OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, May 21st 2018
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida

~It’s another Monday night. We’ve finished watching another arbitrary show on STARZ. Why do we always tune in so early on Monday nights? Do we secretly love the bland ass programming STARZ puts on in the early afternoon? Or are we closet masochists? It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that TV-MA logo atop the screen with the accompanying message of how the following program is for mature audiences only. It’s time for MASSACRE you fucking homosapiens! We cut to the ravenous OCW Arena full of sex starved, lonely men in their pro wrestling t-shirts. Several signs are shown giving hints to the ignorant as to what’s been going on lately. “VARGAS IS THE MIX CHAMPION!” “MACK O’CONNOR DIED AND HAS BEEN REBORN AS MUFFLES!” “KESTREL IS HOT” That sign didn’t take much effort. “ANTHONY WENTZ CAN TEA BAG ME ANYDAY” a man is holding that sign – we’re not sure how we feel about that. “TIO IS THE OCW CHAMPION” the extremely obvious sign is held by a very serious looking man. Right next to him is a very lust filled woman holding a sign that reads “FUCK THE GUY TO MY RIGHT. MEYHU IS THE ONE TRUE CHAMPION!” The man sees the sign and instantly scolds the woman. The woman tells him to fuck off and removes her engagement ring, throwing it at him. Because, you see, in OCW, we don’t build relationships – we tear them the fuck down. “DOES THE PURPLE VIP LOUNGE SERVE PURPLE CHAMPAGNE” is a sign we read and really wonder why in the hell it was chosen to be shown. “JULLIET IS SPELLED WITH TWO L’S. IT TOOK ME UNTIL NOW TO GET THAT RIGHT WITHOUT HAVING TO LOOK IT UP.” That is certainly an interesting sign. “ED HOUSTON WILL FLY HIGH TONIGHT” “CURT’S CANON IS BIGGER THAN YOURS!” “I CAUGHT ALICE KNIGHT AND THE UBER MAN DOWN ON LOVER’S LANE THIS PAST FRIDAY NIGHT!” “ZYBALA LISTENS TO ANDREW WK ALL DAY LONG!” and, finally, “GRENIER IS KEWL.” And, with that we focus in on the announce team~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to another edition of Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Smith and alongside me, as always, is my broadcast partner – Hood!

Hood: Yo

Smith: Cat got your tongue?

Hood: The fuck you just say to me?

Smith: Sorry, it’s just a saying…I was only kidding

Hood: NEVER mention CATS, ANTS, or OWLS around me EVER again

Smith: Okay, fine, geez

Hood: That goes for MUSTARD as well

Smith: I get it…anyway…we’ve got a very exciting night in store and, well, I’d love to sit here and tell you all about it but we’re apparently getting started right away. Belvedere is in the ring…so let’s hear what he has to say!

~We cut to a shot of Belvedere in the ring~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time I would ask that you all rise and welcome the General Manager of OCW, Marcus Welsh!

~The crowd boos. Nobody stands. In fact, the few who WERE standing, take a seat of protest. Welsh appears from behind the curtain. He pauses at the top of the stage. He waves someone forward. Knux appears from behind the curtain to a chorus of aggressive boos. Welsh heads down the ramp with Knux right behind him, keeping an eye out for anyone with nefarious intent. They reach ringside. Welsh walks up the steps while Knux simply steps up, onto the apron. Knux places his foot on the middle rope while grabbing the top, opening up a comfortable point of entry. Welsh steps through. Knux lets go of the ropes and steps over the top rope, joining Welsh in the ring. Welsh takes the mic from Belvedere and pauses. The crowd continues to boo. He looks at Welsh and points toward his watch~

Smith: These fans aren’t happy to see our General Manager, Hood

Hood: You sure they weren’t booing Belvedere?

Smith: Why would anyone boo Belvedere?

~After a while, the fans quiet down. Welsh turns to Knux saying “See? Told ya.” He lifts the mic to his mouth~

Marcus Welsh: As much as I would like to stand out here and wax poetic for the next fifteen minutes, I’m afraid there simply isn’t the time. You see, here in OCW, we trim the fat from our steak and get straight to the meat of the program. So, having said that…I’d like to call out the soon to be FORMER OCW Champion…The Incredible One.

~The crowd pops to their feet in anticipation for TIO’s theme song. Nothing happens. They grow restless. They turn toward Welsh as though it’s all a ruse. However, a few fans near the stage begin to cheer. We turn and spot TIO, with the OCW Title over his shoulder, stepping out, onto the stage. There is no music, no OCWTron video package, no cool lighting – nothing. It’s just TIO and the OCW Title. He looks around for a moment, thrown off by this~

Marcus Welsh: Oh come on, are we having technical difficulties back there?

~TIO turns toward the ring, staring at Welsh. He seems to realize something we don’t~

Marcus Welsh: I’m sorry, TIO. But it appears as though there’s a glitch going on backstage. That’s okay, come on down here anyway.

~TIO shakes his head and marches down the ramp way. It’s eerily quiet, definitely an uncommon scene. The crowd gets a slight TIO chant going. It begins to grow in fervor. Welsh looks annoyed. He tosses his head toward the backstage area~

“LA… LA, LA LA… Wait Till I Get My Money Right…”

~“Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West hits as the lights dim. Green lights flicker throughout the arena. A huge series of pyrotechnical explosions go off around the stage! Gold sparks drip from the ceiling! ‘The Marvel’ Matt Meyhu steps out onto stage like a conquering hero. Welsh begins to clap from inside the ring. TIO stops, at the bottom of the ramp, looking up toward Meyhu. The crowd begins to chant ‘bullshit!’. Welsh points toward Meyhu. Meyhu does the ‘money’ sign with his hands. A loud BANG sounds out as thousands of green dollar bills descend from the ceiling! The chants stop as the fans lean toward their most basic of instincts and maul each other for a dollar, or two~

Smith: What is this?! I thought we were having technical difficulties!

Hood: How fortuitous that they got it figured out in time for Meyhu’s entrance!

Smith: I think it was all a plot to further make TIO look inferior in comparison to his challenger

Hood: He doesn’t need any help in that regard, Smith.

~Meyhu marches down the ramp with arrogance. He marches right past TIO who remains at the bottom of the ramp, taking the entire spectacle in. TIO just shakes his head, realizing he’s fighting an uphill battle. Meyhu reaches ringside, he marches up the steps and hops over the top rope, into the ring. Fans begin to boo as soon as they grab the money~

Smith: Good, it’s nice to see these people rise above monetary concerns and support what’s right!

Hood: I don’t think that’s why they are booing, Smith

~We zoom in on a few fans holding up their money. They are dollar bills with Meyhu’s face front and center (aka obviously fake). They boo and throw the money at ringside. A fan passes one of the bills to TIO, who looks at it momentarily before staring at Meyhu, Welsh and Knux, crumbling it up, throwing it to the ground and tearing it with his boot. The crowd cheers as TIO slowly walks up the steps, slowly getting into the ring, eyeing both Meyhu and Knux carefully. Welsh, with a smirk on his face, graciously offers TIO a microphone. TIO goes to take the mic but Welsh pulls back, laughing with Meyhu. Welsh takes the second mic and lifts it to his mouth along with the first. He’s double fisting with mics~

Marcus Welsh: Ya know, just in case more ‘technical difficulties’ arise. Always good to have a backup. Plus, there’s a hierarchy around here. It starts with big and descends to small. The decision on who should go last was an easy one. As far as first? Well, a super, double secret coin toss ceremony was held backstage. I won. Tails never fails, right?

~The crowd boos~

Marcus Welsh: Anyway, down to business. First item is regarding the future champion and current face of OCW, Matt Meyhu. I’ll take a minute for everyone to gather themselves. Take a seat if you're prone to weakness during historical events. Okay...ready?

~The crowd is disgruntled. Someone yells “JUST FUCKING SAY IT.”~

Marcus Welsh: Next week The Marvel will be making his 2018 in ring debut! Now how about that? Isn’t that great?

~Welsh claps both mics together. Knux claps along as well. Meyhu nods, saying “that IS an historic announcement”~

Marcus Welsh: As far as his opponent, well, we’ll announce that later this evening after Massacre goes off the air.

Smith: Yea and after Welsh gets an updated injury report

Hood: Good observation, Smith. Welsh will obviously want Meyhu in there against someone in tip top shape.

Smith: I was thinking the exact opposite, actually

Marcus Welsh: Now, after Meyhu is done knocking off that dreaded ‘ring rust’ the attention will turn to the future former champion.

~Welsh turns and casts a condescending look TIO’s way~

Marcus Welsh: For too long you’ve been hiding behind your 2017 reputation, TIO. Lurking around backstage, avoiding everyone. I’ve had it up to here! You will not simply coast into The Greatest Show on Earth untested. Especially not while the challenger is out here busting his ass entertaining the fans. Nope, you sir will be forced into action in the coming weeks.

Smith: What is he talking about? TIO has a match with Ed Houston tonight!

Hood: Shhh, quiet, the GM is speaking!

Marcus Welsh: Let’s see...which date is open. Next week is no good because well, I mean The Marvel is competing. We don’t need you dragging down his ratings. So that leaves...well, I guess that leaves one remaining date. June 4th.

~The crowd is incensed. They boo vociferously. The term ‘SCREW JOB’ is hurled at the ringside area~

Smith: What? That’s a week before his title defense against Meyhu!

Hood: Excuses are for losers, Smith. I really wish you’d stop referring to our champ as a fucking loser

Marcus Welsh: Relax, everybody...RELAX. Do you really think I’d put TIO in there against one of OCW’s top contenders? He won’t be competing against the likes of Tommy Crimson nor will he be going toe to toe with the Curt Canons of OCW. Full disclosure - and I may regret this decision...but I’m placing TIO in the ring against a staff member.

~The crowd quiets with intrigue~

Smith: Hmm

Hood: You think it’s The Knife Man? I’d hate to see TIO get his throat slit a week before his title defense

Smith: That would be horrible!

Hood: However, The Knife Man is our medic SLASH mechanic...so he’d probably patch it right up in the ring

Marcus Welsh: Yep...a Staff Member

~Welsh walks around the ring, as though he’s in deep thought. He uses one mic to scratch his chin...the other to scratch his head~

Marcus Welsh: Now which Staff Member could it be? Which one…

~He looks at Belvedere. Belvedere swallows hard~

Marcus Welsh: Nah, not Belvedere. I wouldn’t want TIO ruining that magnificent mustache of yours. Nope, the Staff Member TIO will be facing on June 4th...one week before The Greatest Show on Earth will, in fact, be…

~Welsh does a very exaggerated turn and points both mics at Knux. The crowd responds with a ‘WTF’ gasp. It’s followed by a chorus of boos~

Marcus Welsh: The head of OCW security...KNUX!!!

~TIO’s jaw drops as Knux nods with a slight grin, cracking his knuckles. TIO grabs the second mic from Welsh’s hand to try and speak but Meyhu with quick reflexes grabs the mic out of his hand, spinning it in his as the crowd erupts in jeers.~

Matt Meyhu: I know! I didn’t want to hear him speak either… Oof… That’s a big boy you’ve got to deal with in a couple of weeks. You think you’re up to the task? I would hate for something to happen to you so close to our big match!

~Meyhu smirks across at TIO while Knux cracks his… Knucks.~

Matt Meyhu: But hey, it’s an opportunity to prove yourself! That’s a plus. I mean, I’ll be honest with you… People around town are really starting to question whether or not you’re worthy of a match against the Face of OCW right about now. Nearly a year without a defense? What have you been doing?!

~Meyhu looks around at the crowd as if they have the answer. Welsh shrugs with a smug grin on his face. TIO looks on unimpressed. He makes another move for a microphone but Meyhu does a slight turn away from him, putting it out of reach.~

Matt Meyhu: I’ve had time to travel the world! Canada… Mexico… UK… Japan… Hell, I even went to Australia! Fighting like a true champion should. And next week, I’ll show you once again what that looks like. I’m sure our fearless leader here has quite the test lined up for me!

~Meyhu hands the second mic back to Welsh who is, once again, wielding two mics. He lifts them both to his mouth~

Marcus Welsh: Only the top of the line for Mr. Meyhu! You can rest assured his opponent next week will be a name well known within this company. And while we’re on the subject of greatness and Matt Meyhu…

~The crowd continues to grow restless, having heard Welsh and Meyhu speak for the last fifteen minutes. TIO, having enough, is finally able to get a mic from Welsh, and the crowd erupts. TIO nods, raising the mic to his mouth.~

TIO: I’ve been standing here for a good minute, listening to you two yap, yap, yap. It sounds a lot like this Yanny and Laurel debate… both sound different but no matter what you hear… IT’S BULLSHIT!

~A loud “TIO” chant begins as Welsh and Meyhu look offended by TIO’s words.~

TIO: That’s quite the two announcements you’ve made Welsh. I look forward to seeing Meyhu finally get off his lazy ass and compete in a match in 2018. I’ve already won one, and tonight I’ll compete against a man you wish you were half of… Houston. Then, by the time I have to deal with who I thought was a friend, I’ll have been in three matches, compared to your one. Three to one. If memory serves correctly Welsh, three is bigger than one. Looks like I am representing your brand well by being a fighting champion. I’d even put my title on the line against Houston but we both know Mr. Meyhu here would throw a temper tantrum the size of Florida so let’s not disturb the baby.

~Meyhu looks over at Welsh, as if he’s going to allow TIO to speak to him like that, but TIO cuts them off.~

TIO: Now that you two are done speaking, for good I hope, remember I have an announcement of my own. Welsh, you’ve given me the choice of picking the stipulation for the main event of the Greatest Show on Earth! It made me think of all the unique matches I was in in 2017… like the Pub Crawl Brawl with Vargas, the Escape the Prison match with this piece of shit right here. My thoughts were… how do you top that? Both those matches were bloody wars and I am ready to go to war once more for the OCW Championship. But you know what? I’m tired of the blood - and I think if I pick any match where interference can happen, sadly I will lose because it seems this company is out to pry this title from my hands. So how do you still make this an exciting bout?

~TIO stops for a moment, surveying the crowd. Meyhu taps on his wrist, as if to say to hurry it up, he has places to be.~

TIO: Don’t worry, I won’t keep us out here much longer, I know the audience is waiting for a match. I pride myself on being the best damn wrestler on the planet, and I’m going to prove it to you with a wrestling clinic mixed with a test of endurance, by pinning you once… twice… three, four - five - six times. No matter how many pins it’s got to take to put the message across. Meyhu, it’s going to be you and I, going for sixty minutes in an IRON MAN MATCH!

~TIO gets right in Meyhu’s face, and Meyhu nods with a hungry smirk, accepting the challenge. The crowd is going nuts as TIO drops the mic, staring at Meyhu for a couple moments more before starting to leave. Welsh eyes Knux, gives him a signal as Knux heads to TIO, but TIO turns around and cross chops Knux, expecting the cheap shot. He then wraps his arms around the big man and with all his strength german suplexs the behemoth over his body, releasing him into the turnbuckle! TIO quickly gets to his feet and clothesline the giant over the top rope! TIO, eyes of a madman, stares right at Meyhu, who is still in the ring, while Welsh has made it to the outside. TIO charges at Meyhu, who looks like he’s going to stay to fight, but rolls out at the last second before TIO can reach him. Meyhu and Welsh jog towards Knux, helping him up as the three make their way up the ramp. TIO stands tall in the ring, holding his championship high in the air, yelling at the trio as the camera fades to ringside.~

Smith: Yes! There we go! Way to fight back, champ!

Hood: He just assaulted the Head of Security! I think he should be fined…possibly fired.

Smith: Yea, well even if those allegations were true, no way Welsh would terminate the co-main event of our impending major event. And, speaking of…an Iron Man match…have we ever had one in OCW history?

Hood: Very few, if any. I can’t remember many matches where the men fight each other in iron suits with iron weapons.

Smith: That’s not an Iron Man match!

Hood: Oh, well, what is?

Smith: They wrestle for an hour. The person with the most pinfalls wins

Hood: AN ENTIRE HOUR?

Smith: Indeed

Hood: Ugh…well, at least it’s an hour of Meyhu/TIO and not an hour of, say, the gypsy witch herself

Smith: I could watch her for hours!

Hood: Pervert

Smith: Whatever…regardless…several huge announcements were made here, folks. Meyhu will return to action next week. The week after TIO will face his former best friend, Knux…which, just happens to also be a week before his match against Meyhu which…as we also just found out will be an Iron Man match. TIO is climbing the steepest of hills

Hood: Big always fucks small, Smith. Never fight the system

Smith: Let’s hope TIO is the exception to that horrid rule. In the meantime…we've got a match scheduled in a few moments...but first, let's head backstage where I'm told an irritated Marcus Welsh is standing by

~We cut backstage. Welsh has just returned from ringside. Knux is by his side, leaning over, wincing in pain. Meyhu has already left, heading back to his two story dressing room. Welsh paces back and forth, shaking his head. Who’Re is standing by with a mic~

Who’Re: Major announcement, Mr. Welsh...

Marcus Welsh: Yea, it was a major announcement. A major announcement ruined by TIO. There was no reason to get physical out there. I mean, he came within a few feet of knocking me over. Who does he think he is? I’m just now getting over the physical pain he put me through a few weeks ago. Not to mention the emotional scars which continue to plague me. Fucking animal…but rest assured, he will get his, soon. The big man to my left was already chomping at the bit for some revenge…what happened out there will only increase his appetite. You can bet on that.

Who’Re: I don’t doubt it. But I’m here to ask you about Grenier and Vargas from last week. Things were sort of left up in the air. So, I’m wondering what everyone else is…did Chad Vargas win the Margarita Mix? And, if so, does that mean he will challenge the winner of TIO and Meyhu after The Greatest Show on Earth?

Marcus Welsh: Chad Vargas didn’t win shit last week. All he did was eliminate one of our best draws for the foreseeable future. You take that and add it to the fact I’ve had to deal with his entitled manager and drug addicted associate and, well, I’ve just about had enough of the Confederate Icon. He’s lucky I don’t fire his ass.

Who’Re: So, the Margarita Mix…is it a wash?

~Welsh rubs his forehead, frustrated. He comes up with something on the fly~

Marcus Welsh: No…no, it’s not. Look, here’s the deal. So much effort was put into that thing for it to just go away like an investigation into high ranking politicians. Vargas doesn’t deserve it for mugging Mack and Mack has no shot of competing for it at this time. So, here’s my compromise. That guy who’s retiring…you know who I’m talking about.

Who’Re: Bob Grenier!

~The crowd pops~

Marcus Welsh: Yep, that guy. He’s already put in a request to be at The Greatest Show on Earth. He wants to open the show by getting married to the love of his life – this woman named Danica.

Who’Re: Aww, how sweet!

~Who’Re is downright enchanted. She probably wasted her entire Saturday watching and reading about the Royal Wedding~

Marcus Welsh: Uh, sure. Anyway, that means he’s going to be in Papillion, Nebraska on the day of the event…and, what better wedding gift for his bride to be than that Margarita Mix trophy and all that comes with it. You know, a nice, fat bonus and an OCW Title shot. So…here’s my compromise. If Grenier will kindly step out of retirement and face Vargas at The Greatest Show on Earth then I will put the Mix trophy on the line and, with it, an OCW Title shot at the next major show against the winner of Meyhu and TIO.

~The crowd explodes! A ‘YES!’ chant fills the arena~

Who’Re: Oh my gosh! Did you just book Grenier and Vargas? If so…what a HUGE announcement scooped by yours truly!

Marcus Welsh: Nothing is official until Grenier signs off on it. To be honest, he seems set on hanging up the boots. As for me, personally, I’d love to see the match but I’m done pleading with people. It’s up to Chad to get Grenier to agree to this because, if he doesn’t, Chad will be without a match and forced to climb back up the card.

~Welsh motions for Knux to follow him away from Who’Re who is left behind, staring at the camera with her somewhat vacant, slutty eyes~

Who’Re: Oh my gosh! What an announcement…Vargas versus Grenier at The Greatest Show on Earth for the Margarita Mix Trophy and an OCW Title shot…but…will Grenier accept? I guess we’ll have to wait to find out

~We cut back to the announce team~

Smith: I know Grenier is retired…but that is an awfully big opportunity to turn down

Hood: What moron would choose getting married over competing for an OCW Title shot?

Smith: A man in love

Hood: Ah so a man in love is a moron…that makes sense

Smith: Ugh…that’s not what I meant. Anyway…I’m sure Vargas is a bit upset over this announcement. But, then again, there isn’t much that doesn’t upset The Confederate Icon.

Hood: Some WEAK ASS BOOKING for sure

Smith: I’d think Bob would say yes but having talked with him…I honestly think he’ll turn it down

Hood: That Canadian culture has finally worn Grenier down. His spine is jelly.

Smith: In the meantime…we’ve got a match to get to! How about that, folks? A match in the early stages of Massacre!

Hood: Sweet! Is it Meyhu’s in ring return?

Smith: No! Why would you think that…they just said that was next week…don’t you ever read your lineup sheet?

Hood: I was just hoping

Smith: Nope, instead we get a triple threat between three relative newcomers. Kestrel joined in 2015 but, unfortunately, OCW shut down before she had her debut. Muffles joined in late of 2017, winning Newcomer of the Month but…much like Kestrel, Hurricane Maria forced OCW into closure, stymying Muffles momentum. And Andrew Wentz, well, he’s just about the most promising newcomer we’ve had in awhile.

Hood: Fuck that was long winded…but, yea, it sounds pretty rad…can we get to it?

Smith: Sure…and, remember folks, the winner gets Curt Canon at The Greatest Show on Earth for a shot at the Craze Championship. Let’s head down to ringside!

Opening Match – Triple Threat
Kestrel (1.3pts) vs. ‘Dirty Rascal’ Anthony Wentz (0 pts) vs. Muffles the Bunny (-1 pt)

~We focus in on the ring. The fans are chanting “MATCH!” Belvedere is in the ring with a slight grin. He lifts the mic to his mouth and speaks~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Monday Night Massacre!

~The crowd responds with thunderous applause~

Belvedere: It is now time for our opening match of the evening!

~The cheers get even louder! A few women in the crowd may or may not have been struck with INSTANT PREGNANCY~

Belvedere: This match is a triple threat contest scheduled for one fall! The winner of this match will face Curt Canon at The Greatest Show on Earth for a shot at the Craze Championship. Introducing first…

~The lights fade to black and purple as Street Punks by Vince Staples begins blasting out the arena's speakers. 'Dirty Rascal' Anthony Wentz walks out from behind the curtains and raises his arms up. As he lowers them, he begins moving towards the ring. At ringside, he pauses as the crowd chants his name.. then he climbs into the ring and taunts the crowd some more before the music fades and the lights turn back to normal~

Belvedere: From Sacramento, California…standing six feet tall and weighing in at 190lbs…please welcome to OCW… “Dirty Rascal” Anthony Wentz!!!

~The crowd gives a favorable response to the newcomer. He seems to have a very OCW-like aura to him. A few SMART MARKS in the front row yell out ‘TEA BAG’. Wentz looks their way and acknowledges the esoteric factoid. Wentz finds a corner and leans back, awaiting the arrival of his first opponent~

Smith: Management is very excited about the potential of this young man, Hood

Hood: Tea bag? I mean, I want to assume it’s the term for placing your balls in someone’s face…but, around here, it could just as easily be some idiotic group of people chanting for green tea

Smith: While I’m not much for scatological humor, I can confirm they are using the term under the former context

Hood: YES!

~”Bad Bunny” by Radioactive Chicken Heads begins to play. Muffles appears in the crowd, accompanied by the sound of guitar riffs and screeching. A bright orange baseball bat slung casually over his shoulder. He strolls down before he begins to walk along the top of the barricade. He hops down and makes his way to roll into the ring~

Belvedere: Introducing next, from Bunnyman Bridge, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 236lbs…Muffles the Bunny!!!

~Muffles swings the orange bat around in the air! The crowd applauds the threat of violence. A few fans in PURPLE VIP attire look on with disgust~

Smith: Some Josie Barnes fans in attendance…they are less than pleased

Hood: Well, as we learned last week, purple hates orange

Smith: Is that really a thing?

Hood: Answer me this…have you ever seen a person in purple hanging out with a person in orange?

Smith: Not that I can recall

Hood: Exactly

Smith: Moving on to a relevant topic…Muffles received the Newcomer of the Month award back in August of 2017…so he’s definitely shown the ability to produce inside the ring

Hood: Produce? Did he like have a whole bunch of bunnies one night in the ring or something?

Smith: Ew, no!

~Muffles finds a corner and gets comfortable. He points the orange bat in Wentz’s direction. Wentz simply smirks while shrugging of the HARE BRAINED THREAT.~

Smith: And now…we await the arrival of Kestrel

Hood: Is she special or something? Like, you know, the good kind of special

Smith: She certainly is! We saw her signing close out the show last week. Marcus Welsh, I think, is ready to strap the rocket to the back of Kestrel if she’s willing to put in the time and effort.

Hood: He’s going to team her up with ED?

Smith: That’s not what I meant!

Belvedere: And, their opponent…

~The overhead lights dim as the sound of a chopper flying overhead fills the air, the opening for 'Torture' taking over a few seconds later. As the song kicks into proper gear alongside of Layla Brooklyn Allman's scream, lights of a muted shade of pink and white swirl out over the crowd as smoke rises up through the grating of the ramp way, the crowd giving a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. The song jumps to the chorus as Kestrel emerges from the back, the slender blond thrusting her fists over her head garnering more of that equal reaction… though such is not something that she seems concerned with. Rather, it appears that the gesture is for her own benefit, and hers alone if one goes by the deep breath she takes before she's in motion anew. As she makes her way down the ramp, it becomes readily apparent that she's not paying the crowd much of a reaction at all-- even a brave fan's successful attempt to run his fingers through the long strands of her hair is ignored beyond the faintest flick of her head away from the touch. Climbing the stairs, Kestrel puts her back to the ring ropes as she looks out over the crowd, though it could be argued quite easily that she's looking past them. A subtle shake of her head and she's kicking off the ring apron to flip into the ring, landing lightly on her feet. From there, she merely makes her way over to her corner and waits for the match to begin.~

Belvedere: Making her way to the ring, fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada…standing 5’7 and weighing in at 156lbs…Kestrel!!!

Smith: Well Hood…every OCW hall of famers career started this way…an opening match with little fanfare. Kestrel, Wentz, and Muffles all have an opportunity to make a big impact tonight

Hood: Well, technically, Muffles has already made an impact

Smith: Okay, for Muffles, a second impact…he gets his first chance at a second impression

Hood: Fuckin Muffles

Smith: As for Kestrel and Wentz…this could be the beginning of two storied careers

Hood: Wow, you’re really high on both of these rookies

Smith: Indeed…from what I’ve witnessed, they both have a lot of talent

Hood: Well, let’s see them beat the ever living shit out of each other!

~Belvedere calmly exits the ring. The bell sounds. The crowd lets out a ‘FUCK YES!’ cheer. Do any children come to these shows? And, if so, are ear muffs provided? Ah, who cares – it’s time for wrestling! Kestrel and Wentz eye the inordinate opponent, Muffles. He swings his orange bat around, looking like some kinda mob boss enforcer seeking payment~

Smith: Who is going to take on Muffles and his orange bat?

Hood: An idiot, most likely

Smith: Or a brave competitor

Hood: Same fucking thing

~Kestrel steps forward. Wentz gladly sits back and watches. He’s no fool! Kestrel, showing tenacity and a complete lack of fear approaches the surprisingly scary looking bunny wielding an orange bat. She gets within the ‘strike’ zone of his bat and pauses. Not out of fear or trepidation. It comes off as a dare. She’s daring Muffles to swing at her. Muffles pauses, tilting his head, taking stock of what kind of game Kestrel is playing~

Smith: Interesting

Hood: Typical woman, can’t make her mind up

Smith: What on Earth are you talking about?

Hood: Well, first she walks up to the bunny, ready to fight…then she hesitates…I mean, come on, lady…make a decision! Wentz would have pinned Muffles by now!

Smith: I highly doubt that

~Muffles takes a swing! Kestrel ducks! She retaliates with several lightning quick shots to the furry midsection of Muffles. He stumbles backwards, against the ropes. Kestrel drills him with a forearm into the jaw. He leans back even further. Kestrel leaps into the air and connects with a knee to the giant rabbit head of Muffles! He flips over the top rope landing harshly on the outside. He drops his orange bat…it rolls away, toward the ring steps~

Smith: Kestrel looking strong early on!

Hood: I guess – I mean, if you call beating up the Easter Bunny STRONG

Smith: His name is MUFFLES

Hood: I mean if it were Santa, that’d be one thing…but the Easter Bunny? He’s so B-Team

~Kestrel grabs the top rope, waiting for Muffles to get to his feet. He does. She sets up for a plancha, leaping up…but Wentz comes out of nowhere from behind, grabbing onto her legs. Kestrel, however, sensing Wentz behind her, places her feet around Wentz and sends him through the ropes with flying head scissors! Wentz stumbles through the ropes, landing near Muffles! He gets to his feet, alongside the bunny. Kestral pops back to her feet, grabs the top rope and catapults over the top rope with a Plancha!! She lands on both Muffles and Wentz, knocking them back against the guard rail~

Smith: Wow! What ring presence and athleticism shown by Kestrel!

Hood: Is Muffles a he?

Smith: What?

Hood: Is Muffles a he or is he a she

Smith: Is he a she? So you’re assuming she’s a he?

Hood: She’s a he? So you’re assuming he’s a she?

Smith: Ugh…never mind!

~Kestrel pops to her feet and she snares Muffles by the ear, tossing him back inside the ring under the bottom rope. She hops onto the apron and waits, poised. Muffles gets to ITS feet. Kestrel jumps up, springboards off the top rope and takes Muffles down with a crossbody!! She remains on top of Muffles for a pin~

1!

Kick Out!

Smith: It’s going to take more than that to stop Muffles

Hood: No shit, the guy is basically wearing a fucking helmet

Smith: Hmm, yea, that’s a good observation

Hood: You act like I had to dig deep for that tidbit...just look at the fucking guy, it’s obvious! He’s got a furry coat of armor on!

~Kestrel is right back to her feet. Muffles rolls over and does a push up, getting back to his feet. Kestrel nails him in the gut with a swift kick. She runs into the ropes. She hits the ropes. An orange blur flashes near her feet…she falls, landing face first on the mat! The camera cuts to the outside where Wentz is standing back, dropping the orange bat to the ground. He does a ‘oops’ gesture and smiles. He proceeds to yank Kestrel out of the ring~

Smith: Well that wasn’t very nice

Hood: It’s not his fault Kestrel is totally uncoordinated

Smith: Huh?

Hood: She fucking tripped running the ropes…talk about GREEN

Smith: He tripped her with the BRIGHT ORANGE bat…how did you not see that?

Hood: Perhaps I’m color blind

Smith: I’m not sure that’s how being color blind works

~Kestrel lands on her feet. She throws a quick, fast moving roundhouse kick at Wentz’s head. He ducks, hooks her from behind in a Full Nelson, lifts her up and plants her into the ground with a Full Nelson Slam! Her back hits with a thunderous BOOM. She gasps for air with the wind being knocked out of her lungs. Wentz rolls back into the ring to go after Muffles~

Smith: Ouch…that hurt from over here!

Hood: Did it, Smith….did it really?

Smith: You know what I mean

Hood: Obviously, being color blind, I do not!

Smith: That makes no sense

~Wentz approaches Muffles who appears ready for an attack. It’s really hard to tell because his expression never changes. Muffles charges at Wentz. Wentz ducks what looks to be an abduction attempt? Wentz pops up behind Muffles and hooks him around the waist. He lifts Muffles for a Dead Life German. Muffles tries to resist…fighting against Anthony’s strength. Wentz gets him up higher…then down…then higher…then down…then even higher…then down…then, finally, Wentz nearly gets Muffles over when Muffles dives forward, head first, tumbling forward and rolling Wentz up for a pin! Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Wow! Muffles nearly stole this one!

Hood: Stole it? How did you come by that conclusion?

Smith: Well, I mean, perhaps that’s the wrong word…but it would have been a surprise pin fall

Hood: I’m beginning to think you hate rabbits

~Wentz shoves Muffles off. Muffles stumbles into the ropes. On the outside we see Kestrel on her feet. She’s standing with her back near the ropes. Muffles stumbling bumps into Kestrel. She reacts by jumping into the air and drilling Muffles in the head with a bicycle kick!! Muffles staggers back…Wentz rolls him up! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Wentz nearly pulled it off!

Hood: What, he didn’t almost STEAL it?

Smith: Uh, no

Hood: So fucking bias…you know, I’m getting real sick and tired of your bigotry

Smith: I’m no bigot!

~Muffles kicks out with AUTHORITY! Those rabbit hind legs are really full of spring! Wentz twirls in the air several times before landing on his back. Kestrel, standing on the outside, spots the in-ring situation. She reaches under the rope, yanking Wentz by the arm. She pulls him half off the apron, grabs him by the neck and drops him with a neck breaker onto the floor!! Wentz rolls around, gripping his neck in pain. Kestrel then rolls into the ring, stalking Muffles~

Smith: Ouch! That could have done some permanent damage

Hood: Good news is it was only his neck

Smith: ONLY his neck?

Hood: Well, I mean, given the names this guy gives his moves…he’s got far more important body parts to worry about

Smith: I guess

~Muffles is on its feet, stumbling around. It spots Kestrel. Muffles throws a big boot into the air, at Kestrel’s head…Kestrel catches the foot (or paw?) of Muffles and drops the bunny to the ground with a dragon screw leg whip! She holds onto the leg and quickly transitions into a Canadian Maple Leaf!! Muffles writhes around in pain, looking for the ropes~

Hood: You have to give it to Muffles

Smith: Oh?

Hood: Look at his face…dude isn’t flinching! He’s got a great pokerface

Smith: HE’S WEARING A GIANT MASK

~Wentz crawls back into the ring and instantly spots what’s going on. He isn’t sure whether or not Muffles can hold out – but isn’t willing to take the risk. He charges in for a penalty kick! Kestrel releases Muffles’ leg and catches Anthony’s! She pops to her feet…Anthony is hopping on one leg. Wentz springs off his one leg and drills Kestrel in the side of the head with an enziguri!! Kestrel goes limp and stumbles. She turns around, giving her back to Wentz. Wentz hooks her by the waist and tosses her across the ring, on top of her head with a Release Dead Lift German Suplex!!! Kestrel hits hard and remains folded up, her knees nearly parallel to her ears. The crowd gets a “Wentz” chant going~

Smith: Wow…great move by Wentz...the last thing you want is for Kestrel to get hold of your leg

Hood: Why’s that…she got a foot fetish?

Smith: NO! She’s a submissionist

Hood: Damn…Sadist or Masochist?

Smith: Well the term would imply sadist but…you know what, we are not talking about this

~Wentz goes back after Kestrel. He bends down, grabbing her by the hair. Before he can do anything, he’s pummeled from behind by Muffles! Wentz stumbles into the ropes. He turns around, stunned. Muffles drives forward with a huge forearm uppercut sending Wentz over the top rope and to the apron. He remains on the apron. He gets to his feet and is drilled with a spinning wheel kick by Muffles!! Wentz flies off the apron and into the barricade near ringside! The crowd gets rowdy for the bunny named Muffles~

Smith: And now Muffles is in control…for the first time this evening

Hood: You don’t have to be in control at the beginning, middle or, shit, for most of the match…just at the end

Smith: Indeed

Hood: Having said that…I bet it really burns you up to see Muffles in control this late into the contest

Smith: It does not!

~Muffles doesn’t waste any time. It goes right after Kestrel. With Kestrel on her feet, Muffles begins a barrage of rabbit punches! Kestrel’s body vibrates as though she’s being hit with a multitude of tiny bullets. Muffles pauses. It turns around and delivers a Rabbit Kick into Kestrel’s midsection!! She stumbles into a corner, holding her abdomen in pain. Muffles marches around the ring to a crowd that is picking up with excitement. Something about Muffles has lit a fire under these crazy fans~

Smith: Muffles is on fire!

Hood: You wish that were true…don’t you?

Smith: Excuse me?

Hood: You’d love to see Muffles catch fire and die a hideously painful death

Smith: Would you stop with this horrible narrative that I hate rabbits

Hood: As a journalist it is my job to tell the truth

~Muffles reaches the opposing corner. It stops marching and runs at Kestrel, squashing her with a huge lariat! Muffles steps back and delivers another lariat and another and another until Kestrel is about to collapse, face first into the mat. Muffles catches her and hoists her over his head, dropping her into the center of the ring with a press slam!! Kestrel is laid out in perfect position for another one of Muffles’ signature moves~

Smith: Uh oh…I think Muffles is about to deliver the Bunnyhop Elbow Drop!

Hood: Okay, now this is getting absurd

Smith: So you’re turning on Muffles?

Hood: Yes but that doesn’t mean I wish death on all rabbits around the world…like someone I know

~Muffles does the bunny hop dance! People in the crowd go wild! Muffles ceases hopping near the head of Kestrel. Muffles leaps into the air, driving an elbow directly into the chest of Kestrel!! Muffles transitions for a pin, Scruff counts~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: She kicked out! Kestrel refuses to go down in her debut match!

Hood: Fuck man, we almost had a BUNNY win his way onto our next big event

Smith: At least it would have been earned

Hood: I guess…seems kinda coincidental that the first beneficiary of a rule laid down by Zybala would be a giant fucking rabbit.

~Muffles returns to his feet. The crowd is strangely behind him. Then again, it’s an OCW crowd – they like their weirdos. Muffles fires up. Kestrel rolls onto all fours, slowly inching her way to a standing position. She’s in the most vulnerable of states. Muffles snares a handful of blonde hair, yanking Kestrel into the center of the ring. He takes wrist control with both his hands on both her wrists~

Smith: Muffles is looking to finish Kestrel! He calls it the IL TAV ID

Hood: The fuck? You got subtitles for that shit?

Smith: It’s a ripcord high knee

Hood: So, a knee to the face?

Smith: Yes

Hood: THEN JUST SAY THAT

~Muffles signals to the crowd. He yanks Kestrel toward him, lifting his knee. Kestrel, though, ducks and dodges the knee! Muffles staggers forward. As he does, we see Wentz springboard off the top rope, flying through the air toward Muffles…on his way down his grabs both bunny ears and drives Muffles face first into the mat with a diving facebuster!! The crowd pops for the move! Wentz hurries back to his feet. He spots Kestrel’s back. He charges her way, spinning Kestrel around. Kestrel throws a wild forearm…Wentz blocks it, grabs the blonde hair of Kestrel and drops her into the mat with a diving facebuster!! The crowd begins a “DIRTY RASCAL” chant. Wentz pops back to his feet, feeding off the crowd’s debauched energy~

Smith: He calls that the Tea Bag! He just took both Muffles and Kestrel out with the Tea Bag! And this tea, my friends, seems to have been extra hot!

Hood: The hell are you talking about? Hot balls?

Smith: What do balls have to do with tea?

Hood: You’re such a fucking nerd

~Wentz looks at both of his fallen competitors. He does a quick bit of math and heads for Kestrel~

Smith: Smart move…she is the lighter of the two

Hood: How do you know? We’ve never seen who is under that bunny suit

Smith: Let’s call it common sense

Hood: Is common sense really applicable when dealing with Muffles the Bunny?

~Wentz has Kestrel on her feet. He boots her in the gut. He hooks her for a suplex. The crowd rises to their feet. He hoists Kestrel in the air, holding her in place for a few seconds. Before he can drop her with a tombstone, he’s met with a giant PAW, FOOT, whatever! In the face! He drops Kestrel who narrowly avoids landing on her head. He stumbles into a corner. Muffles rushes in…he grabs both of Anthony’s arms and yanks him in for IL TAV ID!!! Wentz’s legs go limp. He falls into Muffles who shoves Anthony to the mat~

Smith: Muffles just wiped Wentz out! This one looks to be over

Hood: The fucking bunny is going to The Greatest Show on Earth to take on an even bigger weirdo – Curt Canon!

~Muffles gets on top of Wentz for a pin. Scruff slides in to count~

1!

2!

NO!!

~Kestrel leaps into view, taking the back of Muffles. She quickly locks in an Omoplata!!! Muffles writhes around, in tremendous pain! He crawls off of Wentz and scurries for the ropes. Kestrel does everything she can to prevent Muffles from reaching the ropes but his size and momentum is too much. He grasps the bottom rope. Scruff orders a break~

Smith: Kestrel had Broken Wings locked in! Unfortunately, Muffles was too big and too aware to succumb to the maneuver

Hood: Well, I mean, he is a rabbit. Those hind legs are pretty fucking powerful

Smith: He isn’t literally a rabbit, Hood

Hood: Ah, true. He’s a bunny, I keep forgetting

~Muffles slides out of the ring. He drops to his knee, holding his arm in pain. Kestrel turns around and finds Wentz who is on his side, dazed. She crawls over very quickly and locks Wentz in Broken Wings!! Wentz struggles, trying to reach the ropes but the combination of his smaller size and wooziness from Muffles’ knee prevent him from gaining any momentum. The crowd is on their feet, hot for the submission and near ending. Muffles, on the outside, picks up on the crowd’s angst riddled cadence~

Smith: Kestrel is a few moments away from picking up the win!

Hood: Yea, Wentz is fucked. He needs Peter Rabbit to hop in there and save his dirty ass

Smith: He’d better hurry

~Muffles turns, looking inside the ring from just over the apron. He sees Wentz panicking. Kestrel yanks back on his arm. It’s about to break, pop, dislocate…you name it, it looks disgustingly abnormal. Muffles turns to slide in. Scruff checks the arm and the situation. He immediately calls for the bell! Muffles is too late. He rests on his knees, a few feet from Kestrel, shaking his bunny head~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…here is your winner via ref stoppage…KESTREL!!!!!

Smith: People may debate what happened here tonight but you have to hand it to Scruff, he did the right thing

Hood: Ref stoppage? The fuck is this shit?

Smith: She was about to destroy Anthony’s arm and shoulder

Hood: So? That’s the name of the game...this isn’t tiddlywinks

Smith: Have you ever played tiddlywinks?

Hood: No, to be honest I have no fucking clue what tiddlywinks are...other than the fact it sounds like the lamest game ever

~Muffles, frustrated, grabs Kestrel and drops her with IL TAV ID before exiting the ring, grabbing his orange bat and heading toward the back. OCW medical reach the ring and check on Wentz’s arm and the condition of Kestrel~

Smith: Well, that was rude

Hood: Maybe not…maybe in bunny culture that’s like shaking someone’s hand

Smith: He’s not an actual bunny

Hood: And you’re not an actual commentator…but it doesn’t keep you from pretending

Smith: RUDE! I will not be emotionally tackled by your heinous, unprovoked attacks. Instead, I will remain professional and thrust forward

Hood: THRUST forward…geezus

Smith: Kestrel with as impressive a win in a debut as we’ve seen in quite sometime. And for her efforts she will get to compete against OCW Hall of Famer, Curt Canon for a shot at the Craze title. But…credit must be given to both Muffles and Anthony Wentz…they looked great

Hood: Yea man…Muffles for shocker of the night. That guy can fucking go

Smith: As can Wentz…if they stick around I think both will have very, very bright futures in OCW. Now, let's head backstage where I'm told Who'Re is standing by!

~The camera cuts to the parking lot where WHO’re is standing in a large empty roped off space.~

WHO’re: “Are we rolling? Alright okay. I’m out here where OCW has roped off a place for Ed Houston to land his plane ever since he almost caused an accident last year, he should be landing any minute. It truly is a site to behold.”

~A full minute passes before a car pulls up to the large spot, parking in one of the many spots reserved for the plane. WHO’re runs up to the spot. “You have to move!” After a minute, Ed Houston gets out of the car~

WHO’re: “Ed what the heck, where’s your plane.”

Houston: “WHO’re I wish I could afford flying, but it’s like $300 an hour to rent one of those bad boys and I really can’t afford that.”

WHO’re: “Ohhh. I’m sorry Ed. But they sent me out here to see what you thought about what Josie had to say about you last week.

Houston: “Josie who? Josie and the pussycats?”

WHO’re: “No of course not, Josie Barnes.”

Houston: “Oh sorry. Yeah I heard what Josie had to say, if you really want to hear my thoughts check out my vlog on the OCW website, I need that ad revenue people. Here’s what you get for free, she gets one win with the literal best wrestler in the company and all of the sudden she thinks that she is somebody. It’s like when NASA sent a dog to space. Yeah it was an accomplishment but the dog didn’t exactly do a whole lot of the work. She didn’t get the point of why I don’t respect her though. It’s not just over an award. I gave my heart and soul to this company and was almost left signing autographs for $5 a pop for the rest of my life I barely even got a spot when OCW reopened despite being a rising talent and she was just handed a spot. I shouldn’t be too hard on her though, maybe by the time she’s been wrestling for two years she’ll be able to understand a message.”

WHO’re: “And what do you think about the rumors that you’ll be facing her to determine the first ever Craze Champion?”

Houston: “I hope it happens. Not only will I get to personally witness another Josie Barnes failure, I’ll get my very own Neil Armstrong moment. The ability to be the first to explore a new territory, to leave my mark, meanwhile Josie will have to be content in being the bitch that gets carried by everyone around her into space.”

~WHO’re gives a surprised nod and the camera cuts away as Houston makes his way into the OCW arena~

Smith: Tensions are rising between Josie and Ed. What started off as a simple remark is quickly boiling into a heated rivalry.

Hood: Yea, I think they should face each other.

Smith: That match has already been booked, Hood

Hood: Oh, really? Man our GM is on top of things!

Smith: Actually, it was booked by Commish Zybala

Hood: THAT guy? Ugh, fine…still a good call.

Smith: Indeed…they will face each other at The Greatest Show on Earth for the vacant Craze Championship! Anyway, folks…I’m being told we have some footage from a few days ago to show you all. Let’s see what went down earlier this week!

**The following scene took place on Saturday, May 19th 2018 in Los Angeles, California and approximately 12 pm**

~The camera man opens the door and steps inside the clothing store owned by Julliet Brooks. It was very spacious and all the employees were hard at work either helping customers, or stocking items on the shelves. There were three female employees, a redhead, and two brunettes all of which were petite and very attractive. The only one missing from the picture was Julliet Brooks~

~The camera looked around more and eventually, Julliet would barge out of the door of her office. She looked at her watch. It was time for her lunch break, so she went up to her employees and made sure they could handle the store while she was gone. They nodded and out the door she went. The store was now silent with no customers in sight.~

~The workers all get back at it while the boss is out. Brooks gets down the street when a masked man suddenly bursts through the doors of the store. He catches all three of the employees off guard completely.~

~The man wears a rubber Donald Trump mask to hide his identity. One of the women grabs hold of a broom then holds it upright as if ready to swing it at the unknown intruder~

~The man takes the broom from her and snaps it in two pieces~

Masked Man: Unless you three bitches want to turn this kidnapping into a rape slash murder, I’d get into that broom closet right now!

~The women’s eyes all widen at the words. They begin to weep and shuffle into the closet while the masked man uses a chair to prop up against the handle to keep it shut tight so the three women cannot escape~

~The masked individual then ducks behind the counter to kill all of the security cameras before hiding himself~

~Julliet comes back from lunch and opens the doors. She slowly takes some steps, looks around and notices not only the silence in the store, but also the girls were nowhere to be found. She continues to take more steps forward while looking around~

Julliet Brooks: Hello? Anyone here?

~She heads to the bathroom and searches, but it was empty. She thought maybe they were playing a joke on her, so she chuckled~

Julliet Brooks: Come on guys.. this isn't funny. I really need you out here to help me put up some signs.

~Suddenly the masked man pops up from behind the counter to shock Brooks.~

Masked Man: Boo.

~The masked man then leaps over the counter to end up facing Julliet Brooks~

~She places a hand to her chest and is startled by what she is seeing~

Julliet Brooks: Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?

~She turns around to make sure there was no one standing behind her~

~The masked man suddenly kicks her cash register right off the counter. It hits the floor with a hang leading the drawer to fly open. Money goes in every direction but the masked man pays it little mind. He gets up in Brooks face, who doesn’t back down one bit. The masked individual then removes his mask to reveal his identity. It’s Tommy Crimson!~

Crimson: Surprise, Bitch! It’s me.

Julliet Brooks: Mother fucker. I swear if you don't get out of my store I'm calling the police. No, before I do that I want to know where my girls are at. I swear, Tommy if you hurt them in any way I'll make your life a living hell.

~She pointed a finger in his face and mouths off some words towards him~

Julliet Brooks: I want to know where you put them. Now, or else…

Tommy Crimson: I murdered all three. I need a new jacket and those girls were tout and flexible enough for the job… Ya know? How many people do you know that will have a jacket made out of three hot whores like that, Julliet? Only one.

~Crimson dodges a shot thrown by Brooks then stumbles into some of the store’s merchandise. He catches his balance then grins slyly back at Julliet from a few feet away~

Julliet Brooks: You're a sick son of a bitch. You can play your little mind games, but I will find them and make you pay for what you did.

~She suddenly hears voices happening in the closet. Immediately she runs over there and opens the door. They were holding each other obviously still scared. Julliet pulls them in for a hug and reassures them that they will be fine, holding them closely while giving him the evil eye~

Julliet Brooks: If it was me you were looking for, why did you go after them?

Crimson: I am here for you now. Are you ready for me, hott stuff?

~Brooks appears confused by the madman before her. Tommy suddenly takes off at Julliet full speed then lowers his body aiming for a spear. The three women around Julliet scatter and she shuffles her feet! She gets out of the way and manages to push Crimson on past her and through her solid glass front door. Tommy explodes through the thick glass and ends up out on the sidewalk. He rolls around causing the broken glass to crunch below his body weight.~

~Julliet looks at the carnage while her employees are totally impressed by the display. Crimson leaps up and screams out at Brooks before limping away to make his escape~

Tommy Crimson: You will pay for this Monday Night, Cunt! Mark my fuckin’ words!

~Crimson then makes his way down the sidewalk leaving a small blood trail from the brutal crash through the solid glass door. We cut back to the live feed~

Smith: Good heavens! That was hard to watch

Hood: Yea, Crimson forgot to kill the camera with, like, the most intimate view of the situation

Smith: Why do you focus on things like that? The man just broke into Julliet’s store…harassed her employees and tried to ASSAULT the lovely Miss Brooks

Hood: Well excuuuuse me…and how do you know that’s what happened, huh? I mean the sound on that wasn’t crystal clear. The guy may have been in there looking for a refund. Those girls told him to fuck off and he lost his shit. It happens.

Smith: That is NOT what happened

Hood: I wouldn’t put it past Julliet to be some kind of scam artist. Who’s to say…maybe all those clothes she sells are STOLEN. Quite the racket she’s running, when you stop and think about it

Smith: Fans, don’t listen to Hood. He’s obviously still a little confused after his encounter with five year old mustard one week ago.

Hood: DON’T REMIND ME

Smith: We have our fair share of feuds going on right now but none are as personal and violent as this Brooks, Crimson situation. I’m truly frightened over where this is leading.

Hood: Death match…I’m telling you…it’s going to be a fucking death match.

Smith: I certainly hope that isn’t the case. Coming up in a few moments, folks, is the highly anticipated encounter between Brooks and Barnes

Hood: Encounter? You make it sound like they're about to get it on, in high definition

Smith: Fine…a highly anticipated match up between one of the most popular female wrestlers of all time, Julliet Brooks and one of the fastest rising stars in OCW…The Purple VIP, Josie Barnes. But, first, let’s head backstage for a word from The Purple VIP herself.

~The scene opens up in the hallway at the arena. Josie Barnes is seen walking down it, as she is looking for someone or something. One would imagine she was looking for Uber Man, She was still annoyed with him after the things said. She was bound to break his nose, as she was that annoyed. She knew she had a match coming up, but she could handle it. She was tough even if small. She has proven few times she can handle a lot. She though had also caught some of what Ed Houston had said. She growls as she thinks about it~

Josie: Busy, busy, busy, that is what I am. Nothing new there, I always have stuff going on. Right now I have my match against Juliet, yeah honestly, I'll be ready. I have this thing with Uber Man, wanting to make him bleed, make him hurt. I can't stand him. Awful funny that scandal comes out after I refuse to have him arrange rides for me like I need it. I'm not stupid, no matter what he may think. He just better hope I don't find him.

~She again lets out a small growl, as she is looking into rooms she could~

Josie: As for Ed, honestly dude, are you a baby or something? Whining, and upset because I was signed back to OCW before he was. He acts like he is the only one to give his heart and soul to OCW. He needs to get out of here with that selfish ass bullshit. There are tons others who did a lot more than just win an award who didn't resign back. I heard they were coming back, I contacted them, was told to come back. I put my heart, soul, and blood into OCW before it took its hiatus. I put in a lot more heart, soul, and blood than he did. Ed where were you during the Margarita Cup? I don't remember you even taking part in that. You shouldn't have even won the award, to be honest. They only gave you it to humble your ass. I can think of a lot more who have done more than you did in the time you were here. I earned the respect of people, I showed what I could do in my first year. I also you know handled my money a lot better than Ed did it seems.

~Josie couldn't help but laugh lightly~

Josie: Really Ed you been wrestling for how long, and acting like you couldn't take few months off, that you were short on money. If you were really that short on money, I am sure there were tons of things you could have done, hell even spent your money more wisely. It's your own fault. Hell, you want to go there how you had to sign autographs for five dollars, but just barely got signed back here. Really are you that damn jealous? Not my fault you didn't contact them sooner, or them contact you sooner. You want to be rude towards me for that, just shows how sad, and pathetic you are. Honestly, sounds almost like my ex-adopted brother with how you are acting.

~She thinks about something, as she slams another door open, looking into the room~

Josie: Also may I say, damn is Ed and Who're fucking idiots. I didn't know Zybala making it official last week Me vs Ed for the Craze title in a Bloody T.L.C. match was still it being a rumor. Really pretty sure that makes it official and happening. Yet he thinks I have failures. He should look at himself and realize his failures. Pretty sure he didn't win the Oh Shit contract before, pretty sure he failed for that as well since Lukas won it. For having more experience, I sure did get a lot more chances and everything then he did. I also earned them, while he earned jack shit. You know what like I said before, I have a ton more of years to get awards, and titles, and more experience, while all he has is his broken down life. Maybe he should stick to his pathetic astronaut puns, and go back to NASA.

~She heads down the hallway some more~

Josie: Now excuse me, I have a pathetic Uber Man to find, and hurt, and my match later.

~The cameras cut away from her as she keeps looking for Uber Man~

Smith: I wish someone would grab Josie and advise her to stay focused on one target. She’s so spread out right now. There’s no way she could possibly be at her best tonight or at The Greatest Show on Earth with all these enemies.

Hood: Yea for such a cute little bitch she sure is, well, ya know, a bitch

Smith: HEY! I think she’s sweet. She’s simply trying to protect her position here in OCW. This isn’t the easiest place for a woman, you know

Hood: No, I don’t know. This place spread it’s fucking legs like a cheap whore for Alice Knight. She was a woman, wasn’t she?

Smith: A hundred percent!

Hood: Just making sure because she could have been an alien. That would explain a lot

Smith: Always besmirching her good name. Anyway…I’m not sure if Josie will locate the Uber Man or not…but I do know her match with Brooks is coming up momentarily. However, let's head backstage real quick as I'm told something is about to take place!

~We follow GM Marcus Welsh as he struts down the hallway. He stops to check his watch before entering a door that reads ‘The Boss’. He reaches for the door knob to realize the door is slightly ajar. His eyes dart back and forth up and down the hallway. He pulls his cellphone from his suit jacket pocket. Should he dial Detective Jack Puffer? Is this a case for him to solve? Welsh shrugs it off, takes a deep breath and slowly opens his office door. He scans the office. Nothing seems out of shape. Just as he steps foot into his office, his desk chair spins around. The look on Welsh’s face is a mixture of puzzling annoyance.~

Smith: Can you believe it? How did he get into Mr. Welsh’s office?!

Hood: Mr. Welsh? You are such a suck ass! Look around you! I could get into that door with my atm card! This isn’t a fortress after all, genius!

Smith: Oh? You got experience breaking into places with your debit card?

Hood: I’ve been in some sticky situations before, what of it?

~The camera zooms into the figure sitting in Welsh’s chair. Blonde hair and a sweet ass pair of red tinted Oakley sunglasses. It’s none other than CHAD VARGAS!~

Vargas: Well well! Good to see you, Welsh.

~Welsh glances at his watch, and then back up to Vargas – whom is clearly irritated that he’s in his office. Marcus Welsh’s office is a safe-zone. Not many people are allowed entry without an appointment, and even with an appointment, not many people are allowed in. You get the drift.~

Welsh: Good evening, Chad… To what do I owe this pleasure? Before you respond, know this – you have exactly 3 minutes to say what you need to say and get the hell out of my office!

Vargas: Is that any way to treat one of your top guys?

Welsh: Top in your eyes, Chad. OCW is stacked with many upper level players. This is not Chad Vargas Wrestling.

~Vargas laughs as he pushes the desk chair back and props up his legs on Welsh’s desk. Welsh’s eyes widen with anger as he looks down at dirty cowboy boots on his coco bolo desk.~

Vargas: You know what they say about opinions there Welsh.

Welsh: Let’s get on with it, Chad. I’ve got things to do. What are you doing here anyway? Usually you have that pompous ass Treat Cassidy contact me, and I usually shoot him down with whatever crap he’s trying to pull. One of the reasons why I haven’t lost my temper and called security is because I am actually excited to finally shoot whatever you’re thinking down in person.

~Vargas laughs again, rolling his eyes. He removes his feet from the top of Welsh’s desk and stands up.~

Vargas: You’re smooth, I’ll give you that. I’m so thankful that you denied Cassidy’s petition to strip Bishop of his title too. I ain’t here to ask anything. I’m here to tell you something.

Welsh: By all means.

Vargas: That bullshit Margarita Mix of yours, that wonderful creation that had me putting my body on the line night in and night out for you, well – that trophy and the title of Margarita Mix champion – that shit is MINE. If I have to beat Bob Grenier AGAIN to get what’s rightfully mine, then so be it. But, in order to do that – I need the motherfucker to sign a contract for the match. All of a sudden he is retired and doesn’t want to meet up with me. YOU as the proprietor of this esteemed wrestling juggernaut are gonna be the one to get his ass to agree to it. I don’t care what you gotta do. Cut his retirement checks, threaten to pull him out of the Hall of Fame, put an asterisk on all of his achievements. I don’t know and I don’t CARE! Just do it! If you don’t feed me Bob Grenier on a silver fucking platter than I am out of here. It’s that simple.

~Welsh glances at his watch again, letting out a sigh and a chuckle.~

Welsh: I don’t do ultimatums, Chad. You heard Bob last week. He is not interested. So until he is, no margarita mix trophy, no nothing.

~Vargas lets out a deep breath as he walks past Welsh toward the door. Welsh moves over closer to his desk, the two lock eyes for a moment.~

Vargas: You heard what I said, Welsh. Do something about this. You know he and I facing off again benefits you and the OCW as much as it does me. Make it happen.

~Welsh nods as he wipes debris off his desk from Vargas’ boots. He takes a seat at his chair and begins thumbing through paperwork, paying Vargas no mind.~

Vargas: Oh and Welsh, you’re really going to let a retired wrestler get married on one of your shows? Really trying to appeal to the hipster millennial demographic huh?

Welsh: Don’t worry about what is going on during my shows unless it involves you, Chad.

~Vargas scoffs, laughing and shaking his head at the total arrogance that is Marcus Welsh.~

Vargas: There ain’t gonna be shit involving me unless you get Bob in line. By the way… Dean would never allow some dumbass wedding on his TV. Especially with some trailer park stoner and some Canadian slam pig.

~Vargas grabs the door knob, about to leave, when Welsh looks up from his paperwork.~

Welsh: Chad…

~Vargas turns to look back at Welsh~

Welsh: I’m not Dean. Consider Dean dead. It’s 2018. Get with the program.

~Vargas shakes his head.~

Welsh: Next time you want to chat, make an appointment. Or else, three doors down on your left, go talk to Commissioner Zybala.

~Vargas smirks as he looks back at Welsh.~

Vargas: FUCK Zybala and FUCK you!

~Vargas slams Welsh’s door behind him as he walks down the hallway heading for the nearest exit. Welsh lets out a deep breath, muttering under his breath. He runs his hands through his hair as he glances down at the paperwork before him.~

Smith: I cannot believe the audacity of Chad Vargas!

Hood: Haven’t you ever wanted to tell your boss to pound sand?

Smith: I’ve been lucky enough to have amazing upper management my entire career.

Hood: God you are such a pussy!

Smith: Not everyone is as ‘hood’ as you!

Hood: Touche.

Smith: But, regardless of the way he went about it – Vargas has a tough road ahead of him. He wants Bob Grenier and Grenier is simply uninterested. It’ll be interesting to see if Mr. Welsh does indeed step in to make this happen.

Hood: It sure as hell would be an incredible match! Chad and Bob are two gladiators that mesh well with one another inside the ring! I think it would end up being a “down home Southern-Canadian country fried ass whoopin!”

Smith: Indeed it would be a slobberglobber!

Hood: What?

Smith: Heck yes!

Hood: To quote Bob Grenier, you are such a choad!

Smith: Uh huh. Coming from you that doesn’t have much weight, my friend. Well ladies and gentleman, interesting encounter with the boss and The Confederate Icon. Will Chad Vargas hold his word and boycott OCW until Bob Grenier signs on the dotted line? Time will tell! In the meantime we've got a match set to take place...let's head down to ringside!

Singles Match
Josie Barnes (9.5 pts) vs. Julliet Brooks (2.3 pts)

Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first....

~Down" by Otep hits and out walks Julliet Brooks onto the stage to a chorus of cheers from the audience, simply smiling from ear to ear, and continuing to walk down the ramp. Once there she claps some fans hands at ringside then runs and slides underneath the ropes, soaking up the positive reaction~

Belvedere: From Albuquerque, New Mexico…standing 5’4 and weighing in at 108lbs…she is The Pride of New Mexico…she is…Julliet Brooks!!!!

~The fans cheer as the music dies down. Brookes leans against the ropes and looks toward the entrance way, showing nothing but focus on her face~

Belvedere: And her opponent...

~“The Fighter” by In This Moment hits! The heated crowd turns around and goes wild for one of OCW’s bright, upcoming stars of 2017, Josie Barnes! The entire crowd is hued in purple due to lighting. A “PURPLE VIP” chant breaks out! Josie smiles and coquettishly makes her way down the ramp, toward the ring. She slides in, under the bottom rope, and gets to her feet and rotates both shoulders, limbering up for the match~

Belvedere: From Lily, Georgia…standing 5’2 and weighing in at 118lbs…she is the Purple VIP…she is…Josie Barnes!!!

~A “JOSIE” chant now breaks out. Barnes smiles and acknowledges the chant, throwing both arms into the air. The music dies down and both ladies stare at each other~

Smith: The match has a big fight feel to it. Josie has been putting up with some serious allegations this week about D.U.I.'s and has some pent up aggression to get out. And you know Julliet is looking for a win against one of the contenders for the Craze Title so she can be put in contention and move up the ranks.

Hood: Plus they were both in that tag match a few weeks ago. There still might be sore feelings over that as well.

Smith: Wow, that was actually insightful.

Hood: I figured I would try something different.

Smith: It's a refreshing change.

~Both Smith and Hood notice movement to their left. The Uber Man, decked out in his full green and purple super hero uniform, climbs over the barricade and sneaks over to the table. He carries a bird cage with several live owls. He sits next to Hood and puts on a headset.~

Smith: Well, looks like we have a surprise guest commentator for this match up.

Hood: The valet guy, right?

Uber Man: They call me the Uber Man, guardian of Key West.

Smith: What's your real name?

Uber Man: A hero never reveals his true identity. Too much at risk.

Hood: Interesting. Wait a minute…are those OWLS?!

Uber Man: You will see soon enough.

~Scruff calls for the bell and the match begins. The two ladies walk towards each other and Brookes has her hand extended. Barnes looks at the hand and considers her options for a bit before slapping the hand away and yelling at Brooks. Brooks shakes her head in disappointment. The crowd murmurs loudly over her act~

Smith: Josie is still sore over some of Julliet’s words.

Uber Man: Yes, a very dishonorable display here.

Smith: Surprised?

Uber Man: Not really. Josie has threatened and slandered me. Honor does not seem to be her forte... Must be because I declined her romantic advances.

Hood: Um... What?

~After the sign of disrespect, the two competitors circle each other, looking for an opening. They lock up and Brookes quickly gets the advantage and grabs Barnes in a side headlock. Josie pushes Juliet back into the ropes, breaking the hold and flings her to the other side. Juliet bounces off the ropes and comes charging at Josie, and knocks her down with a shoulder tackle. Brookes hits the ropes again but Josie is quick to her feet and meets a returning Brookes with a hip toss attempt. Brookes counters by flipping all the way over and lands on her feet. She grabs Josie from behind and tries a back suplex, but Josie does a counter of her own by landing on her feet behind Juliet and grabs her around the waist and goes for a german suplex. As Josie lifts up Juliet and brings her back, Brookes manages to escape the maneuver by flipping backwards to her feet as Barnes lands on her back. Brookes goes for a quick cover but Barnes kicks out before Scruff can even get in position~

~Both ladies are quick to their feet and square off again. Barnes goes for a lock up, but Brookes side steps and ducks around her opponent. She gets Barnes in a Full Nelson and lifts her up, looking a Full Nelson Slam, but Barnes breaks free and rolls forward bringing Brookes rolling forward with her in a pinning maneuver. Scruff can't even move before Brookes kicks out and both ladies roll to theirs backs and simultaneously kip-up to their feet as the fans go wild as this fast paced back and forth with a "This Is Awesome" chant~

Smith: Right out of the gate, both women are firing on all cylinders!

Hoods: Did you expect them to go easy on each other? With Zybala watching every match, everyone wants to show off their skills.

Smith: Did you just mention Zybala in a sentence without an insult?

Hood: What can I say? The Craze title is a good idea. I guess a retarded squirrel finds a nut once in their life.

Smith: And there's the Hood we all know.

Hood: Pleasure to be here.

Uber Man: What is this talk of squirrels? Does our commissioner have an alter ego I should know about?

Hood: No... No, I'm just saying that-

Smith: Nothing. Let it go.

~Back to the action. Brookes goes for another lock-up and is met to a boot in the midsection courtesy of Josie. Brookes doubles over and Josie lands a few clubbing forearms to the back of her opponent, dropping her to the mat. Josie continues her assault by stomping away at Juliet. With Brookes laying prone, Barnes goes to the ropes and comes running back towards Brookes and leaps in the air, bring her leg across the back of the neck and head of Brookes~

Smith: Shades of a wrestling legend right there.

Hood: A legend who likes to sue people so we won't mention names.

Uber Man: Like Hulk Ho..

Smith/Hood: SHUT UP!

~Uber Man cowers a bit as we go back to the action. Barnes is up and bouncing off the ropes again. She comes at Brookes with another leg drop but Juliette manages to roll away in the nick of time. Barnes hits the mat hard and yelps in pain. Brookes quickly gets up and bounces off the ropes herself and hits Barnes in the chest with a basement dropkick~

Hood: Brooks not caring if she burst one of Barnes implants with that dropkick. How uncaring could one be? That's very dangerous and life threatening if it ruptures.

Smith: I believe she's all natural.

Hood: I honestly don't care. Tits are tits, unless they're man tits. Then I don't wanna see them.

Uber Man: What are tits?

Hood: Geezus, kid... Well, you see the big fun bags that are on the chest of the women??

Smith: You are not explaining that on live t.v.!

Uber Man: But I am very interested to learn!

Hood: All men are kid.

~Brookes goes for another pin on Barnes. Scruff is quick to get in position but Barnes kicks out at one. Juliette grabs Josie by the head and drags her to her feet. She pushes Barnes into the turnbuckle and hits her with a hard chop to the chest and everyone "Woos." Another chop and another "Woo" as is the protocol for fans. Brookes hits a third, hard chop then grabs Barnes by the arm and whips her into the opposite corner. Barnes crashes into the turnbuckles hard and Brookes quickly charges at her. With a giant leap, Brookes sails in the air, only to crash hard into the top turnbuckle with Josie, who just barely got out of the way, leaning against the ropes to catch her breath. That's when she notices that The Uber Man is at the announce table. She does not look pleased~

Smith: I don't think Josie is happy to see our guest here tonight.

Uber Man: Rejection makes the heart lust with anger. She's simply upset that I've moved on.

Hood: What fantasy world do you live in??

Uber Man: My aunt asks me that too... I'm not sure what you mean.

~Barnes, now angered, turns her attention back to Brookes. She smashes a forearm into her opponents head, then another, then another. Then she starts to lay kick after kick into Brookes' stomach. Scruff starts a five count as a warning but Barnes lays off her attack by the count of four. Barnes grabs Brookes by the arm and throws her into the ropes. She then bounces off the opposite side and runs back at the returning Brookes and nails her in the face with a hard running superkick! Brookes drops like a ton of bricks and Barnes pounces on her. She grabs Juliette's arm and wraps it between her legs. Josie then grabs Brookes' head with both hands and pulls back hard!~

Hood: Waitaminute! Is that??

Smith: It's Murder.Death.Kill! Tommy Crimson's finishing submission!

Hood: That's one way to send a message to Brookes. Using the move of a man who she's never beat, but Josie has.

Uber Man: Theft and dishonor. Signs of a villain. I see right through her...

Smith: ...okay.

Hood:... I think I see what the kid is getting at. Josie HAS been acting very Crimsony lately. Maybe she is going down a path of villainy.

~Brookes is screaming in pain as she desperately tries to claw her way to the ropes to hopefully break the hold. She drags Barnes slowly and gets close enough to just barely reach. Juliette stretches out her free arm and her finger tips just graze the bottom rope! Josie let’s go of the hold but retains control of Brooks’ arm. She starts to drag her back into the center of the ring…but as she does, she gets another look at The Uber Man. He’s sitting there, just staring at her. She shakes her head, pissed off that he’s at ringside. She yells something at him. While doing so, Brooks reaches up and wraps Josie with a Small Package!! Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings! Josie kicks out right after three! She gets to her knees, grasping at her hair in frustration, surprise and anger. Brooks rolls out of the ring, tending to her severely damaged arm.~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…The Pride of New Mexico….JULLIET BROOKS!!!!!

Smith: Brooks steals one from a distracted Josie Barnes!

Hood: So she IS a thief

Smith: That’s not what I meant.

Hood: You said STEAL

Smith: Whatever…poor Josie. I really hope she can harness her energy before her Craze title shot. Otherwise, she could be in for a long night at The Greatest Show on Earth.

Hood: Never mind that Smith. She's looking in this direction. I think she wants to cause some violence to our guest.

Uber Man: I will not engage her now. I came here for one thing: A tribute to my love...

~Barnes marches toward the side of the ring nearest the announce table. The fans cheer for Barnes. Uber Man rips off his headset and opens the cage with the owls. The owls fly out of the cage and begin flying around the arena~

Uber Man: HASHTAG OWL IS NIGHT!!!

~The crowd erupts in cheers. Josie slides out of the ring and charges the announcer table. Uber Man turns, hops the barricade, and runs through the audience with Josie hot on his heels. With the ring clear, Brooks rolls back in, clutching at her arm. Scruff bends down to check on her condition~

Smith: It’s a mad house down here!

Hood: We’ve got OWLS…an angry Purple VIP and an Uber Man on the loose!

Smith: Not to mention an injured Julliet Brooks…I hope she’s okay

~Women in the crowd shriek with terror. A few men yell “LOOK OUT” at the ring. We see the image of TOMMY CRIMSON leap over the barricade and slide into the ring. He shoves Scruff aside and stands over an injured Brooks. Julliet is staring at the mat, holding her arm, unaware of what’s taken place! Crimson is carrying a chain with him and starts to hit Brookes with it. Julliet tries to cover up the best she can to protect herself, but Tommy doesn't let up. He keeps raining down blow after blow as the fans boo. Juliette is trying desperately to crawl out of the ring and towards safety, but Tommy grabs her and wraps his chain around her neck and starts choking her. Brookes face starts to turn blue from lack of oxygen. Barnes turns and spots what’s going on. She sees Brooks darkening face. Brooks looks out to her…her eyes pleading for help. Barnes shakes her head and marches away from the ring, up the ramp, leaving Brooks alone to deal with the menacing Fury~

Smith: No! Josie! Help her…she needs help!

Hood: Damn, Purple VIP showing some teeth. I like it!

Smith: What is going on in that young woman’s head…c’mon, you’re better than this

Hood: Eh, is she, Smith, really?

Smith: I always thought so…

~Crimson can’t help but to laugh at Barnes abandoning Brooks. Tommy takes his chain and twists it a couple times around her neck then pulls her across the ring with it! Crimson rolls underneath the bottom rope then uses the chain to pull Brooks out of the ring by her throat! She falls off the apron and hits the unforgiving outside floor in a thud. The fans boo while Tommy drags her up the ramp by the chain. Small children in the crowd weep openly.~

Crowd: Too-Far! Too-Far!

Hood: I don’t think he can hear you now.

~Crimson pulls and drags Julliet with the chain over to the tall Massacre logo on the left side of the steel stage. He then releases the chain and peers up at the corner of the large sign. A pulley is hooked to the corner of the large show logo with another chain. Tommy quickly connects the two chains with two steel latches from his jacket pocket. He then takes hold of the other chain and begins to pull at it which leads Julliet to begin to raise up into the air! The Fury continues to pull at the other chain until it hoists up Brooks high into the air toward the top of the large Massacre sign. She kicks out as he gets her nearly ten feet up in the air, essentially hanging her in front of all these people. Brooks thrashes at the chain wrapped around her throat desperately attempting to breath.~

Smith: This crowd is terrified as am I.

Hood: Don’t be a pussy. He promised her this would happen.

Smith: I heard no such promise of a public hanging!

~Suddenly three members of the security team approach Crimson on the stage alongside four Florida State Troopers. Commissioner Zybala then appears from behind the curtain and quickly approaches The Fury. Brooks kicks her feet out while Crimson tries to kill her in front of his new boss.~

Zybala: Drop her now!

~Crimson turns to face Zybala with a sadistic grin across his face. He then shrugs and replies…~

Crimson: Okay.

~Tommy then lets go of the chain leading Brooks to fall from ten feet in a dead drop. She ends up in a pile alongside the large logo. OCW Medical staff scurry over to her while Zybala looks at the state troopers.~

Zybala: Arrest him.

~The security guards take Tommy’s taser then all hold him. He tries to escape but is thrown to the ground by all of the men suddenly. They pounce on top of him suddenly and one of the troopers quickly handcuffs Crimson’s hands behind his back. When they lift him up his nose is bleeding from behind smashed against the solid steel stage by all the officers. He grins with blood running into his mouth as the police and OCW security detail leads him away.~

Hood: The Fury is going to jail! For what!?!

Smith: Attempted murder, if I had to guess.

Hood: Pussies.

~EMTs rush to the aid of Julliet with a stretcher and carefully load Brooks onto it. With a very concerned, upset Zybala leading the way, they stretcher Julliet to the back and onward into a LOCAL MEDICAL FACILITY. The announce team is silenced by what they’ve seen or, well, Smith is. Hood is probably eating an Almond Joy. Regardless, we cut away to a commercial for The Greatest Show on Earth~

~The scene opens to a local hotspot in downtown Miami, ‘Hammerhead Alley’ known for their $1.50 rum and cokes and $2.00 long island ice teas. Treat Cassidy sits at the bar working on a fruity drink with an umbrella in it, exchanging pleasantries with the bartender, who is probably a 7 out of a 10, but hey, she’s got a decent rack.~

Cassidy: May I order another one of these, please, ma’am?

~The girl smiles, and begins making his drink right away. Just then Cassidy is jarred nearly out of his seat. He looks to his right to see none other than his longtime client Chad Vargas sitting next to him.~

Cassidy: Gee whiz. Do you need to be like that? I can’t believe you’re on time for once.

~Vargas rolls his eyes, paying him no mind, instead looks at the bar wench with decent titties.~

Vargas: Hey lady, get me a Budweiser long neck – no glass. Thanks.

~The girl is taken back by Vargas’ attitude, but nods.~

Vargas: So what gives? I’ve got a flight back to Tennessee to catch. I can’t stay in this shithole any longer than I have to.

Cassidy: Tennessee isn’t much better.

Vargas: Fuck off. There’s too much dark colors down here.

~Cassidy shakes his head in despair, as the bar wench delivers the two drinks to her patrons. Cassidy thanks her graciously as Vargas simply nods.~

Cassidy: Well I suppose I’ll keep it brief. As you know, Welsh denied the petition to strip The Incredible One of the OCW championship.

~Vargas shrugs~

Vargas: I figured. That doesn’t bother me as much as it does you anyway. He will end up losing to Meyhu and I’ll take it from Meyhu. In order to get to the title though, I need clear sailing. Right now, the road is bumpy. Apparently I can’t do shit unless I beat Bob and that fuckin’ idiot don’t want to dance. Are you working on it?

~Cassidy for perhaps the first time in his life delivers a helpless look, with a shrug and a sip of his drink.~

Cassidy: It isn’t looking good. It appears he is going ahead with his retirement. You may have to start thinking outside of the box to get him to accept.

~Vargas smiles as he takes a haul off his beer.~

Vargas: Done. It’s settled.

~Vargas sucks down the rest of his beer and stands up, reaching for his billfold he pulls out a 20$ and tosses it on the counter.~

Vargas: If that’s all, I’ll see you next week.

~Cassidy grabs Vargas by the shoulder. Vargas looks down at him.~

Cassidy: No, wait. One more thing.

~Vargas sighs, leaning against the bar stool.~

Vargas: What?

Cassidy: Did you have to do that to Mack? Don’t you feel like you may have crossed the line?

~Vargas takes a deep breath. A look of somewhat regret comes across his face. He leans in closer.~

Vargas: Mack was collateral damage. I’m sure one day down the road we will sit down and have a few cold ones and laugh about it. I like Mack, I really do. But, the people of OCW and the fans of professional wrestling need to know I ain’t fucking around this go-around. I’m tired of hearing about TIO, Meyhu, and that god awful Josie Barnes. It’s all you hear about when you tune into an OCW sanctioned show, and I’m sick and tired of it. Putting out a guy of Mack’s caliber, a guy that is 1000 times better than any of those asshats I just mentioned, ain’t nobody can say shit about me. I’m here to make a statement. I didn’t come back to OCW to wrestle bullshit matches with Julliet Brooks. I’m here to go straight to the top and if I have to put Mack O’Connor on the shelf to do so, than so fucking be it.

~Cassidy clearly doesn’t like what he hears. He takes another sip from his drink and clears his throat.~

Cassidy: I respect your heart, and your fight. But, heck, it was Mack of all people. He may never wrestle again. I thi---

Vargas: He will wrestle again. Stop worrying and crying over him. He will be just fine. Matter of fact, I want you to cut him a check for 75k. Straight out of my bank account. I want you to tell him that I wish him a speedy recovery and that he’s in my thoughts. Ain’t nothing personal.

~Vargas stands and pushes his stool into the bar.~

Vargas: Oh, and tell him I’m still waiting for my “Thank you”.

~Vargas smiles as he slaps Cassidy on the shoulder as he walks away and out of sight, out the front door of Hammerhead Alley and into the hot Florida sun. Cassidy sighs, shaking his head as he takes another drink from his gay ass looking drink. Just then his cellphone rings. He reaches into his suit jacket pocket and pulls out his phone. He swipes the green answer button.~

Cellphone: You have a collect call from the Santa Rosa Correctional Facility from inmate number: 777651 “IGGY FUCKING HARDY” do you wish to accept this call?

~Cassidy chuckles as the scene fades to the announce team.~

Smith: Uh oh

Hood: I know, Iggy’s back in prison

Smith: No, not that…although it is regrettable the young man can’t get his life on track – I was referring to Vargas. I don’t like the vibe I got in regards to him convincing Bob to take this match

Hood: Dude, he’s probably going to fly out to Canada…or, well, maybe Michigan because who the hell wants to visit Canada, and explain to Bob, man to man what this means

Smith: I don’t think so, Hood. We saw what Vargas did to Mack. Mack was about as close a friend to Chad as Chad has. What do you think he’ll do to Grenier?

Hood: I don’t know but I bet we find out

Smith: Most likely…the road to The Greatest Show on Earth is feeling awfully dangerous, Hood. I’m anxious for what comes next in several of these scenarios.

Hood: Well then go work for Hallmark you fucking pussy. Geezus, you call a pro wrestling show on STARZ. Man up!

Smith: Alright, fine…well folks, it’s been a wild night and the main attraction is on tap. We’ve got the OCW Champion taking on 2017’s Most Underrated Performer…and that match is next!

Main Event – Non Title Match
The Incredible One © (8.7 pts) vs. Ed Houston (4.5 pts)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!

~The crowd goes wild! We get somewhat of a dueling “TIO” “HOUSTON” chant…although the TIO chants are louder~

Belvedere: This match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. It is also a Non-Title affair. Introducing first…

~The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. Rocket Man starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. He stops by fans in the crowd and high fives them. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he waves to the crowd~

Belvedere: From Miami, Florida…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 175lbs…he is the reigning 2017 Most Underrated Wrestler of the Year…Ed Houston!!!

~Houston hops off the middle buckle and bounces around atop the canvas. He moves his arms in and out, keeping his upper body limber~

Smith: Ed looks to be in great shape

Hood: True…his physical appearance is almost in as good of shape as his personal GFX

Smith: It is a snazzy logo…I know I own a t-shirt with that logo plastered on the front

Hood: I mean, yea, it’s a nice logo but I wouldn’t buy the fucking thing let alone go around wearing that shit in PUBLIC

~Houston backs up into a corner, staring down the ramp, ready for the biggest match of his OCW career~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~The heavy riffs of "Who Taught You How to Hate" begin to ring through the arena as the crowd leaps out of their seats. They cheer heavily as The Incredible One emerges from the back moments with the OCW Championship buckled around his waist, followed by his fiancé Leslie and his daughter Jenna. TIO smiles as he looks out at the sea of fans while his girls clap behind him. TIO starts down the ramp, clapping hands of the fans and waits at the bottom for his family. When they finally join him, he hugs Jenna, kisses Leslie on the lips, before they leave him. They go to the side of the ring as TIO unbuckles the championship, rolls into the ring and immediately goes to a turnbuckle, climbing it and raising his arms, with the OCW Championship in his hands, flexing to the intensity of the music and the atmosphere. He jumps off the turnbuckle as the lights go out except for a single spotlight shining into the middle of the ring. He enters into the light, head down, with the title glistening on his shoulder~

Belvedere: Please welcome to the ring, from Halifax, NS, Canada, weighing in this evening at 235lbs... he is the current reigning OCW Champion... THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!

~He slowly lifts his head, breathing heavily, and staring into the camera as the thunderous crowd chants "TIO". He lifts the title from his shoulder, and turns his head, kissing the title, as the spotlight fades and the lights return to normal and his music cuts quickly, with the buzz of the crowd still electric in the air~

Smith: There he is, Hood…the champ!

Hood: The champ is going down tonight, Smith!

Smith: Calling for the upset?

Hood: Absolutely, even though he completely failed as an astronaut, I think Ed is going to have a good year here in OCW and tonight is the launch point

Smith: Nice pun!

~TIO hands the title over to Belvedere for safe keeping. Belvedere exits the ring, handling the company’s most prized possession with adequate care. Houston and TIO stand in opposite corners, staring each other down. Scruff is in position, about to call for the bell. The crowd resumes their dueling chant with the TIO portion continuing to obtain the upper hand~

Smith: And we’re just about ready to get started here…the biggest test of Ed Houston’s OCW career about to get underway…

“LA… LA, LA LA… Wait Till I Get My Money Right…”

~“Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West hits as the lights dim. Green lights flicker throughout the arena as Matt Meyhu walks slowly out onto the ramp~

Smith: What is THIS?!

Hood: It’s the REAL champ

Smith: Why is he out here? Haven’t we seen ENOUGH of this guy already?

Hood: Too much Meyhu is like too much money…it’s something only losers cry about

~Matt poses for the fans with a smirk on his face, receiving a chorus of boos. He shrugs them off and walks down the ramp, ignoring fans who reach out to him, until he reaches the ring apron. He hops up onto it and grabs the top rope. He pauses, looking over at TIO~

Smith: Is he going to rudely insert himself into this match?

Hood: Meyhu is no rapist. I’m sure if he hops into that ring it is with full consent

~Meyhu acts like he’s about to step into the ring. He pauses and hops off the apron, onto the floor. The crowd, for some reason, boos…it’s likely they’ll boo anything this man does. Meyhu saunters around the ring, keeping his eyes on TIO~

Smith: Where’s he heading? Is he heading over here?

Hood: Don’t get my hopes up!

~Meyhu is, indeed, heading for the announce table. He stops and asks for a headset~

Smith: Here you go…OW!

~Hood smacks the headset out of Smith’s hands. He then picks them up and graciously hands them over to Meyhu~

Hood: Here you go, Champ!

Meyhu: Hood! Other guy! Pleasure to be here!

~Meyhu accepts the headphones. The bell suddenly rings. TIO is still distracted. Houston darts across the ring, leaping through the air and squashing TIO in the corner with a splash!! He stays on top of TIO with a barrage of right hands to the side of TIO’s head. The crowd boos slightly. A few of the diehard Houston fans cheer. Houston finishes punching TIO in the head…he leaps up, planting his knees in TIO’s chest, falls back and tosses TIO into the middle of the ring with a Monkey Flip!!! Ed kips up to his feet and plays to the crowd…they start to respond in a more positive fashion~

Smith: The crowd is starting to get behind Ed…in spite of his attack on the champion, TIO

Hood: Fuck them if they don’t like it…the guy’s out here to win, to elevate his career.

Meyhu: Exactly, by any means necessary. Get him, Ed!

Smith: Yes, but the attack was somewhat ill timed

Hood: Ill timed? The fucking bell rang you idiot!

Meyhu: Yeah, idiot.

Hood: Ha! Idiot.

Smith: Name calling is no way to win an argument, Hood

~TIO is slow getting to his feet, a bit thrown off by the unexpectedly fast start. Houston is crouched, waiting. TIO gets to his feet and turns around…Houston sprints toward the OCW Champion and leaps into the air with a cross body! TIO catches Ed! TIO drops front first onto the mat, crushing Houston into the mat with a slam! This takes some of the wind out of the crowd, for a moment. They rebound quickly with cheers for the champ. TIO quickly applies an arm bar on Houston, keeping him grounded~

Smith: Solid strategy by the champ, keeping the lighter, quicker, faster Ed Houston on the mat

Meyhu: That would’ve been my strategy. He stole it!

Hood: That’s just like him. Think Ed might tap out?

Smith: To an ARM BAR?

Hood: Hey, I’m just asking, no need to get all out of control over there

~Houston maneuvers his body into a kneeling position. TIO retains full control of the arm bar. He twists the arm, applying more pressure. Ed winces and reaches over, slapping at his arm. He manages to get to a standing position. He takes the palm of his hand and shoves it under TIO’s chin, backing TIO against the ropes. Ed then lifts a knee into TIO’s gut! TIO releases the arm bar. Houston shoots TIO off the ropes. TIO sprints across the ring. He hits the opposite ropes, bouncing off. Houston hops onto the middle rope, with his back to TIO. He springboards off with a moonsault. TIO catches Ed! He hoists Ed onto his shoulder. Ed squirms off, landing on his feet behind TIO. He runs into the ropes, bounces off and charges at TIO. He leaps into the air, trying to hurdle TIO. TIO, though, catches Ed in the Electric Chair position…TIO falls backward, dropping Ed with an Electric Chair!! Ed’s back arches in pain. TIO sits up, catching his breath~

Smith: That was a lot of motion for only one move

Hood: Ed needs to learn to work smarter, not harder

Smith: Indeed…however, the more he makes TIO move and expend energy the better chance Ed will have

Hood: Are you calling TIO fat?!

Meyhu: He’s a little fat…

Smith: I said no such thing! It’s just Ed is lighter on his feet and used to fast paced matches

Hood: So, basically, you’re saying TIO is an out of shape regular at Baskin Robbins

Smith: I said no such thing!

Meyhu: We both heard it. Own it!

~Ed rolls onto his side, with his back to TIO. He tries to get to his feet but TIO reaches over, grabbing Ed by the hair and yanking his head into his arm. TIO applies a side headlock! Ed winces, extending his arms and legs, trying to get to the ropes, but he’s too far away. TIO leans over on Ed, cutting off most of his air~

Meyhu: And now he’s using that late night ice cream to his advantage.

Smith: And again TIO grounds Houston into the mat with a submission hold

Hood: It’s pretty obvious why Ed flunked out of NASA

Smith: Are we sure he flunked out?

Hood: Well, I mean if the guy can’t make it to the top turnbuckle in a wrestling ring, how the hell is he going to make it to the moon?

~Ed’s motions slow. His motor functions appear to be halted. He’s gasping for air. He reaches out once more for the ropes, hoping that, maybe they became autonomous and decided to move closer to him. Sadly, that is not the case. There is no AI in the OCW ring ropes. Ed firmly plants both palms into the mat, realizing he’s got to make a move. He pushes up. He manages to force TIO to a knee. This gives Ed room to crouch, bent at the knees. He pushes off with his feet, trying to come to a standing position. TIO retains control of the headlock…although it’s quite a bit looser than before. Almost at his feet, Ed suddenly drops down and drills TIO with a jawbreaker!! TIO stumbles back into a corner! The crowd pops! Ed, on his knees, leans over, gasping for air~

Smith: Great move by Ed! He’s free!

Hood: I guess…looks like he just fell and accidentally hit TIO in the mouth

Meyhu: Cover him!

Smith: That was planned, Hood. We call it a jawbreaker

Hood: Ugh, like those horrible candy things that take days to finish? Who the fuck buys those things? So gross

~Ed fights his way to his feet. He turns, finding TIO in the corner. Ed charges in…TIO moves…Ed stops before running into the buckles. He scurries up the buckles and leaps off with a moonsault. TIO turns around catching the full brunt of Ed’s maneuver!! TIO falls back with Ed landing on top of him!! Ed pops to his feet! The crowd has an “ED! ED!” chant going. Ed backs into a corner. TIO staggers to his feet. Ed charges and drills TIO with a running forearm uppercut!! TIO teeters back. Ed backs up and delivers another! TIO teeters even further! Ed holds up his index finger indicating ‘one more’! He backs up and charges forward…but, this time, TIO turns him inside out with a huge lariat!! Ed lands on the mat roughly! TIO staggers into the ropes, leaning over the top rope, gathering his composure~

Smith: And once again TIO has stopped Ed’s momentum

Hood: Well, it’s official. TIO hits harder than Ed Houston

Smith: Can we really say that for sure?

Hood: Seems pretty fucking clear to me but, hey, perhaps you can convince Stevie Wonder otherwise

~Continuing to catch his breath, TIO glances over out of the corner of his eye at Ed. Ed is on his knees with his forehead pressed against the mat, holding his chest in pain from the lariat. TIO stands upright, turns around and charges forward, delivering a soccer style kick into Ed’s ribs! Ed flips over onto his back. TIO grabs Ed’s legs and efficiently locks in a Figure Four! He falls back onto the mat, using his hands to keep his shoulders off the mat. The hold is properly applied and Ed does not seem to be enjoying it. His shoulders move from one side to the other, trying to catch his whereabouts. Sadly for Houston, he’s pretty damn near the center of the ring~

Smith: A figure four! TIO has weakened Ed’s neck, arm, and now his knees!

Hood: The champ should find a body part and stick with it.

Meyhu: The what?!

Hood: Sorry, champ!

Smith: I think he’s more concerned with keeping Ed grounded rather than dismantling a body part…although, one could argue Ed’s whole body has been weakened as a result

Hood: Man when did TIO become this boring ass mat wrestler? Fucking kids ruin everything!

Meyhu: He’s just trying to prove something to me. Don’t worry, when I step in there with him it will look nothing like this!

Hood: Not only is he a Marvel, Smith…he’s also a savior!

~Ed does what he can. He begins twisting to his right, trying to flip TIO over which would, in theory, reverse the pressure. Ed twists and twists, leaning to his right as hard as he can. TIO, meanwhile, shifts his weight to his right, counteracting Houston’s effort~

Smith: It’s going to be tough for Houston to flip TIO over when he’s giving up that much weight

Hood: Man, there you go again, just shitting all over Houston

Meyhu: Blatantly supporting TIO. Aren’t you supposed to stay impartial?

Smith: What are you talking about? I’m simply pointing out a scientific fact.

Hood: Everybody knows science is nothing but a bunch of hocus pocus!

Meyhu: And you smile every time anyone says ‘TIO.’ See!

Smith: You aren’t even looking at me.

Meyhu: These Candy Crush levels don’t beat themselves, man. I can hear it in your voice though!

Smith: You’re on your phone?! Put that away.

~Houston continues to struggle turning over to his right while TIO equally struggles plying all his weight toward his right. Houston’s eyes widen. A thought has penetrated the man’s brain. He suddenly, violently thrusts his body to the left! In unison with TIO’s weight, he’s able to flip the figure four over, sending all the pain and pressure into TIO’s legs!! TIO yells out in pain! He crawls, dragging the smaller Houston along for the ride. He reaches the bottom rope and grasps it. Scruff calls for a break…but the legs are locked. Scruff gets down to one knee, examining the entanglement~

Smith: It’s a figure four, Scruff! You’ve been refereeing for nearly twenty years, c’mon!

Hood: Well, to be fair…we don’t see many submissions in OCW.

Meyhu: Challenge accepted! I can do anything better than this guy.

Smith: Yes, but still…it’s a figure four. I’m pretty sure we’ve seen that before

Hood: I figure we’ve seen at least four

Smith: Ha-ha-larious

Meyhu: That was pretty good. It had ‘figure’ and ‘four’ in it.

Hood: You just get me.

~TIO continues to yell for Scruff to untangle the legs. Houston seems far less concerned. TIO finally rolls onto his back. Scruff gets a look at the lock from a different angle and a light bulb goes off over his head. ‘A-ha!’ he seems to say, reaching down and untangling the legs – only this time TIO isn’t so quick to want the hold disassembled whereas Ed is pleading for help. After a few arduous seconds, if you’re an Ed Houston fan, the hold is undone and both competitors are free to limp about~

Smith: Finally!

Hood: He’s just not used to seeing an upside down Figure Four…what would that be, anyway…a negative figure four? A figure 2? A figure 8? A figure sixteen?

Smith: Please, stop talking

Meyhu: Figure 1/4.

~TIO gets to his feet first. Ed isn’t far behind. TIO marches toward Houston and kicks him right into the gut. Houston doubles over. TIO goes for a double underhook…but Ed breaks free, and spins around, taking TIO’s back. He leaps into the air and drops TIO with a back stabber!! TIO writhes around on the mat, clutching his back~

Smith: Great move by Ed! His quickness is second to none in the industry

Hood: Would you say he’s more like The Flash or more like Quicksilver?

Smith: I’d say Quicksilver

Hood: Oh, so you want him dead

Smith: What? No! Quicksilver is Magneto’s son…you know, the guy with the gray hair…looks A LOT like Mark Storm

Hood: He doesn’t count. Only the Marvel Universe Quicksilver counts and he’s, like, the only superhero in that entire universe that legit died. Man, you really hate Houston.

Meyhu: That’s fucked up! What do you say about me when I’m not here?

Hood: You don’t want to know!

Meyhu: Figures. Not everyone can get the TIO treatment I guess. Handed everything… This guy worships the ground he walks on! What did I ever do to you?

Smith: Stop it, I just don’t watch Marvel Studios movies

Hood: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!

~Ed returns to his feet. He works his legs back and forth, quickly, loosening them up. TIO is back to his feet, displaying the heart that earned him a spot in the OCW Hall of Fame. He marches toward Ed. Houston throws a roundhouse kick at TIO’s head…TIO catches his leg and sweeps the other, snaring both legs and in perfect position for a sharpshooter. Ed holds his hands up, shaking his head – as though TIO might offer him a reprieve. TIO looks out into the crowd, they are torn. Ed has really taken a beating~

Smith: Not another submission…and this time to Ed’s back!

Hood: Man, what’s he got left to get yanked?

Smith: …

Hood: …

Meyhu: …

Smith: …

Hood: …

Meyhu: …

Smith: …

Hood: …

Meyhu: …We just gonna let that one go?

Smith: ….

Hood: ….

Meyhu *shrugs* ….

~TIO, somewhat conflicted, pushes through the confliction and begins to apply the sharpshooter. He bends forward to cross Ed’s legs. Ed reaches up and rakes TIO’s eyes!! TIO staggers back, releasing Houston’s legs. Ed kicks up to his feet! He rushes into the ropes, bounces off and lunges at TIO with a spear!! But TIO catches Houston! He hooks Houston, hoisting him up into the air for a vertical suplex! He holds Ed vertically for several seconds…the crowd counts along~

Smith: Look at TIO’s strength! That’s seven seconds!

Hood: Now it’s eight

Smith: Now it’s nine

Hood: No it’s not, there is no nine

Smith: Huh? Why?

Hood: Because seven eight nine

Smith: Ugh

~TIO hits the ten second mark and is about to drop Houston with a Brainbuster. Houston, though, knees TIO in the head three times. TIO’s balance wobbles and his grip loosens. Ed drops to his feet behind TIO – they are back to back. He has TIO suddenly hooked for a neckbreaker…he swings it around and drops TIO to the mat with a DDT! TIO flips onto his back as Houston gets to his feet and staggers, somewhat drunkenly around the ring~

Smith: Great move by Ed Houston…he’s got a chance!

Hood: He’s just exposing what we all know to be true – TIO has gone SOFT

Meyhu: It’s the ice cream.

Smith: Seriously? He’s in there against Ed Houston, one of the best athletes in professional wrestling

~Ed stabilizes. TIO, somehow, is back on his feet. He lumbers toward Houston but it’s apparent, when getting a look into his eyes that he’s dazed. Houston lunges forward with a SUPERKICK right under TIO’s jaw!! TIO’s body stiffens and he falls, flat on his back. Ed hurries for a corner…the crowd is on their feet pulling for the underdog~

Smith: A tremendous superkick! That’s the set up for Blastoff!

Hood: Gee, maybe Ed should be our OCW Champion

Meyhu: More qualified than his opponent!

Smith: While I condemn the slight toward TIO I will certainly recognize Houston’s main event potential. This could be his year, Hood.

Hood: Not as long as Matt Meyhu is around!

Meyhu: Amen!

~Ed reaches the top buckle. He looks down at TIO and leaps off with Blastoff (Shooting Star Press). It’s flawless. Poetic, even. He comes crashing down but TIO manages to get his legs up! He wraps them around Ed’s head and seamlessly transitions into a Triangle Choke!! The crowd goes wild for the counter! Ed’s body struggles for freedom~

Smith: Oh no! He’s going to choke Ed out!

Hood: Did you hear a rumor that Ed is into this kinda thing?

Smith: I have not heard any such diabolical rumor! Stop spreading defamatory lies!

Hood: I’m just saying I heard that from someone backstage. I won’t name names

Meyhu: Was it Muffles?

~Houston knows he doesn’t have long. He plants his toes into the mat and bends his knees. He springs forward, flipping over TIO! His feet hit the mat with his stomach pointed toward the ceiling. TIO’s shoulders are down. Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: TIO kicked out and, in doing so, released the Triangle!

Hood: Fuckin hell…TIO is just begging to get pinned but Mr. NASA reject can’t do it

Smith: A skewed way of viewing this

Meyhu: I think all three of us can agree the same amount that I would have won right there.

Hood: Yup.

Smith: Uhhh…

~Ed rolls over, so does TIO. They both get to their feet. TIO delivers a knife edged chop into Ed’s chest. Houston staggers back, against the ropes. TIO throws another, this one directed upward, toward Ed’s throat. Ed ducks and lifts TIO over the top rope and onto the apron nearest the announce table. Houston doesn’t waste any time. He sprints toward the corner and hops onto the middle buckle…he springboards off, over the rope, turning around, locking his legs around TIO’s head and delivering a Huricanrana!! It sends TIO off the apron and crashing into the announce table~

Smith: Look out!!

Hood: My fucking coffee!!

~TIO crashes over the table and lands right on top of Meyhu, taking him out of his chair. Ed, meanwhile, lands roughly on his shoulders. He tumbles up against the barricade, reaching for the back of his neck, wincing in pain~

Smith: Hood…are you alright? I…we…can….

~Smith’s headset loses signal with the broadcast. Our camera zooms in to find Hood hiding under the table with his coffee tightly protected. Smith is desperately trying to get back on air. Meyhu, meanwhile, has spilled out of his chair, landing roughly on the back of his head. He’s got TIO on top of him, dazed. Meyhu looks up at the top of the arena lights for a moment, gathering his whereabouts. His eyes suddenly narrow with focus. He sits up and violently shoves TIO off him. He gets to his feet, rips the head phones away, kicks all the wires and other announce desk accessories out of the way and stands over the fallen champion. Smith finally gets his headset plugged back in~

Smith: Are we back on? Can you guys hear me? You can? Great! Now, where is Hood…HOOD! Where are you?!

~Smith continues looking for Hood who is right at his feet, hiding. Meyhu, meanwhile, looks ready to destroy his former stablemate. Scruff runs up, trying to prevent Meyhu from doing so. Meyhu’s expression changes. It shows concern. He points toward Ed, who is still pinned against the barricade in an awkward position. Scruff’s eyes widen and he rushes over to look at Ed, leaving Meyhu all alone with his current nemesis~

Smith: Scruff! Where are you going…come back here! Do your job!

~Meyhu turns, facing Smith. Smith suddenly quiets. Meyhu then sees Hood under the announce table. He crouches down and takes Hood’s coffee. The cup is still warm. He kicks TIO onto his back. TIO looks up, his eyes half open as he continues to recover from the physical damage and pain. Meyhu flips the lid off the coffee, turns it upside down and pours the hot coffee onto TIO’s face! He screams and kicks his legs in pain before promptly rolling over to avoid any further damage. The crowd boos loudly. A few fans try to jump the barricade to attack Meyhu – but he turns, facing them, forcing them to scream and run away~

Smith: Hood! You were under there the entire time?

Hood: I was trying to protect my coffee…so much for that. Tell me, did it at least go to a good cause?

Smith: The worst cause ever!

Hood: *gasp* It got thrown in Meyhu’s face?

Smith: Even worse…Meyhu poured it in TIO’s face!

Hood: Really? That might be the most useful cup of coffee I’ve had in years!

~Meyhu crumples the coffee cup in his hand while turning back around and looking down upon TIO. He tosses the ruined cup over his shoulder, into the crowd. He suddenly moves with great purpose, grabbing TIO by the hair and bringing him to his feet. Meyhu suddenly and violently drops TIO to the ground with the Ego Trip!!! The fans boo loudly! The coffee cup is thrown at Meyhu. It hits him but, ya know, doesn’t hurt at all. It’s a paper cup. Meyhu doesn’t even feel it. Instead, he grabs TIO and drags him near the ring, tossing him back inside under the bottom rope. He then turns his focus to Ed~

Smith: No!! He’s screwing TIO!

Hood: Quiet, Smith…nobody wants to hear about your fetishes

Smith: Get serious, here! The champion has just been brutalized in the midst of a grueling encounter…this is atrocious behavior, even for The Marvel!

Hood: It’s calling WINNING behavior, Smith. Get used to it. Get used to OCW 2018!

~Meyhu marches toward Ed. He grabs Scruff and yanks him away from Houston. Scruff stands back, assessing the situation. Meyhu gets Ed to his feet and smacks him around, trying to wake him up. He then drags Ed to the ring, tossing him back inside, underneath the bottom rope. Scruff lets the act slide as he, too, re-enters the ring. Meyhu confidently walks around the ring with a look of supreme achievement. The fans begin to chant “SCREW JOB”. Meyhu is far from bothered. He stands at the bottom of the ramp to watch the conclusion~

Smith: Words cannot express the anger I feel toward that man

Hood: I’m with you, TIO is a jackass

Smith: I’m talking about Meyhu!

Hood: Why? TIO was the guy who tried to spear Meyhu for no reason. Meyhu’s over here doing commentary and suddenly that vile man ate up with jealousy comes flying over here. It’s a wonder Meyhu isn’t injured!

Smith: That is quite the imagination you have there, Hood

~Houston struggles to his feet and backs against a corner near the rampway. He looks down at TIO, who is flat on his back. He suddenly snaps into the current situation. He looks out to the crowd. They aren’t nearly as supportive as he expected. He hops through the ropes and begins to scale the corner. He keeps his eyes on TIO…he notices all the red, burned skin around his eyes. He gets to the top and looks down, spotting a very happy Matt Meyhu~

Smith: I think Ed knows something is up…he’s beginning to realize he didn’t do all of that damage to TIO

Hood: So fucking what…jump off there, Ed! Hit that worthless, castrated family man with Blastoff and seal the biggest win of your OCW career!

Smith: Maybe he has a conscience, Hood. Ever think about that?

Hood: No, I never think about stuff like that. I think about Bifford trying to murder people and Syren doing whatever the hell he had to, to win. That’s the shit I think about.

~Meyhu yells at Houston to finish TIO off. Houston’s brow furrows. He scratches at the back of his neck. The fans point at Meyhu. Houston stands, conflicted, atop the corner~

Smith: Deep down, he’s a true competitor…he doesn’t want to win this way, Hood

Hood: What a fucking idiot! Push him off the corner...he doesn’t deserve this spot!

Smith: This very behavior is showing me that he does, indeed deserve this spot!

~Meyhu continues to yell at Ed. Houston finally turns, facing Meyhu and he leaps off with a Shooting Star Press!! Meyhu’s eyes widen…he reaches up and catches Ed on the way down and seamlessly drops him with the Ego Trip!! He gets up, kicking at Ed, furious. Scruff, inside the ring is too stunned by what just happened to reach a decision – he’s frozen. Meyhu pulls Ed up and tosses him inside the ring. Both men are on their back, breathing heavily. Meyhu throws his hands at the ring as if to say “I’m done with this shit” and heads to the back~

Smith: He has single handedly RUINED this match

Hood: Now we’re on the same page. This match would be over if Ed had just taken the win offered to him by Meyhu. But noooooo…he apparently watched the fucking Disney Channel before coming out here.

Smith: Not who I was referencing

~Scruff begins a count. He reaches five. The crowd’s aura seems to give off the impression they think this is headed to a double count out~

Smith: A draw?! Is that what we’re getting?

Hood: I think people should be fired when they wrestle to a draw

Smith: Why?

Hood: Because draws suck…they accomplish nothing. It’s like getting a Valentine’s Day card from your mom or getting XOXO from a waitress at Hooters.

~TIO and Houston reach their feet. Houston throws a weak punch at TIO…it staggers the champ. Houston throws another. TIO staggers even further. TIO grasps at Ed, trying to find a body part to hold onto and possibly manipulate. Houston, not wanting to be put in another submission, shoves TIO away. TIO falls into the ropes. Houston whips him off the ropes. TIO bounces off the opposite ropes. Houston leaps into the air for a leap frog BUT TIO CATCHES HIM!! Houston freaks out, realizing what position he’s in. He tries fighting out of it but TIO is able to get him into position and drives Houston straight into the mat with This Damn Incredible!!! The ring trembles from impact! The crowd pops to their feet. TIO makes the cover…Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

Belvedere: Here is your winner…he is the OCW Champion…THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!!!

Smith: He did it!! What a man…what a wrestler….what a champion!!

Hood: Disgusting

~The bell rings. TIO is helped to his feet. Scruff raises his hand in victory. TIO looks down at Ed, who is crushed. He bends over and helps Ed up~

Hood: Yes! He’s going to drop Ed with another one!

Smith: Certainly not!

~Instead, TIO raises Houston’s hand high in the air! The crowd goes wild. A resonating “Ed Houston” chant fills the arena. TIO pats Ed on the back, gives him some kind words and then exits the ring. He snares his OCW Title and heads up the ramp. Houston remains in the ring, taking in the cheers and respect from the fans~

Smith: Sometimes, even in defeat you can emerge a winner

Hood: Are you fucking serious? That’s the icing on the fucking cake. What a stupid thing to say…I’m out of here

~The sound of Hood slamming his headphones down fills our ears~

Smith; Regardless of my colleagues opinion, I think we can all agree that TIO, Ed Houston and the entire OCW fan base were the winners tonight! Great job by TIO but and even greater job by Ed…these are two men I am proud to have compete in the federation I’ve called home for twenty years. And, having said that…it looks like we’re out of time. We’ll see you next week!

~A final shot of Ed in the ring receiving the respect from the OCW crowd is shown. We fade to black~