Kickstart my Heart” by Motley Crue hits and the crowd is slightly confused, having never heard anyone use the theme before. However their confusion is soon settled as Mario Maurako emerges from the back looking ready for his match later tonight.~
Smith: If you missed Serial Thrillers your eyes may be bulging out of your head right now. But Mario Maurako returned at Serial Thrillers and was one of the Ghosts in the Spooky Ghost Match.
Hood: Do you even hear how stupid that still sounds? Spooky Ghost Match-
Smith: It was there that Mario returned and stopped what would have no doubt been a heinous beat down of fellow OCW Hall of Famer Alice Knight.
Hood: It was disgusting! I’ve started passing around a petition to have his Hall of Fame Status revoked!
Smith: Which one?
Hood: ALL OF THEM!
~Mario grabs a microphone from ringside and climbs into the ring as the crowd grows silent with anticipation.~
Mario Maurako: I’d like to start off tonight with an apology. A few months ago many of you probably remember me being advertised for some events. Those dates came and those dates went and there was no Mario Maurako to be found. I let you all down and for that I am eternally sorry.
~Mario pauses as the crowd stirs and begins to chant.~
Crowd: Thank you Mario!
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Crowd: Thank you Mario!
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~Mario holds up his arm as a signal to silence the crowd.~
Mario Maurako: But I didn’t blow off those dates without a good reason. When I signed my contract it was stated that I would have to undergo a physical, which is standard routine practice. However when I went through my check up it was discovered that I was exhibiting early signs of Heart Disease. Overall, the diagnosis isn’t great, however I am healthy enough to return to action and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
~The crowd is stunned with silence.~
Mario Maurako: So, the truth of the matter is I don’t know how long I have to do what I love here. But one thing is for sure, I am going to go for as long as I can and be the best that I can be.
~The crowd starts up a faint “Thank you Mario” chant as Maurako continues.~
Mario Maurako: You see, when you’re threatened with your own mortality you start to look at things a lot differently. You start thinking about things that you have never done and would like to do. For me it is no secret, everyone and their mother knows it. I’ve done everything there is to do in OCW. Everything except for one thing, and that is hold the OCW Heavyweight Championship!
~The faint chant is now drowned out by a full on cheer from the crowd, Mario continues increasing his passion and conviction as he goes.~
Mario Maurako: So I don’t care if it is Matt Meyhu next week; Scott Syren next year; or any other number of guys and gals in the back at any given point in the future. The fact of the matter is that I am coming for THAT BELT, and I am willing to DIE TRYING!
~Mario pauses as the crowd reacts in celebration. Mario just smiles and shakes his head in affirmation as he awaits for them to settle back down again.~
Mario Maurako: But I know I’ve got to earn it, just like I’ve earned everything else I’ve achieved my entire career. Which brings me back to Aidan Collins. Aidan, you came in here and in your debut match you got a very impressive win over my friend Alice Knight. You see being in the Hall of Fame is like being a member of an elite club, and if you mess with one of them, then you’re messing with me. Now I’m already busy tonight as I’ve got John E. Depth to handle here later tonight. But as far as I’m concerned my schedule is open there after it. So if you’ve got the guts, talk to your buddy Marcus Welsh and name the time and place. Then I will prove to the whole world that you may be good, you may be great, you might even be the future of OCW… but you’re NOT Marvelous!
~Mario tosses the mic down as “Kickstart my Heart” by Motley Crue starts up again and Mario makes his way to the back.~
Smith: Now THAT's the Maurako I remember! So glad to have him back!
Hood: Man he just needs to let it go! He needs to go to some therapeutic group of guys who never won the OCW Title. He can sit down alongside Pete Parker, Mark Kelley, Tiger Sid, Jedit Omen, DANNY B, Sean Fuller...all those guys and just LET IT OUT
Smith: He's far superior to those individuals, Hood. It's a tragedy that the OCW Title isn't listed on his resume. I hope he's able to fill that void this go around before it's too late. In the meantime, however, he seems set on facing Aidan Collins
Hood: Yea well shots were fired last Monday when Maurako prevented Collins from putting a satisfying end to Alice's career. I used to think Maurako had pretty decent judgment...but last Monday, when he saved Alice, I realized he's an idiot
Smith: Yea, I think you're selling him short. He did what any Hall of Famer not named TGO would do and that's stand up for a fellow Hall of Famer while upholding the integrity of OCW. He should be applauded for his actions and I for one hope he's able to beat some respect into King Infinity.
Hood: Spoiler Alert - That Ain't Happening
Smith: Well, that's just your opinion, isn't it? Folks...I've been told that two of our four matches this evening have been cancelled due to inactivity. I'm not sure what that means but it doesn't sound very promising.
Hood: Damn so only two matches...Aidan's match and some weak ass match featuring two local jobbers?
Smith: NO! We've got Aidan's Massacre debut AND Maurako's return!
Hood: Oh well here's hoping Mario's heart doesn't give out during his match later on this evening
Smith: You disgust me. With only two matches this evening we're going to have a lot of segments...so stick with us, folks!
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~Quick recap if you forgot or just haven’t been paying attention, or just don’t care. Joe and Nanook made a bet, Nanook cheated and won, now Joe wants to double down and go for broke. Last week, Nanook was trying to figure out who Joe has lined up for this handicapped match when Joe sent him this video, the video which we get see this week.~
~Nanook grips his tablet a tad bit harder, just hearing Joe’s voice makes his blood get steamy and not in a Netflix and chill kind of way either.~
Nanook “You mother fucker!”
~On screen, Joe is in a place that seems to be all concrete and steel. Concrete blocks make up the walls and their painted white, most likely with a nice thick layer of lead paint under the multiple layers that followed in the past 40 years. His hands are in his pocket of his cargo shorts and flip flops. Like, who wears flip flops in November?~
Joe “I’m sure you have been wracking that pea size nugget in that mostly hollow skull of yours all week Fatty just trying to guess, “Who has Joe signed? Who is his guy?” Wanna know how I know? Cuz every guy you called asking, called me and gave me the 411.”
~Nanook growls as he feels betrayed by, well, everyone.~
Joe “So, since you haven’t made a decision on my double or nothing bet, and I get it. I didn’t give you a name, a pic of who my guy is. Hell, I wouldn’t take that bet not knowing.”
~Joe was slowly walking along and it has become clear that Joe is in some sort of prison. The iron bar doors with thugs, rapists, murderers and pyramid scheme profiters and the random stoner who had a joint on them which now means 10 years with no parole are all hanging out looking at Joe talking into a camera like, Who the fuck is this guy?~
Joe “But then again, I know who I have for this bet so I would just go into this match blindly and I would laugh my ass off as your two puppets gets utterly destroyed. But you’re not me, you like to dot your I’s and cross your T’s. So, I figure I would stop by and show off my latest signing. The guy I like to think is going to single handedly shut down Empire Sports Management.”
~Joe stops at a cell and taps on one of the bars with his knuckle like he was knocking on a door. Unlike the other cells that were lite up like a Christmas tree, this cell is dark. No lights on, the lights outside of the cell are off as well and with the lack of windows, it creates this dark void in middle of the cell block.~
~A tweaker looking fellow slowly steps forward and comes into focus somewhat. We can see his face, thin, missing teeth from years of smoking meth. A purple teardrop prison tattoo in the corner of both eyes. His neck is covered with shitty tattoos, just bad amateurish tats and none of em make any sense. No rhyme or reason to them. Sprawled around his forehead is a “chick” who is naked, spread eagle and I’m guessing is holding a needle and is injecting heroin into her pussy, I guess, It’s all muddied up and hard to read.~
Joe “Henry!”
~Henry tries to smile at Joe, years and years of drug abuse has left him all twitchy and itchy and unable to stand in one spot without shaking like Michael J Fox.~
Henry “Oh, Hi Joe. Good, good to see you again.”
Joe “How’s it’s going Henry?”
Henry “Okay I guess. Pedro promised me a fix, but he got thrown in the shoe and I could really use a fix you know. You got anything? Pills? Pot? Tide pods?”
Joe “Shit Henry, they took all of my shit at the front door. Sorry about that?”
Henry “You know Joe, you can sneak that stuff in by sticking it up your rectum.”
~Joe laughs. Henry is dead serious. Dude needs something, now.~
Joe “Henry, I stick a bunch of stuff my butt, but drugs isn’t what I yearn for. I prefer big, meaty, hard, ridged….”
~Nanook drops his tablet on the desk and can’t believe what he’s seeing.~
Nanook “Holy shit….Joe signed a tweaker! What the fuck is he thinking? HEY! CAPTAIN! SARGE! HOLD UP!”
~Nanook leaves his office to chase down his guys…..~
Smith: Hmm
Hood: For the love of all that is sacred keep that Henry guy AWAY from Zybala!
Smith: Why? Does our beloved commish have a pre-existing battle with narcotics?
Hood: No! He'd likely sign the guy and push him as the next FACE of OCW. And, well, look at that FACE!
Smith: It was something
Hood: I mean aside from the naked lady...it was a mess
Smith: Joe seems to be searching high, low, wide, and far for talent. The man is relentless...you have got to give him that
Hood: I don't have to give that asshole anything!
~ "I Am Legend" by Colton Dixon begins to play, causing a large reaction from the crowd as they turn towards the entryway. There are a few cheers from the hardcore fans, but there is also a strong wave of boos for the OCW Savage Champion, Vincent "The Legend" Langston, as he walks out of the back. The championship is sitting on his shoulder, having replaced the OCW Tag-Team belt he left behind along with his Legendary Trifecta partner, Melinda Rhodes. The Legend walks down to the ring, entering through the ropes with mic in hand.~
Smith: Langston reached a new high in his OCW career at Serial Thrillers, winning the OCW Savage Championship in a bloody barbed wire match with Iggy Hardy. But he also hit a new low by walking out on his tag-team partner.
Hood: The Legend's finally looking out for himself!
~The music stops, but Langston waits a little longer, listening to the boos coming at him from the crowd. It doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.~
Vincent Langston: When I came to OCW, I've always said that I had one goal: have the greatest fights with the greatest wrestlers in the world. That's all I was interested in. But my path was changed thanks to the Margarita Mix. The boys upstairs had the bright idea to pair me with another wrestler... Melinda Rhodes.
~The crowd cheers at Rhodes' name, and the camera focuses on a sad little girl holding a "I miss the Legendary Trifecta" sign.~
Vincent Langston: And Rhodes and I, we had a good run. I got to fight legends like Scott Syren and Curt Canon, and I got to be a tag-team champion. But you see, there was a little problem with that. Once we won the titles, Rhodes decided that she got to call all the shots, still labelling me a rookie. And she did the one thing I would have a problem with: she arranged for us to fight losers.
~Some more boos come from the crowd, although probably not to defend Jacob Hotstuff nor Bruce Rage.~
Vincent Langston: First I found myself having to fight a no-good team in the Lockwood Party. Then we had those jobbers a few weeks ago who came out just wanting their shot, and Rhodes immediately gave it to them. Waste of time. And finally the BroCode, a team that didn't have to fight anyone to get their opportunity to face us. When the Trifecta was formed, Rhodes & I had to beat the best of the best to become champions. It's disappointing how quickly that honor was thrown away.
Hood: The Legend spreading the truth here tonight!
Smith: At least his version of the truth. I'm betting some would disagree.
~A small "Rebel" chant breaks out as Langston continues.~
Vincent Langston: People have been asking me, how could you walk out on Melinda Rhodes? How could I leave her in a 2-on-1 position with the belts on the line? My response is simple. Rhodes had lost my respect. For all I had done for her, sacrificed for her, she wasn't concerned about me. She just wanted to hear you guys cheer her name, and was using me to help her get that, and anything I did that wasn't a 'fan favorite' move, she would disagree with. So I decided if she only saw me as a weapon for her own personal use, I would just disarm her. From now on, I'm not concerning myself with what a partner thinks. I'm back to my original goal.
~ Langston raises the Savage Title over his head, which gets a few cheers from the crowd members that loved the match with Iggy Hardy, no matter what came afterwards.~
Vincent Langston: This gold here, this will get me what I'm wanting. Because I'll only be accepting matches against the best of the best, those who earn the opportunity to face me for the championship. I want the best fighters in OCW to step up to the plate, the ones most ready to show their Savage side. Give me the fights that I crave.
~Langston lowers the title, and starts to leave the ring. But he stops before stepping through the ropes, bringing up the mic one more time.~
Vincent Langston: There's one more thing. Death March. Two people get to choose their captains, make their teams, with everything on the line. So Marcus Welsh. Commissioner Zybala. Consider me a free agent. Because I don't care who I'm fighting for, as long as I get to fight.
~Langston drops the mic and leaves the ring, as "I Am Legend" plays again.~
Smith: Intriguing! Langston isn't picking a side, he's willing to fight for either our GM or our Commissioner equally!
Hood: If Zybala picks him, I hope Langston walks out again.
Smith: As long as The Legend has competition, I don't think he particularly cares, Hood.
~As Nanook waddles off, the video is still playing on his tablet……..~
Joe “And some spit for lube Henry! That is what I stick up my ass. I’m pretty sure you know what I’m talking about being locked up in here. I barely made it through the first cell block without getting hit on 15 times. Bunch of horny bastards in here.”
Henry “I must be getting old or something. I haven’t been raped in a while.”
Joe “No offense Henry, but you have let yourself go. Get clean, put some weight back on, get your mouth fixed and you never know, a gangbang might be in your future.”
Henry “I don’t know…”
Joe “I don’t mean to be rude Henry, I would love to stand here and talk about ass play all day but I only have a couple of minutes. Is your roomie in?”
~Henry looks to his left and nods and slowly fades into the darkness of the cell. A couple of seconds later a huge hand grips the iron bars. It’s a big old paw of a hand. Freakishly huge. It is then followed by a face slowly coming into focus from the darkness of the cell. Joe looks up at his scowl looking down at him. Long black hair and a thick long beard cover most of what we can see, and what we do see, isn’t happy.~
Joe “Soooooo.”
~A second huge paw of a hand takes hold of the iron bars.~
Joe “Finally, after some paperwork, appeals, some court rulings and most importantly, a nice campaign donation to Governors Cuomo’s re election efforts. The great state of New York as ruled that your conviction was indeed baseless and all charges against you have been dropped. Furthermore, that silly civil suit against you by your brother, that was thrown out by the judge and you’ll be free to go after some paperwork. I’ll have you out in a hour or so.”
~No reaction from the mountain of a man that has been locked up for the best part of 3 years now steaming from a dispute with his own brother. ~
Joe “I have even more good news! I know you have to be itching to punch someone and I found someone who is willing to get in the ring with you. I know you haven’t done that in a while but I’m not worried about ring rust. In fact, I got you 2 somebodies to throw around, punch, kick, hurt. And, the icing on the cake is, your buddy Nanook is going to be there.”
~A slight smirk from Joe’s new guy, a guy he’s known his whole life.~
Joe “I thought you’d like that. So, you sit tight okay? I’ll have you out of here in a jiffy.”
~Fading back into the cell, Joe takes that as a okay. Joe smiles. He looks into the camera.~
Joe “Better get those two coached up Fatty. Better get them ready because a monster is coming.”
~Joe glances over his shoulder and looks back into the camera.~
Joe “Chamber is coming.”
~Fade out.~
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“Marvelous” Mario Maurako (4-0) vs. John E Depth (0-2)
~We cut to the ring where the crowd is extremely anxious. They were expecting two matches but have recently discovered, at most, they will get two. It’s a good thing these two matches feature major stars within the industry. Belvedere clears his throat which pops the crowd~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for A MARVELOUS RETURN!
~The crowd goes wild!! A “MARIO!” chant fires up. John E Depth is in the ring, taking the ovation in. It’s likely the largest ovation he’s ever witnessed while inside a wrestling ring~
Belvedere: Introducing first, already in the ring…he is from Hollywood, California…John E Depth!!!
~The crowd gives an inoffensive boooo to Depth. It’s more habitual than anything. They know he stands zero chance at defeating Mario. So why kick a man when he’s already down? OCW fans, at times, prove to be extremely thoughtful and empathetic toward losers. Only sometimes, though~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~“Kickstart My Heart” by Mötley Crüe blares throughout the OCW arena! The crowd goes wild as the Marvelous One steps out from behind the curtain looking to be in tip top shape!! He pauses for a moment, taking in the tremendous ovation. Once satisfied, he heads down the ramp toward the ring~
Smith: There he is, Hood! One of the greatest wrestlers in OCW history! He made a tremendous impact last Monday when he saved Alice Knight from suffering serious damage at the hands of Aidan Collins
Hood: He just had to come back to help that filthy woman out, didn’t he? Ridiculous
~Maurako reaches ringside and hustles up the steps before stepping in through the ropes. He spots Depth across the ring and chuckles. Depth doesn’t really know why Maurako is laughing. He looks down at his crotch and shrugs finding his bulge to be of acceptable size. The crowd continues chanting for the TWO TIME Hall of Famer as he backs into a corner, ready for action~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…from Minneapolis, Minnesota…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 245lbs…he is a Two Time OCW Hall of Famer…he is “Marvelous” Mario Maurako!!!
~Belvedere exits the ring. The bell sounds. Maurako approaches the center of the ring. Depth remains in his corner, looking out into the crowd as they continue to chant and cheer for Mario. Depth seems puzzled~
Smith: I don’t think John E Depth realized a wrestler could be this popular
Hood: Yea well when you suck as much as he does and you’re always wrestling people the fans have never heard of before I’d imagine any ovation would come as something of a shock
Smith: You don’t think he’s ever heard an ovation before?
Hood: Maybe like a bunch of people laughing at one of his movies.
~It seems as though the enlivened environment has created some sort of passion within Depth. There’s an energy that is usually lacking. He might be reaching the realization that wrestling can actually be fun if you aren’t one of the worst wrestlers in the history of the industry. He’s fired up! He looks at Maurako. Mario sees the look in his eye and knows it well~
Smith: John E Depth is about to make a huge mistake
Hood: He can’t help it. He’s IN THE ZONE
Smith: He needs to take a step back and first realize who he’s facing…then realize who he is
Hood: The guy makes shitty porn movies…and I’m not talking shitty in comparison to real movies. I’m talking shitty in comparison to porn movies. He’s awful
~Depth yells out and charges right at Maurako! Depth leaps into the air and SLAMS into Mario. Mario doesn’t move. Depth’s body jerks back, violently. He falls to the mat, HARD. The back of his head smacks into the canvas. He tries to sit up, but can’t. His eyes seem a bit glazy. He says something along the lines of “I’ve made a huge mistake.”~
Smith: And John E Depth might be concussed
Hood: Oh so it’s okay for Mario to give Depth a concussion but when Collins does it to Alice Knight we have to call it like it’s the most horrendous act since the Ghostbusters remake?
Smith: Hey, I liked the Ghostbusters remake
Hood: No surprise there
~Mario reaches down and grabs Depth by his thick hair. He yanks Depth to his feet and effortlessly lifts Depth up over his head in a Gorilla Press. He presses Depth several times before tossing him down to the mat! Depth hits hard, arching his back! The crowd continues to go crazy for Mario…they chant, they cheer…they are thrilled to see him back and in such impressive shape~
Smith: He just tossed Depth around as if he weighed a hundred pounds!
Hood: You trying to give Depth a body complex?
Smith: No! I’m simply saying that Mario’s strength is impressive
Hood: Quit body shaming John E Depth!
~Maurako doesn’t hesitate in yanking Depth back to his feet. He viciously yanks Depth up, lifts him into the air, spins around and drops him to the mat with a Spinebuster!!! The entire ring shakes with impact. Maurako, on one knee, grabs Depth by the head and brings him to his feet. He hoists Depth over his head and backs into a corner. Mario charges forward and SLAMS Depth into the mat with a Running Powerslam!!! Depth goes limp. He’s finished…but is Mario?~
Smith: Total domination. Mario looks as strong as ever
Hood: Yea well let’s wait and see the guy step into the ring against King Infinity before handing him his third Hall of Fame induction
Smith: I’m simply saying he looks good…he doesn’t look like one of these old, tired retreads we often see limp through a comeback
Hood: I really wish you’d stop ripping Alice Knight
Smith: I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT ALICE KNIGHT! HOW DARE YOU!
~Mario ISN’T finished. He grabs Depth and yanks his limp body to his feet. He hooks in a Full Nelson and ragdolls Depth for a while before dropping him to the mat with a Full Nelson Slam (Super Mario)!!! The crowd continues to chant for the legend. He grabs Depth by the hair once more, hooks him and tosses Depth on his head with an Uranage (Simply Marvelous)!!! Depth is basically dead. Mario makes a nonchalant cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….“MARVELOUS” MARIO MARUAKO!!!!!
Smith: And a dominant performance by one of the best we’ve ever seen compete here in OCW
Hood: Yea he killed Depth. I hope he enjoyed it because Collins is going to whip his ass
Smith: That remains to be seen. We’ll see Collins later tonight in his Massacre debut but there is no doubt Maurako and Collins are headed on a collision course. When and how that takes place is yet to be determined
~A press conference has been called. Members of the press wait anxiously, wondering who will walk on the stage and sit at the table. A voice is heard..."
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, Mack O'Connor.
~Members of the press begin to stir a bit as Mack O'Connor walks out onto the stage. He wears jeans, a black shirt, and a black leather jacket. He slides off his sunglasses, tucking them into the front of his shirt, as he sits down. They sit in silence for a few moments. He awkwardly looks around the room.~
Mack: So?
~A reporter is called on~
Reporter 1: Hi, Mack. I'm so happy you could join us.
Mack: I'm contractually obligated to be here when called upon.
Reporter 1: All the same, thank you for being here.
Mack: Was there a question?
Reporter 1: Yes... As I'm sure you know, there are fans and some in the company who are calling for an investigation into your match at Serial Thrillers. They're claiming rules were blatantly broken, and that OCW officials should take action. What are your thoughts?
~Mack looks unimpressed and uninterested in the question~
Mack: Serial Thrillers is over. It's done. You can't change the outcome of a match after the fact. Fans like to throw fits about anything they can. When their team chokes in the Super Bowl, they throw a fit. When their favorite comic book hero isn't cast as a white dude, they throw a fit. When their favorite player signs with a rival team, they throw a fit. It's all just drivel. I don't give it much thought.
~Another reporter is called on~
Reporter 2: The clip of the last moments of that match has seemingly gone viral. It's beyond a shadow of a doubt that you, intentionally or unintentionally, violated the stipulation of that match by striking Andrea Hernandez with a closed fist. Do you feel that this undermines the results of the match and delegitimizes your status as Paradigm Champion?
~Mack lets out a small laugh~
Mack: No, I don't. At least not to anyone with any sense. Hernandez fought a hard match. I'll give her that. She's earned some points. But, stipulation or not, if a single punch is what it takes to make you lose the belt? Maybe you don't deserve the belt.
~Another reporter stands up immediately~
Reporter 3: So you're acknowledging that the win was a sham? You admit that you violated the stipulation?!
~More reporters start to vocalize their disappointment in Mack. Mack just smiles and laughs~
Mack: Everyone calm down. Jesus...
~The reporters slowly begin to quiet down~
Mack: And as far as that question goes? Yeah, I clearly hit her. It was instinctive and impulsive. But this selective outrage is a joke. Know how many times I've been dicked over in my career? Know how many times you people ever stood up for me? Give me a break... Matt Meyhu has still yet to get a legitimate one-on-one pinfall on me, but where's that outrage? The way you people pick and chose is despicable.
Reporter 4: You should have turned yourself in! You should have admitted to what you did!
Mack: That's rich. I've tried putting on my Boy Scout hat in the past. I once chose saving Bob Grenier's life over a for sure pinfall for the World Title. Know what it got me? A month later he left me to die as he tried to win that same title. Any outrage there? Nope. I've seen disgusting men come and go in this company. And they've all been treated differently depending on how they benefit this company. Management benefits from the second coming of Josie Barnes. Aka. Andrea Hernandez. They're walking soap operas, so the company likes having that female demographic at home keeping up with the family drama. So me? I'm vilified because I took down the favorite wrestler of the stay-at-home mom. I drink, I smoke... So now I'm the bad guy. All because she can't take a single punch.
~The reporters calm down, still restless though~
Reporter 5: So what now? What's your plan?
~Mack smiles~
Mack: For now, I guess I'll just keep punching the shit out of whoever wants to try taking the Paradigm Title from me. Until then, Meyhu knows he's always in my sights. I'm done here.
~Mack stands up and walks out, despite the reporters speaking up and wanting to ask more questions~
Smith: Mack making no apologies. WE ALL SAW IT MACK! WE SAW WHAT YOU DID
Hood: No fucks given Mack is the best kind of Mack. It's like a Big Mac not made at McDonalds
Smith: Huh?
Hood: Yea, I don't know where that analogy was going
Smith: I tried finding out but it appears that the decision at Serial Thrillers stands. Poor Andrea
Hood: Cry me a river
Smith: Heartless man
~A rainbow shots over the entrance way....~
HOOD “Oh dear god!”
"Most of the time I guess I am!"
SMITH “IS IT?”
~OGDA runs out from the back to a huge pop from every Shining Star in attendance! OGDA also has the OCW Craze Championship around his waist proudly displaying his first ever championship!~
SMITH “IT IS!”
I have just the thing to wear
I'm a superhero!"
HOOD “Who else would it be with this stupid song?”
~The Rainbow Warriors, OGDA’s Shining Star, each and everyone of his Little Buddies! They will not be denied! They start to flood the ramp area leading down to the ring just to get close to OGDA!
SMITH “Our new Craze Champion! Is out here to celebrate with his supporters, his fans!”
It's mayhem!
It's Madness!
Sally is sad cuz she didn't get a hug!~
I'm a superhero
Look at me go"
HOOD “Is this legal? There is no way our insurance allows this!”
~High Fives!
SMITH “Look at the smile on his face! So happy everyone is!”
HOOD “What? He wears a mask! We can’t see his face!”
Hugs!
Low Fives!
Selfies!
Hands slapping the face of the Craze championship!
All of this going on as OCW's Superhero makes his way to the ring....~
Fighting the bad guys,
There's no need to fear
Cuz I'll be here"
SMITH “Mask or not, you can see just how happy OGDA is, and how happy everyone is, each and every single kid in that ring right now is!”
HOOD “I think child services should be called.”
~The ring is jammed packed with kids, boys and girls, kids who identify as something in the middle, all of them wanting to touch the title and give OGDA a hug, high five! OGDA unsnaps the belt and holds it in his hand as he kneels down in middle of the ring and gets buried in a sea of little kids! (This sounds way worst when you say it out loud) It’s like Christmas Morning, everyone is so, so, so happy! His theme music pauses for a couple of second just before the end of the song. OGDA, he is looking everyone in the eyes as he tells them something. The Cameraman tries to get in middle of the madness to capture what OGDA is saying.~
OGDA “This might say OCW right here on the face of this super shiney and really heavy plate of gold and silver, but make no mistake, this is YOUR CHAMPIONSHIP! This isn’t the Craze title! No! This is a title for a superhero! This is the OCW SUPERHERO CHAMPIONSHIP! WE ALL HOLD THIS BELT! THIS IS OUR BELT! WHY?”
~Right on clue like this was planned or something, OGDA’s theme music kicks back in where it left, everyone in the ring, they all turn towards the hardcam and shout, loud and proud!~
HOOD “I can’t, shit, I can’t! I’m out!”
SMITH “AW! What a moment! This is so special!”
~OGDA hands the belt off to a bunch of little hands and they, in a group effort hoist the belt as high in the air as they can. OGDA scoops up as many kids as he can, holding them in his arms and everyone in the ring, in the arena, they start jumping and chanting…~
SUP-ER-HERO!
SUP-ER-HERO!
SUP-ER-HERO!
SUP-ER-HERO!
SUP-ER-HERO!
SUP-ER-HERO!
SMITH “SUPER! HERO!”
HOOD “I hate you! I’ve got to go. Holy shit, I have a head ache.”
~Fade out with everyone chanting SUPERHERO…~
~Backstage Ed Houston is standing outside the locker room. He is approached by someone in dark clothing. ~
Ed: Hi? Can I Help you?
~The person looks at him but does not speak. ~
Hood: it must be some wild eyed fan seeking an autograph.
~The person takes off his clothing and teveals himself to Ed. ~
Smith: what the fuck is that?
Hood: oh my goodness. What is that?
~Ed Houston is startled and stunned by an alien looking creature. ~
Smith: I think that is an alien.
Hood: or a guy in an alien costume. Halloween was 5 days ago.
Alien: youre man. Rocket? Planet. Destroy.
~The Alien creature throws green mist into the face of Ed Houston. Its finger atarts to light up as it reaches for Ed's butt. ~
Smith: i think hes going to give Houston an anal probe.
Hood: i'd like to see this.
~Before the Alien can go any further, Warren Lapierre and The Lost Soul show up to chase the Alien creature away.~
Smith: You know what I love about OGDA?
Hood: I couldn't begin to fathom
Smith: His fans are very respectful. They all exited the ring when politely asked. What a scene earlier! And how great that we were able to get things reset in such timely, quick fashion!
Hood: I think his fans are retarded and they just don't know any better
Smith: That is rude and you should apologize immediately
Hood: I'm sorry you find the truth to be unbearable
Smith: That doesn't count! You really...
~The arena suddenly enters darkness. The screens begin to jump, then light up in a static style screen. But as the screen comes into focus it is shown to be a vast variety of images. Small. Microscopic pictures. Of what? Not fully shown in this aspect. Then as though another image appears. Similar to one of those children toys that the kids used to show there face. Hand in a thing filled with a lot of pegs. Pins. Plastic. Metal. This though is the silhouette of a person. That person is not revealed, yet. The crowd remains silent as they look on waiting to see what this is. Then over the sound system, the sound of voices. Multiple voices. Male and female voices melded together. All speaking in unison and also echoing.~
Zolton: "You all thought he forgot. Did you all forget about his statements? His short stint of dominance. Even in a loss. Did you forget that he is a part of the roster here in Online Championship Wrestling? It wouldn't surprise him."
~As the voices echo throughout the arena, the screens show the silhouette moves, sending waves through the micro images it sits behind.~
Zolton: "He hasn't forgotten this place. The place where he has vowed to accomplish glory that he is destined. Who might this man we speak of? You will all have to wait until he is ready to reveal himself again. You all aren't worthy to be in his presence any time soon."
~The crowd voice their displeasure with that which sends a chaotic boisterous echoing laugh from the melded voices. More the silhouette moves.~
Zolton: "Have you racked your minuscule brains to figure out who it is we speak of? No need to spin those wheels too much, he will be shown to you all soon enough."
~Without more, all the little pictures on the screens explode outward. The silhouette behind those pictures as they disappear reveal none other than the phenomenon Zolton. He is revealed with his hair tied behind his head. His nose slightly up, his eyes looking down into the screen that show him to the O C W crowd. They let their feelings be known when he finally appears. As they boo and shout their disdain, a crooked grin of arrogance appears beneath his goatee.~
Zolton: "Have you missed me that much? It seems that way. I am not too concerned about your acceptance or lack thereof honestly. Your want or not of me is no never mind. I care nothing of your opinions. I am only in this company for my own selfish reasons."
~He pauses a moment as his piercing blue eyes a stark contrast compared to the rest of the black and white imagery that he stands in.~
Zolton: "You all were so excited to hear that I wasn't coming back after my Margarita Mix loss. If you think losing like that was going to force me out. Make me stay away. Your thoughts are more ignorant than your faces. Look. I am not here for the paychecks. I am not here to put these morons over. No I am here to make a more secure and dominate name for myself. Real folks that sit on their couches at home already know my name and deep down know that I am not just a talker. No. I am the real fucking deal ladies and gentlemen. Love me. Hate me. I don't give a shit. I am making my return to that ring very soon. To what capacity. I only know and it will be for all your little brains to find out later. Zolton has not gone anywhere. Just kicking asses elsewhere. That hasn't changed. Now I am coming back to kick more asses here in Online Championship Wrestling. Much to your dismay. You haven't got rid of the real and true monster of this company."
~He turns and disappears from the screens, they shift to black. The arena remains in darkness. A loud clap and flashes from the lights in the arena show something in the ring. Another loud clap. More flashes revealing something, although not clearly, in the ring again. Then the lights return to normal with nothing in the ring.~
Smith: Zolton is back! He said he'd be back and he was not lying!
Hood: Oh man this guy is so good. And he's back just in time for Death March
Smith: An opportunistic man, to be sure. He showed up for the Mix and now he's returned for Death March. He's seeking the fast track to the main event
Hood: He's good enough to win it
Smith: Indeed he is...without Veiga at his side we will get to see just how far Zolton can go
Hood: He's also got great hair
Smith: Yes, he does
~We cut backstage where Who’Re is standing outside the office of GM Marcus Welsh. She appears eager to land a big story~
Who’Re: Hello OCW fans, Who’Re here with some potentially BIG news. I’m told that Commissioner Zybala is determined to announce his captains for Death March tonight. Welsh, meanwhile, seems to be leaning more toward a press release.
~The crowd boos when they hear ‘press release’. I mean who would make such an announcement via a press release? FUCK IT, DO IT LIVE!~
Who’Re: I’m trying to get to the bottom of this. I’ve also been hearing rumors of candidates to helm these teams. We know Meyhu and Syren are out of the running due to their OCW Title match. But what about TIO? What about Maurako? What about Chad Vargas? I’m told these are strong contenders to lead a team into Death March.
~A massive “TIO!” chant fills the OCW Arena. The fans are extremely sympathetic toward his plight after witnessing Serial Thrillers~
Who’Re: There has also been a ton of interest from competitors OUTSIDE OCW. The concept of Death March has garnered tremendous interest. We just saw the return of Zolton earlier this evening and my sources tell me to expect more returns and debuts pertaining to Death March in the coming weeks. As you can tell rumors are buzzing around back here…it’s crazy!
~The door to Welsh’s office opens up and we see GREG! The crowd gives a mixed reaction. They then feel uncomfortable that it was only mixed and shift into a HUGE ovation for the lover of Marcus Welsh~
Greg: Ah! You scared me, girl!
Who’Re: Sorry, Greg. I was just hoping to get a word from Mr. Welsh in regards to the team captains for Death March.
Greg: Marcus is very stressed out over this. I don’t think we’ll be getting any news until next week.
Who’Re: Next week?!
~The crowd boos loudly~
Who’Re: But, Greg…we are only FIVE weeks away from Death March! Don’t these captains need some time to field and build a team?
Greg: Girl you are asking the wrong person! I’m here for support. Marcus is simply overwhelmed with stress. That Zybala man has really done damage to his hairline and color. I hope we can get it replenished once Death March is over and Zybala is fired.
Who’Re: So you think the announcement will be next week and you have no idea who is being considered for captains?
Greg: Correct. The only way we’ll see any announcement tonight is if Marcus’ hand is forced. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to go and fetch him some more coconut water. He’s famished.
~Greg heads off, shutting the GM’s door on the way out. Who’Re is left standing with no new news~
Who’Re: Well, there you have it everyone…nothing all that new to report but, rest assured, I’ll continue to seek out whatever I can find!
~We cut away~
~We cut to a video feed where we see the Rebel seated on a large black leather couch, sporting a black camisole tanktop, blue jeans, boots, and arm bands. There is a look of disappointment on her face as she stares off into the distance. She speaks without looking towards the camera, as if to no-one in particular~
Rebel: I was warned well before I threw down the challenge to Jacob and Bruce. Not by the current champions, but someone very close to me. I was warned and yet I still went ahead and threw down my gauntlet and challenged The Bro Code anyways. The moment I gave in to my thirst for vengeance was the moment I lost.
~Her eyes lower as she brings her temple to rest upon her palm.~
Rebel: It became less about my team and all about my desire to get even to the point that I put the belts on the line to assure that I'd get Jacob and Bruce together at Serial Thrillers. Langston? He slowly but steadily checked out from there. He wouldn't answer his phone, stopped communicating, stopped really trying. Sadly, he proved Jacob right in that he truly was a plug and play team mate. With everything the two of us had been through, you'd think he'd have remained loyal, but in the end.... well, you all saw what happened. He went AWOL. Heh, Legendary my Ass.
~The Rebel shakes her head with a soft sigh.~
Rebel: As for The Bro Code?
~She looks up at the camera with steel in her gaze, brow furrowed and jaw set.~
Rebel: I've got a partner lined up. Motherfuckers, I'm coming back for the Tag Team championships and this time, who I have at my side isn't going to be some fair-weather friend who is in it only for himself. He'll be with me next week and looking for payback.... See you soon, Bro Code!
~The scene quickly cuts back to ringside.~
Smith: This is far from over, Hood
Hood: That's what worries me
Smith: She'll be fine
Hood: I'm not worried about her! I'm worried about Hotstuff catching hepatitis from that woman
Smith: Hepatitis?
Hood: All those tats...you know she's got some kinda funky blood disease
Smith: The only abnormal facet pertaining to her blood is the temperature. It runs hot for vengeance - vengeance against BroCode and, vengeance against Vincent Langston
Hood: Yea well be careful what you ask for, lady. This isn't The Food Network
Smith: Hood! You better hope she doesn't hear that! She might literally kill you
Hood: ...ya know, I just remembered I have somewhere to...
Smith: You are staying right here, mister! It's main event time!
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King Infinity’s Massacre Debut
“King Infinity” Aidan Collins (1-0) vs. Jack Puffer (0-2)
~The crowd isn’t ready for the main event – but they are…if that makes sense. The second and final match is on the horizon. Seems like a rip off for paying customers. So they should be pissed. Yet, it’s the debut of KING INFINITY which is set to be a historic moment in OCW. A difficult situation but one they will put up with because, well, at least they aren’t watching one of those other WEAK ASS wrestling companies. Belvedere clears his throat and the crowd goes wild! We see Puffer in the ring looking around very inquisitively~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!! The following match is King Infinity’s Massacre Debut and it is scheduled for…hopefully ONE FALL!
~The crowd yells ONE FALL! They also agree with Belvedere. For Puffer’s sake they hope there is only one fall in this match~
Belvedere: Introducing first…from Aurora, Illinois…he stands tall and hard in the ring…ladies and gentlemen please welcome Jack Puffer!
Smith: Belvedere showing some personality this evening
Hood: It’s a post PPV Massacre, Smith. Basically a dress rehearsal for the next few weeks.
Smith: Indeed
Belvedere: And…his opponent…
~As the beginning chords of "The Penetrating Eye" by Thee Oh Sees begins to play, a shower of sparks falls from the ceiling brightening the arena. Through the embers that fall gracefully onto the entrance ramp, the titantron shows an image of view of a camera zooming in on a star. The camera rises from their seats, anticipating the emergence of the New Face of OCW...~
BAM!
~As the main guitar riff from "The Penetrating Eye" kicks in, a firecracker bursts on the stage and the shower of sparks ends. Accompanying the loud crack of the explosive, the star on the tron explodes. In the newfound space, a name is displayed:~
Aidan Collins
King Infinity
~When Aidan Collins makes his way from the back, the crowd responds loudly--mostly with jeers and booing, but also with a fair amount of very loud cheers. Aidan stops on the stage to stare out at the crowd, taking in the reaction with a slight smirk. Turning, he holds out his arms to display his ring jacket, a biker-style jean jacket that is filled with psychedelic patches (including one across the shoulders that says 'KING INFINITY'). Aidan turns back around and takes a deep breath before focusing his attention on the ring~
~On his way down the entrance ramp, Aidan yells out to the crowd that he's the best. As they boo him, he holds his hand to his ear, encouraging them to get riled up.~
~After walking up the ring steps to enter the ring, Aidan quickly gets onto the nearest second turnbuckle, facing the audience. There, he takes off his jacket and makes it seem like he will throw the crowd the jacket before casually dropping it on the floor next to the ring, much to their disappointment. Aidan takes one last moment to assess the crowd before jumping down from the corner. He is now ready to compete.~
Belvedere: From Hell’s Kitchen, New York…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 225lbs…he is the FUTURE of OCW…ladies and gentlemen please welcome, making his Massacre debut…“King Infinity” Aidan Collins!!!
~The crowd turns their attention to Puffer. They start to chant ‘DICK!’ at him. Puffer looks around, digesting the chant. The bell rings. Belvedere exits~
Smith: Our fans seem to be mocking Mr. Puffer
Hood: It’s hard to mock a guy who lets literally everything fly over his head
~Puffer yells out “I AM NOT A HICK!” The crowd pauses. Puffer smiles feeling as though he’s silenced these heathens. He turns to face Collins reminding his opponent and the ref that he is “NOT A HICK.”~
Smith: And once again the facts elude Mr. Puffer
Hood: At least we know the man is not a hick. Hicks can be pretty dangerous
Smith: How so?
Hood: Beating up random black folk. Kind of like Puffer did in his old days when he served as a police officer…wait a sec. That must mean he’s a REFORMED hick
Smith: He’s not a hick! He’s just a terrible detective!
~The crowd boos Puffer. They then return to calling him a DICK. Again he is filled with confusion. Collins walks up to Puffer and pats him on the back. He explains the situation to the good detective. Puffer’s brow furrows. He says, “Oh, they’re calling me a dick?!” Collins nods. “Well, that’s not so bad.” Puffer begins to go along with the chant. He chants it himself. He pumps his fist up and down chanting “DICK!” The fans don’t seem to care for this. It’s not so much fun when the object of their derision is joining in on the deriding. Puffer turns to Collins to get him to chant along but King Infinity will not lower himself into such tomfoolery. He waits for Puffer to turn back to the crowd. Collins hooks Puffer around the waist, lifts him up and tosses him onto his head with a Release German Suplex!! Puffer is folded up on the mat. He’s no longer chanting DICK. Neither are the fans. They stand, quiet…unsure how to react. They want to boo Collins but they are also thankful that Puffer has stopped chanting with them~
Smith: And there goes Puffer
Hood: His odds of winning this match just went from zero to sub zero
Smith: You think he’s ever dressed as Sub Zero for Halloween?
Hood: No way, I think he goes as the blood soaked, freshly removed spine
Smith: Huh?
Hood: Halloween is an opportunity for us to dress as something we are not
~Collins grabs Puffer by the hair and yanks him to his feet. He boots Puffer in the gut and hooks him, hoisting him into the air with a suplex. He holds Puffer up for awhile before dropping the good detective straight onto his head with a Brainbuster!! Puffer’s body goes flat. He’s on his back. The only movement we can detect from the, umm, detective is his rhythmic breathing pattern~
Smith: And much like Maurako’s showcase earlier in the evening Aidan Collins is having his way with Puffer while showing everyone in the audience and at home why he is King Infinity
Hood: This man is the future of OCW, Smith. Everyone needs to get used to it. I mean he killed Alice Knight
Smith: He didn’t KILL her. I spoke with her over the weekend. She’s alive and in mediocre condition
Hood: Well then he killed the SPIRIT of Alice Knight which, to me is the same fucking thing
~Aidan pulls Puffer back to his feet and lifts him up with a Northern Lights Suplex! The crowd responds…they are always familiar with this move. He rotates his hips, gets back to his feet and drops Puffer with a second Northern Lights Suplex! The fans stand in anticipation knowing one more is coming. Collins, again, rotates, gets to his feet, lifts Puffer up and drops him with a third rolling Northern Lights Suplex!! He returns to his feet looking as fresh as ever. Puffer, meanwhile, looks like a cheap prostitute who has already received payment. On his back and ready to do his job~
Smith: The 3-Some! We saw King Infinity perform this move last Monday. A devastating set of Northern Lights Suplexes
Hood: This man is so good. I mean I know everyone kicks Puffer’s ass but Aidan is REALLY kicking Puffer’s ass
Smith: Tremendous commentary as always, Hood
~Aidan realizes he’s on the verge of breaking a sweat. This indicates that he’s perhaps taking things a little too far. So he grabs Puffer by the arm…he yanks The Good Detective up, maintaining wrist control and he drills the man with a ripcord discus lariat!!! Puffer turns inside out before landing on his back, in the center of the ring. Collins hovers on top of Puffer making a very laid back cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….“KING INFINITY” AIDAN COLLINS!!!!!
Smith: Dominance by King Infinity. I may not like this man or the way he’s been introduced by there simply is no denying the talent
Hood: This man is going to win the whole fucking thing at Death March and then win his first OCW Championship in 2019. BOOK IT
Smith: While I certainly won’t count a man of his ability out of anything…that is going to be quite the task
Hood: Well somebody is going to win at Death March and somebody HAS to dethrone Meyhu. Why not King Infinity?
Smith: Now you’re sounding like our GM
Hood: A man wise beyond his years
~Collins raises his arms in triumph and promptly exits the ring. He snares his jacket and heads up the ramp. He looks over his body and realizes he did not end up breaking a sweat. Mission accomplished~
Smith: Well that one was a freebie for Mr. Collins. The matches will get tougher and tougher from here on out
Hood: Hey we all get one freebie in OCW
Smith: Yes, Hood…yes we do. Well folks we still have a few minutes remaining so let's cut to a promotional video for Death March before we wrap things up!
~Andrew W.K. blares over the speakers as the fans go bananas! Zybala walks out onto the ramp and the fans cheer even louder if that's possible. They love this man. Zybala walks down the ramp, high fiving fans along the way, and makes his way to the ring.~
Smith: And it seems that our commissioner has something he wants to say.
Hood: Please let it be early retirement.
Smith: That would be a shame. I think he's doing a good job.
Hood: Well you also like Alice Knight, so that goes to show what kind of people you like.
~Zybala is in the ring, microphone in hand and the music dies down. The fans however, are still cheering. They start to quiet down until Zybala raises the microphone; the cheers get louder. Zybala looks around at the crowd and laughs. He raises the microphone and starts to talk despite the noise.~
Zybala: Oh you guys. I'm still louder with the microphone, but I feel the love. Now I'm sure by now that you all have heard about the Death March show and the bet Marcus and I have. If one of his team members win, I have to quit as your commissioner.
~The fans boo and start a "NO!" chant. Zybala let's this go on for a bit before talking again.~
Zybala: I know! I think that would be horrible too. But if one of my peeps win, you will also not see Commissioner Zybala anymore. He will be replaced by Commissioner Welsh as I take over as the new General Manager of OCW baby!!
~This idea is more to the fans liking as the boos turn to cheers and a loud "YES!" chant goes throughout the arena.~
Zybala: Now I tried to get Marcus to come out here to join me as we announce our team captains, but that big grump ignored my calls. Then I hear something about him wanting to release the news via a press release or even wait until NEXT week? No way, not on my watch! I'm going to force his hand. I know that I said that he could have the first pick of captain, but since he's not out here and I am, I guess the first pick goes to me by default. As my first captain, I pick the one and only..... JAM G!!
~Everyone looks at Zybala with confusion. Is he really wasting a pick like this? As the crowd murmurs, we see an irate looking Welsh storm out from the back.~
Welsh: JAM G? Are you serious? You can't be serious. Seriously!
~Greg, who is standing next to Welsh, looks up at his...well, his very special friend. The crowd murmurs, not really sure what Welsh is trying to say. Zybala tilts his head while looking at the GM's reddening face~
Welsh: You know what I mean! Why do you always have to corrupt these tremendous matches with guys like JAM fucking G. Or Uber...or Tony or whoever! Outsiders is dead! Get over it!
~The crowd BOOOOS~
Welsh: But I suppose your little plan worked. It got me out here, didn't it? Fuck.
~Welsh feels a hint of shame at being tricked by Zybala. Greg pats and rubs his arm~
Welsh: Thanks, Greg. I'm not even sure why I'm so irate. If you want JAM G as your captain I should be all for it. I mean it basically eliminates one of your teams from consideration. Like...who is JAM G going to recruit? RAM B? BAM T? HAM Z? I know I just made those up but I can't help but shake the fact that they aren't 100% out of the realm of possibility.
~A 'HAM Z' chant starts, much to Welsh's chagrin~
Welsh: Ugh. It's like a plague, it really is. Quicksand. The more I fight against it the deeper I sink. Time to regain control of the narrative...
~Welsh is sort of speaking to himself. Greg nods saying "YOU TAKE THAT NARRATIVE, MARCUS!"~
Welsh: Here's what we're going to do, Zybala. I'm going to attempt to establish some organization to this wild, zany segment. Let's pull this back in, a bit. We are going to name our captains RIGHT NOW. I'll go first...you go second. And, so help me, you had better take this serious and name legitimate captains otherwise I'll just cancel this entire event. I'll turn Death March into another ordinary ppv - as you like to call them - with five standard title matches. Okay?
~The fans booo. They really dig the idea of Death March...and, I mean, who wouldn't? It's totally rad~
Welsh: Relax. Zybala isn't stupid enough to risk cancelling this event. It would mean he'd blow his chance at gaining full authority around here. The authority to hire all the JAM G's his little heart desires. But, that's okay. I'm not concerned. You want to know why?
~The crowd yells "WHY?!"~
Welsh: Because my first pick is going to win the whole fucking thing. Who is my first pick? Why it's none other than the FUTURE of OCW. The NEW FACE of OCW. That's right...my first pick...the man that will helm the first team at Death March is none other than "King Infinity" Aidan Collins!
~ The crowd boos at this name, but Zybala looks visibly impressed.~
Zybala: Great pick there Marcus. And don't worry. I am taking this seriously, because you were right. I DO want to become the general manager. I think that would be “MARVELOUS!” So much so in fact, that my REAL first captain is none other than “Marvelous” Mario Maurako!!!
~The crowd goes wild! A “MAURAKO” chant is soon to follow. Welsh looks down at Greg. Greg says, “That was a great pick.” Welsh replies through his teeth, “I know that, Greg!” He turns back toward Zybala who looks full of pride and confidence~
Welsh: These confounded legends. They just won’t...stop...returning. Fine, you go with the old guy who will probably blow out his knee and tear his pec the minute he locks up for the first time in an OCW ring this year. I’ll take someone younger. I’ll take one of the new forces this company has to offer. I’ll go with a man who is already known as a legend in some circles and will soon be known as a legend in OCW. I’m going with...Vincent Langston!
~The crowd boos remembering what Langston did at Serial Thrillers. Zybala looks a little worried but quickly recovers and glares at Welsh.~
Zybala: Another great pick Marcus. The Savage champ will make a fine captain. But I'll see your former tag champ and raise you another one in the form of “The Rebel” Melinda Rhodes! I know she wants some payback!
~A thunderous “REBEL” chant fills the OCW Arena. She’s wildly over with the OCW fans who seem to think she’s ready to challenge for the top spot in the company. Welsh’s mouth goes sideways. He taps the mic against his chest as if pondering his next selection~
Welsh: Fuck. I was gonna pick Rhodes. That’s alright because I’ve got someone in mind who is hungry for redemption. This is a man who has evolved from a joke to a legit competitor since I took over this comedic company. He’s gone from a secondary player to a main event star. The man who will helm the third team under my punctilious purview is none other than Curt Canon!
~ The fans are torn. They want to cheer for Canon but they don't want to cheer anything Welsh does. Zybala smirks. Things are getting interesting.~
Zybala: And you keep making great choices. Curt is a great idea. Hmm, just who do I pick in response? Oh, I know! By choosing the man who beat him to be the Last OCW Lightweight champion! Ed Houston sounds like a good idea!
~ The fans start chanting “ROCKET MAN” as Welsh looks flustered. He didn't expect Zybala to make these good of picks. In fact, he totally expected JAM G and Uber Man and the like. A hush falls over the crowd as the fans look at Welsh, waiting for what seems like forever, as he ponders his next selection.~
Welsh: Houston...Rhodes...and Maurako. Hmm…
~Welsh twirls the mic around in deep thought. He’s wrestling with something. He’s swaying toward and away from a decision. He looks over at Zybala who is playing to the crowd, enjoying the scene. Welsh frowns. He envisions his life without the GM title. He envisions the OCW Arena with Zybala in charge. With a definitive shake of the head, he brings the mic to his mouth~
Welsh: I don’t like this man. I’ve never been a fan. But I simply cannot live with the idea of losing to you, Zybala. I cannot fathom OCW under your control. So, for my fourth and final captain I choose...Mack O’Connor
~The crowd seems stunned. They almost gasp, before beginning to boo. Even Zybala seems taken aback by Welsh’s announcement. It’s become apparent that shit just got real. Zybala ponders for a moment before addressing Welsh.~
Zybala: Well, look at you. Marcus Welsh swallowing his pride and picking Mack as captain. You must really not want me to win. Shit, you have a dream team with just your captains. However, I have one pick left and he's the biggest dreamer in OCW and someone who I think will be a future OCW champ, but for right now he is damn proud of being the Craze Champion!
~The crowd starts to cheer as Welsh looks flustered. Zybala continues.~
Zybala: That's right Welsh. MY fourth and final captain is none other than O.G.D.A.!!
~The fans go nuts at this announcement as Welsh is gritting his teeth as Greg tries to calm him down. Welsh looks at Greg and nods. He takes a deep breath.~
Welsh: So on your side, you have Rhodes, Maurako, Houston, and O.G.D.A. And on the winning side are O’Connor, Canon, Langston, and the new face of OCW Aidan Collins. Now that we've announced the teams, I'm heading back to my office.
~Welsh turns to leave with Greg, but is stopped by Zybala calling out.~
Zybala: Just one more thing. Since you agreed to this match, I figured I would give you a present. I know you enjoy vetoing my ideas so much, I figure I'd give you an easy one. Next week’s main event, we will have a first time ever match on Massacre as it will be champion versus champion! You will see OCW champion Matt Meyhu facing off against Outsider's champ Peter Vaughn in a title versus title match. Both men have one win against the other, and next week will be the tie breaker! What do you say Marcus?
~Welsh looks like he wants to say vetoed, but he knows that is exactly what Zybala wants.~
Welsh: You know what? Let me talk to the REAL champ and see what he thinks. Matt may want an easy night next week. But it's funny that you mention Outsider's. Not everyone there liked you and it's amazing what ten dollars can get you.
~Zybala looks at Welsh confused. Suddenly, Zybala’s face contorts with pain as he falls to the mat. Behind him is a tall, lanky guy dressed like Ash Ketchum!~
Hood: It's Soot Losem! The only Outsider who was worth a damn!
Smith: And apparently he is a fan of Welsh!
~Zybala is down. Losem stands over him holding what appears to be the laptop Outsiders used to play youtube music which served as wrestler's entrance themes. Welsh nods toward Losem, thanking him. He thens peaks~
Welsh: Vetoed.
~The crowd BOOOS heavily at Welsh vetoing Meyhu facing Vaughn next week. Losem smiles, happily. He feels truly blessed to be in the OCW Arena. Welsh makes a motion with his hands and Losem is instantly tackled by OCW security!! They beat him mercilessly and drag him away. Welsh smiles and drops the mic, heading to the back~
Smith: Well that's what happens when you make a deal with the devil
Hood: Hyperbole much? I'm sure Losem at least got half his gas paid for.
Smith: That's not saying much when the individual in question doesn't own a car
Hood: Oh man that might be your sickest burn ever
Smith: It appears as though we didn't have to wait a week for the captains to be revealed! We now know who will be leading the eight teams into Death March! Both Welsh AND Zybala made some interesting and tremendous choices! Death March is already shaping up to be one of the best events in company history! I can't wait to see who these captains choose
Hood: OGDA will probably pick a bunch of kids. So we can forget about that team
Smith: You underestimate the Craze Champion, Hood. Keep doing that and, like Welsh, you might find yourself on the wrong side of history! Well, that's all the time we have this week everyone! We look forward to seeing you next week for more in ring action as Death March draws closer. For Hood, I'm Smith saying so long!
~We fade to a shot of the team captains for Death March before fading to black~
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