OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, April 22nd 2019
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~It’s that day once again – Monday. The Monday following a holiday weekend…these are the worst. Thankfully work wasn’t too busy. We were able to sort of coast in preparation for returning home and rewatching Game of Thrones. The microwave counts down while giving a bowl of pasta a nuclear blast of regenerating heat. We scroll through out phone, checking out that despicable site known as TWITTER. Our favorite OCW wrestlers are obviously amped up for tonight’s show. The microwave beeps. The pasta is removed. A giant soda waits for us on the table next to the count. Plopping into the sofa, we take our first bite of the reheated meal. Blegh. This shit is never good reheated. We should have stopped for a snack. OH WELL. The TV turns on to reveal the HOTv logo followed by that Monday Night Massacre image. Leaning back, we take another bite…why the fuck are we eating this? It’s not any good. It’s got a shitload of calories. We take another bite. Whatever, just continue eating, I guess. The screen cuts to the sold out OCW Arena!! The fans are on their feet, ready for some action. The Block Party logo is seen at the bottom of the screen with a countdown…we’re less than ONE WEEK away! Hot damn. The camera pauses on a person wearing a hoodie…their face isn’t visible. They are just in the crowd looking very ominous. ‘Weird,’ we think, while forcing down another mouthful of flavorless pasta. Alright, fuck this. There’s got to be something – ANYTHING better in the fridge. Smith begins his weekly hype job~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Smith and alongside me, as always, is Hood!
Hood: You got that right
Smith: Tonight is the GO HOME show to Block Party…can you believe it’s already here?
Hood: HEY! It’s not here yet…calm the hell down, man. We’ve still got a week.
Smith: Three tournament matches are slated for this evening as we finalize the field of 8 competitors who will fight it out for the Block Party Tournament Championship.
Hood: Andrea Hernandez tweeted out that tonight had an ‘upset’ vibe…we’ll see if she’s prophetic or off her meds…or both.
Smith: A Hall of Famer is featured in each of those three battles so, yes, upsets are available to be had. But, that’s not all…
Hood: Monday’s mean The empire!
Smith: The OCW Title is on the line next Monday in a Process of Elimination Match. Tonight is the final opportunity for the six individuals involved to make a statement.
Hood: Yea but if they don’t I’m sure it’s due to ‘legal reasons’.
Smith: Whatever that means…we’ve also got The Dravers taking on Ninja Rebellion…the winning team is lined up for a tag title shot after Block Party.
Hood: I see a lot of promise in Ninja Rebellion. Those two are so hot right now!
Smith: Myst is back in action. Sterling Silver faces the biggest test of his career in Robert Morbidus and Larson Ridley makes his in ring debut! So much going on tonight let’s not waste any time in getting to it!
Hood: I’m not the one talking.
Smith: Down to the ring we go as Larson Ridley is set to make his debut!
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Singles Match
Larson Ridley (0-0) vs. Shootah (0-3)
~Shootah is standing in the ring. He looks as ready to go as he’ll ever be…which, in Shootah lingo translates to “not at all.” Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Our first match is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, here is SHOOTAH!!
~Shootah waves quickly to the fans and goes back to focusing in the corner once again.~
Smith: What can you say about Shootah at this point in his OCW career?
Hood: Who wants to say anything?
Smith: Well, at least he keeps coming back. That's something.
Hood: The act of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. Shootah needs to figure that out!
Belvedere: And this opponent, standing 6'5" and weighing 240 lbs, from Bethel Park, PA, here is LARSON RIDLEY!!
~The arena goes dark except for the rapid flashing of strobe lights from above the ring and entrance way as the opening chords of "Price to Play" by Staind blast through the P.A. system. The fans give a mixed reaction and a thick layer of fog rolls across the stage set as Larson Ridley flips open the black curtain and steps out into the spotlight, a confident smirk on his face. He takes a moment to take in the heat from the crowd before slowly making his way down the ramp toward the ring, trading verbal jabs with the more outspoken fans in attendance. Hopping up onto the apron, Ridley turns towards the hard camera and leans back, putting his arms out over the top rope with a cocky expression on his face to a majority of boos. Unshaken, Ridley steps through the ropes into the ring and begins harassing the ring announcer and referee, as well as Shootah, who tries to ignore him unsuccessfully.~
Hood: This is Larson Ridley's debut, and so far I like his style!
Smith: You always like the arrogant ones.
Hood: They have confidence in themselves, Smith, something you should work on!
Smith: Hey, I've taken some online classes!
~The bell rings. Ridley is still talking trash to Shootah, who is trying to use it for motivation. He glares back at Ridley, then says a few things back, but stumbles over the insult, getting confused. Ridley laughs at him, as Shootah turns away, looking disheartened. The fans give a cheer for him in response, trying to fire Shootah up.~
Smith: Looks like Ridley's starting to get under Shootah's skin.
Hood: Not surprising, Shootah's skin is thinner than the skin on an apple. Playing mind games like him is like a chess mastermind playing against a hopped-up hippie.
Smith: Still, he's got the crowd support over Ridley. Will that mean anything?
Hood: Are you joking?
~Ridley starts yelling out at the audience, with little interest in Shootah. He yells out "The Real Deal!" and poses, but the boos keep coming. Shootah, meanwhile, is getting talked to by Scruff, and nods his head. He starts to pump himself up again, using the ropes for leverage as he shakes them back and forth. The crowd starts to react as he bounces from foot to foot, energizing himself.~
Smith: Shootah's firing up!
Hood: Don't pass out again, man!
~Ridley watches, his smirk never leaving his face, as Shootah finishes energizing and turns to him. He once again does the point, earning a "YOU!!" from the crowd. Ridley points at himself, mouthing "Me?" Shootah nods, and points again ("YOU!!"). Ridley points over at Scruff, but Shootah shakes his head and steps forward, pointing even closer ("YOU!!!!"). But he's stepped a little too close, as Ridley knocks his hand away, kicks him in the gut, and lifts him onto his shoulders. A second later, Ridley spins and drops Shootah in the second half of the Grand Larsony!!! The stunner variation knocks Shootah out immediately, and Ridley cockily just puts a hand on the man. Scruff, shaking his head, makes the count.~
1!
2!
3!!
Belvedere: Here is your winner... LARSON RIDLEY!!
Smith: Well, the crowd's not happy, but I doubt they expected anything different.
Hood: I appreciate the point, and how it's becoming part of Shootah's repertoire, but he needs to start working on some other things to add... like a punch, or a kick to the nuts.
Smith: Or maybe something that won't get him DQ'ed.
Hood: At this point, a DQ loss would be a step up.
Smith: Either way, congratulations to Ridley for getting himself a victory. For only performing one move, he certainly looked impressive.
~We cut back stage to the office of General Manager Mike Zybala and Commissioner Welsh. Welsh is nowhere to be seen as Zybala is at his desk working on his computer. Suddenly, the office door opens without the warning of a knock and in storms an angry looking Mario Maurako. Zybala looks up from his work at the wrestler.~
Zybala: What can I do you for Mario?
Maurako: You can start by showing me some of the respect I deserve, and overturning that terrible decision last week! Everyone in the arena saw Langston hit me with that chain! Put me back in the Tournament right now!
Zybala: So you're saying that because someone gave you a taste of your own medicine, I should be all sympathetic and let you back in? Why would I do that?
Maurako: Sympathetic? No. Your officials are incompetent! How is anyone supposed to take this company seriously? On top of ALL of that. You OWE me! Maybe you forgot, but I’m the guy who put together the team that won you this little job back at Death March, and I haven’t even received so much as a ‘Thank You’. So now you’re going to give me the respect that I’ve earned, and that I deserve, and overturn that incompetent referee decision, thus naming me the winner last week.
Zybala: I can’t do that Mario.
Maurako: What do you mean you can’t do that!? Last week you put Duce Jones and Max Ironside into the tournament to fill spots. What have they accomplished in OCW? Not a damn thing! I’m a two time OCW Hall of Famer, which is two times more than you might I add.
Zybala: I don’t have an opening in the tournament at the moment, and I’m not reversing Scruff’s decision from last week.
Maurako: Then put me back in the Main Event at Block Party!
Zybala: You have been “Blocked” from the Main Event.
Maurako: Seems like I’m being “Blocked” from a lot of things. It seems to me that you are trying to ‘block’ me from crossing off the OCW Title from my bucket list. You wouldn’t be doing that, now would you Mikey?
Zybala: Why would I do that? I do appreciate the fact that you were on the team that helped me get my current position, so thank you for that. But you didn't win that tourney did you? And you didn't win in your last tourney match, did you? Granted there was interference, but that's the nature of the beast we call wrestling. You jump somebody, you can be sure they will come for revenge. I don't mind giving you a title match when YOU earn one, but when you have a lackey win a match for you, why should I reward you instead of them? Had you been the one to beat Biff, I wouldn't think twice about putting you in the main event. Alas, you didn't which is why you aren't in the Process match.
~Mario doesn't take kindly to Zybala's word and it shows. His face contorts in anger as he walks up to the desk, and slaps Zybala right across the face! The shock of getting smacked quickly wears off as Zybala gets to his feet and gets right in Mario's face.~
Zybala: And you want Welsh in charge?!? If you did that to him, you would have been fired yesterday! But lucky for you, I'm not Marcus. You wanna get physical? Fine. I'll make you a deal. You versus me at Block Party, and if you win, you become number one contender. If you lose, you quit complaining about how “unfair” I'm treating you. Now get out of my office while you have use of your legs.
~Mario balls up his fist and this time clocks Zybala right in the jaw which knocks him back into his chair. Zybala rubs his jaw as he eyes Mario.~
Maurako: No Deal! You’re not taking my title shot! But I’ll put it on the line against you if that is what you want. But you’re going to put something up too. When I beat you at Block Party Marcus is back in charge. Mario giveth and Mario taketh away.
~We cut back to ringside~
Smith: Mario and Zybala at Block Party!
Hood: Good night Mikey Z...all that fucking guy can do is throw a superkick. Mario's got this.
Smith: Mario's putting his OCW Title shot on the line...Zybala, meanwhile, seems to be putting his GM spot up for grabs.
Hood: Fans, if you aren't pulling for Mario then I don't even know what to say...maybe find a cliff somewhere to dive off of.
Smith: Don't listen to him, fans! Mike Zybala and Mario Maurako will do battle at Block Party...a late addition to an already stacked show!
~The scene changes from inside the arena to a sunny afternoon in suburbia. The camera is focused on the steeple of a church as "Jesus Baby" by Faith + 1 plays~
~The camera pans down to reveal OCW's newest superstar, Chastity Temple. She is the very picture of purity in her signature schoolgirl outfit as she smiles sweetly.~
Chastity: Hello, America! My name is Chastity Temple and I'm here to speak to you straight from the heart.
~At the mention of "heart" the camera pans down to focus on Chastity's small-busted chest.~
Chastity: Hey! What're you looking at?
Cameraman: Uhhh... a pair of B's, I'm guessing.
Chastity: Bees? Ack! Get 'em away from me!
~She flails away at the non-existent insects before calming back down and resuming her composure.~
Chastity: OK, edit that stuff out and I'll take it from the start. Hello, America! My name is Chastity Temple and I'm here to speak to you straight from the heart. About the things that make our country great, like faith. And family.
~She walks along until she gets to the playground next to the church. The camera follows her as she makes her way through the park. There are plenty of children at play.~
Chastity: What we have right here is the future. And we need to be the best example for that future. Just look at these two sisters taking one of their daughters out for a walk together.
~She approaches a pair of fortysomething women who are both holding hands with a little girl as they look a little confused about what's going on.~
Chastity: What a precious angel! Who's' the mommy?
First Woman: Um, we both are.
Second Woman: Yeah, we're married and this is our daughter.
Chastity: Oh. Oh! Uhhh... gotta go!
~She scampers off, leaving the two bewildered women alone with their child.~
Chastity: Wow, I didn't realize they were... y'know. Funny thing is they both had the same hairstyle as my high school cheerleading coach Ms. Klitlichter. She was always so thoughtful. Ms. Klitlichter would massage my hamstrings to make it easier for me to do the splits. How many coaches care that much?
Cameraman: Like, wow.
Chastity: I know! So sweet of her. OK, so we're taking up a lot of time. Let's go to the montage.
~As "Jesus Baby" starts playing again, we see a slow motion shot of Chastity on a swing, her plaid shirt flying up to reveal her black thong panties. Then Chastity sliding down a slide with her plaid skirt flying up to reveal her black thong panties. Finally, Chastity spinning on a merry-go-round with her plaid skirt flying up to reveal her black thong panties. After the montage the view changes to a serious looking Chastity standing on the sidewalk in front of the church.~
Chastity: OK, you got the shots you needed for the montage?
Cameraman: Oh, I sure did.
Chastity: Y'know, you don't sound like you're taking this seriously.
Cameraman: I'm as serious as a sophomore from the high school AV club can be for twenty bucks.
Chastity: Fine. Just make sure you edit it so I come off as wholesome and pure.
Cameraman: Oh yeah. Totally wholesome and pure.
Chastity: Right. Then hurry up and send a copy to OCW so they can- AHHH!
~Just then a kid on a bicycle rides by dangerously close to Chastity. She responds by shrieking and superkicking him off his bike. The camera pans down to focus on the unconscious boy.~
Cameraman: Holy Hell!
Chastity: Don't blasphemy! And he should be wearing a bicycle helmet!
Cameraman: To keep from being kicked in the face?
Chastity: C'mon, let's just get out of here. Hey, that camera's off, right?
Cameraman: Uhhh... sure.
~The screen goes black.~
Smith: Our first look at Chastity Temple and, well...
Hood: You have to dig her enthusiasm, Smith. She's got a pure message she wants to send out to all of OCW!
Smith: Call me crazy but I think there's more going on beneath the surface.
Hood: How much more could be going on underneath the surface...we got a good look at just about everything!
Smith: As unique a personality as I can remember stepping foot into OCW - Chastity will make her in-ring debut in a few, short weeks. I'm told management is very high on her.
Hood: They must have seen that promo video.
Smith: Hood jokes...but I'm serious, in a few months we could be talking about Chastity Temple main eventing here, in OCW. In the meantime, let's head down to ringside as we watch another impressive newcomer in action. Myst takes on Osidius Rex...
Hood: How's Rex doing after CMF demolished him last week?
Smith: I'm not sure...but Rex needs a win, badly. Down to ringside we go!
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Singles Match
Myst (3-2) vs. Osidius Rex (1-1)
~OCW fans are rocking! A mosh pit seems to be opening up in the back. Several adrenaline fueled fans rush at one another, bumping chests. It’s clear they are gearing up for what should be an epic hoss battle. Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~Osidius Rex and his wife Ursula comes to the ring slowly as the beginning of Sanctioned Annihilation plays and the fans are silent as they make their way down the aisle. Osidius lowers the ropes for Ursula and they come to the middle of the ring~
Belvedere: From Sparta! Standing 6’8 and weighing in at 320lbs…Osidius Rex!
Smith: Osidius Rex got off to a hot start with an impressive debut at Social Justice…however, lately he’s been underwhelming.
Hood: CMF kicked his ass last week!
Smith: Indeed…it was a surprisingly sound defeat
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The sound of hissing steam pipes through the speakers as a slow rolling wave of smoke begins to creep out from the ramp like the tide rolling in from the ocean. The arena feigns darkness with a dim blue glow emitting from the lights. Out walks a small hunched over man in white robes carrying a small dirty silver lantern in which a similar blue light is shining. He paves a way through the thickening fog and stops atop the entrance ramp and turns back with the lantern ahead of him. Out to the ramp walks a giant 6'11" being with long silver hair flowing around a white mask lined with 3 diagonal black stripes that wraps around the contours of his face. His long white wrestling singlet has a single black strap that cuts across his bulking upper body. As soon as the monster appears, the small monk turns back towards the ring and slowly leads Myst towards the ring. As they get closer, smoke begins to pour out from under the ring and engulf the apron and stairs. The monk stops ringside and sweeps the lantern in a motion across his body from Myst towards the ring. Myst, who has stopped a few feet from ringside walks near and begins his slow ascent up the stairs towards the turnbuckle. He easily steps over the top rope and enters the ring that is slowly attracting a shallow covering of smoke. He looks over to the monk who extinguishes the dim blue light from the lantern as the lights raise back to normal~
Belvedere: From The Congo…standing 6’11 and weighing in at 345lbs…Myst!!!
~Belvedere exits. The bell sounds~
Smith: And here we go! Myst looks to continue his rise up the OCW ranks while Osidius hopes to stop what appears to be a downward trajectory.
Hood: Well, to be fair, Rex did lose to CMF. I mean, CMF is a god among men, Smith.
Smith: That…is debatable.
~Ursula exits the ring. Rex charges at Myst with wild haymakers. Myst stumbles into his corner. Rex is UNLEASHED. He’s going after Myst as if Myst stole his fucking lunch money~
Smith: Osidius Rex is a house of fire!
Hood: Conflagration!
Smith: Well, not quite.
~Myst grabs Rex’s right arm. Rex throws a left hand…Myst grabs that one, as well. He’s got control of both Rex’s arms. Myst leans forward with a headbutt! Rex stumbles backward. Myst throws precious strikes to Rex’s neck, throat, and chest. Rex is staggering. Myst throws a vicious kick into Rex’s gut. Rex doubles over. Myst picks Rex up and drops him as hard as he can into the mat with The Cleanse!!! Rex is out. Myst makes the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…MYST!!!!!
Smith: Myst with a dominating performance tonight!
Hood: Yea, Rex went after Myst but Myst was like “Fuck this shit” and killed Rex.
Smith: That’s pretty much how it went.
Hood: He beat the green out of him, Smith.
Smith: Green?
Hood: Yes, Rex won’t be hulking up anytime soon.
Smith: Oh, I get it.
~We cut backstage to find COMMISSIONER Welsh working on payroll along with other mundane tasks. He doesn’t appear happy. The phone within the office rings. Welsh doesn’t move~
Greg: Marcus, the phone.
Marcus Welsh: I could give a shit about the phone, Greg. Not like I have any power anyway.
Greg: But Marcus…GM Zybala might be angry with you if you don’t answer the phone.
~Welsh looks up, angry. He’s angry because Greg is right. He’s angry because he has no power. He’s angry because he must answer the phone like a damn secretary. But, he does what he must, picking up the phone~
Marcus Welsh: OCW, how can I help you?
~Marcus draws figure eights on a ‘scratch’ sheet of paper, barely paying attention. That is, until a singular word triggers his focus~
Marcus Welsh: Did you say DUCK?!
~Welsh stands and smiles, looking at Greg. Greg leans in, anxious. Welsh hangs up and claps his hands together, barely able to contain his excitement~
Marcus Welsh: It’s here!
Greg: The duck?
Marcus Welsh: Yes, Greg…the nicest duck I’ve ever seen is here!
Greg: The final purchase you made before Zybala took over. I can’t wait to see him…or her.
Marcus Welsh: Quick, before Zybala tries to eat it or something.
~We cut back to ringside~
Smith: A duck?!
Hood: Oh man I’ve been hearing about this duck. It’s apparently the nicest duck anyone has ever seen.
Smith: I have my doubts. One thing I don't doubt, however, is Sterling Silver's in-ring ability. He's 2-0 and facing the biggest challenge of his career.
Hood: Chastity Temple, Larson Ridley, Sterling Silver...some awesome young talent, Smith.
Smith: Indeed...Silver goes up against Morbidus who earned a much needed victory one week ago.
Hood: Yep, Morbidus has had it rough since returning but he hasn't been bad...just some tough match ups.
Smith: Can Morbidus continue his resurgence or will Silver notch the biggest win of his young OCW career? Let's find out, next!
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Singles Match
Robert Morbidus (6-6) vs. Sterling Silver (2-0)
~The OCW Arena remains eager for action! It’s been a fun night thus far but shit’s really about to kick in. Belvedere clears his throat to a strong reaction from fight thirsty fans~
Belvedere: The next match is scheduled for one fall.
Fans: ONE FALL!!
Belvedere: Introducing first......
~The lights in the arena go out and multi-colored spotlights begin whirling around the arena as the intro to "Take On Me" by A-Ha pumps through the loudspeakers to a chorus of boos. Seconds later, Sterling Silver comes dancing out from behind the curtain and throws his arms out to the side, inviting a negative response from the crowd.~
Belvedere: Hailing from Neptune Beach, Florida, weighing in at Two hundred and twenty pounds. He is Sterling Silver!!
~Lip-synching along with the words of the song, Silver slowly makes his way down the aisle toward the ring, taunting the male fans along the rail and flirting with the females. Dancing up the ring steps, he slingshots himself over the rope and continues dancing until his music finally fades and the lights in the arena come back up.~
Hood: The "Perfect Example" is back!
Smith: I don't think anyone's perfect, Hood.
Hood: He's defeated John E. Depth and Blake Anderson without breaking a sweat, Smith. That's the definition of perfection!
Smith: Something tells me it's not going to be that easy this time.
Belvedere: And his opponent...
~'The Animal' by Disturbed begins to play as the arena lights go blood red with smoke filling the ringside area - almost like fog.~
Belvedere: From The Other Side of Darkness... standing 6’6 and weighing in at 275lbs... ‘The True Living Vampire' Robert Morbidus!!!
~Through the curtain steps Morbidus' manager and legal counsel, Mr. Judas. He stands there for a few seconds with an evil smile before motioning backwards. A few seconds go by and then Robert Morbidus steps through the curtain with a deadly serious look on his face. He barges past Judas and storms down to the ring. Morbidus then goes to a corner and eyes the audience with eyes like a hawk. Judas then goes to Morbidus' corner on the outside providing last minute advice and encouragement.~
Smith: Morbidus finally got back on the winning track last week, and he's hoping to make it a streak starting tonight.
Hood: It's going to be pretty difficult. He's facing perfection, after all, and he's not in perfect health. Did you see him heave over the side into the sea? Did you know vampires could throw up?
Smith: Thankfully, we couldn't see what came up. Hopefully Morbidus has refreshed himself before tonight's match, to keep that from happening again.
Hood: We've had bloody matches for sure, but that would definitely be a new one for OCW.
~The bell rings.~
Smith: Let's see what these two talented wrestlers can do! No easy victories tonight, so hopefully their strategies are set!
Hood: Plans are for LOSERS!! That's what Sterling Silver says!
Smith: Let me guess, Hood, you're a member of the Sterling Silver Signature System For Success, aren't you?
Hood: Not yet, but I've applied. The S-Five sounds awesome!
~Sterling Silver and Robert Morbidus meet in the center of the ring, with Silver cockily talking to Morbidus. It's possible he's trying to talk him into becoming an S-Five member. He shows off his physique, earning a few cheers from the females in the audience, and gives them a wink and a sly smile. Morbidus leans towards Silver and bares his fangs, immediately causing Silver to take a step back. But he covers it by waving his hand in front of his face, pointing out Morbidus' bad breath. Morbidus immediately steps forward and swings out a big kick, but Silver, expecting it, ducks under it and twists behind Morbidus, taking him down with a neckbreaker! Silver then immediately continues the attack, dropping multiple elbow shots.~
Hood: There it is, the patented "Perfect Example"! He'll tear you down, then build you right back up!
Smith: I don't think Silver has any intention of building Morbidus back up, Hood.
Hood: Probably not, that costs extra. But the tear down is free in OCW!
~Silver works to keep Morbidus down, grabbing at his legs and trying to apply a sharpshooter submission. But as Silver tries to step through, Morbidus uses his powerful legs to kick him away, getting free. Morbidus then rises up in dramatic fashion, shaking off the previous attack. Silver, annoyed, comes back in and attacks with a couple of right hands, trying to drive Morbidus back into the corner. But Morbidus reverses it at the last second, trapping Silver instead, and starts hammering him with lefts and rights, pounding on the wrestler in the corner. He steps back, then charges forward, crushing Silver with all his weight! Silver, stunned, can't fight back as Morbidus lifts him onto the turnbuckle. Wasting no time, Morbidus grabs hold and drops Silver off with his jawbreaker variation, the Dark Kiss!! Silver rolls around in agony, holding his jaw, as Morbidus nods to an approving Judas.~
Hood: That perfect face!! No!!
Smith: Morbidus just rearranged a few of Silver's teeth with that one.
Hood: C'mon, Sterling, don't let him mess up your smile like that! Get him!
~Silver pulls himself up using the ropes, rubbing at his sore jaw. He turns, but Morbidus is there, clotheslining him to the outside! Morbidus follows, stepping through the ropes and waiting on the apron for Silver to get up. He goes for a double axe-handle, but Silver steps aside, causing Morbidus to have to catch himself on the barricade. He turns around to face Silver, but Silver has already slid back into the ring, avoiding him. Morbidus angrily follows, sliding himself back into the ring, but Silver was waiting for him, scoring a dropkick, followed by a second one. Morbidus falls against the ropes, trying to shake it off. He starts to reach out towards Silver, but Silver knees him, then gets a DDT to finally put Morbidus on the mat. Silver rubs at his jaw again, looking furious, and starts stomping away, letting out his anger.~
Smith: Looks like Silver isn't too happy about getting his face bruised up.
Hood: That's his money-maker, Smith. Haven't you seen that incredible smile of his?? It makes all the girls tingle!
Smith: You know, you're sounding a little too interested in Silver's looks, Hood.
Hood: It's purely out of respect. No homo.
~After a few more stomps, Silver heads to the turnbuckle, heading up top with speedy athleticism. Morbidus once again begins to rise, showing how hard it is to keep a vampire down. But this works directly into Silver's plans, as he is ready for it, leaping off with a missile dropkick that puts Morbidus down again. The fans are booing as Silver takes a moment to pose to them, smirking at the women at ringside. Silver then moves in and goes for another submission, this time ignoring the legs as he applies a crossface, hanging on tight as Morbidus struggles against it. Scruff moves in to watch for a submission.~
Hood: Oh my god! The perfect move!
Smith: What are you talking about, Hood, that's not Silver's finisher!
Hood: But it's a Crossface! A CROSSFACE on a vampire, Smith!!
Smith: It's just the name of...
Hood: And it's being applied by Silver!! A SILVER CROSSFACE!!!
Smith: Oh brother...
Hood: What a combination!!!
~The hold does appear to be having an effect, as Morbidus is weakening. However, he's still able to drag himself towards the ropes, despite all of Silver's efforts. He manages to finally grab at the ropes and causes Scruff to call for the break. Silver doesn't look too happy about it, but releases it before the count reaches disqualification levels. He shakes some sweat from his hair onto Morbidus, showing disrespect, before turning and posing to the crowd. Ignoring the boos, he pulls Morbidus up and sets him, trying to lift Morbidus onto his shoulders for the first step of the Quicksilver Supreme! But Morbidus is too large, fighting free of it and landing on his feet. A surprised Silver turns around, right into Morbidus' Stake Through The Heart (spinning slam)!! Silver has all the air knocked out of him, with Morbidus making the first cover of the match.~
1!
2!
Smith: And Silver easily kicks out in time.
Hood: You're not going to beat "The Perfect Example" with a single move!
Smith: If Silver's the Perfect Example... does that make him a Perfect Meal for a vampire?
Hood: Oh, shit, you're right! Whose blood would be better?? Don't let him bite you, Silver, he'll take over the world!!
Smith: Sheesh. This is getting weird, even for me.
Hood: But wait, if Morbidus turns Silver... which one of them would become the Perfect Vampire??
Smith: ...
Hood: Hopefully the world will never know!
~Morbidus brings Silver back to his feet, continuing his assault. He lifts the lighter Silver onto one shoulder and goes to the corner, hitting a Snake Eyes that snaps Silver's head back once again. Silver drops to his knees facing the corner. Morbidus, now enjoying himself, grabs Silver's head from behind and drags him up, before snapping him back down with an inverted DDT. Silver is breathing heavily on the mat, as Morbidus sits up and quickly gets back to his feet, showing his resiliency. Judas is shouting some encouragement from outside, as the vampire plans his next assault. He goes off the ropes and comes back with a leg drop... but Silver is able to move just in time! Morbidus feels the pain, even as Silver rolls to the ropes to use them to start trying to get up.~
Smith: Morbidus should have stuck to the up close and personal attacks.
Hood: This is your chance, Silver! Stake him and move on, keep perfection going!
~Morbidus is back on his feet first, shaking off the missed leg drop. He steps over to Silver, but Silver immediately drops back down with his own jawbreaker, returning the impact to the vampire!! Morbidus stumbles back, grabbing at his mouth. He turns away, distracted, checking his mouth to make sure the fangs are still in place. Judas yells at him to get back on the attack, and Morbidus nods and reverses course... but Silver is coming in quickly with a flying forearm! Morbidus falls against the ropes, staggered. He stands back up, leaning on the ropes, and Silver's there again, grabbing him from behind and dropping with a Backstabber!! Morbidus bends his spine awkwardly on the mat, hurting, as Silver pulls himself up, recovering. He then runs to the ropes, blows a kiss to the nearest (cute) female fan, and then springs off with the SterlingSault!! Scruff is right there to make the count...~
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Smith: Morbidus barely kicks out, avoiding defeat!
Hood: Can you believe that Silver is doing these types of moves with just his natural talent, and no training?
Smith: No. I don't believe that at all.
Hood: Neither do I, the man is awe-inspiring!
~Silver argues with Scruff for a moment, thinking that he had it all wrapped up, but the count didn't go his way. Silver then moves to the side, psyching himself up once again to end things. Judas is nearby, trying to inspire Morbidus to get back to his feet. Seeing Judas reaching into the ring towards Morbidus, Silver steps forward, 'accidentally' stepping on Judas' hand! Judas shouts out and pulls his hand free, stumbling away outside the ring, as Silver shrugs and smirks at the audience. Morbidus, hearing Judas' cry of pain, starts to get up, with Silver stepping in to grab hold of him. He's ready to end it, once again working to lift Morbidus onto his shoulders. For a second time, though, Morbidus' weight is a problem. Silver finally gets him partially up, showing his strength, but the first step of the Quicksilver Supreme is blocked, as Morbidus gets free with a series of elbows to the head. Silver goes to the eyes in response, causing Morbidus to stagger back blindly. Silver then comes in and grabs hold again, but Morbidus reacts quickly, lifting Silver up and landing the Vampire's Redemption (inverted falling slam)!! Morbidus takes a few seconds to clear his vision before he can find Silver and make the cover.~
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Smith: No! Silver kicks out!
Hood: That was a close one!
Smith: If Morbidus could have seen his opponent, this one might be over!
Hood: I'm learning so much about vampires this week, Smith. They throw up, their wrestling weakness is the Crossface, and their eyes are vulnerable!
Smith: You keep noting all those details, Hood if it makes you feel better.
Hood: You just wait until the vampire apocalypse starts, and you're left on your own!
~Morbidus pulls Silver to his feet. He fits him onto his shoulders, preparing to drop Silver with Eternal Suffering. Silver, realizing what’s coming, wiggles free. Silver hits the mat and throws a superkick at Morbidus. Robert ducks!! Silver turns around, and Robert lifts a big boot at Sterling’s head. Sterling ducks and hoists Robert onto his shoulders…he proceeds to hit Go To Sleep!! Robert remains upright for a second until Silver puts him down with a SUPERKICK!! Morbidus falls over, to the mat. Silver goes for the pin…Scruff makes the count~
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2!
3!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…STERLING SILVER!!!!!
Smith: Silver did it! He remains unbeaten!
Hood: He just conquered a vampire, Smith! This man is the next Van Helsing!
Smith: I don’t know about all of that. What I do know s that Sterling Silver is 3-0 and fresh off the biggest win of his career. This man is going to start receiving some major opportunities.
~Welsh stands outside the OCW Arena as a BRINKS Armored Truck backs up. He jumps up and down, hugging Greg, rubbing his shoulders…overly enthused about what’s taking place. Tony the Spider happens to walk by~
Tony the Spider: hahaha!
Marcus Welsh: GET AWAY FROM HERE, TONY! THERE’S NO MONEY IN THIS TRUCK FOR YOU!!
~Welsh snaps his fingers. OCW security members grab Tony and drag him away…he continues to laugh. Two armed guards emerge wearing SWAT gear. They stand by the door and knock from the outside. A knock is heard from within. In response the armed guards pull out their automatic weapons before knocking three times in a unique pattern. They turn around, guns raised~
Armed Guard: EVERYBODY BACK!
~The doors open slowly. Welsh leans forward. The armed guard shakes his head side to side, informing Welsh to keep his distance. Welsh backs away with full understanding. He puts his arm across Greg’s chest~
Marcus Welsh: Keep your distance, Greggers.
~Smoke emerges from within the armored vehicle. Six armed guards descend. They carry a giant, metal, rectangular object. They slowly evacuate, holding the object up with one arm while the other arm wields a gun – just in case. Welsh backs away, giving them space as they step forward. The initial Armed Guard rushes forward as the second slams the doors shut~
Armed Guard: Is this the door, sir? IS THIS THE DOOR?!
~Welsh jumps back before nodding and pointing at the door which leads into the arena. The primary guard runs forward and kicks it open. He sprints in with his gun yelling “EVERYONE DOWN! EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY! PRECIOUS CARGO COMING THROUGH!!” It goes all quiet before he yells out, “COAST IS CLEAR! BRING IN THE ASSET!” The six armed guards march ahead, carrying the cargo. The second guard protects the rear, gun ready. They enter the OCW Arena. We follow Welsh and Greg who slowly follow, keeping a safe distance~
Smith: This had better be worth it.
Hood: Oh, it is
~They continue marching down the hall. It feeds into somewhat of a ‘common’ area. A place where all hallways funnel. The asset is placed atop a newly built pedestal, right in the center of the common area. The two guards covering the front and rear keep a steady eye as the six guards step away~
Armed Guard: ALRIGHT! ALL CLEAR! REMOVE THE METAL EXTERIOR! MOVE! MOVE!
~Hurriedly, the six well trained guards sling their weapons to the side and expertly remove the metal exterior. They lift it up, carefully to reveal a bullet proof glass cube. Inside resides…the nicest duck you’ve ever seen. The crowd goes wild~
Smith: A duck?
Hood: Wow that’s a nice duck!
Smith: Well, yes, it is a nice duck.
~Welsh stands back, tearing up. He hugs Greg who also seems moved by the image of this fine looking duck~
Armed Guard: Alright, let’s move out! CLEAR! CLEAR!
~The two initial guards along with two of the six other guards take off, sprinting down the hallway and exiting the arena. This leaves four armed guards behind meant to protect the duck. Welsh approaches the duck, hoping to get a better view. One of the guards yells out, without looking Welsh in the eye, maintaining a focused watch~
Other Guard: THAT’S CLOSE ENOUGH, SIR.
Marcus Welsh: Right. Wow, what a duck. Look at that duck, Greg. Isn’t that the nicest duck you’ve ever seen?
Greg: It is an extremely nice duck, Marcus.
~Welsh and Greg continue to watch the duck. It just sits there with great composure. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: And we have a duck, fans.
Hood: Not just any duck…the nicest duck in the world!
Smith: I shudder to think of the cost spent to acquire…not just that duck…but the security that came along with it.
Hood: Money well spent, Smith!
Smith: Oh and for those of you wondering…that’s not the same duck Melinda Rhodes and Molly Hatchet ate earlier this week.
Hood: Why are those women going around murdering ducks?
Smith: You’d have to ask them, Hood.
Hood: They must be protesting Anaheim’s hockey team
Smith: I wouldn’t know.
~Friday the 13th starts to play. TLS shows up with the Stranger Mask on at the entrance and receives a warm welcome~
Smith: Wow, I hear a lot more cheers than boos.
Hood: That’s because there are more women than men in the audience.
~TLS doesn’t waste time as he makes his way quickly to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope and motions for a mic. A crew member tosses him a mic. He catches it mid-air and brings it close. He taps it.~
TLS: Testing. Testing.
~The crowd starts chanting. “Testes. Testes.” ~
Smith: Oh great, looks like the Mic works.
Hood: we’ve had some technical difficulties lately when TLS arrives.
~TLS pulls the mic up to speak as the crowd noise start to die down. ~
TLS: We’ve lost our identity. We’ve lost our soul. The OCW used to be a place where people had to work for what was theirs. Lately, things have changed. All the voices of the people who represent the real OCW, the true OCW have been drowned out by people who care more about improving their status rather than preserving the legacy of the OCW. Yeah, I’m talking about these jackasses that call themselves the eMpire, but I’m also talking about guys like Meyhu. The guy who is supposed to be the face of the company. He’s spent the last month bitching and crying about being in the main event, all the while, the rug is being swept from under us.
Hood: he sounds a little jealous to me.
Smith: He does have a point.
~TLS begins to pace around in the ring. ~
TLS: I’m also talking about the World Champion Paul Paras. Who somehow couldn’t figure out what his former friend was up to. Instead of enlisting the help of guys like Grenier, and Vargas, and O’Connor, and Lurrr. True OCW guys what does Paras do? He disappears. Then he comes back and is aided by Vincent Langston. Something just doesn’t sit right with me. We all know how close Marauko and Paras were, and probably still are. Paras was also a HOW guy. If you ask me, they are pulling one big okie doke on the entire OCW.
Hood: This is absurd, what’s he going to say next? That there are such things as black holes in the universe that have so much gravitational force that nothing can escape, not even light.
Smith: Uh.. actually.
TLS: So here’s what I’m going to do…
Smith: We know what that means!
Hood: At some point we need to stop acting surprised when that plays.
Smith: I’ll never act normal when Lurrr makes an appearance on Massacre…his appearances are so rare, Hood!
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Smith: Looks like TLS’ mic is cut off again.
Hood: It’s LURRR!
Smith: Lurrr and TLS have a long history, they will be facing each other at Block Party.
Hood: And if history is any indication, Lurrr will come out on top.
~The crowd goes crazy as they hear the familiar music that belongs to the 3-time OCW Champ and Hall of Famer Lurrr. He begins to strut down the ramp slowly making his way towards the ring. Several OCW fans try to reach out and grab a high five but Lurrr seems all business. He walks towards the ring-steps and signals for a mic before he climbs into the ring. He is given a mic and he twirls it around and enters the ring. Lurrr walks around TLS a couple of times sizing him up and trying to get a read on him. He smiles and brings the mic up to his mouth~
Lurrr: You know it's funny and maybe even a little crazy but I wholeheartedly agree with you. The state of OCW has almost made me physically ill. I mean for the love of god some of these guys who have come in lately have shot up straight to the Main Event, even quicker than I would have in the past, and that's fast. I think sometimes management in the back, hell even some guys in the back forget which people made this company what it is. I think some have forgotten who stuck around during the darker days of this company when it was holding on by a thread. Yet most of the people who have kept it alive and well have had to take a back seat to these guys who show up and almost overnight get thrown into an OCW World Title match without earning their spot. I mean hell that's what TLS and myself are doing right now, trying to earn that next shot.
~The OCW Crowd begins to chant Bullshit...Bullshit...Bullshit~
Lurrr: Anyways we have other shit we need to talk about like the big time matchup at Block Party...
~Lurrr turns his attention to TLS~
Lurrr: Isn't it funny how this business works? You can be in the business for 20 plus years, be inducted into a couple of Hall of Fame's, hold countless titles, and strive to be the best at all costs..... And it brings you back full circle.
~Lurrr pauses as he ponders his next words~
Lurrr: TLS it seems we have come full circle from our early days to now. If some of you don't know this man and myself quite possibly had the biggest in-ring rivalry in GCWA history. We had wars where we left it all in the ring, bodies bloodied and spent. Any time I tried to take one step forward in that company out came an obstacle named TLS. While many here view me as an egotistical behind the scenes politician there was one thing I knew for sure... I respected the hell out of TLS every time we finished one of those wars.
~The OCW fans reacted loudly with an exuberant cheer~
Lurrr: Now while you were an obstacle many, many times... and you know you weren't going to get in the ring with me without hearing it... the obstacle never stopped me from getting where I wanted to be. Not once!
~Lurrr laughs and you can hear a smatter of boos~
Lurrr: Fact of the matter is, come next Monday at Block Party you are just an obstacle one more time. And just like all the other times, this obstacle was put in front of me... I am going to step over it and ultimately get back to the top of the mountain to secure my place as the best ever. No longer will anybody be able to argue that I am over the hill or that it was against lesser competition from the past. I am in the here and now battling with the best OCW has to offer. So as much as I respect you TLS, come Monday you are just another stepping stone to my continued greatness.
Smith: Lurrr with some strong words about the state of the OCW.
Hood: He sounds like a grumpy old man.
~Lurrr lowers the mic and motions to TLS as if to say “okay the floor is yours”. ~
TLS: Well then at Block Party for old times sake, we will remind them what the OCW is all about.
~TLS drops his mic and both men move towards each other until they are chest to chest. Some words are said inaudibly. Then they both take a step back. TLS extends his hand for a handshake. Lurrr smirks and stares at TLS’ hand. ~
Hood: Don’t shake his hands, TLS doesn’t wash his hands after he uses the bathroom.
Smith: Oh will you stop it.
~Lurrr extends out and grips TLS’ hand and pulls him close. The crowd erupts. ~
Hood: Well, looks like both men have quite a firm handshake.
Smith: I wonder what they are saying to each other.
Hood: probably something like. Man, I’m so jealous of the new guys, they are the coolest.
Smith: I highly doubt that.
~TLS turns and starts to head out of the ring, Lurrr rubs his hands together and looks as if he is going to sneak attack TLS from behind. But TLS turns around to see Lurrr with a grin on his face. Both men nod as TLS slides under the ring and walks backwards towards the back. The crowd chants “OCW!OCW!” as Lurrr raises his arms in the air before heading out of the ring~
Smith: Lurrr and TLS will do battle at Block Party...the winner advancing to the Final Four!
Hood: if history is any indication, Smith...Lurrr's Final Four bound!
Smith: Maybe...then again, TLS has been on a roll, lately. This could be one of those moments in his career where he gets hot and does some damage.
Hood: He's streaky, for sure. When TLS is good...he's as good as there is. Can't wait for this match!
Smith: Indeed
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick
~Backstage, Tony the Spider struts down a hallway~
Tony the Spider: Hahahahahahahahahaha!
~He continues strutting, then suddenly stops as if hitting a brick wall. He glances to his left: A dressing room. There's a piece of paper taped to the door. Tony leans in to read it. It clearly reads: Tony the Spider~
Tony the Spider: Hahahahaha!
~The door opens slightly, inviting Tony in. Tony steps forward, pushing the door open and entering the dressing room. He looks around and doesn't see anyone. He shrugs~
Tony the Spider: Hahahahahaha!
~He turns to leave but the door suddenly slams shut behind him, revealing the cloaked figure of the Jager Bomber. Tony's mouth opens to laugh, but the Jager Bomber quickly moves forward, shoving the neck of an open bottle of Jagermeister in Tony's mouth~
Jager Bomber: Drink it.
~Tony's smile never fades, and he almost takes pleasure in chugging the bottle of Jager. After several moments, Tony finishes the entire bottle. The Jager Bomber pulls the bottle from Tony's mouth. Unlike the Bomber's other victims, Tony doesn't pass out right away~
Tony the Spider: Hahahahahaha!
~Tony continues to laugh. But after a moment, his eyes do shut and he drops to the ground unconscious. The Jager Bomber, his cloak still covering his face, kneels next to Tony~
Jager Bomber: You are mine now. You will serve me.
~Cameras cut back to ringside~
Hood: What the fuck?
Smith: It appears that this Jager Bomber fellow has trapped another poor soul!
Hood: Trapped? I believe they call this overserving!
Smith: We might need The Knife Man to check and see if Tony has suffered alcohol poisoning...that's a lot of liquor for a man of Tony's size.
Hood: You think when Tony gets drunk he becomes all serious?
Smith: I don't know and hope to never find out.
Hood: Well that's pretty fucking rude
Smith: Speaking of RUDE...up next is a tag match featuring two women who assaulted and ate a duck earlier in the week. Ninja Rebellions faces The Dravers Boys...the winner gets the tag team champions after Block Party...let's head down to ringside for what should be a great match!
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The Dravers Boys (3-1) vs. The Ninja Rebellion (2-0)
~Fans murmur to one another. It’s time for some tag team action. They speculate who will emerge as next in line to face the tag champions post Block Party. They don’t get to speculate for very long as Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! The winning team will challenge for the OCW Tag Team Titles after Block Party! Introducing first…
~"Thunderstruck" as done by Leo Moracchioli hits the house P/A and upon the first utterance of the word THUNDER! Pyro explodes from the corrugated steel of the OCW stage. Out steps the Rebel and the Ginger Ninja in their full ring gear. The Rebel throws her hands in the air, giving the crowd three-fingered salutes as Molly throws her arms out at her sides, then brings them up above her head in an X pose~
~The two then look to each other with matching grins, fist bump with an explosion hand gesture, then burst down to the ring! The two arrive at ringside in quick fashion, leaping over the apron and sliding across the ring to the center of the canvas, side by side. They both then hop to their feet with Molly shouting out....~
Molly: WHO'S HERE FER AN ARSE WHUPPIN'?!!!!
~As Molly throws her arms out and repeats her X post in the middle of the ring, Melinda rushes to the nearest turn post, rears back with her hands cupped around her mouth and lets out her Rebel yell…~
Rebel: AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!
~She then hops and joins Molly in their team corner as the two start talking strategy....~
Belvedere: At a total combined weight of 277lbs…Molly Hatchet and Melinda Rhodes…The Ninja Rebellion!!!
Smith: Molly and Melinda with the biggest match of their OCW careers…as a team, that is.
Hood: Melinda’s held the titles before. No doubt she’d prefer to hold them again…this time with a partner of her choosing.
Smith: Indeed.
Belvedere: And their opponents…
~The Boys are Back by the Dropkick Murphys starts up and the twins emerge on stage with friendly smirks on faces. They then wander down the ramp, with Jonathan slightly ahead of Nathan. Nathan sings along to the theme. The boys also slap the hands of the closest fans. Upon reaching the ring apron, the twins simultaneously leap over the top rope and climb the nearest turnbuckles and taunt the crowd in a friendly manner while the crowd cheer on~
Belvedere: From Denver, Colorado…at a total combined weight of 400lbs…they are former OCW Tag Team Champions…The Dravers Boys!!
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Smith: The Dravers with a HUGE win last week. If they win this week, then I think people could argue they are the best team in OCW right now.
Hood: Well they’re former Tag Team Champions…although they beat Tornado Alley to win them.
Smith: Indeed…a case where they might be better now than they were during their championship reign.
~Molly is going to start things off for the Ninja Rebellions. Nathan, as always, gets things going for the Brothers Dravers. Nathan starts to clap his hands…the fans rally behind him. Molly looks around. Her head shakes. She glares at Nathan…Nathan pauses. Molly licks her lips~
Smith: Molly is giving Nathan a dangerous look.
Hood: She’s going to eat him or fuck him…or both!
Smith: I doubt that, Hood.
Hood: True…she’s petty full from all that duck she ate earlier in the week.
~Molly yells and charges at Nathan. The two lock up! Molly snares Nathan into a side headlock! She yells out “AYE!” Nathan shoots her off, into the ropes. Molly bounces off, and Nathan leaps up, nailing Molly with a dropkick!! The crowd yells “QUACK!” Molly hits hard and looks up at Nathan, terrified. Nathan’s pink hair shimmers in the arena lights. Molly crawls away as fast as she can, tagging Rhode into the match. Molly hides her face saying, “PLEASE, HELP!” Melinda scoffs saying, “YOU AIN’T BRAVE ENOUGH FOR THIS SHIT.” She steps into the ring~
Smith: Molly Hatchet looking more like Molly Ratchet.
Hood: Did you call her Molly Rat Shit?
Smith: I said Ratchet!
Hood: A very underrated Transformer.
~Rhodes glares at Nathan~
~Nathan looks back. Rhodes glares EVER HARDER~
~Nathan’s brow furrows. Rhodes glares SO HARD.~
~Nathan looks at Jonathan as if to ask, “Is she on the spectrum?” Rhodes glares SUPER HARD~
~Nathan backs away into his corner, perplexed. Jonathan tags in. Rhodes glares INCREDIBLY HARD~
~Jonathan replies to his brother, “She might be.”~
Smith: Rhodes is glaring!
Hood: Yep, she certainly is.
Smith: People say Rhodes once killed a duck by glaring at it.
Hood: Obviously a subpar duck.
Smith: Obviously.
~Rhodes lets out a REBEL YELL and charges at Jonathan. He scoops Melinda up and slams her into the mat. The ring shakes from impact. Jonathan hits the ropes and leaps into the air with a leg drop, right across Melinda’s throat. He pops back to his feet. The crowd goes wild!! “DRAVERS” chants fill the arena. Nathan, on the apron, cheers his brother on~
Smith: Jonathan looking good! If the Dravers win they will have a shot to reclaim the belts they lost nearly two years ago.
Hood: Man, been that long? Are they still boys?
Smith: Yes, just look at their name!
~Rhodes returns to her feet. She GLARES at Jonathan. Jonathan looks at Rhodes. Rhodes is GLARING UP! Her head begins to shake. Jonathan is nonplussed. Suddenly, a loud QUACK is heard. A giant image displays on the OCWTron. Rhodes turns and stares at it~
~Rhodes is stunned. She turns around and eats a SUPERKICK from Jonathan!!! She falls to the mat. Jonathan makes the cover. Scruff slides in~
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~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners and the team that will receive a tag team title shot after Block Party…THE DRAVERS BOYS!!!!!
Smith: Wow! The duck helped cost Ninja Rebellion the match!
Hood: Don’t fuck with the duck.
Smith: Dravers probably had this one anyway.
Hood: Oh yea, Dravers were going to win this no matter what.
~Jonathan looks down at Melinda, shakes his head and says something about her being crazy. He then exits the ring with Nathan at his side. They walk up the ramp, thanking the fans who chant their name. The celebration ends once the Dravers step through the curtain. All the music stops as some ominous music begins to play~
GONG!
Smith: Was that a GONG?
Hood: Did you say Dong?
Smith: I said GONG!
Hood: Oh, yea, I think it was.
~Molly looks around and says “Aye fookin sheet! Aye just pissed meself. Aye! AYE!!!” She takes off running away, leaving Rhodes alone. What a great partner! A bunch of broke ass druids stumble out from behind the curtain carrying…A PINEWOOD BOX~
Smith: Hood! It’s a pinewood box!
Hood: Well, Rhodes did say…
Smith: SHHH
Hood: What?
Smith: Don’t go there
Hood: Why not?
Smith: Legal reasons.
Hood: Legal reasons my ass. You can’t go around threatening legal reasons.
Smith: Maybe they simply misspoke.
Hood: Oh, yea sure…kinda like some rapey guy going up to the wrestler we knew as Kestrel and saying "Hey girl listen up, I got something to say and you had better pay attention for rape reasons. I..." girl calls the fucking cops and the guy replies, "hey wait a minute? what's going on? You serious? SERIOUS? talk to me in private about this! I misspoke!"
Smith: Wow…okay then.
Hood: One more thing…just because you delete something doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Fuckin idiot
~During Hood’s diatribe, the broke ass druids have reached the ring. They slide the PINEWOOD BOX into the ring. The druids hold sparklers around the PINEWOOD BOX. One of the druids pulls out a bag of POP ITS and throws them at the ground, creating that ‘pop’ sound. We see a figure stumble over the barricade in the background and hustle to recover his balance. He gets onto the ropes and trips getting into the ring, nearly falling on top of the PINEWOOD BOX. His dark image manages to regain its footing and stand upright. The lights suddenly turn on to reveal~
Smith: MORTY THE MORTICIAN!
Hood: HOLY SHIT
~Morty looks around. The crowd chants “MORTY! MORTY!” He reaches down, grabs Rhodes and delivers a TOMBSTONE onto some pop its!! The place erupts! Morty takes Rhodes and dumps her into the PINEWOOD BOX. The druids pull the box out of the ring and carry it up the ramp, never to be seen again. Morty stares into the screen and looks down. A caption pos up at the bottom of our screen~
Smith: And that’s the last we’ll see of Melinda Rhodes
Hood: Don’t fuck the duck
Smith: Definitely ill advised behavior. Folks, we’d like to discuss this further but…legal reasons.
Hood: Fucking legal reasons!
Smith: Strange match, for sure...once you scrape away all the foolishness you're left with The Dravers earning a shot at the tag team champions!
Hood: Yea, Dravers are on fire right now, Smith. They might be on their way to a second tag team championship victory.
Smith: Indeed
~The camera switches backstage to the visitor's locker room, mainly designated for jobbers, upstarts, rookies and visiting talent. Since two of the four apply to him, Duce Jones is off in a corner to himself, dressed to compete, he shadow spares in preparation for his upcoming contest. His focus is intense with each strike that he throw. Right jab.. left hook.. right kn.. ..well maybe not a knee strike as Jones’ knee has been giving him trouble for the past couple of weeks. Upset about his injured limb, Jones stops to stretch it out a bit, he's soon approached by lead OCW interviewer, Who'Re!~
Who'Re: Duce! Duce! A quick word if you don't mind..
~Noticing her approach, Jones puts full weight back on his knee as he straightens up.~
Duce Jones: Sho.. What's ya name?
Who'Re: ...Who'Re..
~Duce becomes puzzled.~
Duce: Who'Re? Like… whore? Did ya mama name ya dat?
Who’Re: Moving forward.. Last week it was announced that you would be returning to Online Championship Wrestling here tonight. More or less the fans wanted to see you return, but how does it feel to be back?
Duce Jones: First off, my bad bout ya name.. I wasn't raised t'call a woman hoe until I got ta kno’ her first.. But it feels good. The fans kno’ what I can do inside of dat rang an’ wanted anotha’ dose.. How could I Denny dem?
Who'Re: Indeed the fans were instrumental in you being invited back, but tonight you take on Bob Greiner in a second round match in the SiLVerFreAK bracket.. Any last minute thoughts?
Duce Jones: T'be honest wit ya shawty.. I've wasted enough oxygen on bruh.. Tonight y'all gonna see his face get caved in, end of discussion.
Who'Re: Confident words, however when I walked up. You seemed to be hobbling a bit. You care to elaborate on that?
~Duce looks to the lead interviewer who holds the microphone firmly to Duce's lips. He simply smiles a bright platinum plated toothy smile.~
Duce Jones: I'm good, I'll be even betta’ when I'm done hanging dis cocksucka’.. Now Miss Lady.. and I call ya dat cuz ya name just somethin’ I can't get used ta.. But I hate t'cut dis short but I got a match t'win.
~With that final statement, Jones grabs his hooded vest that rest on the back of a chair. Slipping it on, he nods at Who'Re and then makes his way towards the entrance area.~
Smith: Duce looks focused, Hood. I don't think he's going to take this second chance for granted.
Hood: He lost a heart breaker against Bifford...tonight he's got Bob Grenier. The man is good but he's going up against some of the best we have in this company. It's a tough task, for sure.
Smith: Indeed but Duce has the talent to prevail.
Hood: Is his match next? Sounds like it's next...
Smith: Duce Jones versus Bob Grenier is, in fact, next!
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SiLVeRFReaK Bracket – 2nd Round
(2) Bob Grenier (27-15) vs. (8) Duce Jones (0-1)
~The crowd is ON THEIR FEET. They are chanting all kinds of odd things. We seem to hear a specific chant going something along the lines of “DUCKLIFE! A-WHOA-OH!” Strange, but, hey, this is OCW. Belvedere clears his throat, getting these people in order~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a second-round match in the SiLVeRFReaK bracket! Introducing first…
~The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to boos as a voice begins to speak through the PA system~
“And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues… Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da….”
~The opening sounds of “Godspeed” by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones slowly emerges through the fog, instantly inciting boos from the crowd~
Belvedere: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds! From Memphis, Tennessee… DUCE JONES!
~Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the abuse that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, he jumps over the top rope, landing inside of the ring and removes his hooded vest as he prepares for action~
Smith: Duce making his return to OCW!
Hood: Another one of these second chancers. Did Jon Snow get a second chance? Huh?
Smith: Actually, he did.
Hood: Oh…fuck…well then, how about Gandalf, huh? Did HE get a second chance?
Smith: Yes, he did as well.
Hood: Fuck me…okay, JFK, then.
Smith: Too soon.
Hood: TOO SOON?
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
Where the hood...
Where the hood…
Where the hood at…
~Grenier steps out from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction. He's got one of the OCW tag belts strapped around his waist. Grenier walks down the ramp looking like a kid on Christmas. He slides under the ropes into the ring and walks to his corner~
Belvedere: From Timmins, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222 lbs…he is one half of the OCW Tag-Team Champions and an OCW Hall of Famer…he is…Bob Grenier!!!
Smith: And there’s Bob Grenier, an OCW legend!
Hood: Bob’s smoked blunts more dangerous than Duce Jones…or so he says.
Smith: When did he say that? I haven’t heard a peep out of Grenier all week.
Hood: We talk on the phone, Smith. We’re tight.
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Smith: Can Duce make the most of this second chance?
Hood: Well his name is DUCE which implies two…second chance…shit, it may all be karma, Smith.
Smith: Hadn’t thought of it that way.
~Duce appears ready to go. Grenier holds up his hand asking Duce to give him some extra time. Duce stands back, a bit confused. HOW IS THIS GUY NOT READY? HE’S HAD ALL WEEK. The fans boooo~
Smith: C’mon, Bob…you’ve had all week to prepare for this. How are you not ready?
Hood: You can’t rush greatness, Smith. It has to marinate like a fine wine…or craft beer.
Smith: Craft beer fan?
Hood: Yes, there’s this new beer called The Lord’s Vagina. It’s got some yeast in there…not too pungent. Tried it over the holiday weekend. Brewed by feminists, naturally.
Smith: What were you doing hanging around with feminists?
Hood: Championing their cause in the hope that they might blow me.
~Duce extends his arms as if to say “C’mon, man.” Bob holds up both hands asking for MORE TIME. Scruff leans against the ropes, shaking his head. The crowd is booing very heavily at this point. Duce begins to pace, growing impatient~
Smith: MORE TIME?! Are you serious?!
Hood: Maybe he’s waiting for some of that Grenier Kush to kick in.
Smith: He shouldn’t be wrestling under the influence.
Hood: That’s the ONLY way a person should wrestle, Smith.
~Duce moves toward Grenier. Grenier holds his hand out AGAIN, asking for EVEN MORE TIME. BOOOO goes the crowd. Duce looks at Grenier as if to say “You fucking serious, man?” Grenier crouches down, limbering up. Duce finally says ‘fuck this’ and charges forward with a huge D-Trigga knee right into Grenier’s face!!! The OCW Arena erupts!! Grenier falters back into his corner, stunned~
Smith: D-Trigga! Grenier is stunned!
Hood: Hey! What’s Duce doing?! GRENIER NEEDED MORE TIME!
Smith: His time has run out, Hood! He needs to focus RIGHT NOW
~Grenier throws a wild punch at Duce. Duce ducks and hoists Grenier onto his shoulders! The fans rise with anticipation. Duce spins Grenier around with an F-5…dropping Grenier face first into his knee with a Single Knee Facebreaker!!! Grenier stands upright after impact. His body goes stiff. He falls flat on his back! The place is going crazy!! Duce covers Grenier…Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…DUCE JONES!!!!!
Smith: Duce Jones has done it! He’s defeated Bob Grenier!
Hood: WHAT THE FUCK, MAN
Smith: Another legend goes down! What a final eight we have!
Hood: No Mack, No Bob…LOUD NOISES
Smith: Tournaments are always unpredictable, Hood. Tonight has been on exception.
Hood: Well, at least we still have TIO and Vargas.
Smith: Duce Jones with an impressive victory via his finishing move Final Tic 2.0!
~Duce favors his knee instantly post match. He rolls out of the ring and hits the floor, gingerly. He keeps as much weight off his knee as possible, heading up the ramp~
Smith: No time for celebration, Hood. Duce’s knee needs to be iced and taken care of…he’s got a big night next Monday and, if he wants to go all the way, he’ll need that knee to hold up for three straight matches.
Hood: Knee based striking is cool…until the knee gets fucked up.
Smith: A nagging injury but nothing that should prevent him from competing.
Hood: Yea but it’s a huge fucking target, man. You think Biff is going to let that slide? He’s going to maul that fucking knee.
Smith: As any savy veteran would. Duce will have to come up with a counter offense…or, well, I guess you’d call it a defense to prevent his knee from being taken advantage of…
Hood: Yea but at least he gets that opportunity.
Smith: Indeed…Duce rolls on for a rematch against The Big Bifford at Block Party!
~Deangelo Vickers sits at his desk in his small office. Across from him is a custodian~
Custodian: I just feel like, you know, people could be a bit more polite to me.
Deangelo: Trust me. I completely agree with you. And you have the right to come to me with these issues. That's why I was brought here.
Custodian: Thank you so much, Mr. Vickers. You've been such a great help around here.
~The Custodian and Deangelo both stand up, shaking hands~
Deangelo: I try my best. And call me Deangelo.
Custodian: Deangelo. Thank you so much.
Deangelo: You're welcome.
~The Custodian turns and walks to the door as Deangelo sits back down. The Custodian leaves, and another figure enters the office~
Deangelo: I'm sorry, I don't have any other appointments for the day...
~The figure slams the door shut as Deangelo looks up~
Deangelo: Oh my gosh... It's you!
~Deangelo looks around, as if to find a way to escape. But it quickly becomes clear: He can't escape the Jager Bomber. The Jager Bomber steps forward, offering an open bottle of Jagermeister to Deangelo~
Jager Bomber: Drink.
~Deangelo hesitates. He takes the bottle, but he obviously doesn't want to drink it~
Jager Bomber: Drink it. You will be mine. You will serve me. You will be my voice.
~Deangelo takes a breath, looking down at the bottle. He looks back up at the Jager Bomber~
Jager Bomber: Drink, my child.
~Deangelo, his eyes filled with tears that don't drop, nods in agreement. He begins chugging the liquor in the bottle. He obviously doesn't enjoy it, but he forces himself to endure. After several moments, he finishes the bottle. He looks back at the Jager Bomber~
Deangelo: I hope I'll make you proud...
~Deangelo passes out, falling to the floor. The Jager Bomber kneels beside him~
Jager Bomber: You will... You will...
~Camera cuts back to the arena~
Smith: Who IS this guy?
Hood: He's the Jager Bomber, Smith
Smith: I gathered that much...but who IS he?
Hood: A staunch purveyor of Jager, Smith
Smith: I can tell this is going nowhere...so, moving on. It's time for our second tournament match of the evening...another second chance entrant in Max Ironside looking to spring the second upset of the evening against Chad Vargas.
Hood: Haha, yea right
Smith: Let's head down to ringside
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Scott Syren Bracket – 2nd Round
(1) Chad Vargas (31-7) vs. (8) Max Ironside (2-1)
~A ‘MAX’ chant fills the arena. It’s clear these OCW fans are ready to see Max Ironside cash in his second chance. Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a 2nd round match in the Scott Syren Bracket! The winner will advance to Block Party. Introducing first…
~The lights flash wildly enough to cause seizures and Max runs out, high energy in time with the chugging guitar. He looks happy to be here, to be competing in the ring and he shares that joy with every last person on the way down to the ring, high-fiving and slapping hands with fans along the ramp~
Belvedere: From Battle Creek, Michigan…standing 5’5 and weighing in at 155lbs…Max Ironside!!!
Smith: And there’s Max!!
Hood: Can’t believe he’s back int his thing…WEAK ASS BOOKING
Smith: He nearly upset The Confederate Icon a few weeks back. I think he is very deserving of a second chance.
Hood: I don’t believe in second chances. All a second chance means is that you are rewarding failure.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~“Needle and the Spoon” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begin to play in a very southern sounding way. Chad Vargas, The Confederate Icon, emerges from backstage with one half of the OCW Tag Team Championships over his shoulder. He lowers the shades over his eyes down the bridge of his nose, staring out at the crowd. They give him a mixed reaction. Vargas cocks half a smile before marching down the ramp talking shit to anybody wearing something he might construe as ANTI SOUTHERN~
Belvedere: From Everclear County, Tennessee…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 245lbs…he is a former OCW Champion…he is in the OCW Hall of Fame…he is one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions…he is “The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas!!!
~Vargas hops onto the apron and quickly enters into the ring. He raises his arms in the air talking a bunch of shit to anybody within earshot. Belvedere stands, patiently. Vargas turns, spots him and hands over his tag title “There ya go, Belvedere! Now get the fuck out of my ring!” Vargas yells. Belvedere does not react. He steps through the ropes and exits, carrying Chad’s belt. The bell sounds~
Smith: Chad looking very Vargasy tonight.
Hood: I love me some Chad Vargas! Break that kid’s good arm, Chad!
Smith: Hey!
~Max appears very aware of what he’s stepped into. Vargas stares him down, pissed off that he’s got to face this guy again. Vargas goes right after him. Max is light on his feet, hopping around, trying to keep his distance. Vargas picks up the pace like an angry parent going after their faster than anticipated child. Max takes off. Vargas does the same. Max hits the ropes and springboards off, performing a backflip over the charging Vargas. Vargas finds nothing but the ropes. Max lands on his feet. Vargas turns around and eats a dropkick!! He flips over the top rope and falls to the floor. He sits up, stunned. He slaps at the padding, frustrated. The chants of ‘Max’ increase in volume~
Smith: Way to go, Max! Off to a hot start!
Hood: He’s going to pay for it later.
Smith: You don’t know that.
Hood: Oh yes I do.
~Max grabs the rope with his left hand, looking to propel over with a plancha. He leaps up, over the top rope. Vargas backs away. Max lands on the apron and jumps off, at Vargas. Chad catches Max and falls back, dropping Max face first across the top of the barricade!!! Ironside stumbles backward, holding his chin and throat. He backs into the apron. Vargas rushes forward with a big boot. Max ducks and charges forward…he jumps up, kicks off the barricade, spins around and smacks Vargas in the head with an enziguri!!! Vargas falters to the side, stumbling into the ring steps. The fans go wild~
Smith: Max is making the most of his second chance!
Hood: he knows winning this match won’t regrow that hand, right?
Smith: YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO THERE
Hood: Just like he doesn’t have to come here…but there he is…and here I am
~Max runs at Vargas. He leaps into the air. Vargas catches Max and throws him over his head. Max lands atop the steps! Vargas turns around. Ironside jumps off the steps with a moonsault! Vargas catches Max and dumps him on top of the steps with a power slam!!! Max hits hard!! He arches his back in pain. Vargas marches around the steps, standing over Max’s head, looking down. He clutches Max around the throat, using his left hand, and begins to punch Max in the face with his right. Scruff FINALLY begins a count, yelling ‘ONE!’ The fans at ringside boo and tell Vargas to ‘LEAVE HIM ALONE!’ The more they plead, the harder Chad punches~
Smith: Vargas is not happy.
Hood: Vargas is in a constant state of unhappiness, Smith. That’s why he’s such a good fighter.
Smith: He doesn't have to be THIS mean, does he?
Hood: Look, I’ll jus say it…it’s Embarrassing that Vargas has to face this half a man…not once, but twice. It’s a humiliation far beyond anything he had to do with CJ O’Donnell. OCW should be ashamed booking this…creature against Chad fucking Vargas.
Smith: I must admint…I’m not a fan of the way you speak about Max.
Hood: Sue me.
~Vargas finishes punching Max in the face. We see swelling around the eyes and what appears to be a bloody nose. Vargas pulls Max from the steel steps, showing tremendous arm strength, throwing him over his shoulder. Scruff yells “FOUR!” Vargas walks away from the steps and stops, dropping Max across his knee with a shoulder breaker! Scruff yells “FIVE!” Vargas walks and stops again with another shoulder breaker…this time to Max’s other shoulder. Scruff yells “SIX!” Vargas repeats the process, the first shoulder this time. Scruff yells “SEVEN!” Vargas drills Max’s second shoulder a second time! The fans are booing! Max’s arms are hanging toward the ground, limp. Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Vargas drops Max with a fifth shoulder breaker, the third one on his first shoulder. Scruff yells “NINE!” Vargas nods, realizing he can’t do anymore. So he throws Max, like a spear, through the ropes into the ring. He rolls in behind Max right before the count of ten~
Smith: That was just brutal.
Hood: Two separate shoulders for Max Ironside!
Smith: That poor kid…trying to live out his dream and he has to suffer THIS fate?
Hood: Hey, if he doesn’t like it, he can go back to the playground challenging fifth graders.
~Vargas returns to his feet. Max is on the mat. He’s bot his arms crossed over his belly, bringing his shoulders in, trying to handle the pain that’s crippling both joints. Vargas steps on the right shoulder, pinning it to the mat. He smiles, listening to Max scream in pain. Max kicks his feet in a wild manner, pain biting into every active nerve embedded within his right shoulder. Vargas takes his other foot and places it on Max’s left shoulder. The fans groan and seem to say “Oh no…no…no!” Vargas puts all his weight down onto his left foot…he’s now standing on both of Max’s shoulders, focusing all the weight into the joints. Max yells out in pain, pinned to the ground. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3..NO!
Smith: Max kicked out!
Hood: What an idiot!
Smith: He’s got heart, Hood!
Hood: More heart than brain. You think that ‘injury’ he has is a work? You think his hand looks that way because he tried punching a grown man in the face?
Smith: Absolutely not.
~Vargas stumbles to the side after Max kicks out. As with everything else, this pisses Vargas off. He stomps his big confederate boot right into Max’s chest! Max flattens out on his back, coughing. Vargas reaches for Max’s right arm, snaring it. The fans boo! Vargas yanks him around like a sack of shit. Max winces and tries to fight free, but his left arm (at the shoulder) is too weak at the moment. Vargas positions Max in the center of the ring, holding onto his right arm. He begins the process of applying a Cross armbar! Max, realizing he’s in trouble, musters all the energy he can…he brings his legs up and performs a kip up! While kipping up, he kicks Vargas right in the face!!! The crowd goes wild!! Vargas stumbles back into a corner, stunned. Max leaps to his feet and instantly grabs his right arm and shoulder, doubling over~
Smith: Max has an opening!
Hood: Fuck him up, Vargas!
Smith: This feels like a potential upset, Hood.
Hood: What is this, some sort of feel-good PBS telethon? Get this fucking kid off my screen!
~Max turns and faces Vargas. Max is seething. He charges forward and delivers a huge dropkick!! Vargas is crushed into the corner. Max rolls back to his feet, measures Vargas up and delivers another dropkick!!! Vargas remains crushed in the corner. Max returns to his feet, yells out…the crowd goes wild…he charges forward and delivers a third dropkick!! Vargas slouches forward after this one, feeling the effects of Max’s hard-hitting, face paced, high flying offense. Max is back on his feet…he runs forward, jumps up and drops Vargas out of the corner with Han-decapitation!!!! Vargas rolls toward the center of the ring…on his back, prone. Max sits up and looks around, wide eyed. The fans chant “MAX! MAX!”~
Smith: Pin him, Max! Pin him!
Hood: I thought his handicap was his arm…not his fucking head.
Smith: He wants to put Vargas away with Hammer of Thor, Hood.
Hood: Didn’t that cost him last time?
Smith: It did
~Max hurries to his feet. He hops through the ropes and pulls himself up onto the top buckle as quickly as he can. He winces, reaching for his shoulder. He stands up, steadying his balance. Vargas remains down. The crowd is urging Max to hurry~
Smith: Hurry Max, hurry!
~Max leaps off, high into the air…he comes flying down and CONNECTS WITH THE HAMMER OF THOR!!! The ring shakes with impact!! Max jumps on top of Vargas. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
~The entire arena leaps to their feet! The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…MAX IRONSIDE!!!!!
Smith: He did it! Max did it! I can’t believe it!
Hood: Fucking hell! THIS IS BULLSHIT
Smith: Vargas has gone down! Vargas has been eliminated!
Hood: If this is life then I prefer death!
~Scene Opens. Jason Kortare arrives at the arena as he was walking down the hallway. He sent Marcus Welsh a text asking him to meet him in the hallway near the backstage area where they load up the equipment for the stage. ~
~Inside the hallway, Jason stood outside a door with the words “Marcus Welsh” written on the door. Moments later, Marcus Welsh himself spots Jason as he approaches him.~
[Jason]: “Hey.”
~Marcus and Jason greet each other as backstage interviewer AKB approaches the both of them.~
[AKB]: “Jason Kortare, welcome, what brings you to Monday Night Massacre here tonight?”
[Jason]: “Well, I just left one of my AA meetings but I came here tonight because I have a surprise for Marcus.”
~AKB had a microphone in hand as he was curious to know what Jason had up his sleeve. Behind Jason was an office room. Opening up the door, Jason escorts Marcus and AKB inside what appears to be a well put together custom made office for Marcus. Jason was all smiles.~
[AKB]: “Nice well put together office.”
[Jason]: “Thank you.”
~Jason looks over at Marcus as he stood next to him~
[Jason]: “Well folks, perhaps I should explain…”
~Looking around the office, Jason grins back at Marcus.~
[Jason]: “Over the past week I was able to make a few business calls and after speaking with a rep or two at OCW headquarters, I was able to get Marcus his own personal and private custom made office here in the OCW arena. He doesn't have to share anyone's personal space.”
[AKB]: “Wow, pretty impressive Jase.”
[Jason]: “The reason why I pulled some strings to get this room for Marcus is because well. Next week, after Block Party, I wanted to set up a business trip for Marcus in New York City. I will be coming with him of course. There are some business guys that I would like for Marcus to meet in regards to him having future plans here in OCW. I don't wanna spoil any surprises, so that's all I'm going to say.”
[AKB]: “Brand new office, business deals, business trips. You seem to be really focusing on doing what's good for Marcus.”
~Jason takes in a deep breath as he looks at AKB.~
[Jason]: “Look AKB, Marcus Welsh is a well rounded man in the wrestling business who truly views me as a great talent. All I can do is show him as much support as he shows me. Marcus is good for OCW. I want him to truly get his authority to the fullest here in OCW.”
[AKB]: “Do you have a problem with Zybala?”
~Jason sighs ~
[Jason]: “People think my enthusiasm towards Marcus is based on my disliking towards Zybala and frankly…..That's not the case.”
[AKB]: “Oh.”
[Jason]: “Whatever situations or disagreements or beef that Marcus has with Zybala is something that I don't want to expand. I am simply supporting Marcus. Zybala showed me support on social media over my situation with my drinking and I just wanna thank him for that. Zybala's support was pretty dope.”
[AKB]: “I see…”
[Jason]: “It's all about good business with a great guy like Marcus. I won't give anything else away, but I would like to also go ahead and ask for Marcus to be my manager when I get back in the ring in the middle of May.”
~Marcus seems interested in the proposal~
Marcus Welsh: Jason, this office is really something. I think we can all agree that working in the same room with Zybala has been – horrible. I’m in there answering phone calls, working up payroll, acting as a glorified secretary. While this new office won’t return my previous power it will at least prevent me from having to be reminded every second of every day that Zybala is my superior.
~Kortare pats Welsh on the back, in support~
Marcus Welsh: As far as your proposal goes…I’m going to have to mull it over, Jason. Normally I’d resist from placing my power behind any one wrestler within this company but I feel as though we’ve grown close and bonded so I might be willing to compromise my values for you, Jason.
~Kortare smiles. The two men enter the office, shutting the door behind them. AKB looks into the camera~
AKB: Marcus Welsh has a new, private office furnished for him by Jason Kortare. He may also become Kortare’s manager…this unique relationship continues to evolve before our very eyes.
~We cut back to ringside~
Smith: He can’t become Kortare’s manager…that wouldn’t be fair!
Hood: Why not? Zybala is basically managing Meyhu.
Smith: He is not!
Hood: I think it’s great that Marcus has a support system during these trying times. Kortare is a saint for helping Marcus out.
Smith: I guess…think we might be over dramatizing the situation. It’s not like Marcus Welsh is experiencing any real tragedy.
Hood: He lost his GM position. To Zybala! That’s Shakespearean level tragedy, man!
Smith: I’m not sure I agree with that assertion…anyway, moving on…folks it’s time for our final second round match and tonight’s Main Event. The Incredible One looks to put James Raven down en route to advancing to Block Party. Let’s head to ringside
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Scott Syren Bracket – 2nd Round
(2) The Incredible One (26-8) vs. (6) James Raven (1-0)
~These fans are jazzed up! And, no, they aren’t from Utah. They are merely amped for tonight’s main event! Once again OCW has put on a match featuring a homegrown legend taking on an iconic name recognized throughout the professional wrestling industry. These fans are HYPED. Well, except from one fan in particular...it's that hooded fan from earlier in the evening! He's seated, motionless...we spot a thick beard hanging out from under his chin...the only facial feature that is visible~
Smith: Hood! It's that hooded fan!
Hood: Has he fucking moved since the show opened?
Smith: I don't think so...
Hood: I mean I know this week's show has been a little light compared to recent Massacres but it's not THAT bad.
Smith: There's something about this fan, Hood.
Hood: Yea, he certainly has that 'ominous' vibe to him.
~Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a 2nd Round match in the Scott Syren Bracket! The winner will go on to Block Party. Introducing first…
~The entire arena slowly fades to black as the audience excitedly awaits the entrance of "The Peoples GOAT". The drum beat and guitar solo start and a series of white and blue spotlights come up and pan the crowd. Mike Shinodas voice is heard on the speakers singing~
“Now here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw ‘em up and let something shine, going out of my fucking mind… filthy mouth, no excuse, find a new place to hang this noose, string me up from atop these roofs, high and tight so I wont get loose.”
~By now the fans are going wild and cheering as the spotlights slowly make their way to the top of the entrance ramp where a dim fog begins to form~
“Truth is you can stop and stare, rub myself out and no one cares, dug the trench out and lay down there with a shovel up, out of reach somewhere… yeah, someone pouring in, make it a dirt glass floor again, say your prayers and stomp it out when they bring that chorus in.”
~The spotlights come together as one, and the fog fills the top of the ramp until the downbeat hits and a major blue and silver pyrotechnic display goes off and the rest of the arena lights turn up to full. When the smoke clears James Raven is seen on top of the ramp, his hands thrown up over his head and a huge smile on his face.~
“I BLEED IT OUT!!! Diggin’ deeper just to throw it away, I BLEED IT OUT!!!”
~James makes his way down the ramp, high fiving fans and posing for pictures with several of them until he reaches the base of the ramp. Then, he pauses for a few seconds and sprints for the ring, diving in under the bottom rope and sliding into the center of the mat on his hands and knees. He poses for a second, then gets up and runs for the turnbuckle, climbing up and posing yet again for the fans before doing a 360-degree spin off and doing the same on the opposite turnbuckle. As his music fades out, he stretches in his corner and then waits for TIO~
Belvedere: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada… Standing 6’3 and weighing in at 222lbs…he’s a multi-time Hall of Famer and has been champion more times than you’ve mast…I’m still not saying that. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome a true icon in our sport…James Raven!!!
~The crowd gives a strong reaction~
Smith: James Raven back for his second round match!
Hood: Some people have said his entrance is too long. But I’ve received word that Raven’s response is, “Fuck them, I’ll make it longer if they keep bitching.”
Smith: Eloquent rebuttal
Hood: Dude’s a beast, Smith. TIO’s got his hands fuller than a night out with Aubrey.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The thunderous boom of Disturbed's singer screaming the lyrics causes the crowd to cheer. The Incredible One walks out onto the stage, glancing into the OCW crowd. He curls his arms, before letting out a roar as he throws his leather jacket off and makes his way down the ramp. He slides into the ring from the mat and goes up a turnbuckle, posing for the crowd~
Belvedere: Currently in the ring, from Halifax, NS, Canada, weighing in at 235lbs... he is a former OCW Champion, he is in the OCW Hall of Fame…he is…THE INCREDIBLE ONE!
~TIO jumps off the turnbuckle and climbs another, repeating the pose before coming down. His music fades as he stretches the ropes and loud "TIO" chants echo throughout the arena~
Smith: An OCW legend!
Hood: Yes and another ‘notch’ on Mike Best’s ‘belt’. And by notch I mean ring…and by belt I mean gauntlet.
Smith: Yes, we got it.
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Smith: And here we go!
Hood: TIO’s got another tough one, Smith. James Raven is the favorite nobody is talking about. If he gets past TIO tonight, I predict he’ll go all the way.
Smith: And you wouldn’t be crazy for making that prediction.
~Feeling a little saucy, Raven walks up to TIO and slaps the OCW Hall of Famer across the face!! The crowd goes ‘ooohhh.’ Raven shrugs as if to say ‘do something.’ TIO’s jaw tightens, he springs forward and charges Raven into a corner. He throws overreaching right hands, all of which get blocked by James. James throws a boot into TIO’s gut and immediately reverses position. He delivers a NASTY knife edged chop across the chest!! TIO stumbles forward, holding his chest in pain. Raven grabs TIO by the hair and pulls back, throwing him into the corner so he can deliver another knife edged chop!! TIO shoves Raven out of the way, stumbling forward and dropping to one knee~
Smith: TIO is not a fan of knife edged chops.
Hood: Yes, I’m told he lost a ton of money on SLAP CHOP and it really soured him on any and everything having to do with chop.
Smith: Hmm, that story sounds kind of fishy to me.
Hood: It’s true, man. I’m a journalist. It’s my job to know these things.
~Raven, standing behind TIO, throws a roundhouse kick at the back of TIO’s head. TIO ducks! Raven spins around…TIO rises, grabbing Raven and hoisting him up for a powerbomb!! Raven punches TIO in the forehead at the apex of the move. TIO staggers. Raven falls backward and tosses TIO over with a Hurricanrana!! A disoriented TIO returns to his feet. He stumbles around…he turns to face Raven only to be gutted via a huge spear (Divebomb)!!!! TIO is turned inside out. Raven pops back to his feet~
Smith: HUGE spear by James Raven! He calls that Divebomb!
Hood: TIO’s guts just exploded – internally.
Smith: I’m not sure they exploded, Hood.
Hood: Oh yes they did…believe you me. Now, he’s gutless.
~Raven yanks TIO to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Raven takes off in the opposite direction. TIO hits the ropes. Raven does the same. Raven leaps onto the middle rope performing a moonsault! TIO runs right into the moonsault!! Raven takes TIO down and hooks both legs! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The crowd pops with shock. The bell sounds~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…JAMES RAVEN!!!!!
Smith: James Raven just eliminated TIO!
Hood: That was a pretty impressive moonsault, Smith.
Smith: Raven calls that Ravensault!
Hood: SaUlt in TIO’s festering wound, Smith. He lost in the chamber…he lost to Mike Best…and now he’s lost to James Raven.
Smith: Tough times continue for TIO as his journey to the top of OCW continues to be plagued with dead ends.
Hood: How about this James Raven guy, though, huh? He’s my pick to go all the way!
Smith: Raven is an associate of Aidan Collins. We all know how dangerous King Infinity is inside that ring…James Raven is just as dangerous.
Hood: Yea King Infinity got close but never quite reached the OCW Title scene...maybe Raven can right that wrong.
Smith: We shall see...well folks, Block Party is set! Let's take a look at the lineup along with a brand new poster!
Hood: A new poster?
Smith: Mmhmm
Hood: YEE HAW
LIVE! Monday, April 29th 2019
From Little Bighorn, Montana
Scorpion Bracket Final
El Linchador Bracket Final
OCW Tag Team Championship
SiLVeRFReaK Bracket Final
Scott Syren Bracket Final
Grudge Match
Block Party Semifinal
Block Party Semifinal
OCW Championship
Main Event - Block Party Final
(2) Lurrr vs. (4) The Lost Stranger
(3) Andrea Hernandez vs. (4) Curt Canon
Bob Grenier & Chad Vargas (c) vs. Team ATARI
(1) The Big Bifford vs. (8) Duce Jones
(8) Max Ironside vs. (6) James Raven
Mario Maurako vs. Mike Zybala
Lurrr/TLS vs. Andrea/Canon
Bifford/Duce vs. Max/Raven
Paul Paras (c), Vincent Langston (c), & Matt Meyhu vs. Cecilworth M! Farthington, Max Kael, & Mike Best
TBA vs. TBA
Smith: I don't think it's hyperbole to say that OCW's soul is on the line next Monday in Montana.
Hood: The dawn of a new era is upon us, Smith. Buckle up because shit's about to get wild.
Smith: A band of outsiders have barged into this company and now have a legitimate shot at claiming OCW's most prized possession.
Hood: Speaking of...how about that belt? Looks pretty fucking rad, right?
Smith: Indeed...an opulent accoutrement if I've ever seen one.
Hood: Wut?
Smith: Folks, Block Party is next week! Can OCW stave off the eMpire's rise to success? Who will be crowned Block Party champion? Can Team ATARI dethrone Vargas and Grenier? And, will Maurako give Zybala a marvelous receipt? Tune in next Monday for what could be the biggest show in company history.
~Backstage, we see ‘The Marvel’ himself, Matt Meyhu, standing alone with one hand on his chin. The camera is focused in close on him right from the start. He strokes his chin before glancing up at the camera and smirking slightly.~
Matt Meyhu: It’s been a hectic few weeks. There have been questions about who is actually running the show here, and more importantly, who is fighting for the OCW Championship. Even I, a former two time champion, and the face of OCW, has been left hanging! Despite clearly being TBA! After winning the elimination chamber, the decision should have been clear. And yet… Who knows what happened. I mean, I had to rely on MIKE ZYBALA to right the ship! Desperate times…
~Meyhu hangs his head momentarily, seemingly ashamed of himself. His smirk is quickly erased.~
Matt Meyhu: Zybala of all people. I hate to say it, but he came through. The true number one contender is right where he belongs. And now, things are finally right in the OCW world. Well…
~He rolls his eyes and subtly shakes his head.~
Matt Meyhu: Mostly right. There is still this mess that Welsh has gotten us all into. The circus has come to town, and they seem to think they’re running the show. Their cleverly named ring leader has done all he can to try and get my attention, with a chorus of “yeah!” echoing behind him.
~Meyhu straightens up and looks into the camera. He grins.~
Matt Meyhu: Well, here I am. Your prison yard aspirations of shanking the toughest guy you can find have come to fruition. You’ve got your cronies, I’ve got my team, and we’ve all got a shot at the OCW Championship. We don’t need to dwell on who deserves what. I’m here now, and that’s all that matters. You three are not lacking in confidence, good for you… But the challenge in front of you is unlike anything you’ve faced before.
~Meyhu smiles and nods as he looks left and right.~
Matt Meyhu: Come on! Who’s with me?!
~The cameraman leaves Meyhu and goes to the side, where Vincent Langston is standing. He is holding his Savage Championship on his shoulder with pride, as he glares at the camera.~
Vincent Langston: Mike Best, you have proven yourself to be a complete Mutated Moron. Fitting. You must have a lot in common with our current president, changing the facts to suit your story. I've lost multiple PPVs in a row? False. I defeated Aiden Collins to earn my championship match against Paras, with my own Savage Championship on the line, at Throwback. Cute how you decided that we could just 'forget' that one, but everyone knows the eMpire consists of liars and losers.
~Langston shifts the title on his shoulder, giving it a pat, before turning back to the camera.~
Vincent Langston: The truth is, I've wanted to defend my championship, but neither Welsh nor Zybala have found anyone worthy to contend for it. Hell, look at who the #1 contender is now. Ehud. I rest my case. So you think I should follow your rules and have the Savage Title given to the person who gets the most eliminations. That goes right into your own cowardly plans, doesn't it? It would not shock me to see all of you decide that you can't defeat myself nor Paras, and thus try to give as many eliminations, including yourselves, to Maurako, to at least get the washed-up eMbarrassment a consolation prize. So no, Best, I've talked to Zybala, and I won't be playing your game. However...
~Langston taps the title again, thinking about how it hasn't tasted blood in a long time. Too long.~
Vincent Langston: I did make a different decision. You cowards think you can just steal away this championship from me? Pretend to submit to Maurako just so he can win? That's not happening. No, we take things back to the way they're meant to be. The Savage Title WILL be on the line, but only to the person who can pin me. I don't see any of the losers across the ring from us having any chance, but it will make me even more motivated once the eMpire has been totally eMasculated.
~Langston looks over at Meyhu, sizing him up, before finishing.~
Vincent Langston: There's a war coming. A glorious war. And the blood shed on this day will be legendary.
~The cameraman pans downward toward the floor to find OCW World Champion, Paul Paras, sitting cross-legged on a royal blue yoga mat. His eyes are closed, his palms resting on his knees, and the OCW Title belt nestled in his lap, as if daring someone to break his meditative state to try and take it. He begins talking without so much as opening his eyes.~
Paul Paras: The ancient spirits often spoke of human history as a series of empires, each one eating the previous one as a means to show the world that it was the dominant power on earth. That was, of course, right before each of them was devoured as well. OCW’s latest “eMpire” has quickly and effectively found themselves in an era of great prosperity. They’ve ushered in a wave of usurpers, turned loyal friend into mindless foe, and bludgeoned their way into the hearts and minds of fan and wrestler alike.
~Paras slowly opens his eyes, his esoteric stare gazing at the cameraman as if the Minnesota Messiah can see right through him.~
Paul Paras: Michael… Max… Cecilworth… and even my dear brother Mario… let this be a forewarning. As empires go, yours is mighty. Fierce. Undeniable. But so were the rest. Each of them found themselves beleaguered by the perils of this earth—famine, war, unrest, plague—before they were ultimately resigned to history and nothing more. At Block Party, eMpire, your plague year begins.
~The OCW Champion lifts his championship belt onto his shoulder and calmly pans his gaze over it before looking back at the camera.~
Paul Paras: It’s a shame your rise to glory will be cut short so soon. Trust me when I tell you, this place has stolen the glory of better men than any of you can dream of being. Some of us, however, transcend those boundaries… which is why I hold this championship. It is my honor to hold it and to defend it against driven, all-encompassing athletes like Vincent Langston and Matt Meyhu. To me, this title represents journeys started, stopped, and restarted without ever once betraying what makes the Minnesota Messiah the greatest wrestler on the planet.
~The Zen Master rises to his feet in one controlled, sudden motion as the camera jumps to keep up with him.~
Paul Paras: Your era, on the other hand, is one of betrayal, eMpire. It’s one of greed and excess. And it’s one that is doomed to fail if you believe taking down Paul Paras is the key to your prosperity. On the contrary, I will be the key to your untimely demise. I will be the plague that ends your era. And next Monday, when three of the greatest wrestlers OCW has ever seen storm your walls and send them crashing down...
~Paras glances to either side and is met with a nod by Langston and Meyhu in turn.~
Paul Paras: …We will stand among the ruin, and we will fight until our last breath to see who really is the best. Empires fall, but champions never die.
~Paras reaches out a hand to Langston, just as the Savage Champion did several weeks ago on Massacre. Langston looks Paul in the eye and returns a strong, respectful handshake, a smile crossing his lips as he imagines the carnage at Block Party. Paras and Langston both look to the Marvel, whose arms are crossed. Perhaps remembering his own journey to get here, Meyhu grins cockily and nods at Langston, shaking his hand vigorously. Meyhu looks back at Paras and, more specifically, the OCW World Title draped across the Zen Master’s shoulder. Paras flashes his nonchalant smirk and extends his hand in front of the belt, creating space between it and Meyhu. Matt takes a step back, but his expression remains confident. Meyhu takes one more look at the belt and then grasps Paras’ hand. Fade to Black~