OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, May 20th 2019
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida

~The Monday malaise has just about lifted. It always seems to dissipate the moment you step through that door after a long day back at work. All people could talk about today was some dragon lady and a bitterly disappointing ending to a show that had consumed a good portion of their adult lives. While they ranted and raved we stood back and wondered if they watched OCW. Could we bring that up and maybe enjoy some of this water cooler banter which never actually took place in front of a water cooler? Do they even KNOW who Chastity Temple is and why it’s important that every American be made aware of her genius? What about Sarah Twilight and her claim to the iron briefcase even if the briefcase isn’t really iron? And we can’t forget about Langston facing an 80 year old sheriff from Utah. Do these people have any idea what the eMpire is? They probably do. We should ask next time...next time. Our mind trails off as we are reminded that tonight is Monday Night! It’s Massacre time!! We’re still pretty tired from a super exhausting weekend so we crash land on the couch. Panic hits. Fear strikes! Where is the remote? Whew…it’s right there, within arm’s reach. We were nervous we might have to actually get up and grab it! With the TV on and that HOTv logo present in the bottom, right corner we know shit’s about to get rad. The Massacre logo flashes before fading out into digital ether…the sold out OCW Arena is popping! These people are ravenous! We cut straight to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Smith and alongside me, as always is Hood!

Hood: Yes and I’d like to begin this evening by airing my Game of Thrones grievances!

Smith: Nope! It’s only Monday, Hood. Some of our fans haven’t watched the finale, yet!

Hood: This spoiler sensitive society we inhabit is starting to piss me the fuck off.

Smith: We’re back with another action packed adventure for all you zany wrestling fans! Fresh off the first loss of her career, Kitty Petrova looks to bounce back against a focused Chelsea LeClair.

Hood: C’mon, Kitty! Although Chelsea wouldn’t be a bad choice, either. I heard she threw away some of her VHS tapes. Why is she still using VHS? Maybe that’s why she’s struggling finding a job…nobody has the equipment necessary to view her work!

Smith: I don’t know, Hood. Erin Gordon is back in action taking on GREAT SCOTT.

Hood: Sweet, that means we get to see that entrance video again! Tonight is already a GREAT night.

Smith: The eMpire is back in tag team action as OCW Champion Mike Best and Max Kael take on Lilith and Logan!

Hood: Trial by fire, Smith. We’ll see what Lilith and Logan are made of this evening.

Smith: Several weeks back Darin Zion attacked Noah Hanson. Tonight these two former friends will settle their differences inside an OCW ring!

Hood: Noah looked strong at Death March and he almost defeated Kitty back at Throwback. Darin Zion…I don’t know much about him but people have told me that he’s solid.

Smith: He’s a very accomplished wrestler, Hood. That match should be a good one! We then move our attention to the two matches with title implications. First, a fatal four way to decide Hayley Robinson’s challenger at NSFW. Sterling Silver, Chastity Temple, Cecilworth –

Hood: M!

Smith: Farthington, and Ed Houston all do battle in the hopes of earning a place at the PPV table.

Hood: It’s got to be Farthington, right?

Smith: Ed’s collected three championships since joining OCW. I’d say he’s the favorite…however don’t sleep on Chastity. She appears to be upping her game since suffering her first defeat at the hands of Evin Empire.

Hood: If Chastity wins we may as well make that fuckin belt our new women’s championship!

Smith: That’s very sexist. Total caveman mentality. No place for such an opinion in modern day OCW. And, finally we come to our main event as Vincent Langston returns to the ring to defend his Savage Championship against Ehud of Moab.

Hood: Fuckin’ Ehud.

Smith: It’s a strange one, for sure. Perhaps the strangest title match in company history…at least as far as the competitors are concerned. We’ve got a great lineup in store…we’ll hear from several other stars tonight as the march toward NSFW continues!

Hood: Damn straight

~The PA system begins to play Peter Green strumming the beginning to "The Chain". When Stevie Nicks' vocals start, the unmasked and unhooded figure revealed last week as Madman Szalinski II saunters through the curtain, head hung down and arms swinging from his sides.~

Smith: Well, we won’t be starting off with another boring rant from some douchebag tonight!

Hood: Nope, tonight we’re gonna be starting off with a boring rant from some asshole instead!

~Despite a respectable ovation from the crowd, he is very slow and almost tired looking as his head lifts. He slowly makes his way towards the ring, slapping some fans' hands as he lifts his head towards the ring. His pace quickens along with the song.~

Smith: OCW loved this guy when we saw him a couple months ago, but he’s…

Hood: Stop. There’s literally no good way to bring any of that up. The point is, one day he was just gone. Then he started showing back up wearing a hoodie in eighty-five degree Florida weather, which should be one sign he’s a raging lunatic...

~Once at ringside, he slides into the ring quickly as a direct contrast to his methodical pace getting there. He leaps up to his feet, standing at the ropes to face the hard camera. He does not move a muscle, nor make a noise. He only stares straight through the lens and into the eyes of anyone viewing this broadcast. Yes. You. He is looking right at you.~

Smith: He looks mad, that’s for sure!

~Okay, he’s not staring anymore. You’re good now. Now back to his calm, yet now less tired demeanor, he simply requests a microphone from the ringside table. He waits patiently, nodding in thanks when one is handed through the ropes.~

Smith: He is a very talented young man, with wrestling written into his DNA! I’m beyond curious to hear what he has to say, this is the first time he’s spoken since...

Hood: That’s probably why he asked for the opening segment. Shut up, Smith. Let the kid talk.

~Standing in the center of the ring, he flips around his blonde hair that is sticking to his beard, raising the microphone to his mouth. He looks around the arena, the fans slowly beginning to die down. A distinct “GOD DAMN SON!” is heard somewhere in the back. The voice that finally speaks is not that of Madman Szalinski, or the near spot-on imitation by Madman Szalinski II. It is merely the voice of a nineteen year old man.~

Ross: My name is Ross Hanson. I am the son of Madman Szalinski. The very man I once pretended to be in this ring. I’m done pretending. I never met the guy. He’s never met me. Of all the family he says he had, he never mentioned me once. It’s like….he forgot about me. THEY forgot about me. Everyone’s forgot about me, it seems. From the people who brought me into this world, to the people who surround me in it.

~Ross looks back over into the nearby camera, beginning to talk directly into it briefly.~

Ross: All of you forgot who I am.

~He steps away from the camera slowly, turning his head back around to randomly scan through the crowd.~

Ross: I made a mistake. I admit it right here and right now. I pretended to be my father. I let other people speak for me, and dictate my path. That’s something I’ve never done in my life, and something I won’t ever do again. From this point on, you get me. Not the zombie ice dancer, not the neutered cartoon hero, and not the avatar of a man who is dead and gone. Pas De Deux? That’s French for “this really was a bad fucking idea, Auntie.”

Ross: Now, I am kind of like my dad in some ways. I do live by a code of honor, somewhat. I don’t disrespect innocent people. I don’t take the cheap shot from behind. I don’t stuff metal plates into my kneepads, and I don’t suck up to the owner to get a World Title shot my third match in the company. But I also know from personal experience that being nice doesn’t get you anywhere with people who don’t have honor. I do not believe in such things as playing fair with oppressors and schemers. I do not believe in things like a fair fight when your opponent is playing dirty. I believe in giving them back the same shit they give us.

~The OCW Arena has been quiet so far, allowing Ross to speak. Now, they start to perk up a little bit.~

Ross: If the former OCW Paradigm Champion isn’t listening, someone should tell her to. What happened to you last week, Kitty, is the textbook definition of “reap what you sow.” Cats do love to play as snakes...until they get bitten by one. Kitty Petrova laid in bed with the snake known as Mike Best, and now she has received her just dues. If she wants to blame me, let her. But Kitty, if you really want to know who is to blame, look in the fuckin’ mirror and try not to puke at what you’ve become. You sold your soul to the Devil, and I have no sympathy for you.

Ross: Your eMpire is crumbling, and you know it. Mario Maurako thinks he is a king. You know what happens to most kings? Their own people rise up and remove them from power. Max Kael is pulling his own teeth out with pliers, like that’s supposed to scare anybody. Bet you can’t fuckin’ do it again, gums! The little Kitten has just been dethroned for her championship. The pressure is on, and your backs are against the wall. You’ve burned so many bridges you have none left to cross. And I know Cecilworth’s anorexic ass can probably float down the River Styx on its own even if he isn’t dead, but can YOU swim Mike? Can you stay above water? Fuck it, maybe I AM gonna finish the fight you started with my father!

~The crowd’s cheers are so loud, you’d think the government just announced the full repeal of all taxes. Ross merely points directly into the camera.~

Ross: I WILL SEE YOU SOON, M-PLOW! SOON, BUT NOT YET! Be patient, asshole, your time’s gonna come...on my time.

~Ross shows a rather uneasy smile, his first of the evening. He even winks to the camera, giving a thumbs up with the index finger sticking out.~

Ross: Well...now that we’ve got that out of the way…

Voice: Somebody say ‘eMpussies?’

~The crowd erupts - and even Ross cannot suppress a grin - as Pantera’s ‘Mouth For War’ starts up on the arena’s PA system. A moment later, the reaction becomes even stronger as the owner of said theme song - freshly-crowned Paradigm Champion Hayley ‘The Raven’ Robinson - walks through the entrance curtain and begins to make her way to ringside.~

Smith: It’s Hayley the Raven! The new Paradigm Champion is here, and this crowd love her for it!

Hood: Oh boy. TWO loudmouths for the price of one. Must be sale day at the WHINE shop...get it? The WHINE shop?

~Smith does not even dignify this with an answer - not that he could have, anyway. Even if he had wanted to say something, it would have been ignored by all but the most unattentive of fans. For, the moment Hayley set foot in the ring, the focus of attention has changed - specifically, the entire arena has become focused on what the Paradigm Champion is holding in her hands. Acutely aware of precisely this, the young blonde promptly holds the item in question up to the stands, quipping:~

Hayley Robinson: Yeah, I got some shit to say ‘bout them asswipes, too. Fuck all that, tho’ - y’all seen my duck?

~No sooner has the fan-favourite held up the animal than the crowd respond, in a jubilant chorus:~

Crowd: IT’S A NICE DUCK!!!

Ross: ...it IS a nice duck…

Smith: ...why, yes it is! It’s a nice duck! In fact, it’s THE nice duck! I guess our Paradigm Champion is its new owner…

Hood: Bet you she stole it. Bet you anything.

Smith: ...she’s just had a Championship payday, Hood. Why would she need to steal it?

Hood: Trust me. She stole it. I know these trailer trash types.

Smith: ...I’m sure you do.

~Noticing he is about to dig a rather large hole for himself, Hood wisely opts for silence - unlike the Paradigm Champion, who continues her spiel, a wide grin on her features:~

Hayley: Bet y’all ass it’s a nice duck. Name of Mike. ‘Cause the way I sees it...if it look like a duck...an’ it walk like a duck...an’ it quack like a duck...it’s gotta be the OCW World Champion!

~This, predictably, sends the crowd into a frenzy, and causes Ross Hanson to re-enact the famous ‘roasting’ meme. Hayley, on the other hand, sees herself forced to pause for a few seconds, to let the reaction die down, before continuing:~

Hayley: That’s right, Mike. I be right here. How ‘bout that match y’all wanted?

~The blonde pretends to listen to the rather evident sound of silence, before adding:~

Hayley: Say what? Y’all booked? Sheeeeeiiit. An’ here I be thinkin’ that make you a duck! Y’know, on ‘count a’ y’all done said so when I be booked the other week. Figure it be a’ight when y’all the big bad OCW Champion tho’, amirite?

~The crowd once again give a resounding reaction, causing the cocky smirk on Hayley’s features to widen.~

Smith: Typical Hayley! Calling it as it is, and never afraid to grab the bull by the horns!

Hood: This bull just might gore her, though. One can only hope…

~Once again, Smith thinks it wiser to simply ignore his partner - a decision made even easier by the Paradigm Champion, who has once again begun to talk:~

Hayley: ‘Fact, y’all...how ‘bout we tell ol’ Mike what we be thinkin’ of his shit?

~Then, without waiting for an answer from the crowd, Hayley begins to fist-pump rhythmically, as she intones:~

Hayley: Quack. Quack. Quack. QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK…

~Picking up on the pop culture cue, the crowd is once again delighted to play along with the fan-favourite (with even Ross joining in), and it takes no more than a few seconds for a deafening, gleeful chorus to spread across the arena:~

Crowd: QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!

Hood: ......SERIOUSLY?

Smith: Yes. Seriously.

~The smirk on Hayley’s lips becomes a full-blown smile as she directs a ‘much love’ gesture towards the camera - presumably aimed at her still not-cleared-to-compete tag team partner in the Dirty Birds. It takes no more than a few moments, however, for her to once again bring the focus around to more serious matters:~

Hayley: Fo’real tho’, y’all. Fuck wastin’ a fourteen-fuckin’-hour trip on some lame-ass duck. Plane rides be costin’ hella money, y’all! I ain’t ‘bout to be comin’ all this way to be sittin’ on my ass watchin’ other folk ‘rassle! HELL to the nuh-uh!

~Hayley turns her attention to the belt on her left shoulder, as if she was just taking notice of it for the first time right then. Slowly, almost thoughtfully, she removes it from its resting place, holding it aloft for the crowd to see.~

Hayley: ‘Fact, y’all know what? I be finna start this shit next week, but fuck it. We be doin’ this right now. See, I ain’t finna be like them other Champions. I ain’t finna sit on my ass an’ be waitin’ for my name to be showin’ up in no roll sheet. I ain’t finna be here when nobody tell me. I’m finna be here when I be wantin’ to. An’ right now...I be wantin’ to.

~The smirk on the blonde’s features widens once more as she adds:~

Hayley: So, startin’ right the fuck now, anybody be wantin’ a piece a’ me or this here belt can step to my rookie ass. I ain’t give a shit who. Mike Best, Mike’s boo thang, Jack Goddamn Puffer...hell, Scruff the Ref Man can come get some if he be feelin’ like it! Any-fuckin’-body. Y’all be wantin’ a piece of me...y’all can come ‘n’ get it.

~A predictably raucous reaction follows this announcement - one which becomes even more raucous when a challenger promptly appears to take Hayley up on her offer! Ross Hanson - who has until now not left the ring, apparently captivated by the youngster’s speech - wastes no time literally stepping up to where Hayley sits, propped up on the turnbuckle. Seeing this only makes the blonde smile wider, and her and Hanson promptly begin to jaw-jack. Sadly, they do this off the mic, leaving fans and announcers clueless as to the nature of their words to one another. ~

~An educated guess can be made, however, when Hanson holds out a hand towards Hayley, palm upwards, in a demanding gesture. The arena once again reaches boiling point as the youth appraises it, and responds with some more inaudible jaw-jacking. Hanson, however, stands his ground, not giving an inch, and his insistence is eventually enough to make Hayley roll her eyes in contempt and reach for her shoulder once again.~

Smith: HERE WE GO, HOOD! This is it! An unscheduled title defence between these two young hopefuls!

~Smith’s excitement may, however, have been premature - for, as it turns out, Hayley is reaching not for her belt, but for the breast pocket in her leather jacket. It is from there that, a moment later, she removes some sort of small object, which she promptly hands to Hanson.~

Smith: ...what?...

Hood: Ohhh...this is priceless. This is fucking priceless! Slim Jims! It’s fuckin’ Slim Jims!

Smith: ...Slim Jims? Am I missing something?

Hood: I guess Number Two there gave Little Miss Trailer Trash his sausage earlier…

~The gift of Slim Jims is, however, apparently enough to appease Hanson, who promptly turns and starts walking away from Hayley, and out of the ring. He has not gone more than two steps, however, before the youngster leaves her perch on the turnbuckle, catches up to him, and whirls him around to face her. Another intense staredown takes place between the two as, this time, it is Hayley who holds out a hand demandingly.~

Smith: What...what now?!

~The roles do appear to be reversed, as it is now Ross’s turn to eye-roll and reach into his pocket. What comes out of said pocket are not, however, sausage-based treats, but rather a roll of quarters. The fans give a short but emphatic reaction, thinking the newcomer may be about to hit the rookie Champion over the head with it, but Ross does nothing quite so violent; instead, he simply unrolls the plastic bag, counts out a certain number of quarters, and hands them to Hayley. This, in turn, is seemingly enough to appease the teenager, who nods and pats her interloper on the shoulder approvingly. With that, both youngsters - and the one very NICE DUCK - turn and leave the ring side by side, not another word exchanged between them as they disappear behind the curtain, and out of sight.~

Smith: An interesting dynamic between these two!

Hood: I still can't get over Hayley procuring the fuckin duck! Farthington won't be happy.

Smith: He has had his eye on that duck for weeks. He threw money at it last week...not sure how he thought that would render a legal purchase

Hood: I'm guessing he had just returned from the stip club.

Smith: Regardless...Hayley, the new Paradigm Champion is out here letting the world know that she's determined to make a weekly impact! And, with Ross Hanson at her side it's hard to doubt any future success. Our opening match is only moments away...but first, an advertisement for HOTv!

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~We cut backstage where Hayley Robinson and Ross Hanson are seen preparing to feed the duck. The crowd pops~

Marcus Welsh: HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

~The crowd begins to boo when they see Marcus Welsh, flanked by Barry Man is Low and Knux, his hulking personal security guards. Welsh seems furious~

Marcus Welsh: Who said you could take this duck, huh? WHO?!

~Hayley starts to respond, but Welsh cuts her off~

Marcus Welsh: I bet it was ZYBALA. He’s not on vacation…he’s back here lurking around, trying to make things miserable. GUARDS! Seize the duck and return it to its rightful place! We’ve got an auction on the horizon for this duck. We can’t simply give expensive property like this away for free! Especially not to…people like these two…

~Welsh’s words ooze with disdain. Hayley tries to fight back, as it’s in her nature, but a wealth of security rush in, preventing her or Ross from being able to do or say anything. The fans inside the OCW Arena are booing like crazy as THE DUCK is taken from the two happy youngsters and returned to it’s heavily guarded glass box. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Well that was RUDE

Hood: Please, Welsh is protecting his investment. As he said…we can’t just GIVE that duck away. That’d be like giving away KFC’s original recipe.

Smith: Interesting analogy

Hood: I like ducks…but Chickens can fuck off.

Smith: Classic Welsh…raining all over Hayley’s parade. It really is sad to see.

Singles Match
Erin Gordon (1-0) vs. Great Scott (0-1)

~The fans are FRESH and ready to go! It’s only been a week since we last broadcast a match from the OCW Arena but it FEELS like at least a week and a half. Belvedere, inside the ring, clears his majestic throat for the first of several times this evening. The crowd goes wild!~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

~GREAT SCOTT COMES DOWN TO THE RING WITH HIS CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AND A BEAR WHO IS GREAT NAMED GREAT BEAR AND THEY ARE LISTENING TO THE WHOLE CROWD CHEER AND THEN THEY GET INTO THE RING AND THE BEAR DOES A COOL DANCE AND GREAT SCOTT IS VERY OVER~

Smith: Great Scott making his second appearance…this time, with a dancing bear.

Hood: Nice to see GREAT Scott using that paycheck he earned last week wisely.

Smith: I guess…

Belvedere: From The Greater Metro Area of Great Falls, Montana…standing probably 6’9 and weighing in somewhere between 210 and 265lbs…Great Scott!!

~The crowd goes wild for Great Scott! The man is already over with these fans. Scott holds up the random championship he has acquired through means of which we aren’t fully aware. The Bear continues to dance~

Smith: So we’ve got Great Scott leading us off and Ehud ending the show, potentially. Classic OCW, I guess.

Hood: Hey! Turn that frown upside down you buzzkill! Great Scott is MONEY

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~The overhead lights slowly go dark as the first strummed chords of 'Hurricane' fill the air, the crowd's cheers rising in response to the woman that is about to emerge. Gray lights flare into being around the curtain when the song starts proper, illuminating the outline of the Oncoming Storm as she stands with her shoulders square and her hands curled into fists at her sides. The wind machine is on behind her, blowing her hair around as her gaze moves over the assembled crowd and the surroundings alike... before it settles upon the ring. As 'Hurricane' cuts to the chorus, she makes her way down the aisle, not shying away from the hands that reach out for her~

It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain… 'til the levee breaks.
A tidal wave of fear and pain carries us away.
Another fight into the night until nothing else remains.
How do we find harbor from the hurricane?

~Erin's focus never wavers, even as she grabs onto the ropes and hauls herself up onto the apron. Wiping her feet, she climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes before she heads to her corner, turning to rest her back against the turnbuckles. Only then does she play a little to the crowd, a single fist thrusting itself skyward to earn more cheers as her music fades.~

Belvedere: From Blooming Valley, Pennsylvania…standing 5’7 and weighing in at 154lbs…Erin Gordon!!!

Smith: Erin Gordon making her second appearance here in OCW.

Hood: She looked great in her debut…but that’s pretty common when you’re talking about John E Depth. Tonight a bigger test looms.

Smith: She takes a step up in competition before finding herself waist deep in the competitive marsh of OCW.

~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds. Scruff walks over and pats the Dancing Bear on its shoulder. The Bear is mid ‘water sprinkler’ action before coming to a halt. He lowers his head, sadly upon realizing he must exit. Great Scott slaps the Bear hard on the chest, in a friendly manner. But he’s so GREAT that the slap nearly takes the bear down. The Bear is okay with this. He retrieves the unknown belt from Scott and exits the ring. Great Scott hops around looking extremely GREAT. Erin Gordon has done her best to ignore the foolishness~

Smith: Erin Gordon has a very inspirational story to tell. If she were to find great success in OCW it could send a positive message to people everywhere. So, naturally, her first two opponents are John E Depth and Great Scott.

Hood: You say that like it’s a bad thing. Would you have rather seen her face The Menace or Deathface?

Smith: Who is Deathface?

Hood: A super spooky character instilling fear into the hearts of dozens over at some promotion nobody really cares about.

~Great Scott rushes at Erin! He’s full of energy. Erin ducks a lariat! Scott turns around and eats a few knife edged chops into the chest. Erin is throwing all her weight into the chops, trying to create as much force as possible. Scott’s size prevents too much damage from being accrued…aside from the skin irritation. He looks down at his chest after the fourth chop, seeing a few red lines, increasing in color. Erin throws another chop…Scott catches her arm~

Smith: Those are like paper cuts to Great Scott.

Hood: Yep, they are simply going to irritate the fuck out of him.

Smith: Erin’s going to have to divert her course of action if she desires to remain competitive in this match.

Hood: Great Scott is like 300 times stronger than her, at least!

~Great Scott spins her around, almost as though the two are dancing. He hooks her from behind for a German Suplex. He tosses her over his head. She flips over, landing on her feet. She hits the ropes. Scott turns around…Gordon leaps into the air with a crossbody. Scott catches her…he spins around and throws her over his head with a Fallaway Slam!! Gordon hits hard, arching her back in pain~

Smith: The size and strength advantage on full display right there.

Hood: Yea…Erin will learn that you can’t jump at a guy with that kind of size advantage. At least not when he’s got two good legs.

Smith: I’ll just say it…it’d be a TRAVESTY if Erin lost this match.

Hood: Burying GREAT Scott. That is NOT great commentary.

~The Bear is on the outside the ring, acting as a furry mascot for GREAT Scott. He holds the title up while dancing to imaginary music. Great Scott is back on his feet. He hits the ropes, bounces off and leaps into the air with a GREAT splash!! He comes down, dropping all his weight on top of Erin. He makes the cover. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Erin survives a GREAT Splash

Hood: See? There you go. It’s not hard to give GREAT Scott some praise.

Smith: It’s like a disease. I hadn’t even realized I’d praised the man.

~Great Scott pops back to his feet. The Bear continues to dance outside the ring. Scott pumps his fist in the air, feeding off the GREAT energy inside the OCW Arena. Erin sits up…she reaches her feet. Scott charges forward, taking her down with a shoulder tackle!! Erin hits hard. She fights to her feet again. Scott bulldozes her over with another shoulder tackle!! Scott’s got some GREAT momentum going~

Smith: GREAT Scott proving to be too much for Erin Gordon to handle.

Hood: No doubt she’d have trouble handling a man of his GREATNESS.

Smith: That’s not what I meant.

Hood: Sure as shit sounded like it.

~Erin is slow to her feet. All this punishment is taking its toll. GREAT Scott charges forward with a FIST. He throws the fist at Erin’s face. But Erin ducks!! GREAT Scott stumbles forward, confused. Erin runs, hits the ropes and leaps into the air at GREAT Scott. Scott turns around and opens his arms to catch her…only this time Erin avoids the Cross Body and takes GREAT Scott down with Windswept (Sling Blade)!!!! The fans pop! Erin makes the cover~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…ERIN GORDON!!!!!

Smith: Wow! Erin hit her patented Sling Blade…a move she calls Windswept out of nowhere!

Hood: Great Scott was expecting another cross body.

Smith: I think so but Erin tricked him and managed to secure the victory.

Hood: Damnit…that was NOT great.

~Erin rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp. She’s still in obvious pain. The Bear lowers its head on the outside, crestfallen over Scott’s defeat~

Smith: Tough loss for GREAT Scott. Although, he’s at least entertaining these fans!

Hood: He’s the most impactful 0-2 wrestler in company history.

Smith: Indeed

~Massacre immediately cuts backstage as we find OCW newcomer, Lilith, storming down the corridor looking rather annoyed. In one of her hands she is holding the paw of her best friend in the whole wide world, Teddy, her other hand is up to her ear as she's seen to be on her phone mid conversation to someone~

Lilith: I DONT CARE… I DONT CARE… I DONT CARE!!!

~Lilith pauses a moment as she listens to whoever is on the other end of the phone. ~

Lilith: Yeah whatever. I'd love to see you try that! BESIDES it's complete BULLSHIT that you're sending me here! What you get some kinda sick thrill out of sending girls……. SHUT UP! I bet you wouldn't like it if I sent you to… COOKIE CLUB!

~Once again Lilith pauses as she stands at the top of a set of extremely unkempt steps leading down to who knows where. They looked SUPER creepy and the door at the bottom of them didn't exactly look much more welcoming~

Lilith: I wasn't even listening to you just then! Seriously though why does this thing have to be in a basement?! Do you know how creepy basements are?! SHUT UP! I swear to God Bear if they sacrifice me to some imaginary hippy person I will NEVER shut up about it!

~Lilith pauses again as whoever she was speaking to was clearly pointing out the errors in what she had just said. She begins to slowly make her way down the steps careful not to slip and fall~

Lilith: Yeah well I'll be the loudest, most annoying ghost ever! So HA!!! Anyway… im here now so ummmmm, you know, go screw yourself and all that… Mucus!

~With that Lilith hangs up her phone, shoves it back into her bra and pushes down the rusty looking door handle. The door opens with an ominous creak, revealing a dark room with a concrete floor. The only source of light is a single solitary bulb, like something out of a very emo and very bad promo. And underneath that light is the Technical Virgin and God’s Girlfriend, Chastity Temple. She gives Lilith a grin that a Stepford wife would call a little chilly~

Chastity: Hello, Lilith. We’ve been waiting for you. The Lord spoke to me about your arrival… and I got a text from management. Welcome to Bible Club!

~The petite pinnacle of purity gestures towards the shadows where half a dozen husky neckbearded OCW fanboys lurk dressed in Bible Club shirts. Sleaze merchant and jobber to the adequate John E. Depth is among them, wincing slightly as he sees Lilith and remembers what happened the week before to his moneymaker. Luckily a crack team of urologists and fluffers prevented him from having a permanent injury~

Chastity: We have three rules in Bible Club. The first rule is always talk about Bible Club. The second rule is always talk about Bible Club. How else are we supposed to spread the Word of God. And the third rule is if it's your first night at Bible Club, you gotta read the bible. Are you ready to read, Lilith?

~Lilith hadn't really been listening to much of what the weird, but oddly super attractive, religious girl had been saying. She'd been far too busy checking out her surroundings. This was the first time Lilith had ever been in a religious place, usually she'd get thrown out the second she told them that her name was Lilith. She had no idea why this was. Eventually the brunette brings her attention back onto Chastity with a curious smile on her face~

Lilith: So Ummmmmm… three questions! ONE… how come my name makes you all shiver so much? I'm guessing it's because you saw my match last week and know EXACTLY what I'm capable of? TWO… does the bible have pictures because if not NO DEAL SUNSHINE! And THIRD of all and most important… do you have any cookies here?

~Lilith pauses again as in the corner of her eye she spots what she assumes was a bowl of cookies. She quickly rushes over to them and begins eating the weird looking biscuits, quickly pulling a grossed out face and spitting them back out~

Lilith: THE HELL DO YOU CALL THAT?! I gotta say Miss Godly Bear if your other stuff is as bad as THAT… I am NOT going to enjoy my time here AT ALL! JESUS CHRIST I NEED A DRINK NOW! GET THAT HORRIBLE TASTE OUT OF MY MOUTH!

~Lilith runs over to what she thinks is a large container of water, cupping her hands into it and taking a large mouthful of it. She immediately spits it out, grasping at her throat and falling to her knees~

Lilith: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! OH GOD!!! Even your water tastes disgusting!

~Lilith starts to cry as she loudly moans out in pain. ~

Lilith: IT BURNS!!!

~The assembled dork look on with a mixture of confusion and horror as they witness Lilith’s agony… except for one~

Neckbeard: Kinda hot watching her moan like that.

Another Neckbeard: Shhh… you know Chastity doesn’t like that kind of talk!

Neckbeard: Please, we’re all here just to be near her and that sweet little bod of her. Don’t tell me you don’t wanna bend her over and WAAAAAAGH!

~The poor schmuck hunches over and collapses to the concretes, a Bible Club shirt imbedded in his crotch. A disapproving Chastity glares at him, holding her t-shirt cannon~

Chastity: No lust allowed! Or any other deadly sins! This is a safe space!

~The only reply from her victim is a high-pitched whimper. Chastity tosses her cannon to Depth and then turns her attention back to Lilith~

Chastity: Wow, you clearly need Jesus. Like ALL the Jesus. Let me give you this.

~Reaching into a backpack at her feet, Chastity takes out a Precious Moments Children’s Bible. A blond moppet with big eyes prays on the cover. Chastity giggles at the uber-cuteness and hands the bible to Lilith. The brunette picks herself up off the floor, brushing herself down a bit and looking down at the book super curious. She then looks back at Chastity with tears in her eyes.~

Lilith: I don't want to read this book… Teddy told me all about it! It hates lesbo bears AND also cute little witches who never hurt anybody! Well… except for all the people who deserved to get hurt anyway…

~Lilith looks over at Teddy and gives him a quick smile. She can't help but think to herself how super cute he looks right now sitting up on the table next to the horrible tasting cookies~

Lilith: He's the cutest, right? And he'd never lie to me… not ever!

~Chastity looks over at Teddy, not understanding what Lilith’s talking about. She clearly sees him as nothing more than a simple teddy bear, Lilith knows he's so much more than that~

Lilith: He's… Ummmmmm… possessed… by... a bunch of demons.

~He isn't really, but Lilith hates people looking at him the way the people around her are. Chastity looks at Lilith pensively, then her big brown doe eyes grow wide~

Chastity: I know how to get rid of those demons! With the power of song! Music can always defeat evil! Just watch any Disney movie! OK, Bible Club… let your voices soar!

~The assembled voices don’t so much soar as they lumber about. But what the off-key and mumbling singers lack in quality they make up for with… nothing, really. However, Chastity’s voice is as pure as that place between her thighs~

Jesus loves me! This I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

~Finally everyone quietens down as Chastity turns her attention back onto Lilith, who's standing with her hands over her ears and tears rolling down her flawless face. Lilith finally brings her hands down though as she realizes that everyone has finally shut up~

Lilith: Teddys right. I… I can't be in a place like this. I'VE SEEN THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA AND I KNOW WHAT YOU PEOPLE ARE LIKE! What you're like to witches… what you're like to MY SARAH!!!

~Lilith visibly grows extremely angry and looks as though she's about to explode in a fit of rage. Chastity approaches her calmly, with a look of benevolence on her face~

Chastity: Lilith, calm down. I can save you. Save you from the demons. Save them from that witch who has soooooo cast a spell on you…

~This threat to her wife is the last straw and Lilith lunges at Chastity with a growl! But the rest of Bible Club leaps in to protect the only female who will talk to them that’s not named Mom. As she gets surrounded by a wall of flesh with questionable hygiene, Lilith throw the Precious Moments Children’s Bible at the lightbulb, plunging the basement into darkness!~

Chastity: Where did she go? And who’s touching my butt?

Depth: Oh, that’s me. Sorry.

Chastity: You haven’t let go yet.

Depth: Oops.

Chastity: John E!

Depth: Fine!

~As John E. Depth eventually takes his hand off Chastity’s tush, one of the other Bible Club members has screwed in a new bulb. The sudden illumination reveals that Lilith is nowhere to be seen~

Chastity: Gone! And before we got to the VeggieTales marathon! I really love the cucumber.

~Much snickering ensues amongst Bible Club until Chastity glares at them~

Chastity: Be serious! The Devil has a strong grip on Lilith and we need to save her… especially from that witch Sarah Twilight! But first I have a match that will put me on the road to becoming the Paradigm of Purity! Let’s go!

~And with that Chastity and Bible Club exit the basement… except for the schmuck still on the floor in pain~

Neckbeard: Guys… don’t leave me here… guys…

Smith: I'd like to announce that I'm submitting my application to become a member of Chastity's Bible club.

Hood: That fucking figures.

Smith: I'm always willing to help out a good cause.

Hood: More like you're always there to encourage terrible people. Here's hoping the eMpire smothers the hopes and dreams of Lilith and Chastity Temple tonight.

Smith: Well I hope you're wrong!

~The shot switches to backstage, where Vincent Langston is preparing himself for battle in his locker room. But it doesn't look like the preparation is for Ehud. Instead, Langston is studying a series of documents, each with a picture of a wrestler at the top. Hayley Robinson can clearly be seen on the first one. The second page has a picture of Team Atari. There are other pages underneath, presumably having information about Andrea Hernandez and who knows who else. The door opens, and Langston's friend The Sarge, aka Ronnie Powell, walks in.~

Vincent Langston - Evening, Sarge. All relaxed now after your vacation?

Ronnie Powell - With the two grandkids running around? And my wife nagging me about my weight? Hell, I feel like I'm on vacation now being back away from the family. How's Cassie doing?

Vincent Langston - She's staying with family tonight. I figured she probably wouldn't enjoy seeing the fight here tonight. No reason to add any trauma.

Ronnie Powell - Smart plan. So I see the research is continuing.

~Langston smirks and lifts up the folder, showing the documents inside.~

Vincent Langston - Yep, lots of possibilities. That "Oh Shit" contract is coming into play, very soon.

Ronnie Powell - I know you're interested in other fights, but shouldn't we go prepare for Ehud of Moab? I know how you feel about it, but you might as well be warmed up for it.

Vincent Langston - Seriously? Whatever you say, Sarge. But I guarantee the warm-up will be the match itself.

~Langston tosses the folder behind him and stands up, stretching. He follows the Sarge out the door, as the camera turns and zooms in on the papers that are now strewn across the locker room. Two earn the cameraman's attention: one has a picture of Marcus Welsh, and the other Zybala. We go back to ringside.~

Hood: What the fuck? What were those pictures doing in there? I get Langston scoping out the other champions, but why Marcus?

Smith: And Zybala...

Hood: I suppose, although I'd pay to see Langston vs. Zybala.

Smith: Well, Langston does have the Oh Shit contract still, having not cashed it in yet.

Hood: Yeah, but that contract is only good for all of the titles except for the OCW Title, right?

Smith: Well, conceivably... couldn't "Commissioner" or "General Manager" be considered a title?

Hood: I... no? I mean... not General Manager... but maybe Commissioner... someone tell Marcus we need to fix a loophole!

Smith: I'm sure he'll figure out a way to prevent his GM status from vulnerability. Zybala as commissioner, however..

Hood: Commissioner Langston? That'd be...interesting.

Smith: Indeed. These contracts are getting out of control, Hood. Our General Manager is going to have to make some decisions about these cash ins relatively soon.

Hood: He should do what he always does...take them away and blame Zybala.

Smith: Talk about unfair! Hopefully the right decisions are made in the near future. In the meantime we've got a showcase for our fans tonight as two non-contracted talents do battle. Noah Hanson and Darin Zion are up next!

Singles Match
Noah Hanson (4-3) vs. Darin Zion (0-0)

~The fans in the arena are still trying to calm themselves down from the overwhelming excitement of seeing Great Scott in action. After all, he’s pretty great. Erin Gordon was also there! Still on Massacre, we are not backwards looking, we look to the forward through the lens of the past and now we are here in the now and the now is the time for MORE MATCHING~

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it’s A MAAAAAATCH!

Hood: Great, I was worried this would not be a match but it’s a match.

Smith: We’ll ignore my colleague to highlight that Noah Hanson who has not been seen for a number of weeks on OCW television is about to make his return to Monday nights against his former protege, friend and travel buddy turned rival, Darin Zion.

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~“Baby Elephant Walk” by Henry Mancini definitely DOESN’T play and Darin Zion definitely DOESN’T do an endless series of cartwheels to the ring because I did research and I know from using THE INTERNET that Darin Zion’s theme music is actually “Bow Down” by I Prevail. Zion walks out from the ring adorned in the leathery-est of hoodies. He slaps a few fans hands as he rushes towards the ring, a lot of the OCW loyal not entirely sure what to make of the HoTV contracted HOW supermegastar~

Hood: When did we sign The Green Arrow?

Smith: That’s Darin Zion!

Hood: I wish it wasn’t.

Belvedere: Introducing first, he hails from… let’s say High Octane Wrestling for arguments sake… standing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds he stand 6 foot tall… DARINNNNNN ZIIIIIIIONNNNNNNN!

Hood: That’s kinda chunky for a man his size ain’t it?

Smith: Shush! It’s all muscle.

~Zion leaps into the ring and gets down upon bended knee as he points out to the crowd who are still reserving judgement of this outsider, last seen in OCW months prior. As Zion awaits his opponent and former mentor, “Killing in The Name” by the Machine Ragers blast out over the personal announcement system~

Belvedere: And his opponent…

~Out from the back swaggers Noah Hanson, staring daggers at Zion who stands smiling in the ring. The crowd give Hanson a polite smattering of applause while others give a bit of the boo~

Belvedere: He hails from Kansas City, weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, he is roughly six foot three inches tall... he is a man who enjoys fine steaks… THE A-LISTERRRRRRRR NOAHHHHHHHH HANSONNNNNNNNNN!

Smith: Oddly specific introduction from Belvedere.

Hood: I do like a man who enjoys a fine steak!

Smith: Not really sure what that KFC comment was about.

~Noah threatens a few fans with the ole puncheroo on the way to the ring but even while amusing himself with the idea of fan abuse, he does not break eye contact with Zion for even a mere moment. He instructs Scruff to back Zion up to his corner so he can enter the ring unconfronted. Scruff, a diligent referee obliges and Zion puts up little battle, merely smiling at the early gamesmanship of Hanson~

Smith: Two men with a lot of history here. Sure the OCW loyal may not know too much of their pasts but to these two… it’s real and it’s personal. Hanson was about to brutalise Curt Cannon upon his ejection from the Block Party but Darin Zion put a stop to it, hoping to remind his mentor of the man he should be. It would be obvious say Hanson didn’t take too kindly to this.

Hood: Has anyone ever taken kindly to Darin Zion?

Smith: These two have been through it all together. I’ve been doing some reading and some even say that they’ve killed a man together!

Hood: WEAK ASS SNIPING!

~Belvedere gives a polite nod to Scruff and exits the ring, Scruff does a quick check of the two men as they stare each other down with the fury of one thousand and one suns. Scruff, satisfied that no hidden weapons are upon either man signals for the bell and they waste absolutely no time rushing towards each other. There’s no locking up in this one as Zion and Hanson immediately slug it out back and forth with flying fists right in the middle of the ring. Hanson is the first to go a bit lower, giving an uppercut right to the gut of Zion, providing a little bit of space between the two. Hanson follows this up by booting Zion in the ropes but Zion is quick to turn the tide, using the moment to his advantage and sending Hanson down with a clothesline~

Smith: We knew this one would be personal, these two have traveled the roads together for years.

Hood: Zion was so upset about this whole ordeal he sadly ate half a burger in his car.

Smith: Only half?

Hood: WEAK ASS BURGIN’!

~ Zion lets out a roar and one member of the OCW faithful in Key West returns this by tossing a piece of burnt toast in the ring. Scruff is quick to rush into action and kicks the breaded treat out of the ring as Zion looks on, a bit bemused by the whole ordeal. The toast distraction works long enough however for Hanson to get back to his feet and drill an elbow right in the jaw of Darin Zion. ~

Smith: I’m not sure what that was about, I hope that fan gets escorted out of the arena for ruining such a prestigious match!

Hood: Well both men love to eat on camera, maybe the fan was showing his support to both men.

~As Zion tends to his jaw, Hanson shows a bit of his height advantage, scooping Zion up and dropping him down hard to the mat with a scoop slam. Hanson is quick to follow this up with a sharp elbow drop to the chest of Zion. Zion gasps out for air as Hanson works his way down to the legs of Zion. Hanson holds Zion’s left leg and drops a second elbow right down on the knee of Zion. Knee yells out in pain as a self-satisfied smirk sweeps across the face of the the self-proclaimed A-Lister. Knowing the damaging he’s inflicting, Hanson drops a second elbow right down on the knee~

Smith: A very tactical focus from Noah Hanson right here. Zion has a lot of leg based offense including his Devastation finishing maneuver.

Hood: It’s a fitting name, a Zion victory would be complete devastation for this company.

~Hanson yanks Zion’s leg using his free arm to spin his finger up in the air in a circular motion. He signals for the Figure Four Leg Lock and lock it in he does. Agony sweeps across the face of Zion as he flops around the mat, trying to think past the pain and a way out of Hanson’s firm thigh grip. Hanson goes wild eyed as he applied more pressure to Zion, Zion’s eyes begin to water as he absorbs a lot of punishment, struggling to find a way free~

Hood: Right in the middle of the ring! This one may be over. How does Zion escape from the power of Hanson?

Smith: You know, Zion may be able to endure this, he’s taken ice baths to prepare for matches before!

Hood: Ice baths help the destruction of your knees?

Smith: It’s an endurance thing.

~Scruff asks Zion if he plans to quit but Zion insists he will find a way to be resurrected. Scruff shrugs this comment off, once again asking Zion if he quits. This time Zion makes it very clear that he does not. Noah Hanson yells out in fury as he applies even more pressure and Zion responds by slapping the mat in frustration. Scruff has to check if Zion was tapping out but Zion clearly states he is just in pain and needs an outlet. Hanson begins to fatigue in the hold however, keeping the hold locked in strong for so long is a drain on his person but he uses ever ounce of his being to continue to inflict pain on his former friend. Exhaustion and age gets the better of Hanson as the grip loosens ever so slightly. Zion spots the opportunity available to him and wriggles around, managing to stretch out and clasp his left hand around the bottom ring rope. Scruff instructs a very frustrated Hanson to break the hold, he refuses to do so. He leaves Scruff no option~

1!

2!

3!

4!

~Hanson finally breaks the hold, sneering at Scruff as he does so. Zion uses the opening to pull himself towards the ropes and uses them almost as a crutch to pull himself back up~

Smith: And Zion manages to power to the ropes! Hanson almost got himself disqualified there.

Hood: It’s impressive he can move that mass around so easily.

Smith: Being in that hold for such a long time though, that is going to force Zion to change his game plan. That much damage to his knee, I find it very hard for him to continue using his lightning quick foot offense.

~Hanson wants to go low and attempt to smash his fist directly into Zion’s balls but Scruff strongly advises against this. As Hanson begins to argue with Scruff about the merits of whether and open palm slap to the balls would be legal, Zion spots an opening and kicks Hanson right in the head. Zion wobbles a bit off the back of the kick, hobbling around, hardly fully recovered from the long time in the figure four. Hanson staggers from the kick but doesn’t fall, lending to the theory that Zion didn’t hit him with his full strength. Hanson swings a wild haymaker looking to smash Zion upside the head but Zion manages to duck the wild swing and scoops Hanson up on his shoulders. Zion struggles to keep a grip, fighting through the pain that is evident in his face, even through his tiny eyes. Hanson in a panic wildly throws elbows to the temple of Zion and Zion’s grip begins to loosen ever so slightly, not letting Hanson go but falling down to one knee.~

Smith: This is starting to look dicey for Hanson, I think his desire to look for the cheap out could cost him right here.

Hood: Hanson should know Scruff is an impenetrable fortress of fairness! Still, he’s staggering Zion, he could slip right out of this, particularly after all the damage of the Figure Four.

Smith: Zion is fighting to keep hold of his former mentor!

Hood: Zion is fighting to keep hold of his relevance!

~ Hanson throws a few more elbows in Zion’s direction but Zion still keeps his fireman’s carry position. He manages to power through the pain and lifts himself back up again, still carrying to bigger Hanson across his back. Zion lets out one last powerful roar, which if translated from roar to human reads “I’m sorry, I love you, do you love me, y/n”. He looks a bit teary eyed as he hurls Hanson in the air, catching him with a kick right to the temple as he descends from the heavens. Zion grunts in pain, knowing the damage he’s done to himself to hit his Devastation move. He takes a brief moment to ponder what he’s done to his old friend but shakes it off with enough speed to hook the leg for the pin~

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2!

3!!!!

~The bell ring-a-ding-dings~

Belvedere: The winner of the match… DARIN ZIONNNN!!!!

Smith: A great win for Darin Zion here in OCW, perhaps finally showing that he can move on from his sex and money driven past.

Hood: Is Zion under contract?

Smith: I do not believe so, he clearly wanted to hash this out with his former friend Hanson and he may have done just that here tonight. What this means for Darin Zion’s OCW future remains to be seen.

Hood: Good, I was worried there for a second. Hey, Smith, do you smell something?

Smith: The only thing Darin Zion is smelling is victory here tonight!

~Darin Zion leaps back up to an even footing as Scruff raises his arm up high in the sky. Zion almost looks pained at what he has done to Noah Hanson but still sucks in the applause and appreciation of Key West’s finest crowd. He considers helping Hanson back up but the uncertainty gets to better of him as he bails out of the ring, hobbling backwards up the ramp as he raises his arm in triumph~

Smith: There’s plenty more action here on Massacre tonight as we crown a new Paradigm number one contender, we see the eMpire in tag team action against the duo of Lilith and Logan and in our main event, Vincent Langston defends his Savage Championship against an eighty year old man. Yes, you heard that last one correctly! So stay tuned to HoTV for more action.

Hood: I would wonder what the future holds for Darin Zion and Noah Hanson but…

~Hood’s thought is interrupted by another intriguing Massacre segment!~

~There is a long stone room with a purple carpet leading down the center of it. The carpet leads to a series of steps consisting of three, five, and then seven steps. At the very top sits a purple and gold throne where King Mario Maurako sits, with his mentor Jack “ The Terrier” Russell on one side of him and his Knight on his other side. Jones, who is set to perform an interview with the King approaches the throne and is motioned to stop at the bottom of the steps.The words “Previously Recorded” appear on the bottom right hand part of the screen.~

King Mario: Mr. Jones, I’m so glad that you could join us.

Jones: I’m thankful for the honor of being able to interview the King of Maurako Island.

King Mario: Let it begin.

Jones: King Mario, we all know you and Paul have a storied history dating back to your childhoods. Do you think the animosity you feel toward him now is rooted even further into your past than OCW fans might know?

~Mario shifts in his throne, not feeling comfortable with the first question asked by Jones.~

King Mario: Next question.

~Jones looks surprised by the refusal to answer. He quickly gathers himself and looks at his notepad.~

Jones: Umm Okay. When Paras interrupted your coronation, disguised as your family's alter ego, Blue Thunder, what was the family's reaction?

~The King stares down at Jones, clearly not appreciating the line of questions.~

King Mario: The Royal Family is, was, and always will be on the same page. What Paul Paras did at my coronation ceremony was an act of cowardice. It is not at all similar to me costing him his OCW World Title at Block Party, because I was not a coward masquerading as something or someone I wasn’t. Blue Thunder is a hero to people everywhere. Paul Paras is a hero to himself.

Jones: What are your thoughts regarding Cyanide attacking both you and Paras? What do you think his motives are?

~King Mario lets out a hearty laugh and retrieves a goblet of wine from his Uncle Jack. King Mario drinks from the goblet and leans forward in his throne.~

King Mario: Silver Cyanide has gone mad. I will admit I was very much surprised by his attack of Paul Paras. But Cyanide seems to be a man driven by revenge and lust for attention.

Jones: The last time we had seen Cyanide, he was brutally beaten on your behalf. Do you have any regrets about how those events unfolded?

King Mario: I do have regrets. I regret that I ever trusted him to be on my Death March Team. I regret that I trusted him again to make a run for the tag team titles. I regret that I was foolish and let him again cost me a win against Bifford. Finally, I regret that my friend Max Kael didn’t kill Cyanide dead when he attempted to lynch him at Social Justice.

~King Mario turns to his Knight and speaks loudly to Jones, as he stares at the Knight.~

King Mario: I also regret that my Knight is an ambasile who couldn’t protect his King for a single day.

~Suddenly the helmet starts to lift off of the knight’s head and a knife is plunged into his neck. Jones looks on in horror as the knight falls down to his knees and then tumbles down the 15 steps and lays next to him on the stone floor. Where the Knight once stood now stands Mario’s brother, Martino Maurako.~

King Mario: Thank you my brother.

Martino Maurako: You are most welcome, my King.

~The King looks back down from Martino to Jones, who is still horrified by what he has observed.~

King Mario: Any further questions Mr. Jones?

~Jones stutters from shock.~

Jones: N-n-no Sir. My King, Sir.

King Mario: Very well then Mr. Jones. Thank you for visiting The Maurako Islands.

~The scene cuts back to the announce team.~

Smith: Strong words from Mario...from his proverbial high horse.

Hood: Who needs a horse when you have a throne!

Smith: He's been cheating those closest to him for months now...karma is staring him dead in the face.

Hood: I always heard Karma sucks at staring contests so I've got Mario for the win.

Smith: Ugh, whatever.

~Massacre cuts to backstage where OCW Craze Champion Andrea Hernandez is sitting on a chair, mostly minding her own business and letting the night proceed as normal. Though, this isn’t going to last long as a knock is heard on her locker room door. This doesn’t bother the Craze Champion very much as she stands up to open it. However, she immediately regrets it when she sees her old friend Chelsea LeClair in her wrestling gear standing in front of her, not too far away from competing against Kitty Petrova~

Andrea: Oh for god’s sake, what do you want?

Chelsea: Look, I know that I am the last person that you even want to look at right now…

Andrea: You’re not… but you’re up there.

Chelsea: I wanted to wish you good luck when you defend your title next week against Evin Empire…

~Andrea rolls her eyes, understandably not believing a word she says.~

Chelsea: And I hope you beat the shit out of him too! If ANYONE is far and away the most overrated wrestler in OCW, it’s HIM! Like… what the fuck is so special about him anyway? He’s just some Justin Bieber look-alike fuckboy that probably thinks that he’s black and you’re SO much better than him, Andrea! You and I both know that. In fact, I’ll even help you beat his ass if it comes down to it because…

Andrea: Okay okay… ENOUGH!

Chelsea: But I’m just…

Andrea: Yeah, you can save it. I honestly don’t give a damn about how you feel about the guy. The LAST thing I am going to allow is someone like YOU speaking for me. Alright? You don’t speak for me. Not to mention that I don’t trust a damn thing that is coming out of your mouth right now… especially since your passion for wrestling is SO low that you don’t even pay attention to OCW outside of yourself… and me apparently…

Chelsea: It’s DIFFERENT… I DO care now…

Andrea: So being pinned by an old man made you come to your senses?

Chelsea: That’s part of it but… really, I’m here to say I’m sorry. I mean it. Like… I had no business having this obsession with being better than you especially when… honestly, you’re far better at this wrestling thing than I am. Future OCW Champion! PERIOD! That whole Block Party thing proves all that.

~Andrea rolls her eyes again showing she’s not too thrilled about this sucking up she’s receiving.~

Chelsea: What can I do to prove that I mean what I’m saying right now?

Andrea: You’ve already done it. You apologized and that’s good enough for me, but our friendship and what we had can never be the same again. I hope you really are being sincere when you say that you’re taking this business seriously now because you’re actually a solid wrestler in your own right when you actually give a damn. There’s not much more I can say to you Chels, other than good luck. If you TRULY give a damn, if you really ARE taking this seriously… what you do in that ring against Kitty Petrova a little later is going to show the world how much you really want this.

Chelsea: So… we’re cool now? Again?

~Andrea sighs with a hint of annoyance.~

Andrea: Yeah… sort of…

Chelsea: YES!

~Chelsea extends her arms hoping for a hug, but all this does is draw an eyebrow raise out of Andrea. Chelsea realizes this isn’t happening so she changes her tune and extends her hand instead. Andrea sighs again before she, with some slight reluctance, shakes her hand. However, she grips is as hard as she can, causing Chelsea discomfort.~

Andrea: If you ever slander my name again, I will find you and I WILL make sure you NEVER infest this business with your stupidity, you got that?

~Chelsea nervously nods before Andrea lets go of her hand. She leaves to prepare for her match later as Andrea rolls her eyes~

Andrea: Lord help that girl…

~Andrea shakes her head and leaves the scene, causing it to fade back to the announce team~

Smith: Nice to see those two burying the hatchet.

Hood: I guess...I still think Chelsea is going to back stab Andrea first chance she gets.

Smith: Why?

Hood: Because Chelsea is about Chelsea! Sure she's got a new attitude...a new focus but that's only due to the fact her back is against the wall. Once she tastes success her ego will re-emerge.

Smith: I hope not. LeClair is one of the most talented wrestlers in OCW...when she's focused. She's facing a very dangerous, very wounded feline in Kitty Petrova. LeClair is going to have to give it her all if she wants to hand the former Paradigm Champion her second straight loss.

Hood: And, let me guess...that match is next?

Smith: You betcha!

Singles Match
Kitty Petrova (6-1) vs. Chelsea LeClair (5-2)

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first...

~"Chelsea" by STEFY hits and the crowd boos loudly as Chelsea LeClair comes through the curtains accompanied by her publicist Cynthia Winters, who is carrying a clipboard. Chelsea scoffs on the stage before she and walks down the ramp with Cynthia walking behind her, completely ignoring the fans as she wastes little time getting into the ring. Once she gets there, she walks up the steps and stands on the apron, pausing for both a quick photo op with photographers conveniently stationed at ringside and to soak in some more heat from the crowd. Scoffing once more, she steps between the ropes and heads for the corner, ready to take care of business.~

Belvedere: From Anaheim, California... standing 5'6" and weighing in at 128lbs... Chelsea LeClair!!!

Smith: LeClair is determined to be taken seriously in OCW after her recent struggles. So determined that she's basically sold her soul to her mother, becoming an intern and giving up on her TV show.

Hood: I can't believe there won't be any more episodes of Chelsea TV!

Smith: Wait, Hood, you watched Chelsea TV?

Hood: ... No?

Belvedere: And her opponent...

~The lights fade to blood red, and the screen comes to life with heavy static, showing a silhouette of a woman standing in a barren warehouse, smoking a cigarette. The haunting lyrics of "I Am The Fire" by Halestorm fade up in volume over the sound system, almost drowned out by booing. The scenes flow between shots of Kitty’s life outside the ring, to match footage revealing a dark-haired woman beating the holy hell out of both men and women. The veteran herself steps out at the top of the ramp alone, her head bowed with her hair hanging in her face. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she strides purposefully towards the ring, pausing every few feet to glare haughtily at the fans that have the audacity to try and reach out to touch her. She slides under the bottom rope, languidly doing a very cat-like yoga stretch while the crowd showers her with hatred. She seems utterly oblivious although there’s definite malice in her eyes as she pulls her hair back into a messy ponytail, securing it with a plain black elastic band.~

Belvedere: From Napa Valley, California... standing 5’6 ½ and weighing in at 125lbs... Kitty Petrova!!!

Smith: Petrova took the loss of her OCW Paradigm Championship very hard this past week. There were some unconfirmed reports that she was seen on top of the OCW arena, possibly contemplating suicide.

Hood: You should know better than to believe the rumors, Smith. Sure, it was a tough loss, but Petrova's the type to just cash it in. Suicide's for losers!

Smith: She definitely has the talent to bounce back, but you know her recent loss has to be on her mind going into tonight's contest. Will she be focused enough to take out another up-and-comer?

~As Belvedere leaves the ring, the bell sounds, and Scruff signals for the match to begin.~

Smith: On paper, these wrestlers look extremely well-matched. Similar builds, similar backgrounds in technical wrestling, and both having grown up in California. Petrova is 6-1, LeClair is 5-2. It's a very strong match-up.

Hood: All I hear is that we've got a California Chick Fight!

Smith: Show some respect, Hood!

Hood: What? I fully respect California babes!

~LeClair and Petrova circle each other, each looking for their first move. They lock up, and begin twisting and turning through a series of counters and reversals. Both get an armdrag takedown, which then gets reversed. LeClair avoids a legsweep with a leap, then tries a shot of her own, only to have Petrova cartwheel away from it. Both women then turn and face each other, set, as the crowd gives a nice reaction to the series.~

Smith: Neither of these competitors are fan favorites, but with wrestling talent like that, they can certainly earn the praise of the crowd.

Hood: Enough with the technical stuff, let's see some violence!

Smith: Some of us appreciate the art of wrestling, Hood.

Hood: And some of us enjoy a good barbed wire bloodbath. To each his own.

~LeClair and Petrova go to lock up again, with LeClair twisting Petrova over with a headlock. Petrova immediately pushes LeClair towards the ropes, trying to roll her off to the other side of the ring. But as they hit the ropes, LeClair hangs on and leaps, turning the headlock into a bulldog to the mat! Petrova stumbles back up, stunned, and LeClair immediately takes advantage, hopping up and grabbing her, spinning her around to the mat with a schoolgirl roll-up. Scruff is there for the count, but Petrova kicks out after one. She jumps up, but LeClair is right there again with a jumping cutter, taking her back down! Another cover is quickly applied.~

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Smith: And Petrova strongly kicks out right after two.

Hood: I gotta say, we're getting some good aggression from Chelsea early on.

Smith: She doesn't want to be treated as a joke anymore, which is clearly motivating her tonight.

~LeClair stays on the attack after the pin, rolling Petrova earlier and trying to apply a cobra clutch submission. But Petrova is already fighting free, making her way over to the ropes. She pulls herself out of the ring, as LeClair angrily tries to grab for her. She follows Petrova outside, aiming a strike from behind, but Petrova, sensing her, leans on the barricade and kicks out behind her, catching LeClair in the knee. LeClair falls down, shrieking as she holds her knee, which took a severe shot. Petrova slowly catches her breath and turns around, smiling at the sight of LeClair down, in severe pain. She then goes on the attack, stomping away on the already injured body part.~

Hood: Uh oh! Did Petrova dislocate that knee?

Smith: I don't know, but LeClair's feeling the pain right now. That was a strategic blow from the former Paradigm Champion!

Hood: She better be watching the referee, though. Scruff's showing he can actually count to 10!

~Scruff is, indeed, already up to 7, as Petrova stops her assault. She goes and rolls into the ring to break the count, then comes back out to where LeClair is trying to use the apron to get back to her feet. Petrova chops the knee from behind, taking LeClair down again, and stands over her, enjoying herself now. She pulls LeClair back up and tosses her into the ring, and then follows, as LeClair rolls away in pain. She doesn't get far, though, as Petrova grabs her legs and immediately twists her round, applying a sharpshooter!! LeClair is in tremendous agony, trying to find a way to escape, as Petrova sits down, continuing the damage. Scruff circles around in front, watching carefully to see if LeClair's going to give up.~

Hood: That's brutal efficiency there! You see an injury, and you take immediate advantage!

Smith: No doubt Petrova wants a decisive victory tonight to put her right back into the chase. LeClair may be paying the price for Petrova's fury!

~LeClair is desperately clawing at the mat, using every inch she can gain, as she works towards the ropes. Petrova tries to hold her back, but eventually LeClair is too close, so Petrova decides to just drop the hold, surprising her opponent. Petrova turns and gets in some more stomps, then drops an elbow, trying to do more damage. Petrova then backs off, readjusting her ponytail, as LeClair struggles to use the ropes to pull herself up. Petrova mockingly waves at LeClair to fully stand, as if pretending to root her on. She then comes in, sweeping the leg and spinning LeClair back down to the mat. Petrova then grabs LeClair’s bad leg and flips over with it, yanking it back as she snaps it down. LeClair yells out again, holding her damaged leg, as Petrova turns for a moment to gloat to the OCW audience.~

Smith: LeClair’s leg is taking a ton of damage tonight!

Hood: At this point, it might be safer for Chelsea’s career if she just taps out now. I hate to see a great leg like that go to waste!

Smith: I don’t see LeClair quitting, Hood. She wouldn’t be taking the actions she did last week if she was close to giving up.

Hood: How’s she going to come back, Smith? She sure isn’t applying her TTFO submission with her leg that injured!

~LeClair’s still struggling to rise, clutching at the ropes, as Petrova turns back to her. Some fans are starting to get behind LeClair, wanting her to keep fighting. Petrova walks over and grabs LeClair by the hair, pulling her head back while talking to her, apparently about LeClair choking again. She taunts her, telling her to just give up, and then, when LeClair doesn’t, drags her towards the center of the ring. She sets LeClair up, talking to her again, before trying to take her down with the Ego Trip! But LeClair pulls free at the last second, surprising Petrova, who’s off-balance enough for LeClair to grab her head and drop with a reverse neckbreaker! Petrova’s down, as LeClair rolls to the side, kicking her leg back and forth to try and get some feeling back into it.~

Smith: That’s just what LeClair needed, some space to get her back into this!

Hood: Can she even stand? What’s the point?

Smith: Some wrestlers just won’t stay dead.

Hood: So they’re zombies? Or are we getting biblical here?

Smith: Stay on topic, Hood!

Hood: You’re the one who brought it up!

~Petrova is starting to recover, getting back to her feet, but LeClair is limping determinedly in her direction. She grabs Petrova as she turns, snapping her down with a DDT! LeClair considers a pin, but Petrova’s already rolling away, so LeClair works back to her feet, trying to keep the blood flowing to her injured limb. She staggers over and latches onto Petrova again, avoiding a wild swing from Petrova’s elbow, then dropping her back with a double knee backbreaker!!! Petrova’s out on the mat, hurting badly, but so is LeClair, having done more damage to her knee. She fights through the pain, though, and starts to work her way to the turnbuckle, basically crawling over there before climbing up one step at a time.~

Hood: This is not the time for high risk, girl!

Smith: I think LeClair’s looking for the Cancelled corkscrew moonsault, Hood! She can put this one away!

Hood: Is there such a thing as a one-legged moonsault?

Smith: I’ve seen some from one-legged wrestlers.

Hood: Of course you have…

~LeClair reaches the top, trying to balance while keeping her injured leg slightly bent to reduce the pressure. She sets herself, firing up with a power scream, before leaping off with Cancelled! But Petrova gets her knees up! LeClair bounds away, landing hard across the ring, as Petrova slowly gets herself up. She angrily stretches her back before working her way over to LeClair, who is trying to get up. But Petrova is there first, latching onto LeClair and snapping her down with the Vixen Driver!! LeClair makes the loose pin, keeping an arm in the air to count as Scruff moves in.~

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Smith: No! LeClair kicks out!

Hood: I thought that was it! Damn Scruff, hitting the mat slow like always!

Smith: That was an even count. LeClair’s still willing to keep fighting!

Hood: Scruff should look out for her well-being and stop this one, Smith.

~Petrova is back on her feet again, getting in a few more kicks at LeClair’s leg, almost tauntingly. She’s telling LeClair just to give up at this point. LeClair tries to kick back with her uninjured leg, but Petrova catches it, shaking her head no before dropping a knee onto the bad leg. LeClair struggles free of Petrova’s weight, trying to get back up. Petrova watches her, confident again, then send LeClair hard into the corner. Petrova then backs off, setting herself and waiting for LeClair to stagger out. She hits the ropes, going for the Equality springboard back elbow! But LeClair readjusts as Petrova comes back in and uses her own momentum against her, snap-rolling Petrova into a roll-up!!~

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Smith: And Petrova BARELY kicks free in time!

Hood: Wow, the way this match has gone, that would have been a shocking ending! Gotta say, Chelsea's a fighter.

Smith: She's certainly refusing to stay down.

~A furious Petrova gets back to her feet, spinning and angrily charging a stumbling LeClair. But LeClair catches her coming in, and drops her with a dragon leg whip, followed by grabbing her legs and quickly going for the TTFO!!! Petrova tries to fight free, but LeClair, fired up, won’t let go, stepping through and locking on the first step of the Figure 8!! Petrova’s now feeling the pain, looking in every direction for any ropes close enough to grab, as LeClair tries to drop back into the second half of the move. But you can see the agony on her own face, as she just can’t get past the pain of her injured leg. Unable to push up, she can’t hold onto the submission, as Petrova is able to yank herself free, crawling for the ropes.~

Smith: For a second, I thought LeClair could do it, but her knee is just too injured at this point for the TTFO.

Hood: C’mon, Chelsea! Find a way to win!

Smith: Wait, so now you’re rooting for Chelsea?

Hood: Dammit, I need more Chelsea TV, and the only way to get that is wins!

Smith: Okay then.

~LeClair lifts herself up, upset at being unable to cinch in the hold. She looks out at the crowd, then works her energy up, turning back to where Petrova is starting to get up. LeClair limps over, snatching at Petrova’s hair and staring her in the eyes, much like Petrova did earlier in the match. She says something to her, then tries to take her to the corner for a tornado DDT. But Petrova pulls free, avoiding the move. LeClair lands on her one leg and spins, trying for a clothesline, but Petrova ducks it, then steps in, landing the Bitch Kick!!! LeClair falls against the ropes, knocked senseless. Petrova doesn’t hesitate, going to the ropes and springboarding into Hell Hath No Fury!!!! With LeClair down and out, Petrova gets on top for the cover, with Scruff sliding in.~

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Belvedere: Here is your winner… KITTY PETROVA!!!!

Smith: That turned into a real battle near the end, as LeClair kept finding ways to fight back.

Hood: Damn. I want my Chelsea TV!

Smith: Sorry, Hood. But LeClair should take heart that she made this a serious contest with the former Paradigm Champion. Petrova was just too skilled tonight. I wouldn’t be surprised if a win like this gets Petrova another title shot down the road.

~The scene springs to life and the Son of Krayzie, Duce Jones sits in a recliner located in a living room of which we assume to be Duce's house. A cloud of smoke billows from his nose as he removes a lit blunt from his lips. He seems irritated yet calm, taking another drag from the blunt before he begins to speak.~

Duce Jones: Great fans of Online Championship Wrestling! Lend me your ears!

~Duce begins coughing harshly, choking off of the marijuana smoke.~

Duce Jones: Ahem… Shhhhiiittt! My bad.. But OCW, I'm pretty sho a lot of y'all are wonderin’ just what exactly are my plans here..

~He takes Another hit, french Inhaling, then exhaling the smoke from his mouth. Glimmers of his platinum teeth shining against the camera lens.~

Duce Jones: Dat's simple.. Step by step.. I gonna work my way t'tha top. An’ dat got jump started when I beat T-Mo’ a couple'a weeks ago. But as I continue my ascension t'tha top.. there's one gigantic road block dat fucks wit me on'a daily basis.

~Duce chuckles, stroking his chin, his fingers beginning to caress the jagged scars that outline the left side of his face.~

Duce Jones: Well in case a few of y'all don't kno’.. I recently lost my World title an’ was suspended indefinitely from a certain company..

~He laughs again.~

Duce Jones: Guess you can call it… a bad day. Yet there is always a bright side.. An’ dat bright side is tha fact dat now I can focus my undivided attention here.. An’ what has my attention is dat gigantic road block, I mentioned earlier.. Biff! It might not be tonight.. hell it might not be any time soon.. But kno’ dis…

~He takes another hit of the blunt, exhaling the smoke, his hazel brown eyes, stare intently into the camera.~

Duce Jones: I'm comin’ fo’ ya..

~He leans up and ends the feed, the screen fading out.~

Smith: You have to admire Duce's tenacity. Most people would run from Biff...

Hood: Like Dan?

Smith: I'm not naming names

Hood: Like Silverfreak?

Smith: AGAIN! I'm not naming names...most people would run but Duce revels in the challenge. He's here to prove that he's worthy of being a main event player and, ya know what? I think he can do it.

Hood: He's got the juice!

Smith: And we'll find out if he'll be able to spread his juice all over the roster!

Hood: WHAT?!

Smith: Oh yea...that sounded bad. Apologies for...

Hood: WEAK ASS PHRASING

Smith: Regardless of my verbal misstep, Duce is fully focused on OCW. He's going to be a major player here sooner rather than later.

Smith: Now fans, we understand we’re going to see footage from an exclusive one-on-one interview our colleague Jones…

Hood: JOINES!

Smith: …Jones… conducted with the two-time OCW Hall of Famer, Paul Paras, who was shockingly attacked last week by one of his best friends, a reappearing Silver Cyanide.

Hood: First Cyanide attacks Mario, then Mario attacks Cyanide, now Cyanide attacks both Paras and Mario. These guys don’t understand what “best friends” means, do they?

~Our scene switches to an outdoor shot of a sandy expanse of Florida beach. The sound of ocean waves and various high-pitched sea birds frame the orange glow of the setting sun as the silhouette of a microphone-toting Jones trudges across the beach, sweating profusely, his dress shoes sinking with every step and his suit pants dotted with wet sand. “RECORDED EARLIER THIS WEEK” appears in the bottom-right corner of the screen. The view then switches to a standard shot of Jones, who is standing in some beach grass in the shade of a massive palm tree.~

Jones: OCW fans, this is Jones, on location here on beautiful Smathers Beach on Key West, with an exclusive interview with my old pal… I mean… the two-time OCW Champion and two-time Hall of Famer, the Zen Master, Paul Paras! Paul, thank you for inviting us to join you, even if I wish we could do this somewhere a little less humid…

~Jones appears to be talking to himself until the cameraman repositions beside Jones to discover the embattled former OCW Champion, wearing a pair of black board shorts and his mirrored sunglasses, seated pensively on a high rocky outcropping next to the palm tree. Paras stares stoically across the water, his profile half-lit by the sunset.~

Paul Paras: I requested Who’Re for this interview, but we can’t always get what we want, can we?

~Jones pads his forehead with a handkerchief and resolves to do his job.~

Jones: Right… so Paul, let’s talk about last week’s Massacre, which saw your longtime friend, Silver Cyanide, return to OCW. There was never any sign that Cyanide held any animosity towards you, yet he blindsided you last week. Have you spoken to Cyanide, and did you speak to him while he was in the ICU?

~Paras nods into the sunset, his expression unmoved.~

Paul Paras: Steve MacKinnon… Silver Cyanide. My ally. My friend. Months of my existence marched by, asking doctors for updates, defending his name against the eMpire, and wondering if he would ever walk again… and as it turns out, my concerns were unfounded. Miracles do happen. Steve MacKinnon walked once more, and with his first steps back in an OCW ring… he used one of those steps to kick our history, our friendship, and our trust directly in the face. As cliché as a superkick is in wrestling these days, I suppose I should have expected one of Steve’s to reach my jaw eventually. But I didn’t. Hindsight owning perfect clarity, Cyanide warned me repeatedly about the dangers of trust. As it turns out, I ignored him, and paid for it.

Jones: As we all saw, Cyanide insisted for months that Mario was after your OCW Championship. But… you are no longer champion.

~Jones cringes, realizing he may have just opened Pandora’s box, but Paras continues staring out at the waves, seemingly unburdened by the Championship.~

Jones: So… why would Cyanide still be meddling in the affairs of PM now that the belt is not in the picture?

Paul Paras: The belt is always in the picture, Jones. Cyanide and I have four OCW Championships between us, and don’t think for a moment that both he and Mario weren’t gunning for the title the moment I won it. However, I’ve come to discover that with that belt comes blinders. The title masks so much of what a wrestler needs to face up to, and in my case, it masked the pressing issue of two men spending their every waking hour trying to find a way to turn my title reign to ash and pull me down from the heavens to their level.

~Paras raises his head for a moment as a gust of warm breeze reaches his face. He then returns his gaze to the waters.~

Paul Paras: Don’t get me wrong, Jones, I sensed the winds changing. I saw the torch fires in the distance, ready to set me alight. I was ready for them. But I mistakenly thought the men wielding the torches were Matt Meyhu and Vincent Langston. As it turns out, they were Mario Maurako and Silver Cyanide. I won’t make that mistake again. Now that the title is temporarily absent from my waist, I imagine Steve and Mario smell blood in the water and are going to pull all stops to make their claim to my place in OCW. Before I can get back what is mine, it seems I will, sadly, need to show my two… best friends… back to their places in the very long line to the top.

Jones: Those two friends, Mario and Cyanide, once teamed up as the highly-successful High Impact Express. Do you have any concerns that they’ve been working together this whole time and will continue to do so?

Paul Paras: Watching it back, the frying pan to the face was amusing, I’ll give Cyanide that. Mario sending Steve to the ICU was less artistically appealing. If that’s how those two show their affection, then perhaps they’re made for each other. One thing they both know about me, Jones, is that I have no fear of the odds. I’ve lived and died a thousand times when up against insurmountable numbers—either way, I’m still here to tell the tale. Are they working together? It doesn’t matter. All that matters is if either or both of them, friend or foe, is working against Paul Paras, they are only working their way into a fight they cannot win.

Jones: Lastly, you and Mario have had a tumultuous relationship over the years. This seemingly is the worst it’s ever been with Mario burning a Perfectly Marvelous t-shirt. Where does this end, physically and spiritually?

~The sun reaches the end of its descent, the light fading from Paras’ face as the orange glow vanishes beyond the horizon.~

Paul Paras: Perfectly Marvelous are the greatest tag team in OCW history…

~Paras removes his sunglasses, as they are no longer needed. He turns to partially face the camera over his shoulder.~

Paul Paras: But Perfectly Marvelous is gone. Mario made sure of that. The honor we worked decades to build was reduced to a smoldering t-shirt in a barrel thanks to Mario’s inferiority complex and his fear of never reaching his goal of becoming OCW Champion. He sold his soul to the eMpire, and now he will have to pay the consequences. Mario, unluckily for you, this soul is not for sale. You thought it wise to rob me of my Championship, but you only made my spirit lighter in the process. Now, my chakras are aligned, my chi is flowing freely, and my boots are ready to give you a physical and spiritual ass kicking. You and Cyanide are my friends… my brothers. And now you and Cyanide both have betrayed me. You may never see Perfectly Marvelous in an OCW ring again… but you will both see Paul Paras very soon. Trust me… it won’t end well for either of you.

~The stoic Zen Master turns back toward the ocean as the scene fades to black.~

Smith: Paras, arguably the greatest wrestler in OCW history, has a major score to settle.

Hood: Mario has always envied Paras. They may be 'brothers', but Paras is that older brother, the one that gets all the attention. Meanwhile Cyanide is the lovable, youngest child with an uncanny abundance of talent. That leaves Mario in the middle...the man that has done all this heavy lifting without receiving equal credit.

Smith: He's received a ton of credit! I think Mario's got this idea in his head that he's been over looked in favor of his two...as you called them 'brothers'. It simply isn't true!

Hood: Bullshit...you ask any OCW historian and they'll tell you that both Cyanide and Paras are viewed in a higher echelon than Mario. That's harsh but it's a fact.

Smith: I may not like Mario's actions but I disagree with that statement. Mario's given so much to this company...he's one of the most iconic figures in OCW history. Just because he hasn't won the OCW Title doesn't make him a lesser competitor.

Hood: Agree to disagree.

Smith: Sadly for Mario his hubris might get the better of him yet again. Instead of sticking by those who are loyal he's betrayed his closest friends in favor of a new faction that has taken OCW by storm.

Hood: It's what he does.

Smith: And, speaking of that faction...they are up next in tag team action! Mike Best, the OCW Champion, and Max Kael take on Lilith and Logan...two of the most talented stars we've had sign up here in a long time. This one should be great and it is up next!

Tag Team Match
The eMpire (2-0) vs. Lilith & Logan (0-0)

Hood: I can't wait for this next one! This broad may be crazy but damn is she fine!

Smith: Keep it in your pants! We get set for tag team action. The OCW Champion ready to school a few brazen newcomers!

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ....

~The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it.

Belvedere: Introducing first .... from Chesapeake, Virginia weighing in at 250 pounds .... he is LOGAN!!!

~Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades.~

Belvedere: And his tag team partner ....

~The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Imaginary" by Evanescence begins to play, as Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black miniskirt, burgundy leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled ankle boots. Lilith proceeds to skips down to the ring holding a giant lollypop in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. The crowd look on confused but begin to boo her despite the fact that she looks so cheerful~

Belvedere: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 142 pounds.... she is LILITH!!!

~Lilith eventually reaches the ring and locates a child sitting front row, she passes him her giant lollypop. Lilith then skips around the outside of the ring, placing her teddy bear on the turnbuckle and bounces up onto the ring apron, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses to them all. She climbs through the ropes still smiling and waving to everyone whilst waiting for the match to begin~

Belvedere: And their opponents ....

~“Witch Doctor” begins while the lights dim in the arena. Lights above the ring shine down to create a #970000 Red High Octane Wrestling logo on the canvas that slowly morphs into a twisted, one eyed smiley face. The stage flashes with alternating red and blue lights as Max Kael saunters his way out onto the stage~

~Greeting the crowd with a large toothy smile the Prime Minister of Maxopotamia pauses on the stage and offers a traditional royal wave to a chorus of boos. Max doesn’t seem phased by the boos and jeers holding his head high as he continues to saunter down to the ring, his hands folding behind his back as he does so. Max keeps to the center of the ramp doing his best to avoid contact with any of the fans before climbing up into the ring~

Belvedere: From Arkham, Massachusetts weighing in at 236 pounds ... he is the Prime Minister of Maxopotamia, the High Octane Ambassador, the Lord of Kaelsavania, Founding Member of the eMpire, Paragon of the Squared Circle .... MAX KAEL!

~Pausing once again Max wipes his feet off on the edge of the ring before slipping between the top and center rope. Slinking toward the center of the ring Max, bathed in the red smiley face, lifts his hand and smiles once again, the Ambassador of High Octane greeting the OCW hostility with grace and measured arrogance. The music dies down as the house lights rise while Max Kael moves to his corner to prepare for his match~

Belvedere: And his partner ...

~"Everybody Loves Me" by OneRepublic begins a slow beat over the sound system, erupting into it's acoustic jam as a very hostile crowd heralds the arrival of HOW Hall of Famer Michael Best. As always, a small but vocal minority of 35 year old white men rise up in cheers, the crowd at war as the always polarizing wrestling veteran steps out slowly onto the stage, making his way toward the ramp~

Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois .... weighing 225 pounds ...he is the OCW Champion .... The Mad Titan of Wrestling ... MIKE BEST!!!

~As he saunters toward the ring, Mike makes a big show of making sure the camera gets a good zoomed in shot as he flips the bird, displaying his Hall of Fame ring prominently~

~He smirks out into a jeering crowd as he approaches the apron, rolling under the bottom rope and standing to his feet in the ring. He slowly makes his way toward his corner, stretching and preparing for the beginning of the match as his music begins to quiet and fade away~

Smith: Two newcomers in one corner. The OCW Champion and his eMpire brother in another. We get set for action NOW!

~Referee calls for the bell as Logan and Max Kael start of the match. Logan uses his quickness right off the bat to catch the Founding Member of the eMpire with a front dropkick as he rushes him the moment the bell sounds. Max Kael gets himself back to his feet quickly after taking the sudden hit, and as he does he is taken over with a snapmare. Logan follows this up with a tri-fecta of forearms to the back of Kael's head, stunning the man. Now very quickly, Logan tags Lilith into the match~

Hood: Fast tag by Logan already. The newcomers utilizing that high paced, fast tag strategy into their offense. I think it works nicely.

Smith: Are you kidding me? The two of them can hardly stand each other from what I've seen. I think they are both just trying to spite the other.

Hood: Don't attempt to start trouble. Logan and Lilith get along just fine.

Smith: Ignorance is bliss, I suppose.

~Lilith wastes no time picking up where Logan left off as she stomps down on Kael with a determined fire and fury. Max Kael stumbles to his feet after scrambling away from the vicious stomps and Lilith is hot on his trail as she blasts him with a spear tackle and starts swinging wild fists at him as he covers up. Lilith finally composes herself again after the flurry and makes it back to her feet. She takes a few steps back and then picks up a little momentum for a knee drop to Max's head. However, Kael rolls out of the way and Lilith meets nothing but canvas~

Smith: Nobody home there for Lilith. Max having an opportunity to swing the match into his favor.

Hood: Yeah, good luck with that.

~Still a bit stunned, Kael staggers to his feet, shaking of the effects of the crazed fury of punches just a few moments ago. Lilith works out the kink in her knee for a moment and makes it to her feet. Kael uses the moment he was given to his advantage and nails a stiff roundhouse to the side of Lilith's head. She stumbles forward and falls to the mat. Max measures her as she tries to make it to her feet and, while on her knees, he sends another stiff side kick to her face, sending her back down~

Smith: You were saying?

Hood: Oh shut up!

~Now, Kael makes his way to his corner and tags in Mike Best. The OCW Champion enters the ring and keeps the pressure on Lilith. He locks in a grounded sleeper hold from behind and combines this with a body scissors, trying to put the quirky brunette out quickly. Lilith struggles in the predicament and the ref is there to check for a submission. Lilith refuses. Best wrenches the hold some more and Lilith grits her teeth. Referee checks for the submission yet again, but he doesn't need to wait for an answer as Lilith starts driving her elbows back into Best, doing everything she can to break from from the hold. After a few stern shots, he finally releases~

~Lilith slowly makes it back to her feet as does Mike Best. Though the quicker Lilith is just a little bit too fast for the larger Best and she pulls him down into an inside cradle before he knows what has happened. Ref immediately slides in for the count.~

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NO!

~Best is able to kick out of the cradle before three~

Hood: And just like that, Lilith turns things around! What a woman!

Smith: How about you kiss less ass over a pair of boobs and just call the match, okay?

Hood: Whatever you say.

~Both competitors back to their feet again and Lilith pulls Mike in for a short arm clothesline that he manages to duck under and get behind Lilith. She now turns around only to get a thrusted back kick to the gut which backs her off, giving Best some space to work with. And work with it he does as he takes a few steps forward, dropping to one knee and blasts Lilith with a forearm uppercut that staggers her back. He follows this up with a few clubbing blows. Now he's backed Lilith against the ropes with his onslaught and takes her for an Irish whip, however, she pulls him back with a reversal, dropping him quickly with a DDT~

Hood: And again, the attempt at a comeback by eMpire has been thwarted. What a woman ... like I said.

Smith: You seriously gotta stop drinking the kool aid.

~Now, with Mike Best down, Lilith makes her way to her corner and tags Logan back into the match. Logan climbs into the ring and heads after Mike Best, who is slowly getting back to his feet. However, he shoves him away and makes a slight dive toward his corner, tagging Max Kael back into the match. Kael comes into the ring and Logan rushes at him as well, but he is cut short in his effort as Kael downs him with a swinging forearm axe handle. The veterans take control of the match~

~Kael is slow and methodical in his pace now as he hauls Logan back to his feet and delivers a perfect back breaker, causing Logan to groan in pain. Kael covers him, pressing his forearm against the side of his face for added leverage as the ref slides into position~

ONE!

TWO!

THR--No! Logan shoots a shoulder up.

Smith: Logan able to stay in this thing. But eMpire trying to end things early. I think they may have the edge with Logan in there right now.

Hood: You're just angry because you weren't invited to Lilith's celebration and I was.

Smith: They have to win before any celebration takes place. And the longer this match goes on, the more it favors the veterans Mike Best and Max Kael. They are effectively picking Logan apart.

Hood: Logan is a rising star, and overlooking him is going to be their downfall.

Smith: I don't get you sometimes, man.

Hood: I am trying to be unbiased here. It's not my fault that Lilith and Logan are superior athletes. Don't question my evaluations.

Smith: Sure. I totally believe that. ...*cough* bullshit! *cough*

~Kael pulls himself to his feet with a scowl on his face as he drags Logan up with him. Logan explodes, firing off shots at him left and right. However, Kael fires back with a thrust to the throat and follows it up by barreling through him with a shoulder tackle. Kael takes this opportunity to move toward the newcomers' corner and feigns a shot at Lilith, drawing her into the ring. Referee keeps to his duty as the official and tries to get Lilith back in her corner. This allows Mike Best to enter the ring and the two men double team Logan with a series of vicious stomps and kicks. The assault only further enrages Lilith thus keeping the ref occupied with her~

Hood: Look at this! Already the underhanded tactics are coming into full swing!

Smith: What's the matter? You don't like it when the tables are turned? They are cutting Logan off from Lilith. That is a sound strategy. The way they're doing it might not be the most honest, but it gets the job done.

~The two men take full advantage. Max Kael lifts Logan up into a back breaker position once again as Mike Best kneels down, placing his knee forward. Max Kael takes a jump and CRASHES Logan' back across Mike Best's knee in a sidewalk slam manner. Logan groans out in agony. Lilith is finally forced to exit the ring and the ref focuses his attention back on the legal participants just in time to see Max Kael take to the apron, assuring him that they made a tag. Of course, there was no legal tag made between the men as Mike Best continues to work Logan over~

Hood: No tag was made, but that IDIOT ref seems to think there was. Again taking complete control here after some sneaky cheap shotting!

Smith: Hey, the ref thinks they tagged, then they tagged. Going by your logic, I mean it ain't cheating if you don't get caught.

~He drops a knee down into the small of Logan's back and again he yells out in pain. He hauls him to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle on an Irish whip with authority. He hits it hard with his back, but has no time to dwell on that pain because Mike Best followed in, running a hard knee into his ribs. The air is pushed from Logan' lungs and he gasps for precious oxygen. He stumbles forward and Mike Best stays on him. He grabs him from behind for a back body drop, but he manages to roll out of it, still winded. In a quick attempt, he rushes at Mike Best with a clothesline that takes him down. Now, he falls to his knees and begins breathing heavily~

Smith: Logan with a flurry of offense out of nowhere ... I have to give credit where it is due.

Hood: You'd better give your future champ the credit he deserves!

Smith: I think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves now.

~Logan catches his breath after a few moments and slowly starts making his way toward his corner. But, Max Kael rushes the ring, nailing him from behind with a forearm that sends him down. The ref steps in, immediately getting in Kael's face, warning him out from the ring. Max Kael argues with the official as Mike Best makes it back to his feet. Logan again starts making it toward Lilith who has her arm outstretched, but Mike Best grabs hold of the crawling Logan's ankle and starts pulling him away from his corner. Logan thinks quickly and pushes himself up, sending a sharp kick at Mike Best's head as he catches him with an enziguri, freeing himself from his grip. He races toward Lilith with a dive and tags her back into the match.~

Hood: And here we go! Lilith is tagged into the match and the tide is shifting!!

~Lilith pushes herself up to the top turnbuckle and dives off with a flying clothesline knocking Mike Best back down again. The champion gets back to his feet only to be taken down with a snap suplex which is followed by an elbow drop for good measure. Though, the burst is short lived as the ref has finally gotten Max Kael from the ring and now he turns his attention to Lilith and informs her to leave the ring. She argues that the tag was made, however, the ref never saw it as he was busy with Max Kael, who is now dragging Mike Best over to his own corner as the argument ensues.~

Hood: Again with the distractions! Logan clearly made a legal tag to Lilith. But this blind idiot was again preoccupied with Max Kael.

Smith: Isn't that a shame?

~After the protest, Lilith begrudgingly leaves the ring and Logan is still considered the legal participant for his team. Max Kael tags Mike Best now, making sure that the ref sees it and enters the ring fresh. He goes right to work on Logan, slamming into his head with repeated forearm shots. This is followed by a suplex, which is executed a bit slowly, but nonetheless is effective. Logan hits the mat and groans again in pain. Max Kael takes his time getting to his feet, having the match under control and methodically stalks Logan. He reaches down, hauling Logan to his feet, only to be caught by surprise with a jaw breaker. Logan is still hurting a bit, but gets himself to his feet and is looking very pissed off.~

Smith: Oh boy ... this ain't lookin' good.

Hood: Logan looking like he just doesn't care. Get him Logan, get him!

~Logan is in a completely different zone right now, getting himself psyched up in a mixture of anger and complete instinct. Max Kael gets to his feet and Logan flies at him with a forearm, knocking him back. He follows up with Impact Style that seems to come out of virtually nowhere! This knocks Max Kael off of his feet and Logan comes crashing down atop him for a cover attempt. Referee slides into position for the count.~

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-- NO!

Smith: Nearfall! Logan proving to eMpire that he is every bit as dangerous as he claims to be!

~Max Kael manages to kick a shoulder off the mat. But Logan is not letting up. He's all over the place as if crazed. Elbows, kicks and flying variations of punches and lariats come at Max Kael from almost every angle imaginable and he shows no signs of slowing down. A flying forearm comes sailing toward Mike Best who is on the apron, but he hops down, avoiding contact. Logan turns around to continue his assault on Max Kael, however Mike Best reaches in and grabs both of his ankles, pulling them out from under him and he falls face first on the canvas. This gives Max Kael some time to recover and he pulls himself up.~

Hood: Oh gimmie a break!

Smith: Hey, he asked for it by taking a swing at him! Again, your logic ... not mine.

Hood: Don't give me that crap. You have it out for Lilith and Logan. You're being biased.

Smith: And you ain't?

Hood: No, of course not.

~Seeing the newcomer down, he opts to make his ascent to the top, he waits and as Logan stumbles back to his feet, Kael leaps off and NAILS Logan with W.M.D from the TOP! He connects full force sending Logan CRASHING back into the canvas. Having taken advantage of the outside shot by Mike Best now, he rolls him over for the pinfall and the ref makes the count.~

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NO!

~Lilith makes the save just before three. She grabs hold of Max and with rage in her eyes she tosses him through the ropes to the outside. Our referee again escorts her from the ring and back to her corner.~

Hood: Lilith with the save. She REALLY needs to get into this match. But so far, Best and Kael have effectively cut the ring off for Logan.

Smith: That's because they came prepared. Logan is now winded and the smart move is to keep a fresher Lilith out of the ring ... not like she acts like she wants to be here anyway.

Hood: Lilith is always ready for a fight. Logan has earned his stripes and lasted throughout these overwhelming odds and now he just needs to make the tag. This is such an inspiration. Such a wonderful story. Logan battling through it all and rising above. Such bravery, such stamina.

Smith: Such bullshit. Are we even watching the same match? Logan ain't no underdog, he's gotta work at it.

~Logan again has an opportunity to make the tag. The crowd going back and forth on the two teams at this point. Logan crawls toward his corner and Lilith is there with arm outstretched, waiting, BEGGING for this tag. Logan is slowly making it and now, Max Kael rolls himself back into the ring and rushes after Logan to prevent the tag. But he gets it! This time, the ref sees it and Lilith rushes into the ring about as pissed off as we've ever seen her. She nails a toe kick to Kael's gut, following up with a few HARD punches to the face, a few elbows, and more kicks. She's like a woman possessed!~

Hood: And Lilith finally gets back into the match!

Smith: Uh oh. Damn she is CRAZY!

~Max Kael scrambles backwards to avoid the onslaught, looking for a tag to his partner. A quick shove that sends Lilith back a few steps seems to be enough of an opening, however she does not relent. Instead, she comes back at Kael rushing him and taking him down with a neckbreaker before he can get to Mike Best. Lilith continues the assault of Max Kael. Though he sees an opening, and pulls her tights forward and sends a kick up into her head, staggering her back. Mike Best enters the ring, this time to goad Logan into the ring, but it doesn't work. Logan pelvic thrusts and grins, watching as Lilith continues to pummel Max Kael.~

Smith: He's just standing there like an idiot!

Hood: Logan isn't as trigger happy as Lilith, he knows he has nothing to worry about.

~The ref immediately gets into it with Mike Best about getting back into his corner and Max Kael is more than happy to take advantage as he reaches for something in his tights. But he never gets the chance to use it as GASP! Logan NOW rushes the ring and kicks Max directly in the groin during Mike Best's botched distraction! Logan with another pelvic thrust before getting behind Max ... sleeper .... CONNECTOR!! Logan quickly exits the ring and Lilith wastes no time in capitalizing as Kael is DRIVEN into the canvas. She kneels down and DIGS her nails into Max's head, locking in her DEATH GRIP submission hold! Max Kael screams out in excruciating pain as he is now unable to tend to his aching groin. ~

Smith: That low blow. COME ON!

Hood: What? Payback is a bitch! Turn around ref! This one is over with!

~The ref turns his attention back to check for the submission on Kael. As soon as he is out of Mike's way, Best rushes the ring and with Lilith in the perfect position he runs into her with I KNEED A HERO! His knee CRACKING her in the side of the head and sending her tumbling back into the ropes where she hits them and falls down flat, but not before Logan tags himself back in. The referee sees this, but Best does not. The OCW Champion quickly back to his feet as he rolls Lilith back to the center of the ring for the cover. Logan waiting for his ambush moment.~

Hood: Oh this is brilliant!

Smith: Lilith no longer the legal competitor in this match. Best hasn't realized it just yet.

~Logan quickly hops back into the ring and grabs Best out of the pinfall attempt to lock in a sleeper and set up for yet ANOTHER Connector. But Best slips out of it and in a hiccup of a second he jumps up pulling Logan down into the HASHTAG MACHINE!!!~

Smith: And JUST LIKE THAT! Mike Best has taken complete control. Lilith is down and out and Logan .... HE'S TAPPING OUT! LOGAN IS TAPPING OUT! THIS ONE IS OVER!

Hood: What?! NO WAY! That can't be!

Smith: Call for the bell!

~Although from the commentary table it may have looked to Smith as if Logan was tapping, another angle ... the same angle the referee had view of, shows Logan flailing his arm forward, trying to reach for the ropes to break the hold. He hadn't actually tapped out to the submission hold.~

Hood: Nope! Look again, he hasn't got the word quit in him!

Smith: My apologies on that one. Obscured view gave the wrong impression. Logan has in fact not submitted and this match continues. But he has a long way to go to reach those ropes!

~Logan is struggling, and really can't get anywhere with Best holding him down in the triangle. But the face of treachery refuses to submit. It seems like forever before Lilith finally comes to and sends a vicious kick into Mike's head that finally breaks the hold. The crazed brunette remains on Best as the ref tries to restrain her. But it isn't long until Kael is back in the mix and he NAILS Lilith with the BROW BEATER that sends her tumbling through the ropes and to the outside. He follows out after her.~

Smith: Lilith with the save for her team but Kael makes short work of her. Logan still in trouble.

Hood: It's not over yet!

~Best makes it back to his feet after the brief assault by Lilith. Logan slowly staggering back to his feet, dazed. He puts his fists up and definatly pelvic thrusts at Mike Best once more. Best shrugs, almost laughing as he grabs Logan once again and NAILS eMpire Of The Son! Logan CRASHES into the mat and Best with the cover. Meanwhile on the outside, Lilith sends Max Kael into the ringpost! In the ring, shoulders are down!~

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~Lilith dives in to make the save but it is just a MILLISECOND too late! The bell rings.~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...in a time of 39 minutes and 2 seconds ....MAX KAEL and THE OCW CHAMPION MIKE BEST…THE EMPIRE!!!

Smith: Hell of a performance by Logan and Lilith but it was not meant to be. Max Kael and our OCW World Champion Mike Best came prepared and they came to make a statement. I believe Logan and Lilith have received that message loud and clear.

~Mike Best and Max Kael celebrate making their way up the entrance ramp as "Everybody Loves Me" by OneRepublic plays throughout the arena. Back in the ring, Lilith and Logan argue with each other over who was to blame for the bitter defeat.~

~As the tag match comes to close maybe you thought you would be free of the eMpire's delicious and sexy grasp but YOU WOULD BE WRONG. There's now more eMpire and you are delighted. We cut to a backstage hallway where Cecilworth is pacing back and forth almost in a frantic nature. His good friend and certainly not slave because slavery is wrong #woke Durango is leaning against a nearby crate~

Farthington: Can you believe this Durango? They're going to put MY BEAUTIFUL DUCK up for auction. FOR AUCTION!

~Farthington spits on the ground in rage at the very idea of an auction~

Durango: IT NICE DUCK!

Farthington: Yes, yes, we all agree about how nice the duck is but AN AUCTION. Any Jimmy or Sally Comelamely could mosey in and try to break my arm! Then what Durango? THEN WHAT? You need to raise your arm to win an auction in a gentlemanly fashion.

Durango: DURANGO COULD YELL!

Farthington: Please my dear Durango, yelling is very uncouth and unbecoming of a boy your age.

Durango: DURANGO COULD RAISE ARM!

~Cecilworth gives a condescending chuckle to his tall pal, shaking his head in disappointed sadness~

Farthington: No, it's a very kind offer but I must be the one seen as the duck owner. After all, he who controls the duck controls the OH CEEEEEEE DOUBLEYOUUU. A man in a turban told me that's how you say it. It must be me, I must be seen acquiring the duck. It's a real man about town matter.

~Cecilworth continues his panicked pacing and wild mutter in the hall~

Farthington: Durango, we cannot let the duck get to auction, anything can happen at auction, too many variables, too dangerous! No... we must act before Not Safe for Work. We most construct...

A DUCK HEIST!

Durango: DON'T MONEYWORTH HAVE MATCH IN MINUTES?

~Cecilworth snaps out of his duck dementia and back in to reality as the dawning of his momentary Paradigm Contenders Four Way comes to the forefront on the brain mind~

Farthington: A what now? Oh yes! The Pair O Dimes! This is also very important to my grand plan. We need both Durango. WE NEED BOTH! No Vagina Ladies or Rocket Men can stand in my way of Ducks or Dimes! Come now, we must plan the hei... PREPARE FOR THE BATTLE AHEAD!

Smith: It looks like Welsh has a leading contender to purchase THE DUCK

Hood: That's if CMF doesn't steal it, first.

Smith: Oh so now you're okay with someone taking the duck before it goes to auction?

Hood: CMF would be a great duck owner! Way better than Hayley and that other guy.

Smith: Ross Hanson!

Hood: Didn't he just lose to Zion?

Smith: That's Noah Hanson!

Hood: Ugh, whatever

Smith: Some unfair fowl practices taking place backstage...but, with Welsh in charge I can't say as though I'm surprised.

~Marcus Welsh sits at his desk, working on something. There's a knock at the door. Welsh glances at the door.~

Welsh: Okay, come-

~The door opens, interrupting him. He looks annoyed, especially as Mack O'Connor enters the room. Mack, surprisingly, wears a black suit. Welsh takes notice.~

Welsh: You look unusually sharp, Mack. Going to a funeral?

Mack: Not today, cupcake.

Welsh: Fine. What can I do for you, then?

Mack: Well, thought I'd dress the part of my new position.

Welsh: Hm?

Mack: Oh, you don't know?

~Welsh shrugs, insinuating that Mack should get on with it. Mack smiles devlishly~

Mack: Well, good sir, I was recently elected as the union rep for OCW's talent

Welsh: That's absurd. OCW isn't unionized.

Mack: It wasn't. Not anymore.

~Mack drops some paperwork on Welsh's desk. Welsh looks it over~

Welsh: I won't allow it. Anyone who attempts to unionize will be terminated.

Mack: Go for it, and good luck replacing the majority, if not the entire, roster. You can thank Zybala.

Welsh: Of course.

Mack: Then again... Perhaps this can all go away.

Welsh: If?

~Mack and Welsh glare at each other for a moment~

Mack: You know what I want.

~Welsh smiles~

Welsh: You can fuck yourself. I'll deal with the union.

~Mack looks a little disappointed, but he forces a smile~

Mack: Very well. Looking forward to our future discussions.

~Mack turns and walks towards the door, loosening his tie. Welsh seems to be withholding a great deal of steam. Mack exits and finally shuts the door behind him~

Marcus Welsh: ZYBALAAAAA!!!!

~Welsh yells in a fit of rage as we cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Our GM is not having a great night.

Hood: Yes, first Duckgate and now uniongate...what will be the third gate? You know these things happen in threes.

Smith: I have no idea

~We cut backstage as we find a visibly distressed Lilith quickly pacing back and forth on the spot. It’s clear she hasn’t had the time or opportunity to clean up after her recent match against the eMpire. Lilith is found to be on her phone but isn't talking to anyone. Eventually she sighs to herself and redials desperate for whoever she was trying to call to answer their phone. Again Lilith sighs to herself after the phone on the other end goes to voicemail. This time she decides to leave a voice message, her voice extremely shaky as if she's on the verge of breaking down in tears.

Lilith: Logan… I dont know why you aren't answering my calls… I… I thought we had a fun time together before… I… I thought you were my friend and liked being with me… I’m sorry for whatever I did…

~Lilith wipes a few tears away from her face as she slides down one of the nearby walls and sits on the floor, a complete emotional wreck. Several backstage crew walk straight past Lilith none of them even bothering to stop to ask if she was okay. Lilith wipes a few more tears away, her makeup now completely smudged and ruined~

Lilith: I thought we were friends… I mean I know I constantly tried to kill him and stuff but I did that for fun! I don't get what I did wrong…

~Lilith forces herself to stop crying as she noticeably starts to think about something. After a few moments Lilith reaches into her bra and pulls out a small copy of the Precious Moments Children’s Bible she had previously picked up at bible club from Chastity. Lilith flicks through a few pages of the book as a slight smile comes onto her face and the scene fades to black~

Smith: It seems as though things aren’t going so well for Lilith and Logan.

Hood: The eMpire does it again! I love those guys!

Smith: You are a horrible man. To see a woman that distressed…especially after exhausting herself, physically like she did in the ring moments ago should produce empathy – not satisfaction!

Hood: Meh, to each his own.

Smith: Well at least Chastity’s words of biblical wisdom are providing warmth for Lilith. That is nice to see.

Hood: Okay, now I’m starting to feel empathy…for myself!

Smith: Speaking of Chastity…she’s taken OCW by storm as of late. Her character…her charisma…her talent has the OCW fans buzzing. The biggest match of her career is up next!

Paradigm Contenders Match
Fatal Four Way
Ed Houston (22-12) vs. Cecilworth M! Farthington (4-1) vs. Sterling Silver (3-0) vs. Chastity Temple (2-1)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the fatal four-way contest is scheduled for one fall! And is a Number One Contenders Match for the Paradigm Championship! Introducing first…

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

Belvedere: From Miami, Florida standing 5’9” and weighing in at 180lbs…Ed Houston!!

~The banging of tables and other such horrible noises heralds the arrival of OCW's official Best New Boy, Cecilworth M. Farthington, proudly carrying his self-proclaimed OCW ICON Championship (watch High Octane Wrestling on HOTV!) upon his shoulder. As he stands atop the entrance ramp, he holds the title up high as if it was a gift from the Gods themselves. From the back suddenly appears the monster of a man simply known as Durango. Durango drops down, goes between the thighs of the Heir BNB and lifts him up on his shoulders. Cecilworth looks like a proud peacock riding astride Durango, holding his vanity (but also very real championship) up high, far above the filthy hands of anyone in the crowd risking touching it.~

~Durango begins to march towards the ring as Cecilworth proudly smiles and regally waves to all the "poor-os" beneath him. As the tandem approach the ring, Durango drops Cecilworth off on the apron and takes his place in his man's corner. Cecilworth cleans his feet up nice and pretty like on the apron and then hops into the ring for some combat sport action!~

Belvedere: From Buckinghamshire, UK standing 6’ and weighing in at 85kilos…Cecilworth M! Farthington!!

~The lights in the arena go out and multi-colored spotlights begin whirling around the arena as the intro to "(s)AINT" by Marilyn Manson 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 another negative response from the crowd. 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.~

Belvedere: From Neptune Beach, Florida standing 6’1” and weighing in at 220lbs…Sterling Silver!!

~The poppy beat of Britney Spears' "Oops!... I Did it Again" fills the arena as the Technical Virgin known as Chastity Temple makes her way out. She makes the sign of the cross before sashaying toward the ring, hips swinging underneath her short plaid skirt. She pauses to berate any male fans gawking at her as well as any female ones she thinks look slutty, oblivious to the fact she herself is dressed in a skimpy schoolgirl uniform. Chastity slides into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle, making the sign of the cross again before sneering at all the sinners in the crowd.~

Belvedere: From Topeka, Kansas standing 5’4” and weighing in at 108lbs…Chastity Temple!!

~Puff calls for the bell and all four competitors begin to circle the ring. Each looking for their own personal advantage. Sterling Silver finds his best course of action, sliding outside of the ring. The other three fighters move to the ropes and begin to question his manhood but he doesn't care either way. Houston catches CMF offguard with a school boy roll up!~

1..

2..

Smith: Ed nearly stole this one!

Hood: CMF needs to get his mind off THE DUCK and into this match!

~Chasity grabs Houston and rolls him up but only gets a count of two. CMF now rolls her up but he also receives a two count. The three all pop back to their feet, the Rocketman charges at Farthington but gets shoved back into the nearest corner. Now Temple comes charging in, CMF ducks down and she goes over him, looking for a sunset flip. CMF blocks her attempt and brings her back vertical. CMF shoves her into a corner of her own.~

Smith: CMF getting back into this one!

Hood: I’m pulling for Farthington…but anyone outside of Chastity would be great.

Smith: Rude

~Feeling in control, CMF begins to gloat a bit but Houston springs to life. He rushes out of the corner and leaps up onto Farthington's neck for a hurricanrana. It's blocked as Cecilworth holds on, he cradles Ed's legs and drops him on his head with a Gotch Style Piledriver! Temple stumbles out of the corner as CMF is back to his feet. He goes for a clothesline but she dodges with a matrix evasion. She bridges back with an overhead kick, catching CMF across the face and sending him though the ropes, to the outside.~

Smith: Great kick by Chastity! She’s so pure!

Hood: About as pure as piss covered snow

~Chastity looks set to fly, she turns to go hit the ropes but is caught by a jumping knee strike from Houston! Temple is dazed as she drops to her hands and knees. The male fans behind her, have the perfect view of her under garments and begin to hoop and holler. Meanwhile, CMF slowly climbs onto the the apron as it's now Houston who rebounds off the ropes. Ed uses Temple's back as a springboard, leaping off, landing on CMF's neck and taking him to the floor with a successful hurricanrana! The fans explode.~

Smith: What athleticism by Ed! We’ve fallen asleep on The Rocketman the past few months but there’s no denying his talent!

Hood: Yea he beat Mack O’Connor back at Throwback. Biggest win of his career.

Smith: Indeed…beat Mack to win the very title he’s trying to get back to.

~Both men are slowly to their feet but Houston is the first to strike. Grabbing Farthington by the hair, he looks to ram him face first into the guardrail. A well timed reversal has the Rocketman crashing into the guardrail instead. A bit exhausted but still trying to stay focused on his task, CMF turns back towards the ring where Chastity runs along the apron and dives towards him looking for a neckbreaker. He rolls out of the way and Temple crashes hard backfirst on the padded floor!~

Smith: Aww man!

Hood: CMF is too smart for Chastity…NO SHOCK THERE

Smith: I’d put Chastity’s IQ against Farthingtons!

Hood: After hearing you say that I’d like to put my IQ up against yours!

~Everyone is down on the floor and Sterling finally decides to make his appearance. He slides inside of the ring and begins to taunt the crowd who all collectively boo him. Collecting himself at ringside, CMF eyes Silver with a smug look upon his face. Sterling tells him to bring it. CMF obliges, climbing back into the ring and coming face to face with Silver. Silver with a right hand. CMF fires back with an european uppercut. Right. Uppercut. Right. Uppercut. Right. Upper-no! Silver spins through and both men do a complete 360. Standing dropkick by Sterling Silver sends Farthington crashing down into a corner. Silver gloats again as the crowd boos him.~

Smith: Silver getting into the match, finally

Hood: He was one of the favorites. Might just be getting a late start in this one

Smith: Perhaps

~Silver turns his attention to Houston, who's trying to climb back in but a boot sends him back to the floor. Now he goes to Temple, stopping her as she climbs through the ropes. He climbs the middle rope, looking to bring her in with an elevated suplex. CMF rushes over and quickly hooks her from the apron for a powerbomb. Resounding cheers come from the male audience for CMF's head positioning. Sterling watches on in disappointment as CMF carries Temple away. Suddenly Houston comes flying through Silver's legs and the ropes, connecting with a suicide dive into Temple who flips backwards, sending Farthington into the guardrail with a hurricanrana! The crowd once again erupt!~

Smith: Look at Ed fly!

Hood: It’s only a matter of time before the NASA flunky crashes and burns!

~Sterling looks down at the scattered bodies and then around to the fans. Getting down off of the ropes, he climbs outside and brings Temple up before rolling her back into the ring. He soon does the same to Houston. Stomping on both of his opponents, he drops down on top of Temple for the cover.~

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Smith: Silver was one second away from advancing to NSFW!

Hood: You know deep down, inside Temple enjoyed Silver pinning her.

Smith: How dare you besmirch her purity!

~Temple kicks out and Silver moves over to Houston and pins him but gets a two from Puff yet again. Sterling is back to his feet and now stomping on both Temple and Houston. But he's caught from behind by Farthington who clubs him across the back. With a hand full of platinum blonde hair, CMF goes to throw him out of the ring but Silver reverses and it's CMF who's sent back to the outside.~

Smith: CMF tossed outside of the ring!

Hood: I like Sterling but he’d better watch how he treats the Farthington lad!

~Turning his attention back to Temple who's laid down on the apron. He tries to bring her back up but a surprise kick sends him tumbling back to the mat. Joining her on the apron, is Houston who's on his feet and rushing towards her but she uses his momentum to monkey flip him off of the apron and cannonballing right into a rising Farthington! Recovering, Silver charges at Temple but she catches him with a shoulder through the ropes. Sterling Silver backs up and Temple springs off of the ropes, taking Silver over with a sunset flip. The force of the move causing Silver to roll through to his feet. Chastity pops to hers as well. She ducks underneath a clothesline attempt and handsprings off the ropes and takes Silver down with a back elbow. A move she affectionately calls the Holy Rolling Elbow! She has Silver in position and begins to look towards the fans. The male portion begin cheering immediately, expecting her next move as she stands next to Silver's downed body. Placing her hands on her knees, she begins to twerk to the approval of the male crowd as she suddenly connects with a beautiful standing moonsault, hooking the leg for the cover as Puff slides in for the count.~

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~Silver with the shoulder up! Temple slowly gets to her feet, signaling for the end to the crowd. She waits for Silver to get upright but gets blindsided by CMF. She staggers, but CMF keeps her from falling. Whatever he had planned however is thwarted, Temple shooting a sole kick into his midsection. With CMF doubled over, she grabs him in a ¾ facelock, looking for Snap Judgement. Using his strength to his advantage though, Farthington lifts Temple off her feet and then sends her crashing pure vajayjay first into Silver's face as he was seated in the corner!~

Smith: Farthington using Temple to punish Silver…two birds, one stone!

Hood: He’s trying to break what’s remained unbroken!

Smith: Let’s hope he does not succeed…for the Bible Club!

~CMF is back to his feet and planning his next form of offense. He turns, headed in the opposite direction from the corner that contains Silver and Temple. But what he doesn't realize is that Houston is perched on the top turnbuckle and leaping off towards him. Houston connects with a flying meteora! He quickly rolls through to his feet, Farthington staggering to an upright position. CMF is near the corner as Houston charges towards him. CMF goes for a wild swing but it's evaded as Houston jumps to the middle rope. Springing backwards blindly, he lands on CMF's shoulders and take him over with another hurricanrana, this time holding on for the pin!~

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~CMF kicks out.. The Rocketman is frustrated but he doesn't let it deter as he gets back to his feet. He drags CMF towards the corner. Houston scales to the top. He looks to Blastoff but Silver is there to stop him, crouching him on the top turnbuckle post. Silver brings him off the corner and onto his shoulders, looking to go for the Quicksilver Supreme. He pushes Houston up, but he's able to maneuver his body until his feet land around Silver's neck and send him though the ropes with a headscissors!~

Smith: Another great move by Ed! He’s starting to rise up in this one.

Hood: Only to crash and burn…like I said earlier. Ask any NASA man, they’ll tell you the same.

~Back to his feet, Houston has his eyes fixated on Silver who recovers on the outside. Rebounding off the far ropes, Houston leaps and twists over the ropes, taking Silver out with a Fosbury Flop! Inside of the ring Farthington is now by the ropes and looking out at his downed opponents. They slowly begin to rise, CMF seemingly having a trick up his sleeve. He turns, only to see Temple charging at him but he has the wherewithal to lift her up and over the ropes with a back body drop, taking out Ed Houston and Sterling Silver!~

Smith: Teamwork?

Hood: Teamtwerk?

Smith: I’m sorry I even broached the subject.

~CMF looks set to fly as the OCW Arena rise to their feet. He rebounds off the far ropes, charging towards his rising opponents. He slides under the bottom rope, kick to groin for Silver, eye gouge for Houston and bionic elbow to Temple's temple. All three are down on the floor, CMF basking in all of his own glory as the fans reign down abuse. CMF brings Chastity back upright and rolls her back into the ring. He climbs onto the apron and begins to step through the ropes. Temple connects with a low dropkick, slumping him in the ropes! She pulls him into the ring, shoots the half and goes for the cover!~

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~Farthington kicks out! Groggily, Temple crawls towards the nearby corner and uses the ropes to get vertical. She then begins to climb up, but Houston is there to stop her. Back elbow from Chastity sends him down to the mat. Silver tries his luck but he receives the same treatment as Ed. CMF pops to his feet and shoves her legs, causing her to get caught up in the middle ropes. Stepping to the apron, CMF hurriedly climbs the corner and leaps off, double stomping Temple into the canvas! He drags her out of the corner and goes for the pin. Puff right there for the count!~

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~Houston breaks up the pin attempt! Houston brings CMF vertical but Cecilworth surprises him with an european uppercut! Houston stumbles backwards but responds with a Roundhouse Kick that rocks CMF! Effortlessly springing to the top turnbuckle, Ed measures up a woozy CMF. He leaps off for a crossbody but Farthington catches the lighter wrestler. CMF lifts Houston up but the Rocketman lands on his shoulders, this time flipping backwards and spiking CMF with a Reverse Rana! Farthington flips completely over, landing on his back as Houston goes for the cover but he's quickly shoved off by Silver who goes for the pin. Before a tired Puff can even slap the mat. Chastity flips over Silver and pins his shoulders to the canvas.~

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~Silver kicks out and they're both back vertical. Sterling Silver charges but is doubled over with a sole kick. Temple hooks a ¾ facelock, Snap Judgement! She shoots the half and hooks both legs for the cover!~

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~No! Silver kicked out!~

Smith: Silver kicked out!! This match continues!

Hood: WHEWWWWW

~Temple is in complete shock, not believing that wasn't three. All four competitors are down on the canvas, the OCW Arena coming to life, cheering the four on. All four slowly get to their feet and a slugfest breaks out. Farthington battling Houston while Silver goes at it with Chastity. Sterling Silver and CMF win their respective battles as they now slug it out in the center of the ring. Silver pushes CMF back and SUPERKICK! No, CMF dodges and springs off the middle rope. EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! Silver staggers to a knee as Temple goes to boot a rising Farthington. He catches her foot, she goes for an enziguri but catches a rising Silver across the face as CMF ducks! Sterling's back to a knee. CMF looks to kick Houston but he catches the foot. He then swings Farthington's leg and his foot connects with Silver's face as he slumps completely to the canvas! DOUBLE SUPERKICK to CMF's face thanks to Houston and Temple! He's out like a light!~

Smith: It’s down to Ed and Temple! The old versus the new…who will prevail?

Hood: Get up, Silver! Get up, Farthington!! Anyone but these two!

~They turn their attention towards each other, Houston goes for a jumping knee strike but it's avoided. Ed spins around and a Savior Sole (Jumping Roundhouse Kick) sends him tumbling through the ropes! Sterling Silver is back vertical and charging towards Temple! Savior Sole rocks Silver and he slumps down, face first into the canvas. With Sterling face down on the canvas, Chastity picks her moment, wrapping Silver's legs around her own, she bends backwards, clutching his head, applying the Chastity Belt!~

Smith: The Chastity Belt!! This time at a more private angle!

Hood: This crowd seems frustrated.

~Sterling screams in pain as Temple yanks and pulls on his face. The crowd are on their feet anticipating a tap out but Silver continues to fight. However he's not close enough to the ropes to grab them and begins to claw at her fingers. But she's determined, her fingers interlocked tightly under his chin. Double footstomp from the top rope by CMF to Chastity's exposed midsection forcing her to release her grip!~

Smith: OH MY GOSH!!

Hood: Her vagina may remain pure but her ribs are fucked

~Temple rolls out the ring, clutching her midsection as CMF brings Silver up and shows him that he's Worthless(Fisherman's Brainbuster)! Sterling's head and neck crashes violently into the mat as CMF quickly goes for the cover!~

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~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner and number one contender…CECILWORTH M! FARTHINGTON!!!!!

Smith: Farthington advances! He’ll face Hayley Robinson at NSFW for the Paradigm Championship!

Hood: Pair o’ dimes, baby! Tonight is turning out GREAT

Smith: It’s been another evening plagued by in ring eMpire success.

Hood: Fuck you and you’re biased shit. These guys are carrying OCW to new heights, baby!

~Massacre cuts in on Andrea sitting in a studio with the Craze Championship over her shoulder. She draws a really strong, positive response from the audience as it is clear that she’s definitely got some stuff on her mind, stuff that she’s going to waste no time at all expressing~

Andrea: I came into this year without a championship and seemingly going down what we call in OCW as the “Mike Harrison path”... that being of a wrestler that showcases a ton of potential here in OCW and even wins a championship, but then suddenly goes downhill after they lose it. Poor Mike… it’s a shame that I never got to face him again and avenge one of my earlier losses in OCW, especially now that I know that I would have unequivocally beat him. But that’s beside the point. I went into one of the most ridiculous matches I ever had in my career against Bester Freund, a match of HIS element, and I found a way to come away with THIS… the OCW Craze Championship. Yet, I still was missing something. Potential could only go so far and sure, two championships in OCW is a great deal especially for someone like me… but what I was missing?

It was that ability to beat the big names of this brand!

Then came Social Justice against Bob Grenier… who some in the back said I had no business beating… but I did! I wasn’t supposed to make the final four of the Block Party tournament, but that’s exactly what I did and by no means was that easy.

Dangerous Dan thought he was just going to show up and steal the spotlight, but no… I shut him down.

Mario Maurako, like a LOT of the old boys club here, thought he was just going to coast to Block Party as if he was entitled to it. No sir… I became the first wrestler in OCW to own a win over eMpire… even if it didn’t end the way I wanted it to… fuck you very much Vincent Langston.

And Curt Canon? He wanted to go out in a final blaze of glory. I don’t think he liked me very much, but ultimately… HASHTAG AndreaHernandezRunIn put a stop to that and I RETIRED Curt Canon.

It wasn’t until that bastard Lurrr decided to cheat to beat me in the final four that I was finally eliminated but MAN… you two on commentary oversold the hell out of that. Calling it what? A “HEARTBREAKER”? Two steps forward, one step back? I’m NOT the same wrestler that got screwed out of the Paradigm Championship, damn it!

~Andrea is starting to look a little furious at this point.~

Andrea: I don’t play by “woe is me” anymore. I have stopped feeling sorry for myself when things go wrong. I have long matured out of that! If anything, with those names I’ve been beating, it’s multiple steps forward to being OCW Champion… which I abhor to say it’s in the hands of EMPIRE now! Believe me, it disgusts me more than I’m willing to express right now but if I get my chance… I WILL right this injustice because the one thing I proved in this tournament beating the names that I did… is that Andrea Hernandez is a future OCW Champion! And no EMPIRE is going to stop me… whether it’s Mike Best, Mario Maurako and their band of fuckboys or whether it’s Evin Empire…

~Andrea scoffs at the mention of his name.~

Andrea: Hi Evin, don’t worry. I never forgot about you. Go ahead and talk the talk all you want. I’ve beaten boys like you before… those with the inflated egos and those that think they’re the greatest thing ever. I’ve chased guys like you out of OCW before… OH HI AXEL VEIGA… nice knowing you!

Next week we’ll find out if you really ARE one of the best up and comers in OCW… or whether you’re just another BOY in this company with far too much sizzle and not enough steak. For now, that’s all I’m going to say about you.

Oh and for THE EMPIRE… especially YOU Mario… you want me? You know where to find me! I’m NOT going to let Langston’s bullshit stand and if I manage to retain against Evin, I don’t mind putting this title on the line against YOU, Mario… that way… you run out of excuses for our tournament match. Want to see a REAL OCW Champion? Watch how I handle my business next week!

~Andrea maintains a look of determination in her eyes, having said all that she needed to be said as the scene fades out among the cheers she’s hearing from the crowd.~

Smith: Andrea's been slaying giants in 2019. It's a role she's grown comfortable playing...however next week she faces a different animal.

Hood: Yep, she's the FAVORITE next week. She's the veteran taking on the hungry up and comer. Evin Empire poses a very new, very dangerous threat to her Craze Championship reign.

Smith: Indeed...that match will main event Massacre next week!

~We come back to the ring with Marcus Welsh standing inside, all business. The camera cuts to the announce desk where Hood and Smith are standing by~

Hood: Last week not only did we witness several debuts ... but the re-debut of a former OCW star who had only one agenda with their recent return to the company.

Smith: After a five year absense from OCW, they made it very clear what they wanted, and offered some valid arguments as to why they should receive what they demanded.

Hood: Let's take you back to last Monday and what occurred when the Mistress of Mischief made her presence known once again!

~We shift to the short video package~

Monday Night Massacre

May, 13th 2019

~Suddenly the lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE~

Smith: Well here's a face we haven't seen on OCW television in quite a while!

Hood: Years, we're talking years!

FLASH

Smith: It's been nearly 5 years since we've seen Sarah Twilight and she seems as intense as ever!

Hood: She did win the Oh Shit Contract and was never able to cash it in...she's got an argument, Smith.

FLASH

Sarah Twilight: What was it they called that match? The "Oh Shit" Battle Royal? Well OH SHIT is RIGHT! Because the bitch who won that match is BACK! And OH SHIT, she hasn't forgotten what she is owed.

FLASH

Sarah Twilight: You can either give me what I am owed, or put every member of this company in jeopardy. Choice is yours ..... You have one week!

BACK TO LIVE TV

~The video package ends. Marcus Welsh still looking professional about everything, despite the reminder of the threats that were issued a week prior.~

Smith: Our General Manager with a decision to make here. You have to wonder if Sarah's threats may have hurt her chances of receiving what she believes she is owed.

Hood: Believes? She won that match, clearly she is owed a contract. But as you mentioned, her threats might have a negative effect here tonight, and not the outcome she was looking for.

~Marcus finally comments on the situation as the cameras pan back to the ring.~

Marcus Welsh: I do a lot for this company. I bring in new talent and I bring in talent who have made an impact here before. Last week, I was presented with an ultimatum. One that I am going to answer now. So let's not waste any time. Ladies a---

~Marcus is interrupted as "The Only One" by Evanescence begins playing over the loudspeakers. The crowd reaction this week is a mixed one as some fans do in fact side with Sarah Twilight that she is owed the contract that she won~

Smith: The Mistress of Mischief not going to wait for an introduction here tonight!

~There is no moments taken by Sarah to antangonize the crowd. No poses, not a single wasted step as she walks straight to the ring with purpose, ignoring everything else around her. Those emerald green eyes of hers fixated on Welsh~

Hood: If looks could kill, we'd be calling a coroner for Marcus right about now! I have never seen such an intense stare!

~Sarah climbs into the ring and gets about a foot from Marcus Welsh. The fiery redhead folds her arms impatiently as she continues to stare daggers through Marcus Welsh. The crowd anticipating what was going to happen next. Marcus mouths a few words to calm the redhead down, but he doesn't look the slightest bit intimidated.~

Marcus Welsh: Settle down Sarah so we can get to busin---

~Marcus is again interrupted as Sarah suddenly reaches forward and YANKS the microphone from his hand!~

Smith: Uh oh! This isn't going to be good.

Hood: I ... I don't believe she just did that!

Sarah Twilight: My contract .... YES or NO!?!

~She shoves the microphone back toward Marcus who takes it, still not understanding the unnecessary aggression. He sighs as he responds.~

Marcus Welsh: Yes ...

~Sarah's demeanor immediately changes and she smirks heavily.~

Sarah Twilight: That's all I needed to hear.

~The Mistress of Mischief turns and hops between the ropes to ringside and begins making her way up the ramp having gotten the answer she was seeking~

Hood: Just like that things get interesting! Now Sarah Twilight has an Oh Shit contract that she can cash in at ANY time against ANY champion!

Smith: This is MAJOR! Everyone has been put on notice ... AGAIN!

~Sarah gets about halfway up the ramp but Marcus wasn't finished with her just yet.~

Marcus Welsh: Sarah ... hey Sarah wait.

~The stunning redhead pauses and turns to look back at Marcus. She was more inclined to do so now that she'd gotten what she wanted. Marcus now finishes what he was going to say before Sarah made a hasty exit~

Marcus Welsh: You ARE indeed owed an Oh Shit contract, and you did indeed earn that. As I said, that request has been granted.

~Sarah looks at him with a hint of confusion now as he had already told her she is getting her contract so there really was nothing more to discuss. But there was!~

Marcus Welsh: However, I am not going to have any member of my roster make demands with threats toward management or any other employee of the company. I don't want anyone to think that your behavior is acceptable. You could have chosen to simply ask me about what was owed to you and I would have gladly worked it out for you. But that isn't what you chose to do.

~Sarah again folds her arms as she stands on the ramp and listens on.~

Marcus Welsh: Therefore I am giving YOU an ultimatum.

~Sarah raises a brow and again takes an aggressive stance, even taking a few steps back towards the ring at this comment. Marcus isn't phased by this.~

Marcus Welsh: Now, although you may cash in your contract at any time of your choosing ... you will need to select what champion you intend to use the contract against and present that information to me. If you do not comply with my request. The contract will be null and void.

~Sarah narrows her eyes at this and appears to be fuming on the ramp, mouthing obscenities at Marcus who remains calm and professional.~

Marcus Welsh: ... you have one week.

Smith: And now the tables have turned! Sarah Twilight has been granted her Oh Shit contract with the caveat that she MUST inform Marcus Welsh of which champion she intends to use it against. And she has to do so by next week!

Hood: This is unheard of! What about the element of surprise?!

Smith: The ultimatum pendulum has swung back at Sarah. Either she wants the contract or she doesn't because this is the only way she gets it!

~Sarah storms to the back as the crowd are roaring with a mixture of cheers and boos.~

Smith: That completely takes away from the advantage built IN to that contract.

Hood: Look you don’t push a guy like Marcus Welsh around. Especially not after DUCK GATE earlier this evening.

Smith: Welsh has shown a tendency to bend toward new talent. He likes keeping things fresh around here…Sarah Twilight is a major player in this industry. I guess it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’s going to honor her contract.

Hood: It’s not like she didn’t earn the fucking thing, man. I think it’s more than fair…quid pro quo…he’s going to honor it but he’s also going to dilute it’s power just enough to make things fair.

Smith: If you say so…regardless, Sarah’s got a big decision on her hands. Our champions will be sitting back anxiously awaiting her choice.

~Backstage, ‘The Marvel’ Matt Meyhu stands outside his locker room next to a stack of cardboard boxes. His assistant, Ezra Rosenberg, stands by his side. Matt removes his ‘TBA’ t-shirt and places it inside the top box.~

Matt Meyhu: That’s the last of ‘em.

Ezra Rosenberg: You sure about this? We put a lot of money into these!

Matt Meyhu: They’re t-shirts, Ez. Nothing more. We’ve got bigger fish to fry!

Ezra Rosenberg: Where do I put them?

Matt Meyhu: I don’t know, just dump them outside. Seems like there’s always homeless people hanging around this place. They can have them.

~Ezra shrugs and starts to wheel the boxes out of frame.~

Ezra Rosenberg: I’ll be back!

~One face exits and another enters. Who’re steps up alongside Meyhu.~

Matt Meyhu: Ah, sorry, you just missed the shirts! Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll wind up with one… They’re with your people now!

Who’re: I don’t know what you’re talking about, or if I want to know… But you got a minute?

Matt Meyhu: I always have time for a fan!

Who’re: Not a fan, but-

Matt Meyhu: I should clarify, that time is about ten seconds.

Who’re: Last week, you answered Lurrr’s call. Not only that, but the two of you agreed on terms. The Hall of Fame title and an OCW title shot are both on the line here…

Matt Meyhu: Yeah, that’s right. Look, I’m the longest reigning OCW champion this place has ever seen. I should have already received my shot to win that back, one on one, long ago… But I haven’t. For whatever reason, they seem intent on making me wait… Now, I don’t understand the reasoning behind that anymore than you understand the proper amount of makeup to wear, but it is what it is.

~Who’re frowns as Meyhu takes a moment to examine her… He nods.~

Matt Meyhu: So, I had to figure out what was next… What is left for the man who has done everything?

Who’re: Almost everything.

Matt Meyhu: Exactly. There is one last box for me to check. One last achievement for The Marvel to… Achieve. One… Last… Title.

Who’re: Well, you’ll have your work cut out for you. Lurrr has achieved just as much… Even more!

Matt Meyhu: I know who Lurrr is, thank you. I’m well aware of what I’m up against. But you know what? That doesn’t bother me even a little bit. I’ve made a career out of matches like this. Not Safe For Work will be no different.

~Who're attention suddenly is diverted to the side of Meyhu. Lurrr pops up next to Meyhu~

Lurrr: Son you better be bothered. You want to call yourself the greatest OCW Champion, the best this company has ever seen? It's funny that all of a sudden when the competition level goes up around here you lose the OCW Title and haven't been able to regain it. At Not Safe For Work I will continue to remind you that maybe you just can't hack it around here when the big boys decided to show up.

~Meyhu smirks at Lurrr's comments~

Lurrr: You can smile all you want but the fact of the matter is maybe after I hit you with the Wake Up Call you will come to the sound truth on your own. And the truth is maybe you will need to drop down to "B" level status and continue to have fights with the Bob Grenier's, the Chad Vargas's, the Alice Knight's of the world... hell even maybe convince The Incredible One to come out of retirement and you guys can all duke it out for the best in "B" level world. You know pump that record up like you did for so many matches and feasted on this average competition.

~Meyhu bows up to Lurrr really irritated by Lurrr~

Who're: Lurrr what do you mean by "B" Level...

~Lurrr cuts her off~

Lurrr: I don't know what you’re doing back here...but move along I don't speak to the help around here. Only thing you're good for is laying on your back now get the fuck out of my space while I try to drive home a point.

~Who're lowers her mic dejected and offended. She walks away~

Lurrr: In fact I know for a fact that I am a cut above "The Marvel" so why don't I go ahead and prove it to you next week? Why don't we have a little friendly competition? Each one of us has a match with a clock going. Let's say 10 minutes? And whoever gets the most pins or submissions can pick what stipulation our match is on June 17th. What do you say? I am so confident I can best you in front of the entire OCW fan-base and locker room and lower that beat up ego even more.

~The crowd can be heard going wild in anticipation of "The Marvel" Mat Meyhu and Lurrr possibly competing next Monday night. Meyhu smiles and nods at Lurrr. He stands as tall as he can.~

Matt Meyhu: Big talk from a guy who hasn't done much of anything this decade. Don't worry, I'm not one to back down from a challenge. This is what I do! If this is what you need to prove yourself, I'll play your game... Just know that at Not Safe For Work, you'll be playing my game.

~Meyhu pats Lurrr on the shoulder with a smirk on his face and steps out of the frame. He pops back in momentarily.~

Matt Meyhu: Don't use up all your energy next week! You'll be needing it.

~We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Lurrr AND Meyhu in action next week? They will be trying to beat the –

Hood: WHOA! We’ve got to come up with a new name for that.

Smith: Any ideas?

Hood: Nah, you?

Smith: …

Hood: ….

Smith: …???

Hood: BEAT THE CLOCK IT IS!

Smith: It will be interesting to see who Meyhu and Lurrr are paired up with. But that's next week...this week we've got a SAVAGE main event and it's up next!

Main Event
OCW Savage Championship
Vincent “The Legend” Langston © (27-4) vs. Ehud of Moab (3-2)

~These fans are feeling violent…they are feeling aggressive…dare I say, they are feeling SAVAGE!! A loud “EHUD” chant fires up. The former sheriff of Moab faces the biggest match of his pro wrestling excursion. Belvedere stands within the ring, looking as manly as ever! He clears his throat and speaks into the mic~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening! This match will be held under SAVAGE rules. There will be no Disqualifications, no Count Outs…and Falls Count Anywhere! The winner of this match will leave the here tonight the OCW Savage Champion!!! Introducing first…

~"I Am Legend" echoes through the arena, followed by the build-up of the music. The claps and heavy beat are joined by lasers and flashing lights as the music blasts out. Vincent Langston walks out on the stage, a stoic look on his face as he walks towards the ring. Langston has a chain draped over his shoulder and the Savage Title around his waist. He jumps over the ropes, lands in the ring, and lets out a loud yell to the crowd, before turning back to his corner~

Smith: What?!

Hood: This is interesting.

Smith: Why is the champion coming out first?

Hood: The Ehud effect, I’d imagine.

Smith: So you think because Ehud is so slow they’re giving him extra time by having Vincent come out first?

Hood: I mean…that’s the only logical explanation. Champions always come out second in OCW.

Smith: Yea, maybe you’re right…something feels off about this.

Belvedere: From Washington, D.C. standing 6’4 and weighing in at 230lbs…he is the OCW Savage Champion…Vincent “The Legend” Langston!!!

~Langston scans the area. Scruff walks up, inspecting the champion…normal procedure that we usually bypass. But, with Ehud’s entrance about to take place we may as well focus on mundane details to help pass the time~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

Smith: Alright fans…sit back, maybe hit the restroom, warm up some popcorn…heck, order a pizza and pick it up. Ehud’s entrance is upon us!

Hood: The ultimate piss break. Hell, it might redefine piss break into shit break.

Smith: Okay, that’s gross.

~”The Fuck Was I” by Jenny Owen Young plays…everyone waits and watches~

Hood: Ah shit, here we go again.

~Everyone waits and watches~

Smith: So, Hood…how was your weekend?

Hood: Well, since you asked, it was actually pretty fucking rad. I took a trip to – HOLY SHIT

~Fans shriek!! A loud noise fills the OCW Arena. Our POV shifts instantly to the ring where we see Max Kael drilling Langston in the back of the head with straight right hands!! Langston staggers around. Kael lifts his right arm up and brings it down, striking Langston in the back of the head with his elbow!! Langston drops to one knee~

Smith: Max Kael has jumped the Savage Champion from behind!

Hood: Shit just picked up!

Smith: Somebody get him out of here! He’s going to cost Langston his Savage Championship!

Hood: Hey, Langston tried to murder him with a chain last week.

Smith: There is NO proof Langston was behind that chain.

~Max throws some forearm shots across Langston’s face. Right, then left, then right, then left, pummeling the champion’s head. The chain falls from his shoulder to the mat. We look toward the curtain…still no Ehud. Max drives his knee into Vincent’s spine. Vincent grimaces and arches his back…Max secures Langston’s chin, keeping the Savage Champion from being able to escape~

Smith: Security! We need security!

Hood: Why? Bell hasn’t rung …it’s a Savage rules match. Seems perfectly fine to me…you want to live in a Savage world you got to play by them savage rules, baby.

Smith: But this isn’t fair!

Hood: He’s fighting an 80-year-old man! I think he’ll be okay.

~Max pulls his leg back and drives the knee into Vincent’s spine!! The Savage champion is in great pain, but he refuses to yell out. We look toward the curtain…STILL NO EHUD. Max dives forward, slamming the metal eye patch into the back of Vincent’s head!! Langston’s body shakes with pain. Max does this again and again and again. Langston’s body leans to the right…Max lets go of Vincent’s chin, allowing the body of the Savage Champion to fall to the mat, atop the curled chain. A few droplets of blood fall from the back of his head as Max stands over Langston, keeping his singular, blue eye fixated on the man who ruined his Block Party~

Smith: Okay, I think this is MORE than enough.

Hood: Max is done when Max says he’s done!

Smith: Langston still has to face Ehud!

Hood: Ehud may still be in Utah for all he know…or, well, in between Key West and Utah on his bike.

Smith: He’s in the building…I know that much.

~The fans pop!! Ehud steps through the curtain!!! His thin, white hair hanging out from underneath a black cowboy hat. He stops and points at the ring. Kael’s attention is diverted. He heads toward the ropes, glaring at Ehud. Ehud points at Max and throws a few punches. Belvedere has already bolted from the ring…therefore there is no announcement of Ehud’s arrival~

Smith: Ehud not getting an intro tonight.

Hood: Belvedere is the smartest man in this company, Smith. When shit goes down, he clears out!

Smith: He’ll outlive us all.

~Ehud begins his slow march down the ramp, throwing lefts and rights into the air, warming up for the biggest match of his career. Kael turns around to continue beating on Langston. Upon turning he finds Langston on his feet with the chain wrapped around his right hand!! Langston throws a huge right hand into Max’s mouth!! We hear a loud “CLANG!” Langston bends over, reaching for his hand in pain. Max’s head violently jerks to its right before slowly turning back around. His lips are busted…but, underneath them we see the recently installed metal teeth. The blow did little to no damage to Kael. Langston looks up…his eyes widen with shock. Max lifts a knee into Vincent’s chin!!! Langston is straightened up. Max delivers a Mongolian Chop!! Langston is stunned. Max rips the chain from Langston’s right hand…it’s all balled up. He thrusts the ball of metal into Langston’s face!!! Vincent falls into the ropes..they push him back into Kael. He falls to his knees. Kael backs away…Langston is on all fours. Blood is pouring from the back of his head as well as the front. Max takes the chain and begins to unravel it. Ehud is just about halfway down the ramp…the fans are yelling for Ehud to hurry up~

Smith: Ehud!! Hurry! Make the save!

Hood: I think the old fucker is moving about as fast as he can, Smith. Shit…come to think of it…he might be better off rolling down the ramp.

Smith: That’s not a bad idea.

Hood: Ah fuck it, never mind…then he’d have to get up, and there’s no telling how long that would take!

~Max reaches back with the chain and slings it across Langston’s back!!! Vincent flips over, arching his back in pain. His face contorts, his teeth clench, his fists tighten...Max gathers the chain and slings it at Langston once more!! This time it slaps down across Langston’s chest and stomach!! Vincent’s eyes widen…he coughs and quickly rolls back over, protecting the more vulnerable side. Ehud nears the bottom of the ramp…he throws a few uppercuts. The fans are booing…they are chanting “FUCK YOU MAX!” Kael doesn’t seem to care…he remains singularly focused on decimating Langston~

Smith: He’s whipping him with the chain! This is too brutal…we need help out here!

Hood: This is what happens when you’re a loner, Smith. No friends…

Smith: Well, how about security, huh? How about a modicum of interest in preserving one of our champions?

Hood: It’s up to the champions to retain…to protect their spot.

~Max straddles Langston and hooks the chain around his neck!! Kael rears back, choking the Savage Champion!! Langston’s face darkens as the pressure starts to get to him. We see a cut just under his left eye…the eye is beginning to swell. Langston reaches out, looking for something, anything…but he’s in the center of the ring. Max keeps his odd-looking eye focused on the back of Langston’s head…it’s filled with purpose. Ehud reaches the bottom of the ramp and heads for the steps~

Smith: Get in there, Ehud! We need help!

Hood: How weird that you’re asking the challenger to help the champion.

Smith: Max is going to kill Langston, Hood. He’s going to KILL him!

Hood: I seriously doubt that’s going to happen.

~Ehud makes it up the first step. Max continues choking Langston. Langston’s eyes begin to roll into the back of his head. Saliva is seeping out of the side of his mouth. His face is turning a very unnatural color…disparate from the rest of his body. Ehud makes it up the second step. Max continues to pull as hard as ever. Ehud reaches the third step and then the apron. He pauses, throwing a few punches. The fans yell ‘GET IN THE RING, EHUD!’ Ehud steps in through the ropes. He focuses on Max choking Langston. At this point, it’s clear that Langston has been choked unconscious. Ehud steps forward as only Ehud can, slowly. Max finally relents, releasing the chain. Langston’s head falls to the mat, landing with a painful thud. Max stands up, chain hanging from his right hand. Ehud throws a few jabs as he gets closer~

Smith: What’s Ehud going to do?

Hood: I think the more pertinent questions what Max has planned.

Smith: He already defeated Ehud last week…he’s got nothing left to prove in that regard!

Hood: When did that stop an angry man from doling out vengeance?

~Ehud nears Max. He gets within reach and throws a huge right hand at Max. Kael dodges the hand and pushes Ehud…the old man stumbles into the ropes, a little confused due to his unsteady equilibrium. Max looks down at Vincent…then over at Ehud and smiles. It appears as though his job is finished. He throws the chain out of the ring and steps through the ropes, making his way around ringside. The fans nearest the barricade yell and curse at the one-eyed villain. These jeers are met with indifference~

Smith: And he’s just ruined this match. Langston is unconscious…Ehud is our next Savage Champion.

Hood: So we’ve got arguably the strongest roster in history…which means EHUD is holding…what some think is our second most prestigious belt? WEAK ASS BOOKING

~Ehud turns around. He doesn’t see Max (who is at the top of the ramp, heading for the curtain). He spots Langston, face down. The bell finally rings. Ehud looks around…the fans chant “PIN HIM!” They were booing Max earlier, but now they seem way too excited over the prospect of EHUD earning an OCW strap. Ehud heads Langston’s way~

Smith: All Ehud has to do is roll Langston over, and he’ll earn the three count.

Hood: What about a standing ten count? Langston’s been down for over ten seconds.

Smith: Well that’s not a bad idea…unfortunately, the bell JUST rang.

Hood: Ah, true. Oh well, none of this will matter in a minute.

~Ehud gets to one knee. He works to push Langston over. It’s quite the task. Langston is very heavy. He struggles and strains. He finally gets Langston onto his back and makes the cover. The fans are all settled in…they are resigned to what’s about to happen. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!

NOOO

Smith: What?!

Hood: The fuck just happened?

Smith: Langston INCHED his shoulder off the mat!

Hood: You fucking serious?

~Ehud looks at Scruff. It was brief, but it did happen…Langston managed to lift his left shoulder off the mat for a brief moment, avoiding a three count. Ehud thinks about getting up but, man, it’s going to be hell on his knees. So, he tries another pin~

1!

2!

SHOULDER UP!

Smith: Shoulder up again! This time it looked voluntary.

Hood: Yea, that was a more ‘normal’ shoulder up. So we can confirm that Langston is alive.

Smith: Yes, he remains amongst the living.

~Langston is on his right shoulder, coughing. Blood spurts from his mouth, revealing damage to his throat. Damage that was accrued during the elongated chain choke. Ehud is back on his knees, wincing. All that weight on his brittle joints is painful. He tries to roll Langston onto his back, but Vincent refuses, showing an ever increasing level of fight. Ehud can’t take the pain any longer…he struggles to his feet and puts his fists up, waiting for Vincent to meet him~

Smith: It’s tough getting old.

Hood: Yep, but Ehud’s ready to fight. His fists are up; he’s ready to go.

Smith: That’s if Langston can make it to his feet.

Hood: He’ll get there eventually and then be dropped right back down to the mat.

~Vincent finds the ropes and uses them to stand. His arms are shaking due to the damage he’s absorbed. He’s weakened to a state of near incontinence. He spins around. Ehud is ready! He throws a HUGE right hand! Langston ducks!!! Langston’s bloodied visage staggers forward, into the ropes. Ehud looks around. He spins and locates Langston. He moves in the direction of the champion, whose belt remains around his waist. Ehud throws a few jabs into Langston’s kidneys. Vincent is affected by these, arching his back and doing his best to move away~

Smith: Langston dodged a deadly right hand but he’s still in bad, bad shape.

Hood: Yea but Ehud’s old ass is letting him recover, slowly.

Smith: True, he has improved his position in this match.

~Langston is leaning in a corner, gasping for air. Blood falls from several location, staining the mat beneath him. Ehud makes his way toward Langston, fists up. He throws a right hand at the back of Langston’s head. Langston ducks again!!! Ehud stumbles forward, into the corner. He pauses, before beginning to turn around. Langston is awaiting Ehud. Ehud tuns around…Langston kicks him in the gut and drops him with Scars of War!!! He’s unable to complete the move due to his weakened state…so Ehud remans face down on the mat with Vincent laying next to him. Langston slowly rolls Ehud over, looking for the pin. The fans are beginning to boo~

1!

2!

FIST OUT!

Smith: Ehud raises his fist!!! He’s alive!

Hood: And that, somehow, got his shoulder off the mat.

Smith: Indeed

~Langston rolls back onto the mat, staring up into the lights. They reflect oddly off the warm, wet blood coating portions of his face. Ehud tries to sit up, but it isn’t easy. He winds up using his elbow for support. He begins the painstaking process of returning to his feet. It’s pretty incredible that he ate MOST of Langston’s heralded finisher and is already returning to his feet~

Smith: Ehud showing tremendous recovery skills.

Hood: That’s what living in Utah gets you…not to mention battling Evil Grimace.

Smith: Ehud is as grizzled as they come. Tougher than two dollar s –

Hood: Slut.

Smith: I was going for steak.

Hood: Oh really? You mind picking me up one? I’ll pay you back…at some point.

Smith: No.

~Ehud makes it to his feet. Langston sits up. Ehud heads over, grabbing Langston by the hair and pulling the Savage Champion to a standing position so he can throw more punches. Langston is up, wobbly. Ehud peppers him with lightning quick right and left jabs, knocking Langston’s face hither and yon!! Langston’s knees begin to buckle. The fans go crazy~

Smith: He’s giving the Savage Champion what for! Ehud is on the cusp of title history immortality!

Hood: The hell does that even mean?

Smith: I don’t know…I’m just excited!

Hood: If Ehud wins this match then we may as well retire that fucking belt.

~Langston leans into Ehud. Ehud’s eyes narrow. He scowls. He says “I ain’t into that funny stuff, boy.” He pushes Langston back…pulls his right arm behind his ear and lunges forward with a huge punch right into Langston’s nose!!! Langston falls into the ropes…they push him forward, right into an uppercut from the former sheriff!!! Langston’s legs give out! He collapses to the mat!! Ehud marches over…he slowly gets to his knees before making the cover! The fans count along with Scruff~

1!

2!

3!

NOOOO

Smith: Langston survived!! He got the shoulder up!

Hood: How in the hell did he do that? Ehud smacked him around until the fucker was unconscious.

Smith: Instinct? A fighting spirit the likes of which we’ve never seen?

Hood: This is fucking crazy

~Ehud looks down at Langston. He’s got that look in his eye. The same look he had every time he encountered GRIMACE. Ehud is taken back by Langston’s nature. The man is a beast. Ehud looks at his right hand~

Smith: The former Sheriff of Moab is having a crisis at the moment. He’s beginning to realize that, perhaps he’s in over his head.

Hood: Max Kael pretty much killed Langston. Yet, here we are…watching Ehud fail at putting a nearly dead man away.

Smith: Well he’s close…he could still win it.

Hood: He’s about to blow a three dragon lead, Smith!

~Ehud rises, slowly. He finally reaches his feet. Again, he waits on Langston. Ehud is poised, ready to strike. He’s got a death blow building up in his right fist. Langston reaches his feet…he continues to appear punch drunk. He turns around and eats some more jabs from Ehud. He’s unable to fight back. He leans against the ropes, about to tumble through. Ehud is really into the moment. He’s throwing jabs and combinations. He rears back and delivers a right fist into Ehud’s gut…but it smacks into the face plate of the Savage Title!!! Ehud reaches for his hand, letting out a painful yell. He turns, holding his hand in pain, doubling over. Langston remains leaning in the ropes~

Smith: Ehud was in the zone! He was throwing lefts and rights…combinations…you name it and, well, he forgot about that Savage Title covering Langston’s midsection!

Hood: Alzheimer’s is a hell of a thing

Smith: Hey! That’s how rumors get started!

Hood: I’m just saying…the guy forgot about that big, awesome looking belt wrapped around Langston’s waist. THE VERY BELT HE’S FIGHTING FOR. Alzheimer’s confirmed.

~Ehud inspects his hand. We get a good look. It’s gut, busted – it may even be broken. Langston shakes his head, blood flies in both directions. He stands upright, noticing the lack of punishment he’s received over the past several moments. Focus returns to his eyes…he spots Ehud doubled over, facing away~

Smith: Uh oh

Hood: Here comes the pain!

Smith: Langston, for the first time this entire match has suddenly re-emerged as the favorite.

Hood: Well, I mean…like what can Ehud do without his right hand. THAT’S HIS ENTIRE OFFENSE

~Langston reaches out, grabbing at Ehud’s back. Ehud turns around. He throws a left hand into Langston’s jaw! It rattles the big man…but the damage is far less than what his right hand can deliver. Ehud keeps his right hand out of reach…his left-hand remains balled up, ready for action. Langston shakes off the punch. Ehud throws another…Langston blocks the punch and leans in with a HUGE headbutt!! A cloud of blood mist fills the air at the point of impact!! Ehud falls directly to the mat. Langston leans into a corner, continuing to recover~

Smith: He’s still in a bad way, but he’s at least getting some offense in.

Hood: Fuckin Ehud

Smith: It’s going to be a long bike ride back to Moab if he doesn’t win tonight.

Hood: Win or lose that’s still a long fucking ride.

~Langston wipes blood from his eyes. He tries to stand upright but falls back into the corner. His body has been damaged immensely. Ehud remains down…there’s blood on his head but we’re pretty sure it belongs to Langston. Ehud’s eyes begin to flutter. The former Sheriff is coming back to life! He tries to sit up…the fans chant “EHUD!”~

Smith: Can Ehud sit up?

Hood: These fans are hoping they get to see that very miracle!

Smith: Small victories, I suppose

~Ehud struggles. His upper lip curls. His eyes narrow. His forehead strains…he’s inching off the mat…he…he…HE SITS UP!!! The crowd goes wild!! “EHUD! EHUD! EHUD!”~

Smith: He did it!! Ehud sat up!

Hood: He’s going to be the most popular man at the retirement home this week. Guy’s gonna swap spit with so many shriveled babes. Here’s hoping they all at least wax their upper lip before going after Ehud’s tongue!

Smith: That is disgusting and offensive

Hood: To who? Old people? They don’t fucking care, man.

~Ehud gets to his feet!! The fans are going wild after having witnessed what many consider to be the MOAB MIRACLE. Ehud turns and looks at Langston. Vincent throws his head back…he’s in no shape to fight a legitimate contender…not after Max’s attack. He heads forward, though, moving toward conflict. This is in his nature. Ehud is FIRED up. That sit up has got the man thinking he can do anything~

Smith: C’mon, Ehud! You’ve got this!! Langston is teetering on the edge of defeat!

Hood: I think it’s clear Langston isn’t going to recover in this match…he’s going to have to hang in there and hope he gets lucky.

Smith: Well he’s had one stroke of luck with Ehud’s injured right hand.

~Ehud throws a left hand. It’s blocked! Langston dives in for a head butt. Ehud dodges the head butt and uses Langston’s forward momentum to take him over with a SMALL PACKAGE!!! The crowd leaps to their feet!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!

NOOOO

Smith: Langston kicked out! He somehow averted defeat once more!

Hood: How close is this old fucker going to get to winning one of the most prestigious belts in OCW history?

Smith: I don’t think he can GET any closer.

Hood: No shit, man.

~Ehud is sitting up…not on his own. The release of the pin provided the momentum to sit atop his ass. He reaches for the ropes, using them as leverage to stand. Langston is on the mat, sitting up as well. He looks around, stunned. The realization that he’s about to lose his title is setting in. He suddenly understands that he can’t beat Ehud…not in his condition, not straight up. He’s got to do something drastic if he wants to make it out of this match with his coveted title~

Smith: Langston’s got anxiety riddled awareness in his eyes.

Hood: Yep, like a man who’s had a few too many drinks realizing that he’s drunk. Langston knows he’s fucked right now. He knows that Ehud is going to clock him and end this match for good…the longer this goes, the worse it is for the champion.

Smith: Indeed

~Ehud’s back is to Langston…his left arm has the top rope gripped for leverage. Langston crawls forward. He reaches up and grabs Ehud’s right hand, squeezing as hard as he can!!! Ehud yells out in pain!!! The fans begin to boo!!! We see blood seeping through Langston’s fingers as he does his best to crush the right hand of Ehud~

Smith: What is he doing!?

Hood: What he must!

Smith: He’s going to decimate Ehud’s right hand!

~Langston rises, retaiing the vice grip which continues to destroy Ehud’s right hand. Ehud tries to push Langston’s arm away with his left hand, but can’t. He tries to kick it away with his legs, but can’t get enough height and/or momentum. He turns toward Langston who continues to squeeze and squeeze. Ehud throws a left punch into Langston’s chest. It has minimal effect. Ehud’s eyes dim. His knees weaken…the pain is overcoming Ehud’s sense. Langston feels a rush of energy…he kicks Ehud in the gut, pulls him in and drops him with SCARS OF WAR!!! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…AND STILL OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION…VINCENT “THE LEGEND” LANGSTON!!!!!

Smith: No! Dang it!

Hood: Whew…crisis averted.

Smith: He had to resort to crippling Ehud’s hand to win this one.

Hood: Yea, only after Max Kael nearly killed him.

Smith: I hope Ehud’s hand is okay.

Hood: Who fucking cares…go back to Moab ya weirdo!

Smith: That is SO rude. Say what you will about how things went down by Ehud was a fraction of a second away from becoming the Savage Champion.

~Langston rises. Ehud is curled up, holding his hand. Langston FINALLY removes the Savage Champion and he holds it up high before falling to both knees with exhaustion. OCW medics rush to the ring to tend to both men~

Smith: These Savage matches really take their toll. Langston’s probably experienced more violence in 8 months than most wrestlers experience over the span of years.

Hood: Yea, he may want to just drop that fucking title in the name of self preservation.

Smith: His sights are still set on becoming OCW Champion one day. He’s been close on two occasions…no doubt he’ll get another shot. In the meantime, I believe a date with Max Kael looms.

Hood: Oh, no doubt.

~We fade in to see Silver Cyanide, dressed quite smartly in a white sweater, his salt and peppered blond hair slicked back on his head. He sits in front of a nondescript dark background with two plastic potted plants on either side of him. As the camera slowly zooms in on him, the words “recorded earlier” appear in the bottom corner of the screen. From off camera, we hear Jones speak.~

Jones: Silver Cyanide, thanks for joining me today.

Cyanide: Of course.

~The camera cuts to Jones, seated across from Cyanide with his interview notes in his hand.~

Jones: Cyanide, we’re all very familiar with the events that put you in the hospital two months ago. Can you tell us what kept you going while you were in Intensive Care?

~We cut back to Cyanide, who sits silently for a moment, scanning the room around him in thought. He raises a hand to his greying facial hair and gives it a gentle scratch, then takes a deep breath before responding.~

Cyanide: Jones…I had one mission. Not only did I fail that mission, I failed miserably. I still have work to be done. More work than ever.

Jones: Is that work the act of taking out King Mario?

~Cyanide sits silently, staring at Jones.~

Cyanide: Among other things.

~Jones clears his throat awkwardly and looks down at his papers.~

Jones: Ahem. Anywho…Speaking of your injuries. Paul Paras was an outspoken defender of you after your injury at the hands of the eMpire. Why on earth would you attack him last week on Massacre?

~There is silence again as Cyanide stares across the open space at Jones. His jaw flexes slightly as he grinds his teeth. He slowly reaches to his side and produces a juice box from a nearby coffee table and takes a slow, threatening sip from the straw before returning it.~

Cyanide: I haven’t paid attention to OCW hardly at all since I’ve been gone. I had an intense recovery. I don’t know what Paul has said about me, negative or positive. You say he’s been defending me?

~Jones nods.~

Cyanide: That’s nice of him. It’s good to be defended. I could have used some defending when Max Kael was cutting off my air supply with the blade of a hockey stick. Do you know how long it takes to lose consciousness from being choked, Jones? I was conscious for over a minute, being choked out by Kael. I’d like to know where Paul’s defense was that whole time. He was probably sitting in his locker room watching the action unfold on TV, slowly polishing his belt.

~Cyanide points to his head.~

Cyanide: The doctors said if I had been without oxygen for just a few seconds longer, I would have permanent brain damage. Jones, my brain has never been a top-of-the-line model to begin with. Do you know what I would be like if I started to brain even less goodly than I do now?

~Cyanide lets the question linger in the air before lowering his finger from his head and taking another intense sip of his juice box (Juicy Juice Apple, specifically). Jones tugs at his collar and looks back down at his notes.~

Jones: Did your relationship with Paul Paras begin to fracture when he won Ultimate Survival and then later became OCW Champion? Could this be a case of jealousy over his accomplishments?

Cyanide: Jealousy? Over Paul’s accomplishments? Jones, you’ve known me a long time. I dare say you know me better than you know Paul. Paul has two OCW Championships. That’s great. So do I. My best years are behind me, Jones. Mario invited me back for “one last hurrah”. I didn’t come in to win titles. I didn’t give a good got-darn about winning Ultimate Survival. I wanted to come, have my last hurrah, and go on my way. Then I saw how Mario was just using me. I saw Mario begin to morph and change. I tried warning Paul. I told him Mario wasn’t to be trusted anymore. And you know what Paul did? Nothing.

~Cyanide leans back in his seat and lets out a deep sigh.~

Cyanide: My relationship with Paul began to fracture when I warned him he was in Mario’s sights and he ignored me. And you see what happened as a result? I go to the hospital thanks to Mario recruiting Max Kael in order to defeat me. Paul gets his head bashed in with his own belt by Mario himself later that night. You say Paul has been defending me since then. Good for Paul. Paul had better find someone to defend him from now on.

~The screen slowly fades to black as Cyanide closes his lips around the straw of his juice box one final time.~