OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, June 18th 2018
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~The OCW logo flashes onto the screen. Instead of heading straight into a packed OCW Arena in Key West, Florida we are shown a dilapidated tent in the middle of Papillion, Nebraska. The grounds are mired in filth. Food stands are bashed into pieces. The terrain is trampled down a mixture of feet and tires. Wrappers which once contained fried, greasy, delicious snacks blow in the Nebraskan summer breeze. We head toward the entrance of the tent…it’s torn and tattered. Inside we see bleachers which mirror the exterior grounds…drink cups, popcorn buckets, food wrappers…any and everything you can think of is littered throughout the spectator’s seats. The announce table is ravaged. It’s half broken down with all electronic equipment removed. Various wires are strewn around, recklessly. The pit houses an OCW ring. The ring is surrounded by a bent and warped cell. It appears to have fallen from overheard, slamming roughly around the ring at an awkward angle. The mat is stained with blood and sweat. The dirt around the ring has various dark red stains. An empty cage with an open door is entrenched within the dirt, left to rust. Pieces of light tubes are everywhere, some pieces hidden dangerously within the dirt surface. Broken pieces of wood from tables are scattered about. A bottle of lighter fluid is spotted peeking halfway out from underneath the ring. Our view pulls out to give one, last all encompassing view of the disheveled tent interior which housed an epic event one week ago. Sights and sounds from last week play over our view of the scene of last week’s event~
Smith: He did it!! Canon did it!
Hood: I never thought I’d say this…but Curt Canon out smarted someone
Smith: Yes…yes he did!
Hood: I mean…technically it was a RABBIT…but, still, he outsmarted someone…or something
~The commentary switches~
Smith: No!! I thought she had him!
Hood: Haha, so did she. I love it!
Smith: That’s twice now that Julliet has come so close to earning a big win in OCW…only to fall short
Hood: Yea, well maybe she should try a different type of match. Get away from the light tubes
~We switch up the sounds once again~
Smith: Ed did it! He’s the new champion…although I have to say…I’m still concerned with Josie
Hood: Now might be a good time for her to get knocked up. Take about nine months off, ya know
Smith: NO…I do not KNOW
~The commentary shifts toward the next match~
Smith: Well…that, as they say…is that. Is this the last time we will see Grenier compete in OCW?
Hood: That’s a good question
~Commentary from the main event is piped in~
Smith: TIO is one of the best we’ve ever seen. A true legend…a true hall of famer…unfortunately tonight…he just wasn’t the better man
Hood: I’ll give TIO this much…he fought one hell of a match. Hats off
Smith: Indeed
Hood: But now…NOW we turn the page to THE MARVEL
Smith: Yes…yes we do
~The commentary ends. The scene holds for a moment. It washes away into a shot of the Pacific Ocean along with the date July 30th, 2018. We cut instantly into the OCW Arena full of rabid fans. Smith and Hood are in their normal locations, ready to begin the evening~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to another edition of Monday Night Massacre! We are one week removed from The Greatest Show on Earth…and, I just have to say that I’m excited to see where we go from here!
Hood: Last week rocked my face off...but, as great as that show was…we turn the fucking page. It’s time to march toward a place that is finally fit for my lifestyle…San Diego!
Smith: Indeed…Lost at Sea…OCW’s next major event. The announcement was made one week ago that the event will take place on an aircraft carrier off the coast of San Diego. It should be one heck of a show!
Hood: And we’ve got our main event…Matt Meyhu defending the OCW Title against Chad Vargas!
Smith: Something of a dream match, for sure. These two have never faced.
Hood: Nope and they with both do whatever it takes to win
Smith: Indeed. Another match already set for the event will be Curt Canon taking on Tommy Crimson with an OCW Title shot on the line
Hood: It’s been nearly twenty years since Curt Canon was in the OCW Title picture…why the fuck is he back in the OCW Title picture?
Smith: He’s earned it, Smith. But, now, he’s got an enormous task awaiting him. He must get through the mind games, violence and athletic ability of Tommy Crimson
Hood: Yea, good luck with that monkey boy!
Smith: I have faith in Curt! But, enough about an event several weeks down the line…let’s get to what’s in store for tonight! We’ve got several up and coming names in action plus fallout from last week
Hood: I’m down like a clown Charlie brown…let’s get this shit going!
Smith: Alright...well I'm told we are heading backstage where our General Manager is standing...or, well, sitting by!
~We cut backstage to find Marcus Welsh at his desk, looking extremely annoyed~
Welsh: I told you over the phone, and I already spoke with Cassidy. You can't return to the ring without a doctor clearing you.
~The camera pans across the desk: Mack O'Connor. He sits with his cane across his lap. The bandage on his head has been removed, but there is still plenty of horrible scabs and cuts across the top of his head~
Mack: I'm not talkin' to some fuckin' doctor. No doctor is gonna clear me right now. That's why I came to you directly.
~Welsh looks more annoyed~
Welsh: And, as I've stated multiple times, we simply cannot let you fight without being cleared. There are reasons for this... Liability, insurance, the works.
Mack: Fuck all that. You know I'm not a liability.
Welsh: It doesn't matter what I think, Mack. It's about the rules and regulations.
Mack: What do you want me to do to prove I'm ready?
~Welsh opens his mouth to speak~
Mack: -other than a doctor clearing me.
~Welsh thinks for a moment, then just shrugs`
Welsh: I don't know what to tell you, Mack.
~Mack shakes his head in frustration. He takes his cane and stands up, limping towards the door~
Welsh: Jesus... You can hardly walk, man. Get some rest. Heal up.
Mack: Fuck you.
~Mack leaves the office, slamming the door behind him. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: We saw Mack last week watching from home. He appeared to be extremely frustrated with both his current condition as well as the direction of OCW
Hood: Yea...but I don't know if getting his ass crippled is the answer. Dude needs to heal the fuck up
Smith: Sometimes the will of a competitor supersedes logic and rationale
Hood: That or he's just jealous that Chad won the Mix trophy and is getting an OCW Title shot
Smith: This seems to go beyond jealousy, Hood. Mack seems angry...like he's dealing with the type of frustration that can only be remedied through action. And, well, that action is likely in ring brutality
Hood: Well, hey, if the guy wants to kill himself for my enjoyment - I guess I won't get in his way
Smith: What a humanitarian. Well fans...it's time for our opening match for the evening...we're being treated to a triple threat featuring two rookies and, well, one Tony the Spider
Hood: This roster...my goodness
Smith: Indeed...let's head down to ringside!
Opening Match – Triple Threat
Tony the Spider (5.4 pts) vs. “The Gatekeeper” Andrew Healy (0.7 pts) vs. Trix (0 pts)
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall.
Fans: ONE FALL!!!
Belvedere: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is "The Gate Keeper" Andrew Healy!!
~"Loser" starts up and when all of the instruments kick in, Healy bolts out and struts his way to the ring without paying any attention to the fans, just keeping his eyes on the ring. When he gets to the ring he immediately slides into the ring and gets in the face of the referee. Scruff cowers back and Healy smirks as his music dies down.~
Hood: And the new guy getting right in the face of Scruff right from the get-go.
Smith: How smart is that though?
Hood: I don't know. Maybe it'll make Scruff afraid to enforce the rules if Heavy breaks them?
Belvedere: And his opponent, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing in at 255 pounds, this is Trix!
~ "We Are One" by 12 Stones roars as Trix comes out of a Trix cereal car followed by various indy wrestlers dressed as cereal mascots in cereal themed cars and Ian, the son of Trix dressed as a red and black wolf. The group enters the arena and tosses boxes of Trix, Frosted Flakes, and Apple Jax into the crowd. Trix does a trust fall from the apron as the group places him back on the apron~
~Trix then grabs two cartons of milk, slams them together and pours them both into his mouth~
Smith: Well then......
Hood: What the fuck is happening to this company?!? First we get Muffles, the Zybala becomes commissioner, and now this! What's next? Elmer Fudd becoming real and hunting all these damn rabbits?
Smith: I'm at the point where I'm expecting anything to come from behind that curtain. Less stress that way.
Belvedere: And their opponent, hailing from wherever his trailer rolls, weighing in at 2.21 Gigawatts, Tony The Spider!!
~"Kill da Wabbit" by Ozzy Fudd hits the speakers and out walks Tony the Spider dressed exactly like Elmer Fudd, old hunting rifle and all! The fans go wild as Tony makes his way down the ramp. At the announce table, we see Hood scream "SON OF A BITCH!" and leave the table, heading back stage. Tony makes his way into the ring as the music stops. All three competitors are looking at each other, with Healy looking confused, probably rethinking his decision to join the company. Scruff calls for the bell and the match is underway~
Smith: Apparently I'm calling this one solo. Could someone please check on Hood back there? I think he may actually be suffering an aneurysm.
~Healy looks back and forth from Trix to Tony, pondering which to attack first. Tony however, has his sights solely on Trix. He quickly raises his rifle. Scruff starts yelling at him. All the fans quiet down as this tense moment unfolds~
Scruff: What the hell are you doing?
Tony: Didn't you know? It's rabbit season!
~Trix walks over and puts his(her?) arm around Tony's shoulder~
Trix: You got it wrong my friend. It's not rabbit season. It's Healy season.
~Healy, who was as confused and worries as everyone else, startles at this. He walks over and glares right at Trix~
Healy: Fuck you! I'm a human! You're a....whatever you are! It's rabbit season!
~Tony starts looking back and forth from one opponent to the other. He is obviously confused, as are we all~
Trix: You got it wrong bub. It's Healy season!
Healy: Rabbit Season!
Trix: Healy Season!
Healy: Rabbit Season!
Trix: Healy Season!
Healy: Rabbit Season!
Trix: Rabbit Season!
Healy: Healy Season!
Trix: Rabbit Season!
Healy: HEALY SEASON
Trix: OK OK! It's Healy season!
Healy: Damn right! Waitaminute!
~Healy looks horrified as he turns towards Tony, only to be staring down the barrel of a rifle. Tony pulls the trigger as Healy drops to the mat, but instead of a gun shot, a little flag with the word BANG on it comes out of the rifle. Everyone is mixed between cheering and booing as Tony takes the rifle and tries to swing it at Trix. The rabbit ducks and Scruff grabs the rifle and rips it from Tony's hands. The Spider looks confused but before he can protest, he is smashed right in the face by a furry arm. Tony staggers backwards against the ropes and Trix quickly runs up and clotheslines Tony over the top rope, sending him crashing to the floor below. Healy sees the rabbit with its back turned and quickly rolls it up with a schoolboy. Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
~Trix kicks out and quickly gets to its feet. Healy stands as well and the two quickly start trading blows~
Smith: You know what. I may be a professional but even I have my limits. I'm taking a bathroom break.
~Smith stands up and heads towards the back. Healy and Trix are still slugging away at each other while Tony climbs to the ring apron. He sees his opponents not paying attention to him, so Tony grabs the top rope and jumps on it, going for a springboard crossbody on his foes. At the last second, Healy and Trix spot Tony and they both duck. The Spider hits the mat hard and he rolls out of the ring and to the mat, writhing in pain. Trix and Healy look at him for a bit before hitting each other again. Trix starts to get the upper hand as he backs a stunned Healy against the ropes. It grabs him by the arm and tries to throw him to the other side, but Healy has a hold on the ropes. Trix tries again, but Healy's grip is firm. On a third attempt, Healy let's go of the rope, but in midrun he drops to his back, pulling down on Trix's arm. Trix yelps in pain and grabs it's arm as Healy gets to his feet. He grabs the hurt arm by the wrist and applies a wrist lock. He keeps twisting at the wrist and arm as Trix cries out in pain, trying to reach the ropes~
Hood: Some technical wrestling by that weirdo cereal rabbit. And, speaking of technical…I’m technically doing my partner’s job at the moment. You’d think the guy could hold it and hit up the restroom during a commercial break or elongated backstage segment…maybe even another Uber Man Movie promo…but NOOOO
~Right before Trix can get it's paw on the ropes, Healy yanks on the bad arm and pulls the rabbit close and drops Trix with a short arm clothesline. He then starts kicking the rabbit. Not kicking him hard, just like nudging it with hard foot pushes kind of lazy like. Trix is more annoyed than hurt by this and makes its way to its feet. It tries to take a swing with its good arm but is suddenly grabbed by Tony the Spider, who is standing on the apron. Healy takes advantage of this and lays some stiff kicks to Trix's midsection. Healy then backs up a little bit before spinning in a circle and attempts to give Trix a big boot, but the rabbit breaks free. Tony slips off the apron as Trix gets loose and avoids getting hit by the boot as well. Healy's foot gets stuck on the top rope. Trix gets behind Healy and drops him with a mighty neckbreaker. Trix grabs Healy's prone body and starts dragging him to the center of the ring~
Hood: A giant rabbit dragging a man’s lifeless body into the center of the ring. There’s something you don’t see everyday
~Before the rabbit can attempt to make a pin, Tony The Spider slides in the ring, runs up to Trix and lifts the rabbit up in a bear hug! Tony then starts to spin around in circles. It's his trademark Spider Roll! After several rotations, Tony releases Trix and both are stumbling around dizzy. Trix gathers it's bearings first and makes a grab for Tony. Tony tries fighting off the rabbit when Healy charges in and leaps in the air, nailing both his opponents with a flying knee; one for Tony and the other for Trix. All three men are down. Smith suddenly returns~
Smith: And Andrew Healy has taken control! The wrestling rookie…the grappling novice may pull off a mild upset in his debut!
Hood: What the fuck…weren’t you in the bathroom?
Smith: Yes but I was streaming the match on my phone.
Hood: Hmm…a true professional to the end, I suppose
Smith: I’m always on the clock, Hood. Even when standing shoulder to shoulder with two men at a crowded urinal station.
~Healy lifts Tony up and tosses him over the top rope. Tony’s tiny, strangely shaped body struggles up and over…he hits the apron and manages to keep from falling all the way to the floor. Healy focuses on Trix. Trix is slow to its feet….Healy charges forward SMACKING the rabbit in the head with a Stiff Enziguri (ENVY). Trix stumbles to the side, collapsing into the ropes…they keep him from falling to the mat~
Smith: What a kick! I’m telling you, Hood…this Healy kid could be the real deal
Hood: He’s beating up a cereal mascot…let’s pump the brakes just a bit, okay?
Smith: I’m just saying…he has all the tools
Hood: The only tool I see in this scenario is an over excited announcer jumping to conclusions
~Tony rolls off the apron and lands on his feet. He leans over the apron, watching the action inside the ropes. Healy is on his feet, poised. Trix staggers off the ropes. Healy leaps into the air and drops Trix with WRATH (Double Knee Facebuster)!! Trix goes completely limp. Healy crawls on top of Trix for the pin…Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Smith: What the…
Hood: Tony pulled Healy off of Trix!
Smith: That sneaky Spider
~With great struggle Tony is able to yank Healy out of the ring. Stunned, Healy looks at Tony…Tony pokes Healy in the eye and slams him, face first into the apron!!! Healy falls to his knee. Tony crawls into the ring…he scurries on all fours and covers Trix. Scruff looks around…Tony yells “COUNT! HAHAHAHA!” Scruff drops to his knees and makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings. Healy looks in from the outside and realizes what’s happened. He’s furious. Tony gets to his feet…Scruff raises his arm. The crowd lets out a “TONY!” chant. It’s the happiest moment of his career~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…TONY THE SPIDER!!!!!
Smith: What a moment for Tony!
Hood: What the hell is going on in this great company…Tony the fucking Spider just pinned Trix the rabbit…I’m going to need something stronger than beer after the show
Smith: Tony with a crafty move to steal the win away from…uh oh…Andrew Healy does not look happy
Hood: Fuck him up, Andrew!
~Healy slides into the ring without any wasted movement. The guy isn’t fucking around. He stands behind Tony, who has his arms in the air. Tony turns around and is dropped with WRATH!!! The crowd lets out a few boos...however, it appears a good portion of the fans understand Healy’s action. He stands over Tony and Trix…both down, both out via his devastating finisher, Wrath. He glares at Scruff…the OCW veteran ref backs away. Healy pauses for a moment…there is tension in the air…is he going to take out some aggression on Scruff? Healy decides to spare the referee – this time. He steps through the ropes and heads up the ramp~
Smith: Wise choice by The Gatekeeper…you can’t go around beating up OCW personnel
Hood: Sure you can…that’s how you get ahead, Smith!
Smith: It most certainly is not! Tough loss for Healy in his debut but…I have to say he was the most impressive. He’s got a ton of potential
Hood: Guy should have won…if he wasn’t in there with two IDIOTS he would have cruised to victory
Smith: There is an added element in triple threat matches that can create unforeseen chaos. It’s something the rookie will no doubt learn from moving forward.
Hood: I guess...at least the rabbit didn't win
Smith: Yea, a pitiful effort by Trix. That's probably the last we'll see of him in OCW
Hood: Man I hope so
Smith: Anyway...let's move on as I'm told the Craze Champion is in the building!
~The cameras cut backstage to a smiling Ed Houston the new OCW Craze Championship perched atop his shoulder.~
Ed Houston: “Hey guys, OCW offered to have a championship celebration tonight, to celebrate me winning this bad boy.”
~He cocks another smile and moves the championship slightly~
Ed Houston: “But I told them I was far from ready to celebrate. Winning this championship is just the beginning. I’m going to push myself and this Craze Championship to the moon. People have asked me since I won this thing, ‘How are you going to make sure this championship means something, that it’s not just tossed to the side like so many belts before it?’”
~Ed pauses for a second pondering~
Ed Houston: “See, all my life I’ve come just short of opportunities. I’ve been this close to achieving my life long dream of going to outer space, only to crash and burn. I’ve been a champion in another promotion, only for it to close the very next week. I was this close to winning a championship in OCW only to find myself selling autographs for $5 a pop. I know what it’s like to want something so badly and fight. It’s what I’ve done my whole life, and now that I’ve finally been able to grab this opportunity I’m going to continue to fight. It doesn’t matter if its in a ring, a parking lot, an aircraft carrier or a grocery store. It doesn’t matter if it’s a bunny, a bear, a human or a horse. I will continue to lay it all on the line for this belt and for these fans. Maybe in the future we will have time to celebrate but for now, I’m ready to give some opportunities out and continue to ride this dream out and push the limits. When its all said and done, everyone in the OCW universe will look up at the stars and realize that we are now in the Age of Ed Houston.”
~Ed takes the championship off of his shoulder and takes a long deep look at it before smiling at the camera again and walking off. We cut back to the announce team~
Smith: Strong words from Ed Houston. Often times you’ll see a wrestler grow, confidence wise, leaps and bounds after winning their first title
Hood: Yep…guy has finally achieved something tangible.
Smith: I’m very excited to see who his next challenger might be. Could we see Barnes get a rematch? How about someone like Julliet Brooks?
Hood: Either or…but I’d rather see a two legged Brooks over a one legged Barnes
Smith: Well that’s not very nice. Speaking of the Purple VIP…she continues to rehab her injury from the Bloody TLC contest against Ed Houston at The Greatest Show on Earth. Our best wishes go out to Josie as she will hopefully be back in the ring soon.
Hood: I could have sworn I saw her arrive earlier today
Smith: She is backstage, sure. But I'm told she's still in a lot of pain
Hood: Oh well you made it sound like she was laid up in a hospital somewhere in Nebraska...which is like double scary
Smith: No, she's here...just unable to compete, at this time. But...
~The fans erupt as Zybala's music interrupts Smith. The commissioner steps out onto the stage with a mic in hand and a smile on his face~
Hood: How dare this idiot interrupt the boss and the champ.
Smith: Technically, he's a boss too.
Hood: hashtag not my boss.
~Zybala raises a hand to acknowledge the cheers then makes a motion to kill the music. The music stops and the cheers die down a bit. Zybala raises the microphone and looks out into the crowd...they chant "ZYBALA!" He nods and starts to speak~
Zybala: Matt, first and foremost, congratulations on a hell of a title win. You and TIO beat the absolute shit out of each other and you deserved your win. Your performance last week topped your second B.W. Atlantic City title win on its last show. So my hat is off to you sir. However, I would like to address what happened after the match.
Lukas Emery tried to cash in his "Oh Shit" contract. A contract we had no legal standing to deny, MARCUS! Sorry for trying to save you some legal trouble. Anyways, after some shenanigans of the non-fun variety and some outside interference, including a few people attacking me, I'll get to that later, Emery was screwed out of the title shot he deserved. Plus, TIO deserves a rematch for the belt as well. Then Chad winning his match to become number one contender. That poses a huge question. What to do with all these people that deserve a title shot?
So I've been thinking all week on how to answer this. Then it came to me. At the next super show, Lost At Sea, we are going to have a Four Way Elimination match! It's gonna be the champion Matt Meyhu defending his title against TIO, Lucas Emery, and Chad Vargas!!
~The fans go nuts~
Zybala: Meyhu, I know you're probably throwing a fit backstage. Don't worry Matt. This works in your favor. It's an Four Way ELIMINATION match, not a Fatal Four. If someone else gets pinned, you don't lose the belt, that person is just gone from the match. You must be pinned or submitted for a new champ to be crowned. You can help others eliminate people, or do what you do best and hide behind Marcus until there is only one, tired opponent left.
Second order of business. Last week, two EMPLOYEES decided it was a good idea to attack me. Now I could suspend them, and then Marcus will reinstate them, and we can go back and forth until the end of days, but that will get real tedious, real fast. So, here's what I'm gonna do. At Lost At Sea, it's gonna be Knux and Anthony Wentz versus Mike Zybala and a partner of my choosing in a Flaming Tables Tornado tag team match! The object is simple, set a table on fire, put your opponent through it. That person is eliminated and can't help their partner. And all because I believe in rewarding hard work, and believe me, facing me is hard work, the winning team gets a prize. If Wentz and Knux wins, Anthony will be next in line for a Crazed title shot. However if my team wins, my partner gets that shot.
Now, I..
~The OCWtron flashes on. We see the very frustrated face of Marcus Welsh. The fans BOOO heavily. Zybala turns around, looking up at the giant face of his infuriated GM~
Welsh: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, ZYBALA? A fatal four way for the OCW Title at Lost at Sea? How on EARTH did you come up with the idea that you were allowed to create that match? Not to mention having the audacity to come out here and attempt to MAKE it in front of these fans. What...you think that if you announce it live that I'll be forced to accept it? No way, not gonna happen. TIO and Lukas Emery are NOT involved in the OCW Title scene. It will be Matt Meyhu defending against Chad Vargas - one on one. That's it...that's final.
~Zybala tries to speak but he finds his mic has been cut off~
Welsh: And as if that wasn't enough...oh no, of course that wasn't all...why would it be? You're like the retarded gift that keeps on giving. You go and try to make some ridiculous tag team match for MY show...for MY vision...for LOST AT SEA? Are you serious? You want to put KNUX in a tag team match on a show of that scale? The guy isn't even an active competitor...and not to mention casually throwing yourself into the match while other, active competitors will be sitting at home. No, no...this flaming tables match is a dream and nothing more. There will be NO FLAMING TABLES TAG MATCH AT LOST AT SEA. Lost at Sea will feature FIVE matches...that's it...FIVE. Five singles matches of MY choosing.
~Welsh has to take a breath. He regains something resembling composure and continues~
Welsh: Mike...you're a nice guy, I'm sure. And you seem to really love this, which is great. But OCW is MY vision and I don't need some mickey mouse goofball running around corrupting MY vision. I've allowed you to exist because, for reasons unbeknownst to me you appeal to our owner and, for whatever reason, a portion of our fan base. But I'm telling you...stay in your lane. Know your place...otherwise, if you do not...if you continually swerve into my lane fucking up my groove...there will be consequences Mike. And, unlike your 'consequences', mine hurt, Mike. And I don't want to see you get hurt, I really don't. You're like a kid...an excited puppy...don't make me kick a puppy, Mike.
~And with that the feed cuts. Zybala tries his mic again, only to find it still dead. He drops it onto the ramp and heads through the curtain with a determined look on his face~
Smith: Interesting back and forth by the OCW leadership...not the best idea for management to air their dirty laundry on national programming but, it is what it is
Hood: Can we just hand Zybala over to one of our competitors? Seriously
Smith: Mike Zybala is one of the most popular stars we have and a darn fine commissioner. I hope the two can find some common ground and begin to work with one another rather than against.
Hood: That's never going to happen.
Smith: A guy can dream, can't he?
Hood: Yea, that's what a guy like Zybala does...sits around and dreams all day
Smith: And there's nothing wrong with that. Commish, I've got your back! Anyway...let's cut backstage
~We follow some cameras as they go down the hallways in the backstage area of the OCW Arena. We catch a quick glimpse of Tony the Spider laughing hysterically as he desperately attempts to perform pullups on a low hanging fire sprinkler branch line.~
Smith: Not sure he should be putting that kind of weight on that piping!
Hood: Right… Because he can BARELY complete 1 pull up? And… He’s what, 125lbs?
Smith: True…
~The cameras leave him to his “work out” as it continues its jaunt throughout the backstage area. We see Who’Re fixing her boobs, Josie Barnes and Lukas Emery walk by hand in hand, undercard worker Demolition Dave is seen getting some sort of instructions from an OCW suit.~
Hood: Who the FUCK is that guy?
Smith: You don’t know? That’s Demolition Dave!
Hood: ?????
Smith: No clue, honestly. It’s just what the cue-card says.
~Just as the cameras are about to return to the in-ring activity, just outside the frame sits SOMEONE in a brand new pair of brown work boots, torn jeans, and a “FUCK YOU SAY!?” cut-off t-shirt. As the angle builds up, we see those bad ass work boots belong to CHAD VARGAS!~
Smith: Ladies and gentleman, Chad Vargas is in the house tonight. It’s been a week since the match of his life. I’m surprised he made it to tonight’s Massacre.
Hood: I’m not! Dude is a fucking mad man! A total BAD ASS!
~We get a better look of Chad Vargas, who sits on a bench in the hallway, leaning over with his elbows in his lap. His head is somewhat down, showing a huge gash in the back of his head loosely covered by bandages. His face is swollen, his right eye blackened barely able to open it. No matches on the horizon tonight. He appears deep in thought. A man approaches, and then takes a seat next to him. Vargas looks over slightly, not raising his head.~
Man: Slide over…
~As Vargas hears the familiar voice he picks his head up fast, seeing who it is he brings his fist back ready to fight. The image becomes clearer the more he picks up his head. It’s none other than – BOB GRENIER!~
Grenier: Relax, dick. I come in peace!
~Grenier brings his hands up, showing his palms. Vargas reins in his fist, a slight nod to his long time competitor and fiercest rival. Bob Grenier is in just as rough shape as Vargas is. Neither of them have the energy to throw down, but absolutely would if need be. Vargas slides over a little allowing Grenier room on the bench.~
Grenier: Might as well burn one and put this to bed once and for all.
~Grenier reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette pack. He opens the pack, instead of 20 first class cigarettes, he probably has 35 tightly rolled spliffs inside. He pulls a joint from the pack. He observes it closely, a smile forming on his face as he sniffs it and places it in his lips. He reaches into his pockets and all around his person, looking for something. Just as a small crowd of nameless people pass them by.~
Grenier: Hey, asshole! Gimmie a light.
~This hipster punk gives him a quick look of WHO ME? But can see Bob Grenier is in no mood, and fakely smiles as he summons a lighter from his skinny jeans. He tosses it to Grenier. “Keep it!”~
Grenier: That’s what I thought, choad!
Smith: How does a guy like Bob Grenier not have a lighter on him?
Hood: A guy like Bob Grenier?
Smith: Yeah, a guy like Bob Grenier.
Hood: You mean stoner?
Smith: Well, I mean, well… you know… yes, absolutely. A stoner.
Hood: You know how many different people Bob smokes up on a course of a day? Shit, I just took a couple rips with him earlier this afternoon.
Smith: Figures.
Hood: Yeah you’re damn straight! FIGURES!
Smith: So then why doesn’t he have a lighter genius?
Hood: All that is going on around us and you care about whether Bob Grenier has a fucking lighter or not?! He smokes with a TON of people! He probably gets bic’d numerous times a day!
Smith: Bic’d?
Hood: …COOL KID slang for stolen lighter.
Smith: Ughh…
~The joint hangs from Bob Grenier’s lips as he pulls the freshly acquired lighter up to the joint, and sets fire to the spinner. He takes a nice fat draw off it, inhaling it all in.~
Grenier: Wanted to say ~coughs~ thank you. ~coughs~.
~Vargas shakes his head, as he looks Grenier up and down. After all that’s went on, these two gladiators sit on a bench together backstage at OCW Massacre.~
Vargas: For what? Not killing you? Because I thought about it!
Grenier: Always with the threats…
~Grenier takes another lift off the joint before passing it to Vargas. Vargas pauses a second, before shrugging and takes the joint and takes a hit off it himself. Vargas coughs more than Grenier, been a long time since CHAD VARGAS has puffed the magic dragon.~
Grenier: I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done. See you may have won the match, but I have won the war!
~Vargas looks at Grenier oddly as he hands him back his joint.~
Grenier: Burning my families house down, insurance is going to cut us a BIGGG check! Getting my great uncle’s farm equipment on STARZ tv, they’re paying us to do a calendar! Destroying my Funko POP collection! Funko has sent me EVERY fucking pop EVER fucking made!!!
~Grenier laughs with satisfaction as he takes a nice long haul off his joint.~
Grenier: And lets not forget. Beating me at Greatest Show on Earth. You’ve made it easier for me to retire! Fully retire! I’m going to ride off into the sunset and trip my balls off at Rockfest! I’m done with this wrestling shit, Chad! We had one last match for old times sake. But I don’t want to do it anymore. As much as I wanted to pound your face in, I don’t want to gear up for a match next month with some choad that doesn’t even deserve the spotlight! I’d rather be drinking 40’s and getting high rocking out to Rancid!
~Grenier takes another giant hit before passing it back to Vargas. Vargas nods, taking in all of his statements, as he takes another hit off it.~
Vargas: You have no idea what you’re talking about. Stop acting like you don’t give a shit about this! This is our livelihood… YOUR livelihood. You wouldn’t be shit if it wasn’t for wrestling! Go rock out with your cock out at Rockjam or whatever the fuck, get it all out of your system and come back to what you know and love and what you’re good at PROFESSIONAL fucking WRESTLING! Don’t make me make you accept another match in 6 months!
~Vargas passes the joint back to Grenier, who holds onto it for a second.~
Grenier: You did cross the fucking line there. My Danica! Don’t think for one second I don’t want to rip your fucking throat out for that!
~Vargas shakes his head.~
Vargas: No, you can thank me for that too.
Grenier: Thank you????!!!!
Vargas: That cunt gonna stay close to the house now!
~Grenier can’t believe his ears! Danica, the c-word!?! He nods, somewhat agreeing as he takes a long pull off the j-bone.~
Grenier: I guess she has been all over me the past few days. I’m too sore to accept anything but a blow job.
~Vargas looks at him as if to say ‘What the fuck!?’ Grenier hands the joint back to Vargas, who puts his hands up.~
Vargas: Nah man. I’m good. I’ve already had enough of that shit! Makes me feel…
Grenier: GOOD! Right?!
~Grenier smiles as he destroys the rest of the joint with one drag. He sticks his tounge out and roaches the rest of it, stuffing it back into his cigarette pack.~
Grenier: Well… good talk, eh? Go on and beat Matt Meyhu and win the belt… and I’ll be back to win it back from you, for old times sake, eh?
~Vargas shakes his head he can’t help but chuckle.~
Vargas: Fuck you!
Grenier: Exactly! Well… ROCKFEST here I COME!!!
~Grenier hops up, stuffing the pack of cigs… joints into his shirt pocket. He out stretches his hand to Vargas. Vargas looks at it and then back up to Bob. He climbs up from the bench. That weed really helped his soreness. He may head back to the hotel and get a jog in this evening. He’s a little space-headed but damn, he feels like a million bucks. Vargas thinks a moment before out reaching his own hand toward Grenier. Hands interlocked, Grenier helps Vargas up as the camera gets a close up of the two BITTER rivals exchanging a very gentlemanly handshake…~
Hood: These fucks wanted to MURDER each other last week!
Smith: Has Bob really forgotten all about Aunt Ruth Ann?!?!?!
Hood: Maybe Ruth Ann was a PLANT. You never know with that Bob Grenier...could have been an ex girlfriend doing him a favor
Smith: Ugh, I hope not
Hood: Regardless...those guys have fought each other so many times that there's some fucking respect, regardless of how nasty things get
Smith: Apparently so...I wonder if Chad was invited to the wedding
~Hood pauses and looks at Smith. Smith pauses. They both start to laugh. We cut away to another segment~
~The scene cuts to the outside of a hospital. The sign reads Doylestown Hospital, Doylestown Pa. 18901. You hear the familiar beeping of a hospital machine as the scene quickly shifts to a monitor with green up and down zig zagging lines. The camera zooms out and you see everybody's favorite Tamarin monkey laying in a hospitals bed, almost lifeless hooked up to machines. The camera spins to reveal Curt Canon sitting in a chair bedside holding the monkeys small hand. He looks like he hasn’t left his bedside in a week.~
Curt Canon: ” I’m sorry buddy, I am so sorry. I never meant for this to happen to you. I know you were just looking out for me, but we were put in a cage for a reason. You weren’t supposed to be there. You were supposed to stay in the back. I had him, I had him where I wanted him. Sure I won the match but look what it cost me. You are lying here comatosed and I have been lost for a week. We have been inseparable for a year, and now I need to continue on my quest for the OCW Championship without you by my side….I don’t know if I can do.”
~ Curt grips Checkers hand a little tighter, as the door to the room opens and a doctor walks in.~
Doctor: ”Hello Mr. Canon, so I have some news.”
Curt Canon: ”Well what is it Doc, don’t just stand there with that silly ass expression on your face. Spit it out!”
Doctor: ”I mean I just walked in so….”
Curt Canon: ” Will you please quit stalling and just tell me about my monkey?
Doctor: ” You know patience is a virtue Mr. Canon.”
Curt Canon: ”Patience, I don’t have patience. The only one with patients here is you, and Checkers is one of them.”
~The Doctor looks at Curt with a puzzled glare.~
Doctor: ”Well no, that isn’t what I mean.”
Curt Canon: ”I don’t care what you mean Doc, I just wanna know if my monkey is ok.”
Doctor: ” Well your Monkey has no internal injuries and a few broken ribs, but overall he is doing fine. He should have a full recovery we just don’t know when to expect it. I also want to talk to you about one more thing.”
Curt Canon: ” What is it? Is it serious?”
Doctor: ” It isn’t really serious, It is just...this is a hospital for humans and Checkers is a Tamarin Monkey. I really think it is time to send him to a vet.”
Curt Canon: ” Send him to a vet? Send him to a vet!? Are you crazy!? Are you serious!? Why would I send him to a hospital where he would get worse care?”
Doctor: ” Well again Curt, this is a hospital for HUMANS! Checkers isn’t a human.”
Curt Canon: ” So you are going to be prejudice towards Checkers because he isn’t a human? Because he doesn’t look like a human?”
Doctor: ” It really isn’t me. It’s the health board. We can’t have a monkey in a hospital where we take care of humans.”
Curt Canon: ” Is that so? Well let me tell you something about Checkers. He is more human than anybody I have ever met. I have learned more about being a human from a monkey in one year then I have from other humans in thirty years. When you say you aren’t going to treat him as a human even though he is better than most humans on this planet it makes my heart hurt….it makes my brain want to do bad things and trust me doc, you don’t want me to do bad things. He is one of my best friends, he is one of the best things in my life. You will keep him here, and you will take care of him. You will make sure he pulls through this to watch me capture the OCW Title once more.”
Doctor: ” I understand where you are coming from, but it is out of my hands.”
Curt Canon: ” Well you better make it in your hands. He is staying here and if anyone has a problem with it they can come talk to me directly. Until then he stays here, now leave and give me time alone with my monkey.”
Doctor: ” ….I will see what I can do but no promises.”
~ With that the doctor turns and takes his leave. He exits the room and Curt turns to give his attention back to a comatose Checkers. ~
Curt Canon: ” Oh Checkers you really outdid yourself this time. How I am supposed to face my toughest OCW challenges without you by my side. This is was going to be it, one final push to the top. Now instead of doing it all with you, I have to do it for you. I have to do it for us. One more final push to the top, that is all I need. That is all I have to do and then I am done, and nothing bad will ever happen to you again. It is time to show OCW a new side of Curt Canon, a side that has been lying dormant for over the past decade. I am going to make you a promise. A promise to do whatever it takes to reclaim the OCW Championship. A promise that after I do and my career comes full circle that I am done...and then we can live a happy stress free blissful life. You, me Shannon, and James. Maybe we will even go back to the Amazon and find you a girlfriend, I just need you to pull through this sooner than later. I love you buddy, I need to go now, but I will be back. James will be here to check in on you.”
~Curt stands up from his chair, leans over and gives his friend a kiss on his forehead. He walks towards the door, reaches the handle and slowly opens it. Before he steps outside he turns and gives Checkers a final look. He smiles and nods his head to himself. The door shuts behind him as you hear the sound of Checkers heart monitor while the screen fades out. We cut back to the announce table~
Smith: I never thought OCW's greatest love story would involve a man and a monkey
Hood: Shit man...I've been working here for twenty years...NOTHING surprises me
Smith: Yea, true...I guess I should have seen that coming...or, at the very least, realize to expect the unexpected.
Hood: Always
Smith: Well from one injured, umm, OCW figure to another...let's check in on the Purple VIP herself!
~The cameras cut back to Amelia Emery's locker room. Inside of it is Josie Barnes, along with her friend Trina Roberts. Josie had her leg propped up due to her hip, and leg still being injured. She was hating it, being at the show, and not able to do much, but sit. She was there to support Amelia Emery. She was stuck in a rut at that moment really. She sighs, as Trina looks over at her~
Trina: You alright Josie?
~Josie shrugs her shoulders. She was glad Trina was back there with her, but she knew Trina wanted to be there as well to support Amelia~
Josie: Yeah, just wishing I could be in the ring, not sitting here.
Trina: You know what the Doctor said, you need to relax. You don't want to make your injury worse. At least you only need a few weeks off.
Josie: A few weeks when you are used to wrestling every week again is not fun.
Trina: True, but you need to focus on your injury. Don't worry about the ring, or what is next for you even. I know you, you are already trying to decide what next.
~Josie nods her head. She had been, she couldn't help it.~
Josie: Yeah I am. Nothing wrong with that. It's expected really.
Trina: Right now, don't. Focus on your injury. That and giving Amelia the support she needs tonight.
~Josie thinks about it, nodding her head~
Josie: You are right. I know she is going to do well. I think it helps you are here for her too.
~Trina blushes a bit, as she nods~
Trina: It does. I am glad I am here. Now let's focus on that, and not about what's next for you.
Josie: Fine... for now. Next week will be different.
~Josie smirks, as Trina shakes her head. The cameras cut back to the ring as they continue to talk. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: There's nothing worse than a competitor sidelined with an injury
Hood: Tell me about it...I get riled up every Sunday while watching the Ticket!
Smith: You never played in the NFL!
Hood: Nope but I used to be all neighborhood in Madden...until I suffered a terrible thumb injury. I'd honestly rather not talk about it.
Smith: Alright, fine...be that way...in the meantime...let's head down to ringside for the debut of Melinda Rhodes and the return of Harold Jones!
Singles Match
“The Rebel” Melinda Rhodes (1.5 pts) vs. Harold ‘The Headliner’ Jones (1.7 pts)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall!
~The crowd lets out an eager cheer – they are ready for some in ring action~
~Halestorm's, "Love Bites" assaults the P/A system. Through the curtains steps a fit, pale skinned, raven haired and heavily tattooed woman, her fist raised up in the air. Her dark brown eyes wander over the crowd as she stands upon the stage, taking it all in for a moment. On her face we find dark crimson painted on her full lips and red highlighted black eye shadow over her eyes. Her modest chest is contained by a fringed red and blue leather vest, her ass covered by black and silver tights. She sports standard black pads on her elbows and knees, with knee high laced wrestling boots to match. On her wrists are red, white, and blue bands. Upon her hips rests a thick black leather belt with a large and square silver buckle that reads in an ornate font, "REBEL."~
Belvedere: ON HER WAY TO THE RING....
~She makes her way to the ring with a confident stride, slapping fives with a few outstretched hands as she does so. It doesn't take her long to reach ringside. She climbs the steps, wipes her feet on the apron, and slips through the ropes. Giving the crowd a one finger salute, Rebel Rhodes backs into a corner of her choosing and waits, giving a glare of utter contempt to the fans around her~
Belvedere: FROM ROME, GEORGIA, STANDING AT FIVE FEET AND ELEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO POUNDS...RRRRRREEEEBBBBBEEEEEELLLLL RRRRRRHHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDEEEESSSSS!!!!
~Melinda raises her arm with another middle finger salute to the fans~
Smith: And there she is, Hood…a major signing that management is incredibly high on
Hood: She’s got an attitude, no doubt. We’ll see if she can back it up
Smith: And her opponent couldn’t be a bigger contrast…Harold Jones
Hood: Yea, the type of guy who would crack a joke at a funeral
Smith: He’s not the best comedian around…probably not even the best comedian in this arena…but, hey, at least he gives it his all
Hood: Yea, great…go ahead and encourage the guy…real smart
Belvedere: And her opponent…
~“Who’s Laughing Now” by Millencolin begins to play. The crowd stands and watches as Harold Jones emerges from behind the curtain. He performs a few funny mannerisms. Some people in the crowd laugh…most look at the guy like ‘wtf’. Harold hustles down the ramp and slides into the ring. He poses for the crowd before turning around and spotting Rhodes. Her aggressive gaze causes Harold to stagger back into his corner – an exaggerated stagger~
Belvedere: From The Nearest Comedy Club…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 174lbs…Harold ‘The Headliner’ Jones!!!
Smith: And there’s Harold…he competed in OCW back in 2014…wasn’t long…wasn’t all that memorable but, he was here
Hood: And now he’s back…aren’t we lucky
Smith: The kid has enthusiasm…he’s got spunk…give him a chance. If he were able to pull off the upset tonight…we might be looking at a future contender.
Hood: WOE IS ME
~Belvedere exits the ring…the bell sounds. The crowd seems split. They are into Rhodes due to the fact she seems to be a future contender. However, Harold has a much more pleasant demeanor. So…they decide to hold off and watch some of the match before taking sides. Rhodes appears far more controlled – she approaches Harold. Jones seems somewhat timid and unsure of what he’s gotten himself into. He hops around, out of his corner and along the ropes, circling his opponent, Rhodes, who remains fairly centered in the ring~
Smith: Harold showing jitters early on. I’m not surprised…Melinda Rhodes portrays a daunting image.
Hood: The fuck has he been doing since he was last in OCW?
Smith: Working on his comedy game, I suppose
Hood: Talk about wasting your life!
~Rhodes looks for a lock up…but Harold scoots out of it. Rhodes appears frustrated…but she regains her composure and looks for another lock up. Again Harold scoots away. Finally, Rhodes just says ‘fuck it’ and rushes Harold…he backs away into a corner. Rhodes unloads on Harold with a barrage of lefts and rights!! Her hair is flying in every direction as Harold gets pummeled without mercy~
Smith: It’s obvious that Melinda came here to fight
Hood: And Harold came here to flee
Smith: Indeed
~Harold manages to create some space with his arms. He’s trying to ask for a timeout. Rhodes snares his right arm and tosses him out of the corner with an arm drag! She holds onto the arm for an armbar!! Harold kicks his legs around, wincing in pain. The crowd is starting to come to life…they appear interested in the newcomer, Rhodes~
Smith: No timeouts in OCW, Hood
Hood: Well, not for Harold anyway
Smith: This isn’t the nearest comedy club
Hood: Shit, he doesn’t get time outs at those places either. He just gets hooked off the stage
~Harold manages to squirm his way into the ropes, forcing a break. Rebel gets to her feet and snares Harold by the hair, yanking him up. She whips him into the ropes, Harold bounces off…Rhodes throws a spinning back elbow…Harold ducks…he hits the ropes, bouncing off yet again…he throws a lariat at Rhodes…Rhodes ducks the clothesline and takes off…both competitors hit the ropes simultaneously and bounce off…they run at one another…Rhodes launches into the air and SMACKS Harold right in the face with a flying knee!! Jones stops dead in his tracks…he staggers back and falls through the ropes…he rolls off the apron and is deposited on the outside~
Smith: Fast paced sequence…both wrestlers have a fair amount of quickness embedded within their in ring game
Hood: Yea but only one of them knows what to do with it. She smacked the SHIT out of Harold
Smith: It was a rather aggressive blow
Hood: Probably knocked a few teeth out…the toothless comedian…might actually get a few pity laughs
~Rhodes doesn’t waste time…she hops through the ropes staying right on top of Harold. She pulls The Headliner to his feet and whips him into the barricade! The middle of his back slams into the top of the barricade…Rhodes grabs Harold by the arm and whips him into the apron! He slams into the edge of the apron in similar fashion. He doubles over, reaching for his back. Melinda lifts a knee into his face!! He straights up and rolls onto the apron…Melinda rolls Harold back into the ring under the bottom rope~
Smith: I’m not sure Harold is going to get any offense in
Hood: Melinda looks like she HATES The Headliner
Smith: Yea, she sorta does
Hood: She’s probably seen one of his shows
~Rhodes hops onto the apron. She grabs the top rope and waits for Harold to get up. The Headliner gets to his feet and turns around…Melinda hops onto the top apron and springboards off. She comes down and is met with an eye poke from Harold!! Rhodes stumbles forward, finding the ropes. She reaches for her face, shaking her head. Jones leans against the opposite set of ropes, regaining his composure~
Smith: Well…that’s one way to shift the momentum
Hood: An eye poke…I guess the guy isn’t totally useless
Smith: He’s trying to survive in there, Hood.
Hood: I think the guy is overestimating his potential. He needs to quit chasing his dreams and find a job delivering packages for UPS or some shit
~Jones heads after Rhodes. He spins Rebel around…she throws a wild punch at Harold…it misses due to her impacted line of sight. Harold manages to snare Rhodes, he lifts her up, spins around and drops her in the center of the ring with a spinebuster! He pops up and looks out at the crowd, cracking a smile. He seems to be gaining confidence. A slight ‘Harold’ chant breaks out~
Smith: Unless my eyes deceive me…I think we just saw Harold perform an honest to goodness wrestling move!
Hood: He lucked into it, no doubt
Smith: It looked fairly flawless
Hood: Blind squirrel, Smith. BLIND SQUIRREL
~Jones stands over Rhodes. He starts to giggle. He reaches down and grabs Melinda’s nose…doing the ‘got your nose’ thing. Rhodes reaches up and rips at Harold’s face!!! Harold screams, letting go of Melinda and stomping his feet. Rebel stands and rakes her hand across his face!! Harold falls to his knees. Melinda takes a few steps back and DRILLS Jones in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick! Jones goes limp…Melinda makes the pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Harold survived – barely
Hood: The shit was he trying to do to her nose? Rhinoplasty?
Smith: I think it was meant to be a joke
Hood: Wow, what an idiot
~Rhodes shows no frustration. She gets back to her feet and stomps on Jones. Harold crawls away, into a corner. He grabs the ropes of the middle buckle, working his way to his feet. Melinda kicks at his back…but Harold is able to get to his feet. He turns around…Melinda throws a haymaker...Harold ducks! Melinda’s fist hits the turnbuckle!! Harold rolls her up quickly…Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Harold nearly pulled off the stunning upset!
Hood: Can we quit hiring idiots? I mean, seriously…they are always fucking up the talent
Smith: We’ve got to give everyone a shot, Hood…it’s only fair
Hood: Yea, well, not for the fans
~Harold gets to his feet…he waits for Melinda to return to hers. She does. He throws a Superkick! Melinda ducks. Jones staggers forward. He turns around…Rhodes throws a right hand…Harold blocks it. He throw a right hand and connects! But it doesn’t do much damage. Melinda spins around and knocks the absolute shit out of Harold with a Right Cross (Roll Back Punch)~
Smith: Wow! What a punch…I heard that all the way over here
Hood: Harold’s dentist is LOVING this match
~Harold falls into the ropes…he ricochets off right into the waiting arms of Melinda! She drops him with SHOT IN THE DARK (Diamond Cutter)!!!! Harold is instantly stunned and flips over, motionless. Melinda makes the pin, Scruff counts~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner… “THE REBEL” MELINDA RHODES!!!!!
Smith: Impressive win by Rebel Rhodes! That Shot in the Dark came out of nowhere!
Hood: As did that huge ass fucking punch. After tonight Harold is gonna long for the days of getting pelted by produce
Smith: Indeed…so Rhodes ascends another rung on the OCW ladder with this win. I see big things in her future
Hood: Yea, she’s got the ability…the talent. We’ll see if she sticks. We all thought Kestrel was the next big thing and, well, last I heard she was lost in Idaho somewhere
Smith: She’s not lost! She’s on tonight’s card!
Hood: Oh, really? Huh…well, my point still stands!
Smith: If you say so…regardless, you couldn’t ask for a more impressive debut. What’s next for Rebel Rhodes? Can she work her way onto the Lost at Sea card?
Hood: What…are you asking me? Do I look psychic to you?
Smith: Ugh, never mind. Let’s cut to some footage from a few days ago
**The following footage was seen three days after The Greatest Show on Earth PPV was aired**
Who're: Ladies and gentlemen I'm standing outside the room where Julliet Brooks has been staying ever since her match with Crimson. We are told she is available to speak, so let's see if we could get a word in for you guys.
~She knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Julliet opened the door and invited Who're in as she took a seat on the chair while Who're took to the bed to sit down. Julliet wasn't in a gown as you'd expect, but rather she had on her normal clothing, make up done and hair. Her arms and legs were pretty bruised up and her forehead had a big stitch across it~
Who're: I know you've been through alot, but I wanted to know if you'll give us an update on how you're doing?
Julliet Brooks: I feel like a car wreck right now. I got these lovely bruises on my body, then had to get my forehead stitched it. On top of all that I had a bruise on my muscle, so not exactly a hundred percent.
Who're: Do you know when you will be released from here?
~Julliet smiled and ran a finger through her hair~
Julliet Brooks: Tomorrow actually, but the doc said I should take it easy for awhile until I heal up and then I can get back in the ring.
Who're: Well that's certainly good news to hear, Julliet, but myself and everyone else must know what's next once you're ready?
Julliet Brooks: I still have unfinished business with Crimson. He may have thought it was over between us, but he was wrong. I keep replaying the match in my head over, and over, and over again and it makes me furious over the things he did to me, and even with your help it wasn't enough to take him down, but when I'm ready I will hunt him down and make him pay for putting me in a hospital and all the pain he caused me.
~Who're nodded her head in approval~
Who're: One last question. With Lost at Sea just a month away do you see yourself being included on the card?
Julliet Brooks: You never know what kind of business deals I have up my sleeve. Hell.. we could witness a rematch from The Greatest Show on Earth, or maybe not. I like to keep people guessing what my next move is that way they don't expect it when it happens. Part of my mystery if you will.
~Who're gets up off the bed and walks out of the room. The camera man soon follows. We cut back to the live feed~
Smith: So many injuries from last week...another talented star, Brooks on the mend
Hood: She may be crazy...but I've got to give the woman credit, she's fearless.
Smith: Indeed she is...I look forward to having her back. I can't wait to see what's next for her
Hood: She'd better stay away from Crimson. He almost killed her a week ago...no doubt the guy is looking forward to finishing the job if she gets in his way
Smith: I absolutely loathe that man. So glad we haven't seen him yet...although I'm sure that will change
Hood: It better! Crimson equals ratings!
Smith: I totally disagree
Hood: The champ is here!
Smith: Great...
~“Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West hits and the lights dim. A green glow surrounds the stage as ‘The Marvel’ Matt Meyhu steps out from the back, with his signature smirk on his face. With the OCW title around his waist, he poses for a moment, with his arms out to his side. ‘The Marvel’ nods his head as he slaps his hand on the face of the title and begins to make his way down to the ring. Seemingly in a state of bliss, Meyhu ignores the fans on either side of him and climbs up onto the apron before slipping into the ring. He grabs ahold of the microphone and waits for the music to fade out. He gives an extra moment for the crowd to settle down.~
Matt Meyhu: Well, well, well… Since you’re all expecting me to say it… I’m not going to.
~Meyhu smirks around at the audience, shrugging.~
Matt Meyhu: At the Greatest Show on Earth, I did exactly what I set out to do. I did what some thought was impossible. I stepped into that ring for one whole hour, and I defeated The Incredible One to bring the OCW Championship back home. I… Ah fuck it, I can’t resist. I told you so! Hahaha! I told you so! While you all, along with your former champion, were blinded by hope, and fooled by that one past accomplishment, I did what I knew I was going to do. I outlasted TIO. I outworked him… And I outthought him. And you know what? In the moment, you weren’t very happy about it. The crowd was stunned.
~The crowd begins to mumble to each other about that night. Some boos are sprinkled in for the new champion.~
Matt Meyhu: That must have been rough for you… So taken by surprise that you couldn’t even enjoy my victory with me! I’m sorry for that. I… I should have done more. I should have left no doubt. It should have been a foregone conclusion! You all could have stood on your feet and erupted like I know you wanted to!
~The fans begin to boo a little louder now as Meyhu removes the belt from his waist and drapes it over his left shoulder. He smiles wide for them.~
Matt Meyhu: And that is why I came out here tonight. To give you all a chance to join in on the festivities! What do you say? What should we do first? How about a little song? Sounds great… Eh hem… Hit it!
~A familiar melody begins to play and Meyhu jumps right into the song. His singing voice leaves little to be desired.~
Matt Meyhu: I’ve paid my duuuuues… Time after tiiiiime… I’ve done my sentence… But committed no criiiime!
~Meyhu begins swaying back and forth and raises the title up in the air. The fans continue booing. Several of them point their thumbs to the ground.~
Matt Meyhu: And bad mistaaakes… I’ve made a feeeeeew… I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face! But I’ve come throoooooough!
~He encourages the fans to join in.~
Matt Meyhu: WEEEEEEEEEEE… ARE THE CHAMPIONS! MY FRIENDS! AND WEEEEEEE’LL KEEP ON FIGHTING! TILL THE END!
~A few fans near ringside do their best to be heard. Meyhu does his best to ignore them.~
Matt Meyhu: NO TIME FOR LOSERS! CAUSE WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!... Okay, that’s it! Who threw that?!
~A piece of garbage flies through the air and lands near Matt’s feet. He kicks it away in a fit of rage. He lowers the belt back down to his shoulder as the music cuts.~
Matt Meyhu: Unbelievable. Honestly. This is the thanks I get? After all I’ve done for you people?! Well fine. You don’t deserve to be the champion! I am the champion, all by myself!.. You know, I don’t get it. I saved you. I saved you all! Without me, you would all be sitting here, listening to stories about the good ol’ old days. I’m taking OCW and moving it on to the future. It’s exciting! How is that not what you want? It just- It doesn’t make sense... And it sucks for you. Now that I’m back where I belong, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. You’re stuck with me.
~Meyhu shakes his head in disappointment toward the audience as he adjusts the position of the title.~
Matt Meyhu: You’ve got a dominant champion now. Hell, immediately after that grueling iron man match, I called our commissioner down to the ring, and I told him… Bring on Emery! Bring on that contract. I’m ready. And you know what happened? I successfully defended MY title. Now I ask you… If one of the company’s prized prospects can’t bring me down when I am more exhausted than I’ve ever been before. Who can? Honestly. I want to know.
~Meyhu holds his hand behind his ear, pretending to listen for a name from the crowd. While many of them are shouted out, he doesn’t acknowledge any of them.~
Matt Meyhu: Didn’t think so. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I need to go-
~Before Meyhu can finish his sentence the opening chords of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Needle and the Spoon” controls the soundwaves. The crowd simmers, unsure of what to do. Some boo, some cheer.~
Hood: These dickwagons can’t figure out who they hate worse!
Smith: It is a solid dilemma to have. Both of these guys are not the best of men.
Hood: But they could kick your ass!
Smith: Yours too!
Hood: Yeah, but they actually like me.
~Chad Vargas is seen standing atop the entrance ramp, pacing gingerly still nursing his Greatest Show on Earth wounds. He motions for a microphone as one of the OCW sound guys quickly hand him one. He rips the mic from the guy’s hand practically giving this poor motherfucker whiplash. You can hear Vargas tell him to get fucked as he raises the mic to his lips and begins to speak.~
Vargas: Meyhu, shut the fuck up!
~The crowd was unsure of what to do a moment ago, but all come to a roar at Vargas telling Meyhu to shut his mouth.~
Vargas: You’re out here talking about Lukas Emerson really? Dude is a waste of oxygen. I’ve taken shits bigger and badder than this reject. Not to mention, he’s dating Josie Barnes so how serious can we really take this motherfucker?
~Vargas smirks as Meyhu nods, perhaps in agreement that Lukas Emery is absolutely nothing.~
Vargas: He’s not a challenge, I think we can both attest to that. Instead of worrying about him or TIO or any one of these other cock-jockies, I think you should be worrying about yours truly! The next guy in line to that belt you got on! It’s been a long road back to this point, the road back to CHAD VARGAS CHAMPION AVE rolls right fuckin’ through you, bitch! Instead of coming out here bumping your gums you should be hitting the gym and getting ready for the Southern Hammer! Kiss your wife and hug your kids, ‘cause come Lost at Sea, your pussy ass is going straight to the morgue!
~The crowd pops again, cheaply, still not getting behind Vargas. Vargas smiles arrogantly as he sarcastically salutes Meyhu. Meyhu adjusts the OCW Championship as he smirks down at his next challenger. Out of nowhere, Vargas winds up and zings that fucking microphone right into the crowd. We watch as the butt of the mic slams right into some bitch’s beak. We see in slow-mo as it reaches her nose, hitting it just above the bridge as we watch her head lean back and forth, blood spouting from her nose. Vargas chuckles as he walks back behind the curtain.~
Smith: I cannot believe it. On one hand we have Matt Meyhu who is absolutely detestable and then we have Chad Vargas who is incredibly repulsive. This should be interesting to see these two together over the coming weeks, though, I feel bad for OCW and the fans. Who wants to cheer either one of them on?
Hood: Me. They are both winners in my book. Chad Vargas is looking to reclaim his glory days of 2015 while Matt Meyhu looks to stay on top. It’s usually you that hypes these matches but, this is one i’m personally stoked for!
Smith: You would be.
~Meyhu looks over at the woman who was struck and cringes. He slowly looks away in the opposite direction and holds the mic up to his mouth.~
Matt Meyhu: Ouch… Rub some dirt on that, you’ll be fine. Well… I guess I better go hit the gym then... Say what you will about that guy, he’s angry, he’s hostile, he’s a little misguided, sure. He may not know what he’s getting himself into. He apparently has some bowel issues going on. All valid points. But the man knows how to make an exit!
~Meyhu motions toward the stage where Vargas once stood.~
Matt Meyhu: However… I will NOT be outdone! Hit the lights!
~’We Are the Champions` hits the speakers once again.~
Matt Meyhu: No, the lights! Not the music… You know what, forget it.
~Meyhu drops the mic and climbs through the ropes. He begins stomping up the ramp toward the stage.~
Smith: Quite the match headed our way at Lost at Sea. I wonder what these next few weeks will be like between these two!
Hood: I’m also wondering if that lady will ever have smell in her nose as that mic obliterated her nasal passage!
Smith: On that note...
~The cameras pan to the poor women who is being tended to by THE KNIFE MAN and a couple other nameless paramedics. TKM is really working, his arms flaring everywhere, directing the others as to what to do as they tends to her wounds.~
Smith: Gosh, this is lawsuit city.
Hood: The Knife Man will do such a good job, she will forget what happened. Free tickets for life, I’d go on a limb to say…
Smith: Free tickets for life? I thought you were familiar with this company. She will, at best, receive half off her next large soda.
Hood: Well that's better than nothing!
Smith: Maybe commissioner Zybala will step in and give her something worth her troubles
Hood: Oh so now Zybala is going to start sleeping with fans to win their approval?
Smith: That's not what I meant and you know it!
Hood: I'm just glad Vargas and Meyhu are focused on their match and not preoccupied with crazy man and his fantasy booking
Smith: Vargas and Meyhu is set for Lost at Sea...that's written in stone. What I want to talk about, as we move forward...is what we saw last week happen to Alice Knight. My colleague...the guy sitting next to me orchestrated one of the most brutal sneak attacks in OCW history. As a result...Roach is back and Alice Knight is in the hospital. Way to go, Hood
Hood: You can call me Hood...or you can call me the Savior of OCW...either works
Smith: While I'm still furious with you...I am a professional. I'm told Alice is recuperating at an undisclosed facility to ensure her safety...but she plans on returning
Hood: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
Smith: In the meantime...Roach is back. Let's hear from the returning OCW star
~Scene cuts to a local grudge bar in Florida with a bartender serving a fairly large man straight whiskey on the rocks, the man reveals to be Roach.~
Roach: Keep them coming all night my friend!
Bartender: You got it pal! but shouldn't you be at Massacre tonight?
~Roach takes a swig of his whiskey then looks at the Bartender.~
Roach: I don't need to be anywhere but here, OCW can wait on me. If they want to book me for matches then go ahead book me but that doesn't mean I'm going to show up.
Bartender: So that attck on Alice Knight last week....
~Roach interupts the Bartender before he could finish his sentence.~
Roach: That was unfinished business with Alice and I! she wanted to fuck with me last time around, I should of taken care of that fuck awhile go instead of waiting 4 fucking years. That little attack is just a little taste of what she has coming and if I was everyone in OCW I would be watching their backs too.
~Roach slams the rest of his drink and slams the shot glass cup on the bar.~
Roach: Well thats it for me my friend, got to see if I can score some pick me uppers if you know what I mean, plus I seen a arcade down the road with Mortal Kombat calling my name.
~Roach slams a $10 bill on the bar.~
Bartender: Your tab is a lot more then that!
Roach: Yah I know.....
~Roach stares at the Bartender, the Bartender slowly lowers in head with fear. Roach smiles while shaking his head up and down.~
Roach: Thats what I thought!
~Scene cuts back to the OCW Arena.~
Smith: Nice to see Roach hasn't changed
Hood: I agree!
Smith: This place...sometimes I get the feeling we hire the worst humans imaginable
Hood: We do have an eye for talent, I'll give management that much
Smith: Oh well, hopefully we can move on to something more pleasing
~Smith is cut off by the lights going out completely. An inverted solid white cross glitches across the big screen. Fury Studio hacks the feed then steals it to run it’s own programming. A shot of an unknown individuals back is shown. Cuts cover it and the man’s sides. Two hands holding a small needle hook in one and synthetic thread in the other. The hands pour alcohol on on the gash then takes the needle carefully to begin sewing it up. The shot pans up slightly to reveal, “Fury”, written proudly between the shoulder blades to reveal this unknown man to be Tommy Crimson. This was shot following The Greatest Show on Earth.~
The Fury: I feel no pain, sorrow, nor remorse.
~The camera slowly pans around to show the entire scene. Crimson sits in a chair propped up on the back facing out while Kira Phoenix sews him up from behind. The solid white tiles that line the floor are stained in different spots with blood.~
The Fury: Julliet Brooks was no real challenge for me. She picked her stipulation then lost like the rest will soon. Brooks has not got it like I got it. I tried to kill her and failed but she’s changed now forever.
~Phoenix continues carefully stitch her husband back together in the upscale hotel bathroom.~
The Fury: Now I find out that I have a number one contenders match scheduled for next month. So nearly killing that dumb bitch wasn’t done in vain. Oh, no. I’ve waited my entire career for a shot at that strap. I’ve won many world titles but never this companies. That will all change soon.
~Kira Phoenix continues her work on Tommy’s sides and back. This is a job she’s done many times before. A man like Tommy Crimson needs stitches more than the average wrestler.~
The Fury: I will get put back together and be ready next week for you, Canon. I hope Checkers dies so you will grieve for him. I want you weak on that ship, Curt. This isn’t The Blueprint anymore and Syren’s probably died of AIDs by now. I can only hope.
~Crimson winces from the sharp stab of the needle again. He absorbs in the soreness to push him on. The pain almost wills Crimson to further himself even more in the business of professional wrestling.~
The Fury: These are threats and you can say what you like but we know I will kill you to get that belt. I wanted to do the same to Brooks but she gave in before I got my chance.
~Phoenix finally finishes sewing up Tommy. She bends down slightly and kisses his back softly to help it “heal”. Crimson stands up then lifts his sore arms carefully to put them through the arms of his infamous HUMAN SKIN JACKET before looking into the camera directly.~
The Fury: I am the reigning wrestler of the month and before the end of the summer I will be champion. There is no man or woman here who can stop that from happening. Meyhu knows if he manages to get past Vargas, I will be waiting. Chad also knows that if he wins… I will be waiting. My time has come, Curt. Your time has long passed you by. Ask Brooks what facing Tommy Crimson can do to your life. How you feel after facing down the best wrestler alive, one on one.
~Phoenix takes the latex gloves off with a loud snap. She tosses them on the white floor as the couple both exit the lavish hotel room bathroom. The screen the glitches once more after a frightened female scream can be heard throughout. The inverted cross returns but continues to glitch while the OCW control is restored over the broadcast.~
Hood: The Fury refused medical attention after that brutal match.
Smith: That’s almost crazy.
Hood: Almost? Tommy Crimson is crazy.
Smith: I won't argue that...and now he's got his sights set on Canon. Can Canon really handle the fury of Tommy Crimson?
Hood: He's got no choice...I guess the guy should have laid down for the fuckin bunny
Smith: Well, I'm certainly not suggesting that!
Hood: If I were Canon I'd hook up with Brooks...in more ways than one, if that's what he wants. But I'd definitely get with her...she has her sights set on Crimson...with her help...ya know what, why the fuck am I offering advice to Curt Canon?
Smith: Were you out in the heat too long today?
Hood: Shit, maybe
Smith: Well let's get you some water...in the meantime, let's head backstage
~We cut backstage to find Melinda Rhodes standing alongside OCW Interviewer, AKB. She looks a bit freshened up since we last saw her leaving ringside after her match earlier. Attired in a fringed black leather jacket with matching pants and top, The Rebel regards AKB for a moment as he begins the proceedings....~
AKB: AKB here along with Melinda Rhodes and what a match you had with Harold Jones. So tell us What's-
~She puts a hand up in AKB's face, immediately interrupting him~
Rebel: Shut the fuck up, you Dave Duchovny looking motherfucker! ED HOUSTON! OCW Craze Champion. What up, Buttercup?
~The Rebel walks up to the camera, AKB looking mildly annoyed behind her.~
Rebel: I've got one thing to say and that is, I don't care who I have to break to take that motherfucking championship and put it in these motherfucking hands, but I'm going to do it. You can hide in a big pit of denial, but the truth is that if you ever find yourself across the ring from me, son, you only have two options, run away or get wrecked!
~Her jaw sets and brow furrows as she moves in closer to the camera~
Rebel: And there's not a goddamned thing anyone can do about it, because if anyone stands in my way, they are going to know my pain as I inflict it upon them in the most brutal ways I can think of and I can think up plenty. You can either opt to get the Massacre over with now or at Lost at Sea. Your choice, but I'm coming for you and that championship because before I can win the OCW Championship from Sir Dicklips, Matt Meyhu, I have to prove myself. That's fine and dandy, I've only been proving myself for over a decade and a quarter, no biggie.
~She points a finger briefly at herself as she says with venom in her tone...~
Rebel: ...I shouldn't have to prove myself to anyone at this stage in the game. I should be right there, in line to face Matt Meyhu, not Chad Vargas. Let little Chad Vader get pissy about that if he wants. I'll kick his Confederated ass from pillar to post too, but for now, he can have his shot. I see an opening for the Craze Championship and I'm taking it. Anybody wanna' call shotgun? Step up and I'll end you with a loud Shot in the Dark outta' nowhere and take your fucking head clean off the shoulders! LET'S FUCKING DO THIS!!!
~And with that, The Rebel surged forward and shoved the camera man off his feet, sending the view spiraling madly out of control. We immediately cut back to ringside~
Smith: Strong statement from Rhodes after her impressive debut earlier this evening
Hood: She’s calling out THE ROCKET MAN!
Smith: Indeed…she’s got her sights set high. Big things are ahead for this woman, I believe. And, it could start at Lost at Sea against Ed Houston.
Hood: Now if only that coward will accept
Smith: Since when did Ed become a coward?
Hood: Since NASA kicked him out…I’m pretty sure one of the reasons for his expulsion was ‘cowardly behavior’
Smith: Sounds like FAKE NEWS to me!
Hood: Oh no, believe me, I have sources
Smith: The only source you have is your own ego. Well folks according to my layout of tonight's programming we're due for the main event...so, let's send it down to ringside
~The crowd is buzzed, awaiting the main event of the evening when “Who Taught You How to Hate” by Disturbed plays in the arena. Everyone in the crowd jumps to their feet, exploding in cheers, followed by a loud TIO chant that deafens the music. Former OCW Champion, the Incredible One, slowly walks out onto the stage, wearing non-wrestling gear. The usual fired up TIO is humble today, waving to the fans quietly, with a small smile on his face, thanking them. He walks down the ramp carefully, slapping the hands of some fans down the ramp. He takes in the atmosphere at the bottom of the ramp before going up the steel steps and carefully going into the ring. TIO disregards his usual theatrics during his entrance, simply going to the opposite side of the ring and grabbing a mic from a stagehand.~
Belvedere: Please welcome to the ring… OCW Hall of Famer… THE INCREDIBLE ONE!
~Another mighty applause from the crowd follows Belvedere’s introduction as TIO again bows his head, thanking the crowd. He motions for his music to cut as he attempts to quiet the crowd, but they insist on continuing their massive TIO chant. Finally, after minutes of chants, the crowd softens as TIO raises the mic to his mouth.~
TIO: First off, thank you for that introduction, that was great. It’s disappointing that I come out to you tonight, not as your OCW Champion. The current curse of the OCW Championship is still upon us, where each champion since Alice Knight won it way back in February 2017, there hasn’t been a single successful title defense. I was hoping to break the curse, and triumph but unfortunately, it was not meant to be. I can’t blame it on shenanigans, as Welsh or Knux didn’t get involved… even Lukas Emery didn’t try to cash in during the match. Meyhu got up an early lead and even though I tied it up… he got the final decision… it’s frustrating because I do believe, regardless of the outcome, I was the better wrestler that night. I am not angry with my performance, because in all of my years in wrestling, I never put more heart and soul into a wrestling match then that match. I laid it all on the line…
~A quick pause from TIO allows the crowd a chance to applaud his words and cheer.~
TIO: I mentioned this on Twitter earlier this week… but we need to take the small victories in life. I am an honest man, and I will admit it when I lost. Meyhu walked out champion and I didn’t. Meyhu remains undefeated in singles competition in OCW. However… he doesn’t remain pinless. While he got four pinfalls in sixty minutes… I pinned him three times in FIFTEEN MINUTES. Meyhu is not some wrestling god – no – I proved he is as mortal as I am. He can be pinned, which means if he can be pinned – HE CAN BE DEFEATED!
~The crowd roars with approval as TIO, who was at first quiet and reserved, nods his head in a more fired up approach.~
TIO: So, why am I out here, saying all these things? It’s simple… I was a champion, and now I’m not… but that doesn’t mean I’m going to roll over and forget about the OCW Championship. No! Now, I know Zybala was out here earlier doing what he does...and I don't expect anybody to honor his decree. However, I do expect management to do what's right. I expect Marcus Welsh...the man in charge of the OCW Title scene to honor the very contract he wrote. I expect Welsh to give me the rematch that is written directly into my OCW contract that was drawn up one year ago. And, hey, I'm not a selfish man. I won't shove Vargas out of the way.
So, Chad, consider this a formal apology, yes, you earned a shot at Matt Meyhu but I am here tonight, to inform you all, and everyone in the back, I am officially invoking my rematch clause, and making the match at Lost at Sea a triple threat match!
~The roof of the OCW arena almost pops off from the response of the crowd. They were tricked into believing Zybala earlier but this time...surely this time they will get what they want. I mean it's a rematch clause...this HAS to be ironclad. Another loud and heavy TIO chant fills the room until Marcus Welsh comes out onto the stage, receiving a chorus of powerful boos. He has a smirk on his face, and a microphone in hand.~
Marcus Welsh: Powerful speech TIO… truly inspiring words; I hope to find it one day when I open up a fortune cookie. I was going to leave you be – I mean, you’re already going through a lot because you’re no longer the face of the company, but what do I hear about a rematch clause? What makes you, Zybala and every other Monday Morning quarterback think you can just announce and add yourself into the main event of MY show?
~TIO is leaning against the ropes, shaking his head at the General Manager. The crowd begins a “you suck” chant.~
Marcus Welsh: Here’s the reality of your situation, Mr. Incredible. I don’t know how other companies run their shows, but here in OCW, your contract doesn’t have a rematch clause. No one’s does. That’s it. To quote yourself, “you were OCW Champion, and now you’re not.” Now, I’m not a bad guy here. I’ll let you challenge for the championship again – but you got to earn it again. Simple as that. I’m officially out here to inform you that you’re at the back of the line. So gear up, win some matches, and maybe you’ll get that second chance. Now if you’ll excuse me… I’m a busy man.
~Welsh vacates the stage, leaving the crowd disappointed and angry. Massive boos flood the arena as a frustrated TIO kicks the bottom rope and grabs his hair. He thinks for a moment, looking out at the bitter crowd.~
TIO: You know what? I’m fine with that. Any normal man would be distraught, angry at this news… but I’m no normal man… I’m incredible. Welsh thinks he can remove clauses from my contract and that’ll distract me from trying to regain the OCW Championship? No way! Mark my words, and mark your calendars, because today is the day TIO becomes more focused than ever, and I’ll defeat anyone I have to become the number one contender again – I will become the number one contender. And then, I’ll become the OCW Champion again. And no one will get in my way, and no one will stop me… BECAUSE I’M THIS DAMN INCREDIBLE!
~TIO flips the microphone out of his hand as his music plays him out. The crowd cheers in excitement as TIO slowly leaves the ring and slaps the hands of the fans at ringside as the camera cuts to ringside.~
Smith: TIO looks more determined than ever!
Hood: Doesn’t mean shit. As long as Meyhu is champ, TIO will always be a chump.
Smith: It will take TIO everything in him to take down Meyhu, if he is still champion.
Hood: And IF TIO becomes the number one contender.
Smith: Indeed, anyways folks just before the main event we have AKB standing by backstage. AKB?
~The camera cuts to backstage to AKB who is about to speak but the crowd can be heard largely reacting to something happening in the arena.~
Smith: Sorry AKB we’ll have to come—HOLY HECK!
Hood: IS THAT—wait, did you say HECK?!
Smith: Yes, I will not shout profanities on the air!
Hood: Oh my fuck…
~Before the announce team can utter the name, the cameras cut hard back to the top of the ramp, where TIO is shown on the stage, on the ground, coughing frantically and holding his ribs. The camera pans to a man standing above him, who is revealed to be ‘Professor’ Bradley Carrington!~
Smith: Bradley Carrington has returned to OCW – and has attacked one of its top stars!
Hood: I hope TIO has brushed up on his history because SCHOOL’S BACK IN SESSION!
Smith: Are you proud of that?
Hood: Fucking right I am.
~Carrington has a smirk on his face as he breathes in the jeers from the crowd. TIO is at Carrington’s feet, trying to pull himself up with Carrington’s pants but Carrington kicks him back down before going down to the ground with him and locking in his Cornell Clutch triangle choke! TIO is frantically trying to escape the hold but Carrington has it locked in hard on the already injured TIO. The crowd boos even louder as TIO’s movements begin to slow down. Finally, referees from out back rush to the stage trying to free TIO from the clutches of Carrington. TIO is not moving, saliva coming from his mouth, as Carrington finally unhooks the triangle choke.~
Smith: Carrington making a massive statement in his return to OCW.
Hood: No shit, he just made a former OCW Champion pass out.
Smith: Granted TIO is already hurt; it is still a huge moment indeed.
~Carrington laughs as referees are calling to the back, and moments later medics start rushing out with a stretcher. Leslie and Jenna come running out, checking TIO out as he lay motionless on the stage. EMTs strap TIO to the stretcher and wheel him out, as Carrington watches his handiwork leave the stage as the cameras cut to ringside.~
Main Event – Triple Threat
Kestrel (2.1 pts) vs. “Dirty Pirate” Anthony Wentz (1.45 pts) vs. “The British Butterfly” Amelia Emery (1 pt)
~We cut to Belvedere in the middle of the ring. We see Kestrel already standing inside the ring, ready for competition~
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen…it is now time for our main event of the evening! Introducing first…already in the ring….Kestrel!
Smith: Well during all that, Kestrel has made her way to the ring.
Hood: Kinda unimpressive if you ask me.
~Before Smith can retort, Belvedere resumes his job.~
Belvedere: And her opponent, weighing in at pounds, he is "The Dirty Pirate" Anthony Wentz!
~"Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me the Horizon hits the airwaves. Moments later, Anthony Wentz, makes his way out. He pauses on the stage before making his way down to ringside. Once he reaches the ring, he removes his glasses, hat and modified clothing. As he finishes, he walks around ringside before climbing into the ring. He taunts the crowd then climbs through the ropes into the ring. As he makes his way around the ring. The music fades as the lights turn back to normal.~
Belvedere: And their opponent, weighing in at 120 pounds, from London, England...this is Amelia Emery!
~The opening rift to "Wings of a Butterfly" blares over the sound system and a few moments pass but no Amelia. The music stops and still nothing. Lots of murmurs ripple through the crowd and a few fans start to boo. Scruff shrugs and rings the bell. Wentz looks smug and charges at Kestrel and rams his shoulder into her shoulder and tackles her into the corner. Wentz grabs the middle ropes and uses it to help him drive his shoulder repeatedly into Kestrel's stomach. Scruff starts a count of five, but at four, Wentz backs off. As he backs up, he jumps up and hits Kestrel with an enziguri. Kestrel crumples to the mat and Wentz spreads his arms wide, absorbing the boos from the fans.~
Hood: And Wentz is taking it to Kestrel hard and fast. This is why the boss has taken a shine to this young man.
Smith: You mean besides the fact that Wentz acted like a hired gun last week and screw Emery out of being the champion?
Hood: Don't blame Wentz for Emery's lack of ability. It apparently runs in the family. Where is his sister?
Smith: I have no idea. I saw her earlier around catering before the show.
Hood: Oh. Then she's probably bitching to Mr. Welsh about the food. You know how those limey Brits always whine about how they don't like our American food. WEAK ASS stomachs!
~Wentz grabs Kestrel by the hair and drags her back to her feet. He tries to whip her to the opposite corner but she counters, pulling him into her and grabbing Wentz arm, attempting a Kimora lock! Wentz is struggling, trying to keep Kestrel from locking in the move. During the struggle, Kestrel jumps up and wraps her legs around the waist of Wentz, trying to use this for extra leverage. She manages to get Wentz to his knees and bending his arm, but still can't fully lock in the move. Wentz is slowly losing the fight, and in a last ditch move, swings his head back and crashes it forward into Kestrel's! The headbutt dazes Kestrel, making her release the hold. Wentz, dazed himself, falls back a bit but quickly regains his senses. He pulls back his arm to his side before Kestrel can go back to attacking it. The two opponents are slowing trying to get to their feet~
Smith: We almost had a quick one there. After coming out of the gate hard, Wentz was caught off guard by Kestrel going for Clipping Wings.
Hood: Shit! I thought I would get home early tonight.
Smith: What do care when you get home for?
Hood: Bitches.
Smith: Care to elaborate?
Hood: I do not.
~The big screen turns on and we can see Amelia Emery, looking worse for wear walking the hallways, more than likely heading for the ring. She is just about to the gorilla position when Head of Security Knux comes up from behind her and grabs her in a bear hug~
Knux: The boss said you ain't going nowhere girly.
~Amelia is struggling and shouting obscenities but Knux has the strength advantage. There is a loud noise of metal hitting flesh and Knux releases his grip and Amelia stumbles forward. She turns to see the big man fall to his knees and see Zybala holding a steel chair. He hits Knux with it one more time for good measure before pointing to the ring with an exasperated look at Amelia. She gives a nod and runs through the curtain and down the ramp~
Smith: This is a joke…what is Knux doing…just let the woman compete in her debut!
Hood: He probably hit on her and got rejected.
Smith: Could be…I mean it seems as though Amelia wouldn’t be interested in Knux
Hood: He does come off as kinda dumb, I agree
Smith: Well, I meant for other, more personal reasons…reasons pertaining to Amelia’s romantic proclivities
Hood: I don’t understand what you just said…but if you’re implying she’s got a thing for Zybala well, then, she’s the idiot, not Knux
~Kestrel and Wentz are on their feet. Amelia is making her way to the ring. Kestrel throws a palm strike, Wentz ducks it. He hooks Kestrel, lifts her up and slams her into the mat with a modified Rock Bottom. Wentz thinks about the pin but stops, upon seeing Amelia approach the ring. He stands, awaiting her arrival~
Smith: Strong move by Wentz.
Hood: And now he’s ready for Amelia who seems incredibly weak. I mean she hasn’t even stepped into the ring yet and she’s already exhausted
Smith: She was attacked backstage!
Hood: I guess every woman is a victim in your eyes, Smith
Smith: No, not every…but in this instance, yes…Amelia is a victim!
~Amelia pauses at ringside, realizing the situation she faces. She carefully ascends the steps. Wentz motions for her to enter. She is tentative, surveying her options. She starts to climb the corner. Wentz places his hands on his hips, surprised by her chosen path. She reaches the top and prepares to jump off. Wentz takes a few steps back and positions his weight on his heels, anticipating a plunge by Amelia. Instead, Amelia drops down into the corner. This pisses Wentz off. He charges in…she leaps into the air and hurdles over Anthony. He slams chest first into the top buckle. He staggers backward right into a roundhouse kick to the side of the head!! Wentz falls to his knees, leaning up against the middle rope~
Smith: Wow! Great planning by Amelia…she took a tough situation and managed to clear it with flying colors
Hood: Flying colors, eh?
Smith: It’s just a saying, Hood
Hood: Well what the fuck does it mean? What’s a flying color…like a fucking rainbow shooting across the sky?
Smith: I couldn’t tell you
Hood: I need to Google this shit
~Amelia sprints toward the ropes, she swings her legs around, looking for a 619…but Wentz catches her legs!!! He drags her into the center of the ring and starts to spin her around in a swinging motion!! Amelia places her hands around her head to prevent dizziness. Kestrel gets to her feet…Wentz slings Amelia right into Kestrel!! We hear a loud “THUMP” as their heads smack into each other!! Kestrel’s knees give out and she collapses to the mat. Wentz tosses Amelia aside…her limp body slides across the mat into the nearest corner~
Smith: Oh my goodness! Did you hear that? Both women may be concussed
Hood: Anthon Wentz giving no shits. What a move!
Smith: He’s clearly in the driver’s seat at the moment
Hood: Speaking of IDIOMS…here’s the meaning for passing with flying colors. It has a nautical history…derived from when ships would return home with their "colours"…what the fuck, who spells colors that way? Stupid British. Ahem…anyway…when ships would return home with their ‘colours’ flying to show they had been victorious.
Smith: And I believe, in that context, colours actually means flags!
Hood: Yea, I don’t know…I just hate the saying even more than before.
~Wentz managed to scale a nearby corner during Hood’s lesson. He looks down at Kestrel and jumps off with a no hands, diving head butt!! The head on head contact is flush! Kestrel remains motionless. Wentz gets to his feet, stumbling around, holding his jarred cranium~
Smith: Interesting choice of maneuvers
Hood: He’s equal opportunity, Smith.
Smith: I don’t think so, Hood
Hood: Agree to disagree…one thing I know for sure, however, is that Kestrel probably has severe trauma to the head by this point…cranial bleeding, most likely
Smith: I hope not!
~Wentz regains his focus. He snares Kestrel by her thick, forcing her to her feet. He boots her in the gut and hooks her for a suplex. Wentz hoists Kestrel into the air and brings her crashing to the mat with a Swinging Sidewalk Slam!!!! The fans pop for the neat looking maneuver. Wentz stands over the body of Kestrel…he knows she’s ready to be pinned, but he’s got one more move in mind~
Smith: This has gotten ugly. Kestrel needs medical attention
Hood: Ya know…her face has healed up rather nicely after that attack from Checkers. It’s a shame she’s more than likely a vegetable now.
Smith: Her facial healing is merely a testament to the skill and efforts of The Knife Man!
Hood: That or she just blew the whole fucking thing out of proportion in an effort to avoid being defeated by a man who talks to monkeys.
~Wentz drags Kestrel into a corner. He props her up, into the corner. She leans back, unable to maintain a standing position on her own. Wentz steps through the ropes and climbs the same corner, reaching the top. He begins to walk along the top rope, preparing to deliver a devastating maneuver~
Smith: I believe he’s looking for Walk the Plank!
Hood: Game.Set.Match.
~Wentz is about to leap off when Amelia shoots into the frame, throwing her body into the ropes!!! Wentz loses his balance and gets crotched across the top rope!!! Amelia gets to her feet…she positions her weight and thrusts forward with a superkick into Anthony’s head!! He flips over the top rope and lands onto the apron…he manages to hang on to the bottom rope to keep from falling all the way to the floor~
Smith: And just like that Amelia is back in it!
Hood: These fucking triple threats…ruining all this up and coming talent…first Healy and now Wentz
Smith: He hasn’t lost it yet, Hood!
Hood: What are you talking about…Kestrel is basically a corpse. All Amelia has to do is cover her and it’s over
~Amelia falls to her knees. She’s still vastly impacted from the damage suffered pre-match and mid-match. She crawls toward Kestrel and makes the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
NO!
~Wentz breaks up the pin just before three! The crowd reacts with shock! He gets on top of Amelia and controls a mount position. He starts throwing rights and lefts at Emery’s head, hoping to render her unconscious~
Smith: Tremendous recovery by Wentz…and now he’s going to attempt to end Amelia’s hopes of winning her debut
Hood: He’s about to knock that woman out!
Smith: You are appallingly excited over the possibility
Hood: What can I say…I like pirates
~Amelia manages to get her legs up and she hooks Wentz in a Triangle!! Wentz is taken by complete surprise. He wiggles his arms around, trying to get free. Once he realizes that’s impossible, he throws his legs out as far as he can, finding the bottom rope. Scruff comes in ordering a break…Amelia waits for the full five seconds before releasing a red faced Anthony Wentz~
Smith: She’s got skill, Hood
Hood: Yea, she apparently does have skill.
Smith: Every time it appears as though she’s out of it…every time Wentz has a path toward victory, she rises back up and gets in his way
Hood: He’s controlled this match from the start…it’d be a damn shame if he lost
~Amelia gets to her feet. Wentz struggles to find his footing – in a corner. Amelia charges at Wentz, hopping over Kestrel’s body in the process. Wentz hoists her into the air! She lands, front first on the top buckle!!! In a seated position, Amelia leans board, grasping at the post, in pain. Wentz turns around and starts to climb~
Smith: This does not look good for Amelia
Hood: Bitch thought she was so smart with her corner move earlier…HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES, SWEET HEART?
Smith: And some people still find it shocking that you’ve never been married
~Wentz stands on the top buckle…he hooks Amelia around the waist, forcing her up. The fans rise with anticipation. Wentz tosses Amelia over his head with a Top Rope Release German!! Wentz loses his footing as a result of performing the move and is hooking a Tree of Woe! Amelia flips all the over, landing on her feet. Kestrel is right in front of her…she crawls forward with the pin. Wentz can’t get his legs unhooked. Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner… “THE BRITISH BUTTERFLY” AMELIA EMERY!!!!!
Smith: Wow! I can’t believe she pulled it off!
Hood: Luck is for losers, Smith…and that was a lucky win
Smith: RUDE
~Amelia exits the ring promptly after her win. She's in rough shape and doesn't want to catch the impending wrath of Wentz. She heads up the ramp. She stops to take a moment. She smiles, holding her arms in the air~
Smith: Take it in, Amelia! You did one heck of a job!
Hood: Fucking showboat
~A figure emerges from behind the curtain! The crowd points. Amelia turns around to stop a man wearing a zip up hoodie. She braces. He steps forward, slowly...he's using the aid of a cane~
Smith: I think...I think that's OCW Hall of Famer Mack O'Connor!
Hood: Normally I'd mock you for being so stupid but, I mean, half our roster is in the fucking hospital right now
~Amelia remains poised. The hooded figure removes his head gear to reveal Mack O'Connor! The look on his face says he isn't fucking around. Amelia throws a kick into his stomach! Mack doesn't move. Amelia screams in pain, clutching her shin~
Smith: What the heck!?
Hood: Wow, Mack has really been working on his abs...things are hard as steel!
~Mack steps near Amelia, who is hobbling on one leg. He smiles for a moment, enjoying the fact he isn't the only person atop the stage with more than just a limp. He drills Amelia in the gut with the cane!! The crowd boos~
Smith: What is he doing this for?! Amelia hasn't done anything to wrong him!
Hood: Maybe he just hates the name Amelia...an ancestor put a large sum of money on that female pilot...betting she'd be successful in flying around the world
Smith: Yea, I doubt that
~WMack steps forward...he grabs Amelia, lifts her up and drops her with Claymore!!! She SLAMS with a huge thud on the steel!! Mack struggles to his feet. As he does, we see Wentz approaching. Mack turns around, poised to hit him with the cane. Wentz smiles and appears to approve of what Mack has done. He backs away, not wanting to get hit and heads through the curtain~
Smith: Some man Wentz is...couldn't even attempt to spare Amelia
Hood: Well, maybe she shouldn't have robbed him of a win
~Mack stands over Amelia. He yells at her. We pick up what he's saying~
Mack O'Connor: Tell your brother if he wants to cash in on someone...he can cash in on me!
Smith: What does that mean?
Hood: Ah man...he's done it. He's officially killed more brain cells due to alcoholic consumption then he could afford to lose.
~Mack unzips his hooded sweat shirt. The crowd gasps with shock~
Smith: Hood...is that...is that the Paradigm Championship?
Hood: I think so...here we go...back to having a belt for every competitor...WEAK ASS BOOKING
Smith: Just because he's wearing it doesn't mean it's sanctioned, Hood. Last we saw Mack and Welsh were NOT on the same page
Hood: True that.
~Mack backs away, through the curtain. A few minutes later we see Trina rush out, checking on her close friend. Amelia isn't moving. She's been knocked unconscious~
Smith: What a terrible way to end your debut evening - especially after a win. I hope Mack O'Connor is punished for these actions
Hood: Well, you know Lukas is going to try
Smith: Indeed...well folks...that's it for tonight...it appears we are moving full steam ahead toward Lost at Sea. We've got some answers but still a TON of questions
Hood: Hey, at least the main event is settled...at least we're getting Vargas and Meyhu
Smith: That is one thing we can, well, in our own different ways look forward to. In the meantime, I'm Smith and alongside me, as always, is Hood. We'll see you next week!
~We fade to black~