OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, January 14th 2019
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~Another Monday night is upon us. We’re still fresh into the new year, yet all the festivities and pomp of 2018 seem so far away. Thus is live, the march plows ahead. We open the fridge in our kitchen and stare down the various cans of beer that managed to survive the holidays. They still fail to seem appetizing. That wicked New Year’s hangover lingers. So, we grab a bottle of water and head into our living room. STARZ is finishing up some mildly interesting flick before transitioning into it’s most popular show of 2018 – Monday Night Massacre! The OCW logo flashes before transitioning into an image for Massacre. We’re reminded that Throwback is only TWO WEEKS away. Holy smokes! That doesn’t leave much time to get shit situated. The screen cuts to a sold out OCW Arena full of screaming OCW fans! It quickly jolts over to Smith and Hood who give us a proper introduction~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre!! I’m your host, Smith and alongside me, as always is Hood!
Hood: We’re still doing this, huh? We’re really going to keep trucking along into 2019?
Smith: It appears so, Hood.
Hood: This fuckin place just won’t die
Smith: Indeed! Last week was a tremendous introduction into 2019 as we saw several hot angles and impressive debuts. Tonight, the march toward Throwback continues!
Hood: Marching toward an event themed in the past. Classic OCW, Baby
Smith: We also have several intriguing match ups. Kitty Petrova and Veronica Taylor, who both impressed last week in their debuts, will square off later this evening!
Hood: Man, throwing them into the thick of things quickly. Welsh would have lined up a few more jobbers before testing them like this.
Smith: Perhaps...but this is a new era! We will also see a rematch from Serial Thrillers as OCW Craze Champion OGDA will face the man he defeated to claim that title in a Non-Title contest.
Hood: The guy’s name is Mike Harrison
Smith: I know! I just got carried away
Hood: Harrison has sucked lately. You think this is his last chance?
Smith: It might be…Harrison doesn’t have to win, but he really needs a strong showing if he wants to continue to be relied upon as a top tier star within this company.
Hood: I thought Harrison would challenge Meyhu for the OCW Title at one point. Don’t make me a liar, Mike!
Smith: And, in our main event we will watch Ed Houston challenge Vincent Langston for the OCW Savage Championship. Last year Ed won the OCW Craze Championship and the OCW LightWeight Championship. If he were to win tonight that’d be three title wins in less than a year!
Hood: Langston needs to win tonight because we all know that fool is jobbing out at Throwback
Smith: I wouldn’t be so sure, about that, Hood. Vincent Langston owes Aidan Collins some serious payback. Tonight, though, he needs to remain focused on Ed Houston who is a contender to break through and become a challenger for the OCW Title in 2019
Hood: Ed’s getting better, I’ll admit that. Is he OCW Championship level, yet? I guess we’ll find out
Smith: We’ll also see the debuts of Dazi Miyashita and Chelsea LeClair…the return of Roach and the team of Grenier and Chad Vargas compete here tonight! It is set up to be a great night of action!
Hood: No shit, sounds like it…so quit your yapping and let’s get to the good stuff!
Smith: Say no more! Let's head down to ringside for the debut of Chelsea LeClair!
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Singles Match
Chelsea LeClair (0-0) vs. Shootah (0-3)
~The crowd is frenzied. They are hungry for some in-ring action! Shootah is in the ring which triggers a shark-like response. Blood is in the water…they know feeding time is on the horizon. A beat down, a showcase is about to take place. Belvedere clears his regal throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring…Shootah!
~Shootah jumps with fright at the sound of his name. It’s almost as though he had forgotten he was about to compete inside an OCW ring~
Smith: Shootah making his 2019 debut…appears to be more of the same
Hood: Good ole Shootah
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~"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: Miss LeClair making her OCW debut tonight
Hood: OCW is turning into ladies night every Monday night…this influx of female talent is crazy!
Smith: It’s so nice to see that Zybala has already had an impact on the hiring practices of this company
~Belvedere exits the ring. The bell sounds~
Smith: Should be a showcase for LeClair, if we’re being honest
Hood: Yea if she can’t win this match decisively then she should probably go back to working the counter at Forever 21
Smith: Sexist
~LeClair goes right after Shootah. He jumps through the ropes with his upper body, looking for protection. Scruff gets in between the two competitors warning LeClair that he’s in the ropes and therefore cloaked with archaic wrestling rule related protection. Chelsea rolls her eyes and takes a step back~
Smith: Prolonging the inevitable
Hood: I’m surprised this guy’s still alive, honestly
Smith: I wouldn’t go that far…but I will admit that I’m surprised he hasn’t sustained any serious injuries
~Chelsea motions for Shootah to step back into the ring. Shootah sees this coquettish female in the ring and, for a moment, senses safety. He slips his upper torso back into the ring and slowly approaches LeClair~
Smith: Don’t do it, Shootah!
Hood: Ah, Shootah…forever a dumbass
~Shootah gets within striking distance and is instantly dropped with a Jumping Cutter!!! He’s down, face down on the mat. He isn’t moving. The crowd gives a decent sized pop for the quickness and efficient manner in which the move was executed. LeClair is already back on her feet looking like a star~
Smith: Chelsea LeClair is her own biggest fan. She’s got star power and she knows it
Hood: I smell ratings!
Smith: She’d be the first to tell you that her segment is the most watched segment of the entire show
~Shootah’s body trembles as he makes a few feeble attempts at regaining his footing. LeClair helps him out. He looks at her and says “Thank ya, Mi…” but before he can finish his sentence, he’s spun around and dropped with a double knee backbreaker!!! His body flies a few feet in the air before coming to rest on the mat. LeClair pops back to her feet and heads for the nearest corner~
Smith: And this appears to be the end of the line for Shootah
Hood: Man I wouldn’t trust this chick AT ALL
Smith: She’s fooled Shootah twice. But she’s merely doing what she must to be victorious
~LeClair reaches the top buckle and looks down at Shootah’s prone body. She leaps off and executes a perfect corkscrew moonsault, landing directly on top of Shootah!!! She makes a cover and hooks the leg. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….CHELSEA LECLAIR!!!!!
Smith: Impressive win for LeClair!
Hood: She did what she was supposed to do…we’ll see how she fares against tougher competition
Smith: Indeed but, for tonight…LeClair looks like a star!
~We cut backstage into the brand new office for the head of HR, Cap Slock. Captain Slock is anxiously awaiting the arrival of someone…or someoneS. We aren’t entirely sure. The man is penciling in some numbers in what appears to be an epic game of SUDOKU. There is a knock at the door~
Cap Slock: COME IN
~The door opens and the OCW Arena goes wild when they see Alice Knight! Alice steps in, extending her hand~
Cap Slock: HELLO ALICE IT IS NICE TO SEE YOU THIS EVENING. HOW IS YOUR HEAD?
~Alice isn’t wearing her protective head gear. Is her head better? Or did she forget to put it on? OR did she sell it on EBAY? Probably EBAY. Alice whispers something under her breath while she counts her money. Not loud enough for Cap Slock to hear.~
Cap Slock: WHAT WAS THAT, ALICE!?!?!?!
Alice: I'm FINE!! It's funny how much money you can get if you just put a signature on it. Helmets, pictures, underwear. My friend set me up on this Inter-web-site called, Ebby. It's crazy what people will buy... hell, when you're finished with that game of Sudoku, I'll sign it for you. Make an easy 20 bucks online...
~Alice winks at Cap Slock.~
Cap Slock: DEAR GOD INVOLUNTARY BLINKING. A SURE SIGN OF BRAIN TRAUMA.
~Cap Slock drops his game of Sudoku. He places his pencil behind his ear. It slips backwards, landing on the ground. He steps on it as he obtains a folder. Inside the folder we see several documents detailing Alice's feud with Roach~
Cap Slock: I DON'T THINK I HAVE TO TELL YOU MISS KNIGHT THAT ROACH HAS BEEN A NEMESIS OF YOURS FOR YEARS. BLACK OUT 2 YOU GUYS FOUGHT A BRUTAL STREET FIGHT. ROACH THEN LAID YOU OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF NEBRASKA WHICH GAVE YOU YOUR SECOND CONCUSSION. YOU RETURNED THE FAVOR BY BEATING HIM AGAIN AT MASSACRE. HOWEVER, AT DEATH MARCH ROACH, AGAIN, TRIED TO INJURE YOU. IT'S TOO MUCH, ALICE. TOO MUCH! AS HEAD OF HR I THINK IT'S TIME WE PUT A STOP TO THESE SHENANIGANS.
~Cap Slock slams the folder down on a desk. In a weird example of perfect timing, he winds up swatting a fly. He looks at Alice, wondering where the fly came from. Alice smiles and looks around as if also wondering where the fly came from~
Alice Knight: You should probably hire an exterminator. I'll hook you up. She's great at killing all those unwanted insects and protects the ones you want to keep and...
~As if on cue, the door to Cap Slock’s office flies open (NO PUN INTENDED). ROACH steps into the office with his mask covering what is likely a scowl. He looks down at Alice. Alice turns around and spots her tormentor. She backs away, against the wall. Cap Slock steps in between the two rivals~
Cap Slock: NOW NOW THERE WILL BE NONE OF THAT! I INVITED YOU BOTH HERE TO SQUASH YOUR BEEF LIKE THAT FLY ON MY DESK.
~Roach tilts his head. Alice mourns the fly’s passing~
Cap Slock: THERE…THERE WAS A FLY ON MY DESK A FEW MOMENTS AGO. I ACCIDENTALLY SQUASHED HIM WITH A MANILLA FOLDER DETAILING YOUR FEUD WITH ALICE. BUT THAT’S OF NO CONSEQUENCE NOW! ROACH, I KNOW YOU HATE ALICE.
~Roach nods~
Cap Slock: AND ALICE, I KNOW YOU THINK ROACH SMELLS BAD AND IS LIKELY HOSTING SOME OBSCURE DISEASES.
~Alice nods~
Cap Slock: I’M ALL FOR A GOOD OLD FASHIONED FEUD BUT I THINK THIS ONE HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH. THE MEDICAL BILLS FOR YOUR HEAD ALONE, ALICE WOULD ALLOW OCW TO SIGN MOST PROMOTION’S ENTIRE ROSTER OF TALENT. AND ROACH, WELL, I THINK YOU NEED TO MOVE ON, BUDDY. YOUR LUST FOR REVENGE AGAINST OCW’S MOST POPULAR WRESTLER IS HOLDING YOU BACK.
~Alice seems to be growing more at ease with the situation. Roach’s body begins to unwind itself. His fists slowly flatten out into hands~
Cap Slock: SO HERE’S WHAT WE’RE GOING TO DO. NEITHER ONE OF YOU HAVE A MATCH AT THROWBACK. THAT’S ABOUT TO CHANGE. ROACH AND ALICE, I AM ORDERING THAT YOU TWO TEAM UP AT THROWBACK!
~We hear the crowd go “OOOHHHH!” Roach’s hands ball back up into fists. Alice notices this and backs up against the wall once again~
Cap Slock: HEY! HEY! NONE OF THAT! YOU TWO WILL TEAM UP AT THROWBACK TO FACE THE TEAM OF PERZAG AND A PARTNER OF HIS CHOOSING. AND ROACH, IF YOU HARM ALICE IN ANY WAY YOU WILL BE SUSPENDED FOR SIXTY DAYS. ALICE, IF YOU FAIL TO COMPLY WITH THIS PARTNERSHIP THEN YOU WILL ALSO BE SUSPENDED FOR SIXTY DAYS.
~The crowd cheers Roach’s potential suspension. They boo Alice’s~
Cap Slock: SO, WHAT DO YOU SAY? IS IT GOING TO BE MY WAY OR THE FREEWAY
Alice Knight: Highway
Cap Slock: WHATEVER
~Alice steps up to Roach. She removes a can of RAID from her back pocket which she was carrying around for – some reason~
Alice Knight: No problem here. And Roach, if you get in my way just know that I’m not afraid to use this.
~Alice holds up her can of RAID. Roach looks down at her and snarls~
Roach: I’ve got a match to prepare for.
~Roach turns to leave~
Cap Slock: IS THAT A YES?
~Roach pauses and nods before exiting~
Cap Slock: I THINK THAT WAS A YES. HOPEFULLY THAT’S THE END OF THIS NONSENSE.
~Alice spurts some of her RAID out. It shoots across the room, hitting one of the walls. Cap Slock looks at her like “WHAT THE HELL?”~
Alice Knight: Just making sure it wasn’t empty. It felt empty.
~We cut back to ringside~
Smith: Roach and Alice teaming up? What kind of madness is this!
Hood: Zybala's madness! But, hey, I kinda like it. Gives Roach the chance to finish her off once and for all!
Smith: You heard Cap Slock. If Roach harms her, in any way, he's suspended for sixty days
Hood: Two months is well worth a lifetime without that dreadful woman
Smith: Two months could cripple Roach's career. He's as host as he's ever been...a main event push is likely in his immediate future. He'd be wise to stay the course
Hood: Roach, stay focused? C'mon, man
Smith: He's shown more focus in the last month than the rest of his career combined. It's a new Roach! Anyway, it's time we move forward to our second match of the evening. Dazi Miyashita, another huge signing for the company, is set to debut and that match is next!
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Singles Match
Dazi Miyashita (0-0) vs. Jack Puffer (0-2)
~The OCW fans are eager for some action. It’s early in the evening and they’ve yet to receive an appetizer. Hell, the obligatory basket of bread with arbitrary butter hasn’t even arrived! At least they’ve got their water. Thank goodness for that. Belvedere, in the middle of the ring, clears his throat! The crowd goes wild! It’s time for some in-ring sustenance~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, from Aurora, Illinois…Jack Puffer!!
~Puffer, in the ring, gives a subtle nod toward the camera. He appears ready to go~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~"Of Angles" by The Cruxsahdows hits the pa. You see her manager, Carlton coming out in face paint and an all-black suit on. He has a Singapore cane in hand, pointing it at the entrance as Dazi come out. She stares at the crowd, turning to see all the faces and then turns to Carlton. He gives a nod and the pair march down to the ring. There are no theatrics when Carlos gets in the ring. Dazi, however, stares out at the crowd before doing her signature splits, ducking under the rope and then turning to the ramp. She glares at her opponent on her knees with that wicked grin on her face, Carlton behind her with the Singapore cane in his hands~
Belvedere: From New York City, standing 5’4 and weighing in at 121lbs…being accompanied to the ring by Carlton Walsh….Dazi Miyashita!!!
Smith: We’re getting our first look at Dazi Miyashita
Hood: And that guy with the painted face…he’s got a stick
Smith: Groundbreaking commentary as always, Hood
~Belvedere exits. Calrton makes his exit, retaining possession of his Singapore cane. He stands outside the ring, in Dazi’s corner. The bell sounds~
Smith: Dazi is another in a long line of talented signings to grace OCW here in 2019. I’m told management is very high on Miyashita
Hood: Sweet…about time we got some legit female talent in here. Help rinse the taste of Alice Knight out of our mouths
Smith: Oh Alice, she’s the best
~Dazi and Puffer lock up in the center of the ring. Dazi quickly transitions into an arm lock, pressing Puffer’s arm up against his back. Jack winces. Dazi transitions once again, seamlessly into a side head lock. Again, Puffer shows discomfort. He tries to bully Dazi into the ropes. Dazi kicks her legs up onto the ropes…she kicks up and performs a beautiful transition from what is looking like a springboard bulldog into a tornado DDT!!! Puffer’s head slams into the mat! The crowd gives a strong ovation as Dazi returns to her feet and heads for her corner. He asks for the Singapore cane. Walsh shakes his head ‘no’~
Smith: Wow, Dazi is extremely graceful
Hood: What the fuck, dude…give her the stick!
Smith: It’s a Singapore cane and I think he’s proving a point. He wants Dazi to showcase her technical, in ring skills.
Hood: Lame
~A little frustrated, Dazi relents and turns back toward the center of the ring. Puffer is on his feet, holding his head. Miyashita springs forward and cuts right through Puffer with a spear!!! The Good Detective hits the mat, hard! The back of his head bounces off the mat. He tries to get up. He manages to get to both knees. Dazi, back on her feet, congratulates Puffer on his toughness by delivering a Shining Wizard!! Puffer goes limp, falling to his side. Dazi pops back to her feet. She’s on a roll~
Smith: See? She doesn’t need those hardcore weapons. She’s a tremendous in-ring worker!
Hood: To be fair…she’s wrestling Puffer
Smith: Yes but you can clearly see the athleticism, the grace, the psychology
Hood: You see all of that? Are you wearing those shades from They Live or something? Because all I see is a hot chick beating the shit out of a shitty detective
~Dazi remains focused. She pulls Puffer up. It isn’t easy…he’s mostly dead weight. He gets Puffer to his feet and swiftly drops him back to the mat with a Double Underhook DDT. Puffer is face down on the mat…the guy could be in a coma, for all we know~
Smith: Dazi could score the pin here…but I think she’s got one more move to show off
Hood: What’s it called, the death blow? Because if she this Puffer with one more move that might be the result
Smith: Let’s hope not. We’re all hoping 2019 is a death free year in OCW
~Miyashita smacks Puffer in the back of the head. She grabs his hair and yanks him off the mat, to his knees. She slaps him around, trying to wake him up. It’s working. Puffer’s eyes blink. He manages to stand. He’s wobbly. The guy could fall at any second. Dazi measures Puffer up and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick that echoes all the way up into the rafters of the OCW Arena!! Puffer goes stiff, falling flat on his back. Dazi makes the comfortable pin as Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell sounds~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….DAZI MIYASHITA!!!!!
Smith: Domination by Dazi Miyashita
Hood: Yea, yea…I know it’s Puffer but I’ll agree, that was fucking impressive
Smith: Dazi Miyashita, Kitty Petrova, Veronica Taylor…this could be the year of the female wrestler in OCW
Hood: It’s certainly starting off that way. All three of those women are fucking talented…yea, I said it
Smith: And later tonight we’ll get to see Petrova and Taylor face off. That’s a match that might be fore Newcomer of the Month
Hood: Sounds like I need to get some popcorn
Smith: As for Dazi…I’m sure we’ll see her compete again next week. I look forward to watching her career evolve here in OCW!
~We cut backstage where Mack O’Connor is spotted in the break room, pouring some steaming hot coffee into an officially licensed “Weak Ass Booking” mug. He stops shorter than most, leaving a good amount of cup space. He looks peripherally around the room – nobody is in sight. He removes his flask and starts to pour some whiskey into his mug. The door opens and in walks two OCW officials and the head of HR, Cap Slock. Mack starts to hide his flask…but pauses, wondering why he would go through the effort. The fuck are they gonna do? So, he continues pouring whiskey into his mug. The OCW officials grab some bagels and talk while doing so~
OCW Official: Yea, yea, it was a great night
OCW Official: So happy for the kid
~They pause, noticing Mack. They lower their voices. The drop in volume increases Mack’s curiosity. He tries listening in, but can’t…they are talking too softly. Cap Slock suddenly joins the conversation~
Cap Slock: YEA THAT ED HOUSTON IS SOMETHING. HE DESERVED ALL THOSE AWARDS, AND MORE! I HOPE HE CAN PULL OFF THE WIN HERE TONIGHT AGAINST VINCENT LANGSTON. 2019 COULD BE THE YEAR OF THE ROCKET MAN!
~Mack grumbles under his breath. He slams the entire cup of coffee – it likely burns on the way down, but he doesn’t flinch. He slams his mug into the table, which shakes the OCW officials. Cap Slock doesn’t notice. Mack bypasses the coffee this time and refills his mug to the brim with whiskey. He continues grumbling under his breath, Paradigm Title around his waist, and exits the break room, taking generous sips of his ‘coffee’. The OCW Officials release a sigh of relief upon his exit~
OCW Official: Whew
OCW Official 2: What’s his problem?
Cap Slock: PROBABLY UPSET OVER THE LACK IN QUALITY OF OUR COFFEE. DID WE BUY FOLGERS AGAIN?
~Nobody knows, so we cut back to the announce table~
Smith: Something’s got Mack upset
Hood: And he’s on the verge of getting liquored up
Smith: A dangerous combination, for sure.
A look back to Death March......
“31 other guys didn’t win tonight….”
“Yeah, and no one else had their entire team eliminated without eliminating a single fudging person on the other team! Not one team, not one Team Leader, who was hand picked by either Zybala or Welsh has to deal with that!”
“You came close a couple of times……”
“Close only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes! We eliminated no one! NO ONE!” OGDA says in disgust as he slams everything he had in his hands, as he started to empty his gym bag, in a pile on his gym bag.
“Come on down Bester. It’s not the end of the world…” Joe says, but then OGDA snaps, he stands up and as he stands up, takes a hold of Joe Jones by his throat and lifts him to his feet, slamming him up against the lockers and pins him up against them, Joe holding onto Bester’s arms, his feet dangling a couple of inches off of the floor!
“NO BIG DEAL? NO BIG DEAL JOEY? DOES IT LOOK LIKE THIS WAS NO BIG DEAL? I WAS EMBARRASSED OUT THERE!” OGDA shouts into Joe’s face. He even pulls him off of the locker and slams him back into it a couple of times.
“I WAS HUMILIATED OUT THERE! I WAS TREATED LIKE GARBAGE! THE TEAM I CONSTRUCTED! THE TEAMMATES YOU TOLD ME TO GO GET, FAILED!!!”
~Joe’s face is slowly turning a light shade of red.~
“You told me, Bester! We need to get these guys! We need to get these guys because their winners! Up and comers in the OCW! With these guys on your team, we won’t be stopped!”
~OGDA is now up in Joe’s face~
“WE DIDN’T BEAT A SINGLE PERSON!!! NOT ONE!!!!!!”
~Joe’s face is now purple. OGDA slams him into the locker one more time and finally drops him. Joe drops to the floor, catching himself on the bench and takes a huge breath in and starts to cough and spit and suck in more air. OGDA bends over, picks up a pair of sweats and slides them on over his boots and trunks. Someone’s music has just begun to play, that someone is Paul Paras~
“You paired me with the laughing stock of the OCW. I’M THE LAUGHING STOCK OF OCW NOW! The three of them couldn't beat three armless, legless, blind Vietnam Vets in three wheeled wheelchairs, with the locking brakes on! Do you know how that makes me feel? DO YOU?”
~OGDA reaches down, slings his bag over his shoulder, gathers the last couple of items from the top shelve of his locker~
“No! Of course not! You don’t have a clue. You’re just worried about Mister Nanook and Mister Captain and Mister Sinclair. You don’t care about me, you never had and never will! If you did, I would have had better teammates! Team mates that aren’t worried about making movie films. Teammates that don’t get fired! Teammates, who, oh I don’t know, only talks about beating up Mister O’Conner, but can’t actually do that!”
~OGDA steps over the wooden bench that is bolted down into the cement floor, steps on his OCW craze title and starts to make his way towards the door. Joe is on his knees, finally able to catch his breath~
“I’m going home Mister Jones. Maybe I’ll see you next year.” OGDA says as he exits the locker room. Joe watches him leave, he is now pissed. If his stare could throw daggers, a thousand of them would nail Bester in the back. Next to him on the floor is OGDA’s mask. Joe snatches it up off of the floor. He holds it and looks at for a second before balling it up in his fist.
~Another big pop from the crowd followed by an announcement on who won Death March…~
~Joe gathers himself and is on his feet. He steps over the bench and bends over and picks up the Craze title belt. He looks at it, OGDA’s big foot print on the back of the face of it~
“Oh, I’ll find a team for ya Best. A team to kick your ass at Throwback.” Says Joe.
~Fade out~
~Night Clubs Dear Enemy plays as Double J Joe Jones steps out from the back with the OCW Craze title on his shoulder~
Smith: Many have been wondering all week just who has Joe Jones has lined up to face OGDA, who apparently has ditched the mask.
Hood: America has spoken, put the mask back on. I didn’t think I would ever say that.
Smith: It is very confusing times for OGDA to say thee least. Last week Joe said he would announce who is getting a shot at that belt, the Craze championship at Throwback. I wonder who it will be?
Hood: Well if you shut it for a second, we’ll find out.
~Joe steps into the ring wearing flip flops, board shorts and his white fur coat. The Craze title on his shoulder under the coat. It’s a mixed reaction, as the Rainbow Warriors are happy to see Joe, mainly because they think their hero, OGDA is on his way out, and everyone older than 12 years old, well they are booing him for what he is doing to poor old OGDA. What did he ever do anyone? Such a meanie he is~
Joe Jones: Key West! How is hanging?
~Cheers, booes, it’s a mixed bag~
Joe Jones: Yeah, yeah, I heard ya! Listen, don’t be hating on me because someone I picked up off of the scrap heap, someone I thought could be a big time player in this industry, someone, with my guidance went from being unemployed in Mexico, to your current, reigning, defending! OCW Craze champion! And I get it! Unlike most of you who don’t know, don’t understand, mostly because you choose too, I know OGDA better than anyone in this company. He is a emotional guy! He wears his emotions on his sleeves and look.
~Joe lowers the Craze title off of his shoulder and drapes it over the top rope towards the camera, so everyone at home can see the title in all of its glory~
Joe Jones: OGDA, Bester, whatever you want to call him. He took the loss at Death March hard! He got himself all pumped up for that match against Team 2015. He thought he would just step in this ring and wreck those guys! Smith, Hood, they call him the one man wrecking crew.
Hood: No I haven’t!
Joe Jones: He took that to heart. Winning that belt, meant the world to him. Winning that belt means more to him than, than, however our current OCW Champion Matt Mehyu felt about getting into the OCW hall of fame. Bester has worked 3 hard long years for that belt. He plowed through all the naysayers, ignored every guy in the locker room who laughed at him, who shock their heads because he’s a little different. He went from being misunderstood in the UWL, to having Darc Pro Wrestling shutting down on him just as he was about to make his debut there, to working high school gyms up and down the west coast, to having Darc Pro Wrestling reopening, to only have Nanook muck up his return there, to somehow, getting this close to the Darc Pro Tag Team Championship belts!
~Joe holds up his index and thumb with a paper thin space between them~
Joe Jones: To only have Darc Pro Wrestling close their doors on him and he was out of a job once again! He then turns up in Mexico 7 months later, only to find himself standing on the outside looking in because, once again, Nanook is a moron and had him hold out for more money! So what does Bester do? While Nanook kept promising him this big check, Bester started working those high school gyms in Mexico and this time, he stopped listening to Nanook, he found that stupid mask somewhere and he created OGDA! He made him the unofficial hero of Mexico! That is when Whirlwind Wrestling wanted to sign him! He made himself into a huge draw there!
~Joe pauses and he can’t help but laugh~
Joe Jones: I don’t know what happened myself, because I was there! I was the longest reigning Whirlwind Wrestling champion. The best damn champion they had! I helped OGDA get signed when Nanook, once again, tring to work the company for more money, I helped Bester go behind Nanook back and get signed so he could get back on TV, and overnight, once again, before his debut. The company locked the doors and vanished in middle of the night! OGDA never got to debut for Whirlwind Wrestling and that! That is a crying shame!
Joe Jones: I brought Bester here! To the OCW where he could be who he wanted to be. OGDA! Hero to each and every little kid here, in Key West, at home, all across the USA, but to the entire world! Bester feels he is doing the right thing by being here! He is standing up for weak, standing up for everyone who has ever been bullied and he’s going to bully the bullies! Now! Somewhere along the way. He felt that Marcus Welsh has become the bully and at Death March, it was his mission to personally make sure that Marcus Welsh was no longer going to be the GM of OCW.
~Joe puts his hand on the Craze title~
Joe Jones: It took 4 hall of famers to put him down. It took them multiple shots to put him down. He was that driven! He wanted it that bad! When he lost. He was more than crushed. It doesn’t do justice when I say he took that loss hard. His emotions got the best of him. I get it! I understand! Hell! I have been there!
~Joe turns towards the camera, looking right into it~
Joe Jones: But to say that it was all my fault. Bester. Buddy. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have been here, in OCW, at Death March, and with me, you would not have been in that match and you most definitely wouldn't be the OCW Craze champion! I left you alone to gather yourself, to bring everything into check. But to say that you never want to see me again, and that if you do see me, you’ll teach me a thing or two! Buddy! I’ve been doing this a long ass time! I have meet more than one fella who said those exact same words to me, and each and every single one them were left on the flat of their backs looking up at the lights and Best! You’ll be no different! That’s why some tough love is in order! That is why I’m going to teach you why you don’t bite the hand that feeds ya! That is why I have hand picked your opponent at Throwback for this! The OCW Craze Championship!
~Joe picks up the belt off of the top rope and flips it over his shoulder~
Joe Jones: I thought long and hard about this Best! And at Throwback! You’ll face…
Smith: I think someone has different ideas.
Hood: Damn it! Just when we were going to find out who is facing OGDA!
~Blue Stahi’s Ultranumb hits the speakers as Andrea Hernandez strolls on out from the back~
Smith: It was just a couple of weeks ago that we saw Andrea almost beat OGDA, or Bester as he wants to be called now for the Craze Championsip.
Hood: I say that would give her a claim to that belt.
Smith: What about former champ Mike Harrison, who is scheduled to face Bester here tonight. What if he wins here tonight?
Hood: Let's not make this any more complicated then it is right now.
~She doesn't waste much time and the crowd can already tell that she's going to have quite a bit to say as she's already carrying a microphone in her hand. She enters the ring, looking at Joe and it's hard to read whether she's happy about the announcement that is just going to be made or if she's in the foul mood she's been ever since October. But nonetheless, she's getting a great reaction from the crowd as she begins to speak~
Andrea: You know... it's ironic that I'm out here right now... in what better be being announced as dipshits opponent at Throwback considering everything I just listened to come out of his mouth the other day. I have seen some tantrums but my gosh... that tantrum he threw over Death March? What kind of respect is that toward his teammates? What kind of champion essentially goes out and buries their own team like that? The fact of the matter is OGDA... the idea of HIM being a team captain was a piss poor idea in the first place because at the end of the day, when we faced each other for that Craze Championship, Everyone in the back, you, everyone out there knows how close I was to beating your boy and proving that I should have been the captain of that team in the first place! Ask the audience how that match would have turned out had Mack O'Connor and the rest of his overrated fuckboys didn't interrupt that match! Then, he wants to come out and act like HE did everything? Like there wasn't some bullshit blindside attack before that match happened that put us all at a disadvantage to begin with? If I was that team captain, that wouldn't have happened. If we took MY approach to things instead of your puppies and rainbows nonsense it wouldn't have been so easy to take advantage of us. But you want to disrespect us like that? Disrespect ME?
I don't think so!
And that's the kind of disrespect I'm not going to stand for anymore!
At the end of the day, I know I would have beaten your boy and proven who the captain of that team should have been in the first place!
~Joe smirks~
Joe Jones: Andrea. Firstly, everyone knows that Bester is a cat person, not a dog person.
~Andrea shots Joe a look, if looks could kill~
Joe Jones: Secondly. I agree. If Mack and his boys didn't get involved in that match, you would be standing here today the OCW Craze Champion! That, that is a fact. One that is hard to say being his agent all. Lastly, what Bester said the other day, was out of line and I can see that look in your eye that you just want to get your hands on him. And...well.
~Joe shrugs~
Joe Jones: Who am I to get in your way! The heart wants what the heart wants and I can see that your hearts to dish out a cold hard swift kick to the junk and teach Bester a lesson. I'm not going to prevent that, that is why at Throwback, you! Andrea will get what you want! You will be get Bester in this ring for this Craze championship and sweetheart! You best not be all talk. You better bring it and teach that boy a thing or two. Got it? Bitch.
~Ultranumb plays as Andrea stares down Joe~
Smith: Well! There we have it folks! Bester and Andrea Hernandez at Throwback for the Craze championship!
Hood: I think Bester is going to learn to never piss off a member of the opposite sex.
~We cut back stage to the office of Mike Zybala. It has been cleaned and fixed up since Mack O'Connor's rampage last week. We see Zybala calling someone on his office phone. After a few dial tones, a voice answers..~
Voice: Hello?
Zybala: Greg! Mike Zybala. How are you? How's the vacation?
Greg: Oh, it's wonderful! Marcus took me to Koh Lanta in Thailand! It's so beautiful here!
Zybala: Glad to hear. Has he mentioned anything about my offer to come back as commissioner?
Greg: Honestly, Mikey, he won't say anything about it. Ever since Death March, anytime I mention wrestling, he shuts down. He is really butt hurt over the whole thing.
Zybala: Then maybe you should take a turn at being the bottom. Give his poor butt a rest.
~Greg chuckles at this~
Greg: Oh you. I wish that was the reason. It might cheer him up. But I got to let you go. We're going out to Olive Garden tonight.
Zybala: Nice choice. Five star dining at Two star prices. You have a nice night, and tell Marcus if he doesn't get back to me soon, I just might name you as the new commish.
~Zybala then hangs up the phone and looks at the camera~
Zybala: Sorry about that folks. Just trying to figure out this commissioner situation. It's tough. You know what else was tough? Finding people for the Mike Roth Memorial Tournament. Besides a very few people, everyone has pretty decent win/loses records. However I did say I would pick eight people, so here is who I came up with.
Obviously Shootah, Depth, and Puffer, because those three have never won a match. Then we have Roach, Hellraven, Tony The Spider, and Zolton, not because they are less than stellar, just not living up to their full potential. I think this tournament can bring it out of them. Taking the last spot is a person who is only in the tournament because he has more losses than any other performer on the roster, and also the unwitting cause of Mike Roth's untimely demise. I am of course talking about Bob Grenier.
There you go folks. The brackets will be posted later. Good luck to everyone involved and may the odds ever be in your favor.
~We cut back to ringside~
Smith: What an announcement! The Mike Roth Invitational participants have been announced! It's going to happen!
Hood: Ugh
Smith: And huge news to hear that Zolton will be apart of the competition! That man has a shot to do some big things in OCW
Hood: Let's just hope he wins it and not some goofball. Like, seriously? Puffer and Shootah are in a tournament that doesn't involve having your legs tied together in an elementary school's soccer field? What a joke
Smith: I disagree! I love that everyone on the roster is being given a chance! But now, we turn our focus back to tonight's action...Roach shocked everyone with a career defining performance at Death March. Tonight, we get our first look at 2019's version of the man that many believe is destined to break through the main event. Roach is up next!
Hood: Yes!
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Singles Match
Roach (5-5) vs. Xander Krane (0-0)
~Xander Krane is standing in the ring. It’s the first time we’ve seen him on OCW television. This is not a good sign for Mr. Krane. He looks prepared and ready to go. The crowd looks around, asking themselves “Who da fuck is this guy?” Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring…Xander Krane.
~Krane flexes. It gets a minimal response. He laughs and flexes some more. The guy might be insane~
Smith: Xander Krane making his debut here tonight
Hood: Let’s hope he can do more than flex and laugh
Smith: Indeed
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Lights go out then Michael Myers starts to play,lights begin to flicker on and off, lights stop flickering and it’s completely black. Lights flicker back on and Roach is standing behind his opponent with his long brown trench coat and his signature mask on~
Belvedere: From Windsor, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 265lbs…Roach!!
~Belvedere exits the ring quickly. The bell sounds. Krane looks around, suspiciously. Can he sense Roach behind him? Does he smell Roach? Or is his face just making a weird expression because the guy is weird? We do not know the answer to these questions. All we know is that Roach is about to murder Xander Krane (not literally?)~
Smith: Xander Krane had better turn around!
Hood: Would you rather get shot in the forehead or the back of the head
Smith: Neither
Hood: I’m just saying…would you rather KNOW the bullet is coming or get clipped unaware. I think I’d go with unaware
~Krane finally turns around and is run over via a Clothesline From Hell!!! Krane hits the mat hard. Roach snares Krane by the hair, pulling him to his feet. He boots Krane in the gut, hooks him, lifts him up and drills him into the mat with a Powerbomb!!! Krane is motionless. Roach stands over him looking as dominant as we can remember~
Smith: Roach is sending a message tonight. We saw a different man underneath that mask at Death March
Hood: Yea he was an afterthought heading into the event and damn near won the thing
Smith: In one night Roach went from a mid-card player to a potential main event star
~Roach rips Krane from the mat and slings him across the ring! He SLAMS into a corner with vicious intent. Roach sprints forward and crushes Krane with a huge clothesline!!! Roach backs away. Krane stumbles into his grasp. Roach hoists Krane up and brings him down, head first into the mat with a Jackhammer!!! Roach hooks the leg for the pin. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…ROACH!!!!!
Smith: Domination…obliteration….Roach is a man on a mission
Hood: Yea I’d like to see that goofy ass Alice Knight beat him when he’s like this!
Smith: I don’t think that match is happening any time soon
Hood: Powers that be are always protecting her and her WEAK ASS BRAIN
~Roach exits the ring, leaving Krane on the mat in a heap of motionless mass~
Smith: 2019 could be the year of the Roach in OCW. We’ve seen it happen before…Andy Murray, Bob Grenier, Top Dog, PerZag…individuals who were pigeon holed into a certain level break free and show that they are main event level players
Hood: The guy is big…the guy is mean…the guy is nasty…the guy could survive a nuclear blast…I say push his ass to the top!
Smith: Big things are ahead for Roach if he can maintain this focus. It will be interesting to see how 2019 plays out for the OCW veteran.
~We are live on location at ‘Paradise Health and Fitness’ in Key West Florida. For having ‘Paradise’ in the name of the gym it certainly looks to be but an average, maybe slightly below average, health center. Mario Maurako suddenly enters the facility, looking like he’s ready for a work out with his shorts and tank top on. Mario walks past the rows of treadmills, past the stationary bikes and the weights section. He comes to the back of the gym and opens a door and enters into another room. Inside there are a bunch of senior citizens participating in a Cardio Drumming session, and in the back of the class sits Silver Cyanide. Mario stands there in shock as he observes Cyanide rhythmically drumming with all his ‘old’ friends. Shortly after the class ends and Cyanide jogs up, sweat pouring from his face and onto his gray tank top. Cyanide wipes the sweat from his brow with a towel and then drapes the towel around his neck.~
Silver Cyanide: That is way harder than it looks.
Mario Maurako: I’m thrilled to see you in the gym man, but when I mentioned getting back in ring shape, I meant pumping iron. If we are going to stand a chance at taking down Bifford and Ehud at Throwback we are going to have to bulk up.
Silver Cyanide: Oh I was lifting before cardio started. I’ll show you!
~Cyanide leads Mario back into the gym and over to a weight bench that has 350lbs racked up on it. Mario eyes almost bulge out of his eye sockets like an 80’s cartoon character.~
Mario Maurako: There is no way that this is yours.
Silver Cyanide: Sure it is. I’ll prove it to you.
~Cyanide lays down on the bench press machine and grabs the bar with both hands. Mario moves over to spot Cyanide.~
Silver Cyanide: You can stand there for safety, but I won’t need anything. I can do this in my sleep almost.
~Mario stands there, just shrugging off the comments as he watches Cyanide easily lift the bar off the rack. Cyanide takes a couple deep breaths and lowers the bar to his chest and immediately pushes it back up and returns the weights to the rack, much to Mario’s amazement.
Mario Maurako: Holy crap! Let me try.
Silver Cyanide: No, no, you haven’t done any warm up reps. We can’t have you getting hurt to spoil our run at the OCW Tag Team Titles.
Mario Maurako: Very true, and hopefully our first pit stop is at Throwback against Bifford and Ehud of Moad.
Silver Cyanide: Wait what? Why Bifford?
Mario Maurako: Have you forgotten last week already when Bifford was mocking us and then we confronted him later? Remember I broke his scythe.
Silver Cyanide: Oh sure I remember that, I guess I just thought we set him straight for his mouthiness.
Mario Maurako: Well, that might’ve been true but the other day I issued him a challenge on Twitter.
Silver Cyanide: On Twitter!? What has this world come to? I didn’t even know you had Twitter!
Mario Maurako: I sure do. Twitter and Facebook actually.
Silver Cyanide: And Bifford has Twitter too? Maybe I’m not cut out for this after all.
Mario Maurako: You’ll be fine. I mean look at you! You just destroyed that bench press.
Silver Cyanide: I don’t know, I was hoping for something else I guess. I wish you would’ve run this past me before issuing a challenge.
~Mario seems surprised by Cyanide’s disappointment. Mario goes to place his hand on Cyanide’s shoulder but Cyanide shrugs it off and then removes the weights from the rack and places them on the ground.~
Mario Maurako: Gee man, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would be so averse to fighting Bifford.
Silver Cyanide: It doesn’t have anything to do with Bifford. We just aren’t on the same page.
Mario Maurako: I was just doing what we always do. I set up the matches and you go with the flow.
Silver Cyanide: Well maybe I don’t want to go with the flow anymore.
~Cyanide angrily kicks the pile of weights and they go flying across the room which catches Mario’s attention.~
Mario Maurako: Hey wait a second! Those weren’t even real!?!?!
Silver Cyanide: Of course not! They’re styrofoam!
Mario Maurako: Listen, I’m sorry. Just work with me through this one and then I’ll run all future decisions through you. Deal?
Silver Cyanide: That sounds better.
Mario Maurako: But while we wait for Bifford to put down his cheeseburger and accept our challenge we both need to hit the weights for REAL.
~Cyanide sulks as he makes his way back to the weight bench and the camera fades out as Mario begins loading it with real weights this time.~
Smith: Nice to see those two are preparing for Throwback. Will Biff and Ehud accept their challenge?
Hood: Ehud will, for sure. Bifford, he's a different kind of beast. But, if ham is involved, I'd lean toward - probably
Smith: The tag title situation is wide open right now. You'd have to think that if Biff and Ehud accept the challenge those four men would be right in the thick of the tag title race.
Hood: It's nice to see Mario staying in his lane - the tag team division
Smith: Rude! Hopefully we get some clarity on the tag situation before the night is over. However, until then, it's time for some more in-ring action. Kitty Petrova and Veronica Taylor, two impressive newcomers are set to do battle and that match is next!
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Singles Match
Kitty Petrova (1-0) vs. Veronica Taylor (1-0)
~The fans are restless. They want to see a competitive match. Sure, they enjoy watching performers showcase their talents as they rise up the OCW ranks. However, every once in a while some honest to goodness legit competition is desired. Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~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!!!
~The crowd continues to boo Petrova. She may be new but her career long persona precedes her~
Smith: Kitty Petrova making her second appearance in-ring tonight. Last week she had an easy victory…tonight, she will be tested.
Hood: Yep...we’re about to find out if Petrova is as legit as we’ve been led to believe or another loud mouthed veteran unable to handle the competition of OCW
Smith: Indeed
Belvedere: And, her opponent…
~Turn my Swag on by Keri Hilison hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena~
~Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss~
Belvedere: From Beverly Hills, California…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 122lbs…Veronica Taylor!!!
Smith: And there’s Veronica Taylor…another promising newcomer with an attitude
Hood: The fans are sorta fucked with this match, aren’t they?
Smith: Well, it’s not the easiest match in terms of who to cheer for but I’m sure they’ll figure it out
~Belvedere exits the ring. The bell sounds~
Smith: Very intriguing matchup! The winner of this contest will rise up…the loser will drop down a peg.
Hood: Yep, not really an elimination match, per say but it is definitely going to set the loser back a bit
Smith: Indeed…however, given the talent of both these competitors the person who comes up short tonight shouldn’t take the loss too hard
~Taylor talks a bunch of trash Petrova’s way. Kitty takes it in. She’s seen it all before, this is nothing new. Kitty’s equanimity is that of a true veteran in the face of impetuous youth. Veronica loses her patience. Why isn’t Kitty responding in kind? She’s had it. Veronica charges at Kitty. Kitty uses Taylor’s momentum to spin her around and thrust her into a corner. Taylor is trapped. Kitty throws some stiff kicks into Taylor’s ribcage, wounding the younger competitor. After several stiff strikes, Kitty hooks Taylor by the arm and tosses her into the middle of the ring with a hip toss! Taylor hits hard, arching her back in pain~
Smith: Veronica ran right into a trap
Hood: She wanted to be the aggressor and it backfired
Smith: Indeed and now, the one thing she couldn’t afford to take place has happened…Kitty Petrova has the advantage
~Taylor sits up. Kitty approaches from behind and jams her knee into Taylor’s back. She wraps both hands underneath Taylor’s chin and applies a chin lock, wrenching back to exert several pounds of pressure onto Veronica’s neck. Taylor winces in pain and extends her arms in an effort to reverse the leverage. It’s of no use, Kitty, the veteran, has it locked in tight~
Smith: Kitty is going to slow this down and assert her will
Hood: Yea, Veronica needs to thumb her in the eye or yank out some hair. Ya know, pull off some less than technical move to get back in this!
Smith: Well those would certainly qualify as ‘less than technical’
~Scruff asks Taylor if she wants to give it up. She, of course, says no. Taylor reaches up and grabs hold of Kitty’s hair. She yanks on it as hard as she can. Petrova displays some discomfort which forces her to loosen the hold. Taylor, noticing the slack, is able to lean back and kick Kitty in the face!! Petrova stumbles into a corner. Taylor returns to her feet quickly and charges in, driving a shoulder into Petrova’s abdomen. Taylor climbs to the middle rope and begins to pummel Kitty in the head with right hands~
Smith: Looks like she took your advice, Hood
Hood: Smart woman
Smith: Scruff needs to keep an eye on Taylor...she's not the most trust worthy competitor
Hood: So you’re saying she’s a winner!
~Taylor hops off Kitty, jumps up, places her feet into Kitty’s stomach and tosses her across the ring with a Monkey Flip! Kitty hits hard. Veronica pops back to her feet. Kitty, much like Taylor a few moments earlier, is sitting up in the center of the ring, her back facing Taylor. Taylor charges forward and dives over Kitty, grabbing her head and snapping her neck with a rolling neck snap! Petrova’s body snaps backward. She reaches for her head and neck, holding them in pain~
Smith: Tremendous agility shown by Veronica Taylor. She is talented, you can’t ignore that
Hood: I think we’ve finally found a female wrestler we can be proud of, Smith. No more of this bubbly Alice Knight bullshit. Veronica Taylor…the future of women’s wrestling within OCW
Smith: Well let’s wait until the conclusion of this match before we crown her
~Taylor returns to her feet. Kitty is on her back. Veronica stands over and does a model pose. The crowd BOOOOOS. Taylor extends her elbow and falls to the mat for an elbow drop. Kitty rolls out of the way!! Veronica’s elbow jams into the mat! She reaches for her arm, grasping it in pain. Kitty crawls over and snares Veronica. She attempts a Crossface Chickenwing. Taylor may not know exactly what Petrova is doing, but she certainly senses it’s going to be painful. So, she writhes and wiggles and manages to get her feet wrapped around the bottom rope. Scruff comes over and counts, forcing a break. Kitty lets Taylor go and returns to her feet~
Smith: Veronica just had to show off and, well, it cost her control of this contest
Hood: Hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it. Veronica has it.
Smith: There is plenty of time for flaunting before and after the match. I’d advise that DURING a match she remain focused
~Kitty waits, patiently for Veronica to return to her feet. Taylor does, while keeping an eye on Petrova. Once on her feet she looks at Kitty with anger. She rushes forward with a clothesline attempt. Kitty ducks. Taylor stumbles forward and turns around only to be met with a mule kick in the gut! Taylor doubles over. Petrova snares Taylor and swiftly drops her to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep!! Petrova hovers over for a quick pin attempt. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Solid attempt but a bit too early
Hood: Taylor isn’t going out like some basic bitch. Petrova is going to have to put her down
Smith: In so many words, agreed
~Petrova grabs Taylor by the head and gets to her feet bringing Veronica along for the ride. She straightens Veronica up and throws a vicious knife edged chop!!! Taylor stumbles back, into the ropes, holding her chest in pain. Kitty straightens her back up and reaches back for another chop…Taylor ducks! Kitty swings and misses…her momentum spins her around. Taylor boots Kitty in the gut, hooks her, lifts her up and drops her into the mat with the Uggo Remover (Implant DDT)!!! Kitty is face down on the mat with Taylor sitting up, holding her chest. She’s obviously still feeling the sting from the earlier chop~
Smith: Great move by Veronica Taylor to swing the momentum back into her corner
Hood: I’m telling you! Taylor is going to win this! She’s the future female FACE of OCW
Smith: Perhaps she will. She’s certainly talented enough…but, you cannot count Petrova out. Her resume reads like…
Hood: A fat man’s grocery list?
Smith: Uh, sure…it reads like that for a reason
~Rather than go for a cover, Veronica decides to inflict more punishment – probably a wise move. She flips Kitty onto her back and pops to her feet. She stomps on Petrova a few times, ensuring that she’s down and not about to make some Jason Voorhees like comeback. Once positive of Kitty’s predicament, Veronica does a modeling pose. The crowd showers her with boos aside from the sex starved males (and some females!) who evidently don’t know there’s a ton of free porn available on the internet. Veronica then extends her elbow and delivers an elbow drop right into the heart of Petrova!!! The boos only increase as a result of Veronica’s unsanctioned hubris. She makes a cover, tossing her hair back and producing a very model-esque facial expression for the camera. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!!
Smith: If she had attempted a more stringent cover then, perhaps she’d be celebrating a victory right now
Hood: Yea but that just wouldn’t be her, Smith. You have got to be yourself
Smith: Flaunting arrogance in the midst of a match is usually a recipe for disaster
~Veronica gets to her feet and screams at Scruff. She’s under the assumption the count was too slow. Scruff holds up two fingers. She pie faces him and returns her focus to Kitty. She places a boot on Kitty’s face and rakes it across her eyes! Petrova rolls over, holding her face and kicking her feet against the mat. Taylor yanks Kitty to her feet. Veronica drops to one knee, grabs hold of Kitty’s hair and slings her down across her knee with a back breaker!!! Petrova falls to the mat, arching her back in pain. She rolls onto her front…Veronica hops on her back and transitions into a Camel Clutch! Scruff drops down to his knees asking Petrova if she wants to give it up. Petrova shakes her head ‘no’~
Smith: Camel Clutch being applied by Veronica Taylor…she’s in total control at this point. Kitty Petrova is in serious trouble
Hood: They say big fucks small and, yes, I agree with that. But young also fucks old
Smith: Uh, sure
Hood: You can’t catch youth, Smith. No matter how hard you try
~Kitty grimaces, fighting through the pain. Taylor continues to crank back, applying as much pressure as the muscles in her body can afford. Petrova’s eyes open, there’s a look in them that signals she knows she’s in trouble and needs to do something about it – now. She fights to her knees. Taylor looks around, anxiously. Taylor starts to stand upright, looking to jump on Kitty’s back in an effort to pin her back to the mat. Petrova, however, hooks Taylor’s legs, preventing this from happening. Kitty fights to her feet with Taylor attached to her back. She stumbles backward, somewhat recklessly, squashing Taylor into the corner!!! Kitty falls to her knees and tries to crawl away, slowly. Taylor is slouched in the corner~
Smith: Great move by Petrova to break free!
Hood: Get back on her, Taylor! C’mon!
Smith: So you’re full on team Taylor, I take it?
Hood: It was a tough choice. But, when in doubt…when choosing between two beautiful women…you always go with the younger one
Smith: You disgust me
~Taylor rises up out of the corner and rushes forward, snaring Kitty once again. This time she appears to be going for a sleeper hold. Scruff is standing in front of Kitty. Petrova throws her leg back and nails Taylor with a low blow!! Taylor doubles over in pain, letting Kitty go. Petrova throws a spinning heel kick to the side of Veronica’s head!! Veronica drops to both knees. Kitty lunges forward and drills Veronica with a stiff superkick to the face (Bitch Kick)! A loud SMACK echoes throughout the arena! Taylor falls to the mat, limp. Petrova, exhausted, goes for the pin~
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2!
SHOULDER UP
Smith: Veronica kicked out! My gosh that was a stiff kick!
Hood: Yea, I bet Veronica might need a new nose job after that
Smith: Well, let’s hope not
~Kitty heads for the nearest corner. Taylor is still on the mat. The crowd rises with anticipation. Petrova reaches the top and looks down at the prone Veronica Taylor. Taylor sits up and makes it to her feet. She staggers around. Kitty leaps off looking for a 720 DDT…Veronica, however, catches her on the way down with a Sitout Facebuster (Rodeo Drive Facial)!!! The crowd pops with shock from the move!! Kitty appears to be out! Taylor rolls her over and goes for the pin~
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2!
3…NO!
Smith: Kitty kicked out! She kicked out!
Hood: Holy shit they are both going to need nose jobs after this match
Smith: Their noses look fine to me
Hood: Time to go visit the eye doctor again, old man
~Taylor slaps at the ring and yells at Scruff. She’s furious. She returns to her feet and points at Scruff, screaming in his face. Scruff holds his hands up and backs away. Petrova begins to move in the background, fighting back to her feet. Taylor shoves Scruff into the corner and reaches back to slap him. Before she can, Kitty rolls her up!! Scruff slides in with the count~
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2!
3!
NO!!
Smith: Taylor kicked out! Oh man that’s as close as it gets!
Hood: That was a fast count!
Smith: No it wasn’t!
Hood: Biased counting by an intimidated ref! WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Veronica pops back to her feet. Kitty is a little slower to hers. Veronica dropkicks Kitty in the knee. Petrova drops down to all fours. Taylor pops up, she hits the ropes and she charges at Kitty for a Curb Stomp! Petrova rolls out of the way and gets to her feet. She hits the ropes and springboards off. She flies through the air for a knee strike but Veronica dodges the move!! Petrova lands on her feet and charges toward the ropes once again. Taylor’s back is to Petrova. Kitty flies through the ropes, standing on the apron. Veronica turns around…Kitty hops onto the top rope, springboards off, snares Veronica and drops her with a 720 DDT(Hell Hath No Fury)!!!! Taylor is out!! Petrova goes for the pin! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…KITTY PETROVA!!!!!
Smith: Wow! What a sequence! What a win for Kitty Petrova!
Hood: Ah damnit! I was really pulling for Veronica…man she’s going to be tough to deal with backstage
Smith: Indeed…but she gave a heck of an effort. Kitty’s focus, I think, is what made the difference
Hood: Well she’s a veteran, as you’ve said about a dozen times during this match. She’s faced them all…tonight, I guess, might as well be a learning lesson for Veronica Taylor
Smith: Perhaps…hopefully she doesn’t get too discouraged over such a close loss. She’s got loads of potential and, if these two were to face again sometime down the line, the result could be much different. However, tonight, Kitty wins and continues her ascension up the OCW ladder
~We cut backstage once again where former OCW announcer JONES is standing by with a mic in hand~
Jones: Jones here and I know what you’re all thinking…”What the heck is this guy doing at an OCW show?” Well, I’m going to tell you. With Who’Re’s recent distractions and Zybala’s mandate of sharing the ‘announcement’ wealth...a spot has opened up for me to be used more frequently!
~The crowd doesn’t really care~
Jones: I know, I’m excited too. But, enough about me, let’s get to the item of interest I’m here to discuss. Two weeks ago Matt Meyhu was added to the iconic list of OCW Hall of Famers. The OCW Hall of Fame is filled with some of the greatest names in wrestling history. It’s grown to such a size that a physical location is necessary. Marcus Welsh placed the idea on the back burner, in favor of more modern, futuristic ideas. He always saw the Hall of Fame as an unnecessary tool to keep the past from remaining in its place. General Manager Zybala, however, recognizes the importance of the Hall of Fame and has officially signed off on the construction of a physical OCW Hall of Fame building!
~The crowd goes wild~
Jones: So, now, moving forward all you OCW fans can visit the building, walk around and relive the greatest moments from OCW’s most iconic stars. You can relive the Hell in a Cell collapsing on Johnny Hunter as Syren captured his first OCW Championship. You can relive the first Hazardous Ladder Match between Hall of Famers Silver Cyanide and Andy Murray. You can relive Lurrr defeating Brian Velocity to become the first ever OCW Champion. You can relive the bitter rivalry between Paul Paras and Mario Maurako. You can even relive Matt Meyhu’s first OCW Title win against The Incredible One. It will all be there!
~The fans continue to cheer~
Jones: The official ground breaking for this monument will take place on location, next week. GM Mike Zybala along with several OCW Hall of Famers will be in attendance. I will be there to cover all the action…so be sure to tune in next week for this historic occasion!
~Jones awkwardly finishes his promo right then and there. We cut to Smith and Hood~
Smith: What a huge announcement!
Hood: Why is he back? Don’t we have enough guys named Jones running around as it is?
Smith: I think Zybala needs bodies back there, Smith.
Hood: Evidently
Smith: I can’t wait to see the ground breaking for this much needed OCW addition. Where is it going to take place?
Hood: Fucking idiot didn’t say
Smith: Ugh, Jones…man, c’mon. Well, folks, we’ll find out the location and get it to you as soon as we are able!
~Cut backstage to find The Bad Ass James Kelloggs running as fast as his tiny little legs will carry him. He’s running and running, he has even broke a sweat! He’s running and running, looking like he’s running like, 10 miles or something. It’s a very long hallway he is in right this second. He stops, puts his hand on the wall and takes a deep breath~
James Kelloggs: Fuck man! I need to hit the gym more, work on my cardio.
~Meanwhile he ran a total of 15 feet. He looks down the hallway and spots Who’re knocking on the male locker room door~
James Kelloggs: Oh no the fuck she does! Fucking bitch!
~James runs again, this time double time! Charging hard and logging 1467 steps in the 6 feet he had to travel, he slides right in front of Who’re as the door is open~
Who’re: Is Bester in here?
James Kelloggs: Fuck off bitch! This is my interview!
Who’re: What the?
~James slides directly in front of her and marches into the locker room, then he pushes her out of the door way as Who’re tries to enter the room herself.~
James Kelloggs: Nope! Sorry! No chicks allowed! So sorry!
Who’re: Wait! I have to..
James Kelloggs: NOPE!
~And James slams the door in her face. Who’re stands there and can’t believe what just happened. Just then the door opens back up and James sticks his head out, he looks up at her, reaches up and squeezes her one titty. Who’re brushes his hand off her breast and covers up, shocked, pissed all at the same time~
James Kelloggs: Yeah, still not coming in.
Who’re: Why you little!
~James slams the door and inside the guys locker room, it’s a pig style, let’s be honest. Shirts, socks, dirty underwear for as far as the eye can see and in middle of it all, sitting in front of his locker taping up his wrists is Bester. James hurries up to him, logging another 2345 steps on his fitbit long the way~
James Kelloggs: Bester! Buddy!
~Bester looks up at him, but isn’t happy to see him~
James Kelloggs: Did you hear the news?
~Bester doesn’t answer, just gives James this cold blank stare. This is new for Bester and James isn’t sure how to handle this~
James Kelloggs: Okay? So, It was announced that you will defend your Craze, sorry, your Superhero championship at Throwback against Andrea Hernandez. Thought?
~James holds the mic out towards Bester. Bester looks at him, and then looks back down at his wrist and continues wrapping his wrist. James raises an eyebrow~
James Kelloggs: Joe hand picked her as your opponent. How does that make you feel?
~Bester doesn’t even acknowledge James. Just goes about his business~
James Kelloggs: She was pretty upset at what you said the other day. She wants to get her hands on you pretty badly. She said she should have been the team captain.
~Bester tears off the tape and looks up at James~
Bester: And?
James Kelloggs: And? She wants to make you eat those words? She feels very disrespected
Bester: Tell her, good luck with that. Seriously. I wish her luck. But.
~Bester stands up and tosses the tape in his gym bag~
Bester: She’ll have better luck beat Mack O’Conner. Oh wait!
~Bester cracks his knuckles~
Bester: She can’t do that either.
~Bester then walks away. James is, well stunned. He’s never seen Bester like this, ever. Never ever never. He’s speechless. He watches Bester walk away with a blank look on his face as a matter of fact~
Smith: OGDA...or Bester displaying a different attitude
Hood: Do I call him OGDA or Bester
Smith: I'm hoping he has a change of heart so I'm going to refer to him as OGDA during his match, later tonight
Hood: Alright, I'll follow your lead
Smith: Regardless of what happens tonight, OGDA will defend his Craze Championship against Andrea Hernandez at Throwback. That should be a great one
Hood: Hopefully we get an ending this go around
Smith: I'm sure we will. Alright folks, OGDA will be out here in a minute...but first, we've got tag team action heading your way! Let's send it to ringside!
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Tag Team Match
Bob Grenier & Chad Vargas vs. Tony Savage & Tony the Spider
~We get a shot of the ring. Tony Savage is standing alongside a laughing Tony the Spider. Savage has this “What the fuck is up with this guy?” look on his face. He keeps his distance as Tony pulls a few cheeto puffs from his fanny pack, inserting them into his constant guffawing jaw. Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring the team of Tony the Spider and Tony Savage!!
~A solid ovation from the fans. Tony Savage places his hands on his hips wondering what has gone wrong with his life. The guy was on the fast track to stardom in OCW and is now teaming with TONY THE SPIDER~
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
Where the hood...
Where the hood…
Where the hood at…
~Bob Grenier steps out onto the stage with a confident look. He pauses and waits as “Needle and the Spoon” by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits! The VARGAS reaction is heard as The Confederate Icon steps out, alongside Bob Grenier. The two men bump fists and head down the ramp, toward the ring. Tony continues to laugh while Savage limbers up, preparing to battle two OCW legends. Vargas slides into the ring while Grenier hustles up the steps, sliding in through the ropes. Both men reach their feet and appear ready for a fight~
Belvedere: These men represent the golden age of OCW known as the Year 2015…they are both former OCW Champions, they are both Hall of Famers…they are the team of Bob Grenier and Chad Vargas!!!
~A huge ovation for Vargas and Grenier. Belvedere exits the ring. Scruff calls for the bell, which sounds immediately~
Smith: Tony Savage drew the short straw
Hood: Man I really want Savage to be a main eventer…but it doesn’t appear as if that’s going to happen
Smith: Teaming with Tony the Spider is usually a clear indicator that the company has lost faith in you
~Tony the Spider wants to remain in the ring. Savage tells him he’s crazy. Tony just laughs. Savage shoves Tony through the ropes. Tony, while laughing, falls through the ropes and lands on the apron. Savage turns around, ready to start the match. He’s facing CHAD VARGAS. Grenier remains on the apron, looking on~
Smith: And here we go! Tony Savage squaring off with Chad Vargas
Hood: This should be a dream match
Smith: Should, but sadly, it isn’t
~Vargas and Savage circle one another. Both men are trying to gain an upper hand, looking for an opening. They lock up! The crowd pops for the locking up of two wrestling veterans with storied histories (one being an OCW legend). Vargas applies a side head lock out of the lock up. Savage shoots him into the ropes, Vargas bounces off and runs right through Savage!! Savage hits the mat hard. He reaches for the back of his head~
Smith: Early advantage goes to Chad Vargas
Hood: No surprise there…Tony Savage has been sleep walking lately
Smith: Yes, he’s been quite the disappointment over the past month
~Savage returns to his feet looking at Vargas as if to say “this is more than I bargained for.” He hears laughter in the background. Tony the Spider is laughing from the apron. Savage heads over and slaps Tony in the face!! Scruff signals that a tag has been made. Savage hops through the ropes, to the floor. Vargas yells at Savage calling him a ‘FUCKING PUSSY’. Savage throws his hands at the ring and heads up the ramp to a chorus of boos~
Smith: And it appears as though Tony Savage has had enough of this match
Hood: Can you blame him? They teamed him with TONY THE SPIDER
Smith: I remember the days when Tony the Spider had a 7-2 record
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Vargas tags in Grenier. Bob steps into the ring. Vargas hops out of the ring and chases after Savage. He drills Savage from behind, halfway up the ramp!! The crowd goes wild!! Savage stumbles up the ramp, onto the stage. He turns around. Vargas snares him and drops him with THE STROKE on the metal ramp!! Savage is out! Vargas looks into the ring and watches the rest of the match~
Smith: Chad Vargas just laid Tony Savage out on the ramp!
Hood: Well that’s what Savage gets for trying to walk out of a match
Smith: Indeed
~Tony the Spider continues to laugh. Grenier reaches back to punch Tony but stops. He can’t bring himself to harm the pudge, jovial wrestler. So, he pats Tony on the back~
Smith: Bob has a heart
Hood: That or a fondness for retarded organisms
~Tony throws a cheeto in his mouth and continues laughing. As he does, some orange, mushed up cheeto residue hits Bob in the face. Bob slowly wipes it away and glares at Tony the Spider. Tony keeps laughing…but his laughing turns more into a nervous chuckle~
Smith: Uh oh
Hood: Tony pressed his luck!
~Bob knees Tony in the gut!! He grabs Tony by the legs and sweeps him off his feet. He hooks Tony in the wheel barrow position before tossing Tony up and dropping him with a neckbreaker!!! Tony is out!! Bob hooks both legs for the pin~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners…BOB GRENIER AND CHAD VARGAS!!!!!
Smith: Effortless win, pretty much for Vargas and Grenier
Hood: Yea, Tony Savage was a huge disappointment tonight. Guy might go on the shelf
Smith: Yea, it’s hard to trust a man who doesn’t show up on a consistent basis. Nevertheless Bob and Chad seem to be right in the thick of things for the OCW Tag Team Titles
Hood: The tag division is heating up, Smith. Now if only we knew what, exactly, the heat is cooking
Smith: That seems to be in the hands of Jeff Jones
~Backstage, ‘The Marvel’ Matt Meyhu struts confidently down the hallway with his personal assistant by his side. Wearing a Matt Meyhu t-shirt and LIME green sunglasses, the OCW champ leads Ezra Rosenberg toward the locker room. As a young fan and his father approach, Matt fakes a yawn as he looks away.~
Matt Meyhu: Ooo boy, long night last night.
~Ezra stares the fans down on his way by. He didn't get the memo about pretending not to see them. Matt notices and sends an elbow toward his oblivious manager ruining his image.~
Matt Meyhu: Hey, head in the game! We got places to be man. Interviews to do. Recognition to receive You acknowledge these common people, they try to talk to you. Then you either have to ignore them, or actually talk to them!
~Just then, Matt turns his attention forward to see a young, eager, OCW employee standing in front of him.~
OCW Employee: Hey champ! You hear the news about the Hall of Fame?!
~Matt slowly tries back out of the situation. Ezra looks at the ceiling.~
OCW Employee: Is that a no? There is going to be an actual physical Hall of Fame! A place where you will be immortalized!
~Matt stops in his tracks. His signature smirk creeps over his face and he removes his sunglasses from his face. He takes a step closer, not too close, to this unknown youngster.~
Matt Meyhu: You’re damn right I will be! Not only am I OCW Champion… Not only am I an OCW Hall of Famer… They are making me my own building!
Ezra Rosenberg: That’s pretty sweet.
Matt Meyhu: Now I ask you… Is there any one wrestler more important to the history of this company than yours truly?
OCW Employee: Well, just to be clear… This is for all OCW Hall of Famers.
Matt Meyhu: Of course it is. They just happened to come up with this idea after inducting me?
~Matt and Ezra each do an over the top chuckle.~
OCW Employee: I think it’s been talked about for a while. Zybala must have finally got the ball rolling on it.
Matt Meyhu: You know what? I don’t like your attitude, kid. I don't believe in coincidences, and I certainly don't believe that twerp got the ball rolling on anything substantial. This news is about a shrine to The Marvel himself. A way to honor me! I'll be heavily featured. The others will tucked away in corners. The timing is just too perfect. Perfect… Perfect…
Ezra Rosenberg: An overrated adjective.
Matt Meyhu: I've got an idea. In honor of this special occasion, I will be on site at the groundbreaking ceremony next week! How would it look if the star of the show was missing? And I would like my next opponent, Paul Paras, to join me there. Picture it… A great photo op, champion and challenger, staring each other down once more before the big night. Posing in front of the place they will both be enshrined forever.
Ezra Rosenberg: Great idea, Matty!
Matt Meyhu: Don't I know it. I just want to provide Paul with a few visual memories of this time, you know? He doesn't have much time left in that ring. Come on Ez, let's start scouting camera angles!
~Just like that, Matt and Ezra take off, leaving the employee behind. He shrugs and continues on with his evening~
Smith: A truly great moment for OCW! That Hall of Fame building legitimizes the legacies of all the OCW greats.
Hood: I'm just glad The Marvel finally elevated OCW to the level where something like this was warranted. He continues to enrich this company.
Smith: So you're back on the Meyhu train?
Hood: Of course...until he has to face King Infinity, that is
Smith: That match is a long way from happening. There's a lot that has to go a certain way for those two to square off. Meyhu must defeat Paras and Collins must defeat Langston.
Hood: So, what you're saying is the OCW GFX team should go ahead and begin work on the match banner
Smith: Absolutely not!
~We cut backstage where AKB is standing by with Leo the High School Intern~
AKB: With Who’Re off doing…whatever she’s been doing lately, I’m here covering all the backstage happenings. This kinda puts a cramp in my style, but, hey, what are you going to do? I need money to live. Anyway, under the new regime…the ZYBALA regime a mandate has been passed down that announcements and spotlight will be shared by all.
~The crowd pops~
AKB: Hooray socialism. So, in that spirit, here alongside me is Leo the former High School Intern with some exciting news in regards to Throwback!
Leo: I can’t tell you how great it is to be given a job that doesn’t require a Starbucks drive thru! This is amazing! I grew up as a wrestling fan so being able to take part in…
AKB: Leo! We don’t have all night
Leo: Right. So, as most of you saw last week Jeff Jones is scouting the tag teams, looking to find the next Republic. Once he locates that team he will hand them the OCW Tag Team Titles. Last week we saw CJ O’Donnell and Curt Canon look great in tag team action. This week we watched Vargas and Grenier destroy Tony Savage and Tony the Spider. In short, the tag team division is buzzing over this incredible opportunity
~AKB spots a female fan (who is over 18) walk by. He drops the mic for a second, while watching her walk away. Leo clears his throat. AKB snaps back into action, lifting the mic back to its proper place~
Leo: General Manager Mike Zybala is no stranger to pro wrestling. He knows how ‘selection processes’ can linger on and on and on. So, he’s decided to issue a deadline. Mr. Jones has to announce the new tag team champions at the February 4th Monday Night Massacre. If he fails to do so, then Mike Zybala will gain control of the belts.
~The crowd pops~
Leo: Oh and Mr. Jones must select one of eight teams…all eight teams will be competing at Throwback with a chance to put their best foot forward in front of Mr. Jones. The first match up will be High Impact Express versus Bifford and Ehud, assuming Biff and Ehud accept the challenge.
Smith: Here's hoping they do!
Leo: The second match will be CJ O’Donnell and Curt Canon taking on Chad Vargas and Bob Grenier!
Smith: What a match! Three Hall of Famers and the OCW Ironman!
Hood: Holy shit, the tag division isn’t fucking around
Leo: The third match will feature The Danger Boiz taking on the team of Noah Hanson and Tytus Rost!
Smith: Noah Hanson is returning to OCW!! He’ll be teaming with Tytus Rost! Those two made a HUGE impression back at Death March!
Hood: What the fuck has happened to the tag division? When did it suddenly become the most difficult division in OCW?
Smith: Opportunity, Hood.
Leo: And, finally, the fourth match will feature the unlikely duo of Alice Knight and Roach taking on PerZag…and a partner of his choosing. PerZag must have his partner locked in by the end of next week’s Massacre, otherwise, he will be disqualified from tag title consideration.
~The crowd goes wild. Fans are buzzing…who will PerZag choose?~
Leo: So, there you have it…eight teams, four matches…one team will be selected by Mr. Jones as the NEW OCW Tag Team Champions!
~Leo tries to continue speaking but AKB pulls the mic away~
AKB: It looks like Throwback will be tag team central. Back to you guys!
~We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: I can’t believe it! The tag division is suddenly ablaze with competition!
Hood: It reminds me of the Mix…let’s just hope these champions and those belts have a better ending
Smith: Indeed. Well, folks, it's time for a Serial Thrillers rematch! If you'll remember, OGDA won the Craze Championship back in October by defeating Mike Harrison. Harrison has since fallen on hard times. Tonight, he gets a shot at redemption in a Non-Title match up against the Craze Champion. Let's head down to ringside!
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Non-Title Match
OGDA © (9-3) vs. Mike Harrison (6-2)
~The fans are eager. They want some more competitive in-ring action! 2019 hasn’t kicked off the most lively of in-ring starts but there’s hope it will improve, especially with Throwback only two weeks away. Belvedere clears his throat and the crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a Non-Title Match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~'Psycho' by Muse can be heard through the sound system and Harrison emerges from behind the black curtain. Upon seeing Harrison the crowd springs into life with cheers that echo around the arena. He stops and stretches his arms out wide taking it all in with a smile on his face. A few moments pass and Harrison makes his way down the ramp to the ring and taps the hands of fans along the way. When he reaches the ring he stops and stares intently at the ring, a moment later he slides under the bottom rope and runs towards the corner of the ring and springs up onto the top turnbuckle. He poses for the crowd as the drums midway through the song begin to get into motion and Harrison closes his eyes. After a moment he drops down from the top turnbuckle and readies himself for combat~
Belvedere: From Blackpool, England…standing six feet tall and weighing in at 185lbs…he is a former OCW Craze Champion…Mike Harrison!!!
Smith: A re-match from Serial Thrillers where OGDA ended Mike Harrison’s Craze Championship reign
Hood: Ah yes, the neighborhood brawl and the inception of ‘Running Man’
Smith: It was a match I will never forget, that’s for sure
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~A rainbow shoots over the entrance way....~
"Most of the time I guess I am!"
~OGDA runs out from the back to a huge pop from every Shining Star in attendance!~
"But if there's trouble I'll be there
~The Rainbow Warriors are flooding the ramp area to the ring just to get close to OGDA!
"Look at me go!
~Highfives!
"Flying through the sky,
Fighting the bad guys,
There's no need to fear
Cuz I'll be here"
~The children are reunited with their parents!
"I'll be your superhero"
~Everyone! Sing along!~
Belvedere: From the hearts of every Shining Star in the world, from the Smiles of each and every single little buddy that has graced God's green earth…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 320ishlbs…he is the OCW Craze Champion…Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris!!!
~OGDA slides into the ring upon hearing his name. He stands tall and triumphant~
Smith: And the Craze Champion is in the house!
Hood: Can’t believe he’s still got that belt
Smith: He’ll be defending it in two weeks at Throwback. Technically, he can’t lose the belt tonight but if Mike Harrison were to score the revenge victory you’d have to think a re-match might be booked for Throwback
Hood: Let’s go Harrison! Harrison SUCKED at Death March but, hey, we all have bad days
Smith: Indeed, this would be a great opportunity for Harrison to get back to his previous winning ways
~Belvedere takes the Craze Title from OGDA and exits the ring. The bell sounds and the fans are hyped~
Smith: Can OGDA defeat Harrison for the second time in as many matches or will Harrison prove the win at Serial Thrillers was nothing more than a fluke?
Hood: It was a total fluke! I blame that guy’s computer room
Smith: It was a unique match, no doubt. Perhaps inside this ring will give Mike the advantage he lacked back in October. We’re about to find out!
~Harrison approaches the middle of the ring. OGDA takes off and spears right through Harrison!!! The crowd explodes!! Harrison is on the mat, holding his abdomen a look of extreme discomfort blankets his face. OGDA pops to his feet, fired up~
Smith: A spear!!
Hood: Oh shit!
Smith: This…this could be over!
~OGDA heads for the ropes. He steps through them, aiming to take a shot at Harrison via Wrath of the Rainbow! Harrison gets to his feet, doubled over, holding his gut. He turns around…OGDA jumps up and springboards off the top rope with his signature flying forearm! Harrison drops to the mat in an effort to dodge the soaring giant. OGDA overshoots Harrison! He tucks and rolls, landing safely. Harrison returns to his feet. OGDA gets to his and hustles over. Harrison leaps up, grabs OGDA by the head and drops him with a Codebreaker!!! OGDA’s body snaps back…he rolls out of the ring, landing on the outside roughly~
Smith: OGDA was looking for the quick kill but Harrison managed to avoid it!
Hood: He suffered Wrath of the Rainbow once before – I’m thinking he didn’t want to get punked out by it again
Smith: Perhaps…at least we’re seeing some life out of the former Craze Champion tonight. He was on the fast track to success in OCW a few months ago.
Hood: Guy has all the talent in the world, for sure
~Harrison returns to his feet, catching his breath. He’s not winded…things just escalated so quickly. He dodged a human bullet. He reaches the ropes to look for OGDA. Before he can take a shot at spotting him, two giant hands reach up and grab Harrison by the ankles! They yanks Harrison down and out of the ring from under the bottom rope!! Harrison lands on his feet. OGDA barrels shoulder first into Harrison…he charges forward and slams Harrison back first into the ring steps!! The impact creates a loud “CLANG!” The fans at ringside are cheering. OGDA snares Harrison by the hair…he tosses Harrison forward, sending the former Craze champion tumbling to the ground~
Smith: OGDA is focused. His mask is removed and he is looking to begin a new chapter
Hood: Never thought I’d say this…but keep the mask on!
Smith: He was shut out at Death March. He failed to pin one person in his preliminary match. This failure manifested a new drive, a new motivation within the Craze Champion. He’s upping his game.
Hood: So you mean he won’t call the Craze Title belty anymore?
Smith: I can’t answer that question
~Harrison reaches for the barricade to aid in getting back to his feet. It’s of no use, OGDA is already on top of him. He grabs Harrison by the hair and hurls the veteran into the ring. OGDA leaps from a standing position, onto the apron. He steps in through the ropes. Harrison gets to his feet and hits the ropes. He charges at OGDA. OGDA lifts a big boot…Harrison ducks. Harrison jumps toward the ropes and springboards off looking for a back elbow. OGDA catches Harrison in mid flight and drops him with a German Suplex!!! Harrison hits hard, holding the back of his head~
Smith: OGDA might be too strong for Harrison. This maybe a match up Mike simply cannot win
Hood: It’s looking that way…he lost at Serial Thrillers and he’s losing again tonight
Smith: OGDA is the bigger, stronger, arguably more athletic man. Those are deficiencies that are hard to overcome in an athletic competition.
~OGDA, back on his feet, places his fist to his forehead and yells out NARWHAL!!! Harrison stumbles to his feet, his brain scrambled. He turns around and OGDA charges forward, plowing right through Harrison!! Mike hits the mat. He gets back up. OGDA charges forward again with the same result! Harrison gets up once more, slower than before. OGDA gives one more loud “NARWHAL!” to the crowd before charging forward!! This time is different. This time he runs right into The Sunshine Superkick!!!! OGDA goes stiff and falls flat on his back!! The crowd is stunned! Harrison falls face first on the mat~
Smith: The Sunshine Superkick!! Harrison defeated Ed Houston with that move! He’s close to securing the rebound his career so desperately needs!
Hood: Oh shit! He just about knocked that giant chin right off of OGDA’s stupid face! Serves him right for running around yelling Dry Wall
Smith: He’s yelling NARWHAL
~Harrison crawls over. OGDA remains on his back. Harrison tosses his arm over the heaving chest of OGDA. Scruff slides in with the count~
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2!
Shoulder Up!!!
Smith: OGDA got his shoulder up!!
Hood: Fucking hell! Harrison took too damn long
Smith: He’s taken quite a beating, Hood. Cut him some slack
Hood: I have no extra slack to give
Smith: The good news, for Harrison is that he has seemingly balanced this match back to even. He’s suddenly got a chance!
~Harrison rolls onto his back, hands running through his hair. He’s dismayed at the fact he couldn’t put OGDA away with his finishing maneuver. He sits up and stares at the mat. Internal strife seems to be gripping him. He gets to his feet with a look of dejection. OGDA sits up behind him. OGDA gets to his feet. Harrison doesn’t sense, doesn’t feel OGDA coming after him. OGDA reaches out and attempts to lock in a Coquina Clutch! Harrison wiggles and squirms, doing what he can to avoid the end game hold. He reaches up, grabbing OGDA’s bald head. Harrison drops to his ass and cracks OGDA’s mouth with a jawbreaker!! OGDA stumbles back, into the ropes. He bounces off, staggering forward. Harrison returns to his feet, he catches OGDA, spins around and slams him into the mat with a Spinebuster!!! The fans are beginning to get behind the aging veteran. Harrison sits up. He takes a look around. He soaks in the atmosphere…he’s beginning to believe~
Smith: Mike Harrison has a shot! He’s finally in control!
Hood: We haven’t seen Harrison look this good in months
Smith: He’s showing signs of life…the career of Mike Harrison may finally be back on track!
~Harrison returns to his feet. OGDA starts to sit up. Harrison rushes forward and kicks the shit out of OGDA’s back!! OGDA grimaces, arching his back in pain. Harrison, standing over OGDA from behind, drops down with an elbow into the neck of OGDA. On his knees, Harrison transitions quickly into a chin lock, working OGDA’s neck over~
Smith: Smart wrestling…keep the bigger man grounded, work on that neck
Hood: So he literally wants to kick OGDA’s head off his shoulders with the next Sunshine Superkick?
Smith: Let’s hope not. We don’t need any in-ring decapitations in 2019
Hood: You say that like it’s happened before!
Smith: I don’t recall something like that happening in an OCW ring previously but I cannot say, with 100% certainty that an in ring decapitation would be uncharted territory
Hood: Classic OCW
~OGDA begins to power up. Harrison retains the chin lock, hoping that more pressure will keep the giant down. No such luck. OGDA powers to his feet. Harrison hops onto his back, like a giant, white monkey or a really human-looking backpack. OGDA stumbles around, woozy. He gets his legs solidified and charges backwards into a corner, squashing Harrison! Mike release the chin lock and is left slouched in the corner. OGDA sprints toward the opposite corner…he stops, turns and charges forward! He soars through the air with a splash. Harrison moves!! OGDA slams into the turnbuckles. He stumbles back, shaking his head. Harrison leaps up, looking for a backstabber. OGDA, though, reaches back and grabs him, preventing Harrison from pulling him down. He rips Harrison forward, onto his shoulder, pulls him down and drops him with a tombstone piledriver into the mat!!! Harrison is limp, on his back. OGDA goes for the cover~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Mike kicked out! My goodness I thought that was it!
Hood: OGDA spiked the guy’s head right off the mat
Smith: Yes, hence why I thought that was it
~OGDA returns to his feet. He’s covered in sweat but remains focused. He’s in the corner, crouched, sizing Harrison up. The former Craze Champion begins to stir. The crowd is on their feet, stomping, cheering for OGDA! Harrison slowly regains his footing. He turns around, facing OGDA. OGDA charges forward, looking for his second spear of the match! Harrison, however, greets him with a high knee into the head!!! OGDA stumbles forward, falling face down on the mat! The impact from the move sends Harrison flipping over, onto his back. He reaches for his knee, grimacing in pain~
Smith: Both men are down! This reminds me of CJ’s knee to Mac Bane at Death March!
Hood: Hard headed mother fuckers! People should be disqualified if their heads are that damn hard
Smith: Not sure I agree with that
Hood: That’s because you like idiots. The harder the head, the thicker the skull. The thicker the skull, the smaller the brain.
Smith: Not sure that’s 100% accurate
~Harrison returns to his feet, displaying a considerable limp. He works the knee out, slapping at it, trying to get it to function somewhat properly. OGDA is still down. Harrison finally says “fuck it” and goes after OGDA. He grabs OGDA by his ears and drags him into the center of the ring, bringing the large, barely conscious man to his feet. He takes a few steps back and thrusts forward with The Sunshine Superkick!!! OGDA ducks! He grabs Harrison by the head and drops him with SLINGBLADE!!! Harrison hits hard!! OGDA remains on the mat! The fans are going wild! ‘PIN HIM! PIN HIM!” is the chant!! OGDA feeds off their energy…he crawls over and throws his arm over Mike’s chest! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!!
Smith: Mike Harrison narrowly avoided defeat!
Hood: OGDA is like Scott Syren if Scott Syren worked exclusively for the Disney Channel
Smith: Okay
Hood: Meaning he’s a lame Scott Syren
Smith: I completely disagree!
~OGDA rolls onto his back and sits up. He fights back to his feet. The man remains focused on a singular task – winning the match. Harrison remains on his back. Has the fight left the conflicted veteran? OGDA heads for the ropes but spots Harrison beginning to stir through his peripheral. So, he heads back to Harrison. He helps Harrison to his feet and delivers a headbutt. Mike stumbles into the ropes. OGDA shoots Harrison off the ropes, Mike runs across the ring, he bounces off the ropes and dodges a clothesline from OGDA! Harrison hits the ropes a third time and leaps into the air with a crossbody. OGDA turns around and catches Harrison!!! OGDA hoists Harrison onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! He spins Harrison around for what looks like a potential F-5…Harrison, though, grabs onto OGDA’s head and drops him with a DDT!!! Both men are down…the crowd is on their feet. Most of them are urging OGDA on~
Smith: Tremendous reversal by Mike Harrison! He just won’t go away
Hood: OGDA is doing everything he can to put Harrison down for the second time in as many meetings but Harrison refuses to give up. It’s clear this match is very important to the former Craze Champion
Smith: Indeed…this match could dictate the rest of his OCW career.
~In a surprising turn of events, Harrison is the first to his feet. OGDA remains down. Have the superhero powers run out? Mike looks around with a very prone OGDA at his disposal. The crowd chants “OGDA!” in the hopes it will revive the big man. Harrison, as though trying to stomp away the cheers, stomps OGDA in the back repeatedly, keeping the big man grounded. It winds up producing the opposite. OGDA starts to get up! Each kick seems to fill him with energy. Harrison looks around all wide eyed. He can’t believe what he’s experiencing. OGDA gets to his feet and he yells at Harrison! The crowd erupts!! Harrison, leaps up and locks in a Gogoplata! OGDA drops to his knees, quickly! The crowd’s cheers are stymied, they even begin to boo (the diehard OGDA fans, anyway). OGDA’s arms reach around, slowly. They appear to be going limp. Mike’s face is red as he continues to clamp down on the pressure, trying to choke the Craze Champion out. Scruff is in position, ready to call for the bell at any moment~
Smith: He’s got Lights Out! Locked in! this one could be over!
Hood: I’d advise Scruff to stop it in an effort to prevent brain damage but, I mean, ya know
Smith: RUDE
~OGDA’s arms have gone limp. He appears to be out. Scruff grabs hold of OGDA’s arm and he raises it up in the air. It falls to the mat. Harrison begins to appear confident. He, however, does not stop applying pressure. Scruff raises OGDA’s hand a second time…and it drops. The crowd begins to plead, urge OGDA to WAKE UP. Scruff hoists OGDA’s arm in the air a third time and lets it drop. OGDA’s arm straightens and stiffens! HE’S ALIVE! The OCW Arena is on their feet!! Harrison looks around like “Are you fucking kidding me?!” OGDA gets his feet underneath him. He lets out a loud roar as he lifts Harrison off the mat!! Mike continues to hold onto the submission, desperately hoping to choke OGDA out. OGDA lifts Mike up, over his head and sends him crashing down into the mat with a modified powerbomb!!!! Harrison releases the hold!! He’s on his back, motionless! OGDA rolls around, coughing, holding his throat~
Smith: OGDA did what he had to do but the impact certainly affected his throat
Hood: Maybe it damaged his vocal cords, permanently.
Smith: You think?
Hood: Nah, we’re not that lucky
~OGDA gets to his feet. His throat is still irritating him but, as usual, he powers through, remaining focused on the task at hand. He grabs Harrison by the hair and yanks the veteran to his feet. Harrison lunges forward with a head butt into OGDA’s chin!! This staggers the big man! Harrison throws, what some might call, desperate right hands into OGDA’s head. OGDA’s head bobbles around, back and forth, with each blow. Harrison’s punches increase in velocity as his frustration over OGDA’s inability to FALL mounts. Finally, Harrison rears back, breathing heavily, arms weighing ten times their usual weight, and lunges forward with a huge right haymaker. OGDA suffers the blow and leans into the ropes. He bounces off and stands upright, eyes widened! Harrison is like “OH SHIT” The crowd leaps to their feet chanting “YES!”~
Smith: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! This man isn’t real!
Hood: DRUG TEST THAT MAN, YESTERDAY!
Smith: I think it’s pure adrenaline, Hood.
Hood: If by adrenaline you mean cocaine and steroids then, yes, we’ll go with ‘adrenaline’
~Harrison throws a desperate right hand, which gets blocked. OGDA responds with a huge right hand! The crowd cheers as it connects!! Harrison flies into the ropes, they keep him standing. OGDA charges forward and clotheslines Harrison over the top rope! The veteran flips over and lands on the apron. He appears to have almost no strength left, hanging on to the bottom rope to keep from falling to the floor. The crowd, white hot at this point, chants “OGDA!” OGDA heads for the opposite apron. He steps through the ropes and gets into position~
Smith: The Wrath of the Rainbow!
Hood: Fuck me
Smith: No thanks
Hood: Ha ha, very funny, dickhead
~Harrison rolls into the ring and, out of pure instinct, gets to his feet. OGDA leaps up and springboards off the top rope for a flying forearm. He soars through the air, flying at Harrison. Harrison spots OGDA coming at him and lunges forward with THE SUNSHINE SUPERKICK!!! He connects!!! OGDA hits the mat!! The crowd is stunned into silence!!! Harrison falls on top of OGDA! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings! OGDA kicks out a split second post three~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….MIKE HARRISON!!!!!
Smith: I can’t believe it!
Hood: Yes! YES!
Smith: OGDA had all the momentum yet, somehow, Harrison reaches up, from the grave and snatches victory from the jaws of defeat!
Hood: Take that you fuckin weirdo! Harrison has just evened this rivalry up at one apiece!
Smith: Indeed he has…albeit, barely. OGDA nearly kicked out before three
Hood: It doesn’t matter! Harrison scored the three!
Smith: What does this mean moving forward? Does Harrison get thrust into the Craze Title conversation? I really, really did not expect this
Hood: Good on Harrison for righting the ship. Way to go, Mike! Glad to have you back!
Smith: What a shocker, folks. I’m stunned, absolutely stunned
I have just the thing to wear
I'm a superhero"
It's mayhem!
It's Madness!
Sally is sad cuz she didn't get a hug!~
I'm a superhero
Look at me go"
Hugs!
Lowfives!
Selfies!
All of this going on as OCW's Superhero makes his way to the ring....~
Everyone is happy!
Sally got a hug!
There is so much happiness as the OGDA rolls into the ring and climbs the nearest set of turnbuckles!~
~We cut backstage one more time…at least, we think it’s backstage. It’s difficult to tell, as all we can see is an out-of-focus bluish glow gleaming from out of relative darkness. As our cameraman pans out little by little, the blue light becomes less blurry, forming into five blacklight-illuminated letters on a t-shirt:
“PARAS”
~The Massacre crowd can be heard going wild back in the arena as the words “TWO-TIME HALL OF FAMER” encircle the familiar name in a peaceful gleaming white before the wearer of the shirt finally is in view. The #1 Contender sits cross-legged on a glowing blue yoga mat on the backstage floor. A brightly-shining blue and white tapestry bearing a blacklight image of a much younger “Perfect” Paul Paras raising the OCW Heavyweight Championship proudly skyward hangs behind the present-day Paul Paras, giving shape to his silhouette in the darkened room. The dull glow of a television monitor showing the latest events of this week’s Massacre lights up the features of the Minnesota Messiah’s face, including what could only be described as a signature Paul Paras smirk.~
Paul Paras: The ancient masters of Triple P Yoga once said that the glory of fame, Matt Meyhu, glides not upon the winds of yearning, but on the winds of change… And what better change can one make than to honor that which he has previously misunderstood? The OCW Hall of Fame was once a mere legend; a façade without a face; an attic without a foundation. So many men and women have been honored in its transient halls without the halls ever taking form—until next week, that is.
Next week, the ground will break, and the ribbon will sever, as a Hall of Fame worthy of this company’s storied history finds its vessel. Last week, Matt, I did you the honor of explaining to you exactly what makes me the most prolific Hall of Famer in this company’s history, and now, you’ve so kindly invited me to join you on the big stage next Monday to ring in the Hall of Fame’s future. You’re a gentleman and a student of sound ideology. What OCW fan would not want to see the lineup of Hall of Famers that will be present next week, including both you and me?
~The dull roar of the fans responds from afar. Paras’ expression grows more solemn as he takes a deep, meditative breath.~
Paul Paras: What you are not, however, is understanding. You don’t appear to understand that a guest cannot invite a man to the man’s own home. You don’t understand that one man, the man who sits before you today and haunts your dreams at night, was the man who truly built the OCW Hall of Fame decades ago with his own blood and sweat and the tears of his opponents. For me, Matt Meyhu, the OCW Hall of Fame building is merely a formality in a two-time Hall of Fame career, but you need to understand—that OCW Heavyweight Championship is anything but.
~Paras slowly rises to his feet using only his own core strength, coming face-to-face with the blacklight tapestry of his 2001 self. The Zen Master looks up at the illustration of his golden prize, glowing an electric white, and laughs under his breath before his barely-visible eyes meet the camera.~
Paul Paras: Eighteen years ago, that OCW Title was the final piece in my first Hall of Fame bid. Eighteen years later, another kid with a big talent and a bigger ego is walking around with that belt and all the confidence in the world. But Matt, while you have been a great OCW Champion and have taken every opportunity to talk about all the Hall of Famers you’ve dropped along the way, you, quite simply, don’t understand. I am not just another OCW Hall of Fame wrestler. I’m Paul Paras, two-time OCW Hall of Famer. At Throwback, I’ll be Paul Paras, two-time OCW World Heavyweight Champion. And next week…
~The smirk returns.~
Paul Paras: …Allow me to invite you into my home. You wouldn’t miss it for the world.
~The monitor and blacklight turn off simultaneously, leaving the screen in total darkness.~
Smith: Paul Paras CONFIRMED for the Hall of Fame ground breaking!
Hood: I'm sure this will all go down without a fuss
Smith: Yea, right. But Paras speaks the truth...he's a two time Hall of Famer. He's one of the key architects that helped design the OCW we all currently enjoy. Paras not only displayed tremendous in ring ability and athletic success, he also lured several key talents into the OCW family.
Hood: El Linchador, The Big Bifford, Everlast, JD Tyson, Special K...I'm sure there were others.
Smith: Yep, Paras and Mario are vital cogs in the engine that keeps this train rolling. His legend, his mystique, his aura will be tough enough for Meyhu to overcome. You combine that with the man's talent and, well, Meyhu is facing, arguably, the toughest challenge of his career.
Hood: Damnit man, I don't want to hear this nonsense! Meyhu all the way!
Smith: It's a match I cannot wait to see.
~‘Eye of the Tiger’ blasts away as the crowd gets up off their feet, giving their own reaction towards PerZag. Most cheer for him, whilst some still boo The Worthiest of Them All. PerZag walks down the ramp, microphone in hand, towards the ring. Once he reaches the ring area, he heads straight for the steel steps, walking up them, before stepping into the ring. He walks around the ring, taking in the cheers from the crowd, whilst ignoring the boos that also follow. He stops in the center of the ring, and looks out around the crowd~
PerZag: So, I guess it’s time for Massacre to be Worthy then.
~The crowd starts cheering PerZag~
PerZag: Well about fucking time. You people don’t know what true fucking worth is. Bunch of fucking morons.
~The crowd starts booing PerZag, and he smiles whilst in the ring~
PerZag: There we go, that’s what I am talking about. This feels right. Now, I guess you all might be wondering why I am out here tonight. I’ve got no match. There is no opponent for me to fight, cause, well, nobody is Worthy. And I guess there is nobody to interrupt me either.
~PerZag stops, and stares down the ramp, towards the back, and gives a little smirk~
PerZag: See, there is nobody who is willing to step in the ring with me. Especially not after what I did to Brianna Casablancas last week.
~The crowd starts booing PerZag~
PerZag: What? You all saw it, didn’t you? I completely destroyed her. She didn’t stand a chance. And, guess what? Nobody has even heard from her since. The undefeated competitor of 2014 got destroyed by the Newcomer of 2014. How about that? Now, I feel invincible. I feel really fucking WORTHY! And, well, Brianna feels like crap.
~PerZag starts laughing as the crowd boos him once more~
PerZag: Seriously people. Make up your fucking mind. Boo me, cheer me, you get to choose, just fucking decide already. But, now, let’s get to the fucking point.
~The crowd goes quiet as they await what PerZag has to say~
PerZag: So, apparently we have some tag team crap about the tag team titles going around, and now I have to find a tag team partner. I really don’t know why they just don’t hand the Tag titles over to me. I would be the best tag team champions in history, and hell………
~PerZag points to a nine year old fan in the front row~
PerZag: This kid right here could be my tag team partner.
~PerZag stops as the fans start cheering for the nine year old kid. He shakes his head, and continues~
PerZag: Yeah, well, I’m not a stupid moron who thinks putting a nine year old in the tag team title picture is a good idea. It’s just fucking stupid.
~The crowd starts to boo PerZag again as he shakes his head~
PerZag: They boo me, they cheer me, well, you better make up your mind soon, because what I have to say next is one big fucking deal.
~PerZag waits for the crowd to quiet down again, and then continues~
PerZag: So, now I have to find a Tag Team partner to fight at Throwback, and, well, I had no fucking clue what to do. I took a look at the history of this place, the current roster, the honourable mentions list, the Hall of Famers, and then I thought back to all the old roster members of 2014, and well, there are so many to choose from, but who really wants to see Richard or James Carson or B Minus or the other ‘Who The Fuck’s’ from the past.
So, I decided to tell OCW to just fuck off, to not even bother putting me in the tag team division. I deserve to be fighting for my OCW Championship anyhow. But, you know what, fuck it, I may as well fight for the OCW Tag Team Championships. I have never held that gold anyhow. But, if OCW wants me to even step into this ring in a Tag Team match, I have one request to be made. And that is one special tag team partner. And seeing as Vargas and Grenier have decided to fight for the Tag Titles without even seeing if I was interested, so you know what? Fuck them. Hell, fuck Team 2015 in general. That was the worst year afterall. No, if you all truly want to see me fight for the Tag Team titles, you have to give me the best. The greatest that OCW has ever seen, because only the best can team up with the Worthiest.
~PerZag rolls his eyes as he looks out at the fans who start cheering different names~
PerZag: And no, it ain’t fucking Matt Meyhu. He is nowhere near the fucking best in OCW. Hell, he hasn’t even competed against The Worthiest. He hasn’t touched the surface of the best in OCW. And no, I am not bringing back past Operation Zero members. Syren nor Pryde are going to be teaming with me. No, I am talking about the tip-top. The true greatest in OCW history. Hell, if he agrees, this will be the true Wake Up Call that OCW needs.
Smith: Wait a second, did he just reference who I think it is.
Hood: How am I supposed to know what you are thinking, dumbass?
~PerZag turns and faces the closest camera to him~
PerZag: This message right here, right now, is for you……...Lurrr.
~The crowd starts cheering loudly as PerZag stares straight into the camera~
PerZag: Lurrr, you are definitely the greatest competitor this company has ever had, the best of the best, the true Champion of Champions, and, well, I did say that if I was going to fight for these Tag Team Championships, it would be with the best of the best. So, I know you are watching Lurrr. I know you are paying attention to what goes down in this company just in case there is someone for you to put on a dream match with. Well, instead of a dream match, let’s go with something a little different. Let’s create THE Dream Team.
The best in OCW history, and the Worthiest in OCW history fighting for the tag gold. There would be no better team. Not Maurako or Cyanide. Not O’Donnell or Canon. Not Grenier or Vargas. Nobody could step up to the best and the Worthy. No one.
~PerZag pauses one last time~
PerZag: There is only one person to team with The Worthiest of All, and that is you……...LURRR!
~PerZag drops the mic on the ground, creating a loud thumping sound before leaving the ring as the crowd starts cheering for Lurrr, whilst a small group cheers for PerZag too. PerZag walks backstage, not taking another look at the crowd as the scene cuts back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: PerZag just offered Lurrr the spot on his team!
Hood: He's shooting for the moon, I'll give him that
Smith: Do you think Lurrr will accept?
Hood: Fuck no. The guy has transcended normal booking. He's sitting back, waiting for some hall of famer to challenge him for his HOF title.
Smith: I don't know, Hood. We saw him at Death March and he certainly seemed to enjoy the limelight. I think he might see this as a nice opportunity of getting back in the ring, testing out his skills.
Hood: If he does...and that's a big fucking if...PerZag and Lurrr will steam roll Alice and Roach. Oh man, the thought of Lurrr putting Alice down is too much. DON'T GET MY HOPES UP!
Smith: Lurrr has until next week to accept PerZag's offer...otherwise, PerZag is going to have to find someone else if he hopes to remain in contention for those tag titles. Anyway, earlier tonight Mike Zybala announced the participants of the Mike Roth Memorial Tournament...the winner will receive a Craze Title Shot. Let's take a look at those brackets before we get to our main event!
~We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Some interesting brackets
Hood: Grenier has to be the favorite
Smith: I'd agree...although Roach will be a tough out. This could be the launching point for Roach's 2019 campaign
Hood: And Zolton...if there ever was a chance to make an impact, this is it
Smith: Yep, but he's got to get through Hellraven if he wants to make the finals. That won't be easy
Hood: I love how we're just ignoring the first round opponents of the aforementioned four
Smith: Well, I mean, ya know
Hood: Yes, I know
Smith: That tournament should be an exciting event! And, speaking of excitement...it's time for our main event! Vincent Langston is set to defend his OCW Savage Championship against Ed Houston! Let's head down to ringside!
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Main Event
OCW Savage Championship
Vincent “The Legend” Langston © (19-2) vs. Ed Houston (17-8)
~It’s been a long night but not TOO long. These fans are aching for 9 additional inches of pleasure in the form of some SAVAGE ACTION. And, if you’re wondering why I went with that analogy well, then, that makes two of us. Anyway…the fans are on their feet, eagerly anticipating the most regal voice clearance in the history of throats. And then…it happens! Belvedere clears his throat and the crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening!! This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OCW Savage Championship!!! This contest will be held under SAVAGE rules which means there are no disqualifications and no count outs. It also means this is falls count anywhere!!! Introducing first, the challenger…
~The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. Rocket Man starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. He stops by fans in the crowd and high fives them. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he waves to the crowd~
Belvedere: From Miami, Florida…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 175lbs…he is the 2018 Face of the Year…ladies and gentlemen…Ed Houston!!!
Smith: Big opportunity for Ed Houston! He’s coming off of a great 2018 where he captured the Craze Championship and the final OCW LightWeight Championship. This year, he could begin things with the OCW Savage Championship.
Hood: Guy’s resume is beginning to look like a mother of five’s grocery list.
Smith: Did you know you can order groceries online and simply pick them up?
Hood: But that would prevent me from being able to toss campy, borderline creepy pick up lines at the single mothers of five!
Smith: I’ll give you the website when we go off the air
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~"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. He jumps over the ropes, lands in the ring, and lets out a loud yell to the crowd, before turning back to his corner~
Belvedere: From Washington D.C., standing 6’4 and weighing in at 230lbs…he is the OCW Savage Champion…Vincent “The Legend” Langston!!!!
Smith: The champion looks to be in great shape!
Hood: He obviously avoided gingerbread and egg nog over the holiday season
Smith: Well he had to have known this match was coming. Ed Houston earned this shot nearly two months ago.
Hood: Plus, he’s got KING INFINITY on the horizon
Smith: Indeed…a man he’s determined to get his hands on. In Langston’s mind he owes Aidan Collins some serious payback
~Langston removes the belt from around his waist. Belvedere reaches out, offering to take it with him. Langston doesn’t budge. Belvedere holds his hands up as if to say “Alright, no big deal” and he exits the ring~
~Right before it seems like Scruff is going to start the match, the opening chords of “Penetrating Eye” by the Oh Sees hits the arena’s speakers.~
Hood: It’s Aidan Collins!
~Much to Vincent Langston’s chagrin, King Infinity walks out from the back. He points down the entrance ramp towards Langston with a smile as he walks down the ramp.~
Smith: It’s the man Vincent will be battling at Throwback. Needless to say, our Savage Champion is not happy about this.
Hood: Wait, I think Aidan’s coming over here! Awesome! Now I can talk to someone cool for once!
~Langston yells out at Aidan, who is unfazed and joins Hood and Smith on commentary, putting on a headset and sitting down with the team.~
Aidan Collins: What’s up, you degenerates?
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, we have been joined by “King Infinity”, Aidan Collins. Welcome, Aidan.
Hood: This is the Face of OCW, Smith. You put respect on that name!
Aidan Collins: Hell yeah, dude. This guy knows what’s up. I’m the shit.
~Scruff calls the bell and it sounds! We are underway!~
Smith: And it appears as though Langston is going to start this match with his belt in hand
Hood: Champion’s advantage!
Smith: I don’t like it but, it is, under these rules…perfectly legal
Aidan Collins: What the fuck am I even watching? He looks like he’s Joe Jackson getting ready to beat Michael’s ass.
Hood: Ed Houston needs a brother Tito to come help him!
~Houston sizes Langston up. His mind seems to be racing across any and every route that doesn’t end with him getting smashed in the face by Langston’s giant, rough plated Savage championship. Langston holds the title by the strap. The belt hands with the other strap dragging across the canvas. Ed suddenly takes off toward Langston. Vincent, prepared, swings his title at Ed. Houston dodges the blow and grabs the loose strap. He slides between Langston’s legs, ripping the title from Vincent’s hands! Langston stumbles forward. Ed pops to his feet behind Langston. He runs toward the ropes and hops onto the middle rope, springboarding off. Vincent turns around and is met with a belt shot to the head!!! Langston stumbles back, through the ropes and to the outside!! The crowd goes wild! Ed, still on his feet, looks into the camera. He holds the Savage Title high which raises the volume of the OCW Arena’s cheers~
Aidan Collins: Rocket Man…burning out his fuse here alone!
Smith: Tremendous opening sequence for The Rocket Man. He ripped the advantage right out of the champion’s hands!
Hood: No shit. Pretty decent baseball slide, too. You think Ed played baseball?
Smith: I couldn’t tell you
Hood: He used a baseball metaphor earlier this week. I’m thinking he was your prototypical lead off hitter. Consistent contact hitter with speed. However, when it comes to cranking some deep balls the guy was pathetic.
Smith: Wow, you should scout for the Oakland As….
Aidan Collins: Uh, Smith, I think Hood was using a metaphor of his own that Houston fucks fast but his dick’s small, Smith.
~Houston drops the Savage Title and heads for the corner. Langston is leaning against the barricade, holding his forehead. He looks at his hand and finds it dry…no blood has been spilled, yet. Houston reaches the top buckle and looks all the way down at Langston. He leaps off, high into the air and comes crashing down with a crossbody!! Langston catches him!! The crowd is stunned! The barricade acting as support helped but it’s still a freaky show of strength. Langston tosses Houston over his shoulder and charges for the post! Houston slips off and Vincent barrels shoulder first into the post!! His legs slam into the steps and his body flips over the steps landing with a loud THUD on the other side!! Houston takes a moment to gather himself after nearly being run face first into the steel post~
Smith: Vincent Langston is scary big and scary strong.
Aidan Collins: Do you want to fuck him or something, dude? Now’s the time to make your move if that’s the case. I’m pretty sure he’s knocked out right now.
Hood: Langston is a dummy. Guy just ran right into the post!
Smith: Need to give Houston’s awareness some credit for getting out of the way of disaster
Hood: True, so that makes him smarter than, what…a squirrel?
Aidan Collins: Don’t hate. Dude works part-time at NASA... I know what you’re saying. “Yes, Aidan, but it’s as a janitor”. Well, he’s part of the goddamn team, okay? When an astronaut gets diarrhea eating dehydrated space food, who’s there to mop it up? Ed goddamn Houston is there, that’s who. He’s seen that Harland Williams movie. He knows it’s only a matter of time before they give him the keys to a rocket and let him take off. Like he’s Matt Damon in that one movie, or Matthew McConaughey in that other movie. Let the man dream!
~Houston refocuses and runs toward the steps. He leaps up, onto the top step and finds Langston getting to his feet. Vincent stands with his back facing Houston. Ed leaps off and onto Vincent’s shoulders in the Electric Chair position. He swiftly turns, changing positions and tosses Langston back to the ground with a Frankensteiner!! The fans go wild!! Ed kips up and salutes the crowd with a hand in the air! A ‘HOUSTON’ chant follows~
Smith: Great athleticism and agility being shown by the 2018 Face of the Year!
Hood: I heard Aidan Collins is in the running for Times MAN of the Year
Smith: Where did you hear that?!
Hood: My…sources
Smith: I think Aidan just slipped you money under the table.
Aidan Collins: Grow up, Smith. That was for drugs.
~Langston is kneeling with his hands braded upon the side of the barricade. He continues to catch his breath and attempt a quick recovery from Ed’s assault. Houston returns his focus to Langston. He charges in, full steam ahead. Langston gets to his feet and turns around…he ducks and lifts Ed high into the air with a back body drop!! The fans at ringside catch Ed! Vincent turns around to assess the damage. The fans throw Ed back over the barricade…he hooks Langston’s head and drops him with a Tornado DDT on the outside floor!!! Langston appears to be out! The crowd is on their feet, stomping and clapping…they are 100% behind the Rocket Man!~
Smith: Ed Houston continues to maintain control over Langston…this time with an assist from the fans!
Aidan Collins: I don’t know, I think it’s just human instinct that when you catch a midget, you toss him.
Hood: That should be illegal! Little people are people too, sorta.
Smith: It’s no DQ, Hood
Hood: Every time someone says no DQ I ask myself “What’s this guy got against Dairy Queen?”
Smith: Really…
Hood: Yep…which would suck for Ed. He looks like the kinda guy that enjoys a good Blizzard.
Aidan Collins: Was that a plug for ice cream?
~Langston rolls onto his stomach and starts to push up to his knees. Ed turns his focus back to the ailing Savage champion. Langston rises to one knee. Ed drills Vincent in the head with a few right hands before tossing him back into the ring. Houston rushes up the steps and hops atop the corner. He leaps off at Langston. Vincent grabs the Savage belt and drills Ed in the knee on the way down!! The fans boo! Ed grabs for his knee and rolls around the ring, in pain. Langston drops to one knee and plants his fist into the ground for support. He’s obviously shaken from the punishment he’s received. He retains control of the championship with his free hand~
Smith: Ed should have kept the title with him!
Hood: Probably a smart move to not leave the only weapon in the match (thus far) lying around
Smith: To my knowledge Ed hasn’t participated in many matches like this, in his OCW career…so perhaps we can chalk it up to a learning experience.
Aidan Collins: I didn’t realize it took a rocket scientist to figure out that hitting people with metal objects will injure them.
Hood: It’s always a learning experience with this kid! NASA at least saw through that bullshit
~Langston marches forward and stands over Houston. He attempts to drop the title onto Ed’s knee but Ed moves!! Langston lands on the mat! He grimaces. The title is atop the mat. Langston checks his elbow for lacerations. Houston gets to one leg (his good leg) and hops into a corner. He measures Langston up. He checks his knee…it’s OKAY. He charges forward. Vincent grabs his belt and dives at Ed’s injured leg, slamming the belt right into the knee!!! Ed flips over, head first, landing on his back! He yells out in pain, reaching for his knee. Vincent pulls himself up. He tosses the title over his shoulder and stares down at the challenger~
Smith: That might have dislocated Ed’s knee!
Hood: Houston we have a problem!
Smith: I can’t believe it took you THIS long to finally drop that line during an Ed Houston match
Hood: I’m slipping.
~Houston stops writhing around and curls up, holding his knee. Langston stands over The Rocket Man and, using his giant boot, gives him an arrogant kick in the face. He continues to kick, poke, and prod Ed’s face with his giant boot. Houston rolls onto the apron, hoping the ropes will act as a barrier, protecting him from Langston. Vincent takes his belt and tosses it into a corner. He reaches down and grabs Ed by the hair between the middle and bottom ropes. He drags Ed between those ropes and back into the center of the ring. He swiftly transitions, snaring Ed’s bad leg. Houston holds his arms up, pleading with Langston to leave his leg along. No such luck. Langston comes down with a vicious elbow across Ed’s knee!! Ed yells out in pain and tries to bring his knee in, but Langston lays atop it, bending and torqueing it, applying unnatural pressure to the afflicted joint~
Smith: This is borderline torture
Aidan Collins: You can tell that Langston is getting off to this and he isn’t even saying “no homo”.
Hood: Yea well that’s what Ed gets for being all flippy and shit early on.
Smith: He was trying to win!
Hood: Yes and so is Langston…two men going about it in completely different fashions
Aidan Collins: Houston doesn’t seem to have a counter to this move, so it looks like he’s going to be here for a long long time.
~Houston lays down, grimacing in pain. Scruff motions to count the pin. Houston sits up, quickly. Langston begins to punch away at Ed’s knee. Houston squirms and yells and tries to pry his leg free, but can’t. Langston dives forward with a head butt into Houston’s knee!! Ed falls back onto the mat, exhausted from the pain crippling his body. Scruff slides in to make the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!
Smith: Ed with the shoulder up! He’s got to be careful in this position
Hood: Dude should just give it up. Live to crash another day
Smith: Ed is soaring higher than ever before right now…no way is he going to let this opportunity slip away without a fight
Aidan Collins: He just needs to lay a trap for Langston. That’s Chapter 1 of Aidan Collins’ “Guide to Fucking up Langston” which will be demonstrated at Throwback.
~Houston, sitting up, realizes he’s got to do something. So, he reaches forward and grabs Langston by the hair. Vincent applies more pressure to the knee as a result. Ed yanks Vincent’s head back and, using his free hand, reaches over and claws at Langston’s eyes. The Legend yells out in pain. He refuses to let go…so Ed digs in deeper. Finally, Vincent releases Ed’s leg!! Houston backslides away, quickly until he brushes up against the ropes. He uses the ropes to get to one leg. Langston rolls over and gets to one knee. He glares at Ed with red, irritated eyes. Langston yells out and charges at Ed. Houston moves out of the way! Langston gets hung up in the ropes, his midsection teetering over the middle rope. Ed yanks him back in the ring and rolls him up! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Aidan Collins: That was three!
Smith: Whoa!! Ed nearly stunned the Savage Champion!
Hood: Langston has GOT to calm down. His overzealous, naiveté cost him at Death March and it nearly cost him just now
Smith: The man is immensely talented…so much so that we sometimes forget he’s still, basically, a rookie
Aidan Collins: And by ‘rookie’, you mean ‘big dumb idiot’.
~Houston tries to get to his feet but his bad knee fails him. He drops to one knee. Langston has no issue returning to his feet. He drills a downward elbow into the back of Ed’s neck! Houston flattens out on the mat. Langston snares a hand full of Ed’s hair and lifts him up. He grabs hold of Ed’s leg and lifts him up, high in the air…he brings Ed crashing down with his knee coming down across Langston’s leg!! Houston falls to the mat, holding his knee, rolling around in pain. The crowd boos The Legend~
Smith: Ah, dang it! That knee is shot
Aidan Collins: Dude’s looking like D-Rose out there.
Hood: I guess we won’t be seeing Ed at Throwback now
Smith: I wouldn’t count the kid out, Hood. He’s been fighting the odds ever since he joined OCW in 2017!
~Vincent stomps on Houston to slow his movements. It works. Houston becomes relatively motionless. Vincent methodically bends over and reaches for Ed’s hair. He yanks The Rocket Man to his feet and grabs his bad leg. He spins to the mat quickly with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip!!! Houston yells out in pain, reaching for his leg. Langston makes the cover, hooking both legs. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3…NO! Shoulder Up!!
Smith: Houston with the shoulder coming up at the last second!
Hood: More guts than brains, Smith. He’s going to become the one legged man after this match
Smith: Let’s hope that doesn’t happen
Aidan Collins: We’ll have to start calling him Pogo.
~Langston doesn’t let the failed pin attempt deter him. He returns to his feet and snares Ed by the hair again, peeling The Rocket Man off the mat. Again he grabs hold of Ed’s bad leg. He hoists Ed up, looking to drive his knee down across his leg for a second time. At the apex of the move, Ed jabs Langston in the face!! The Legend is stunned! Ed dives down Langston’s back and rolls him over with a Sunset Flip!! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: So close!! Ed’s hanging in there!
Aidan Collins: Cowboys lost. Eagles lost. If Langston loses his belt, this week will fucking rule!
Hood: Houston’s like a fucking cock roach…thing just won’t die
Smith: We already saw one of those earlier this evening
Hood: Ah, I love Roach. Guy is a future OCW Champion! Unlike this NASA flunky
Aidan Collins: Hell yeah, dude. I saw Roach eat a beer backstage earlier. Like literally took a bite out of a can of Budweiser. I’m pretty sure it was unsafe to eat aluminum like that, but Roach does not give a fuck.
~Houston crawls toward the nearest corner. He uses the ropes to get back to one leg. Vincent pops back to his feet, furious. Ed looks down, his feet are standing atop the Savage belt. Langston charges at Houston! Langston leaps in the air for a big splash. Houston ducks, grabs the titles and rolls out of the way. Langston SLAMS into the corner!! He backs up, stumbling, shaking his head. Houston fights to his feet, standing on the one good leg. He has the belt in his hands. He hobbles over to Langston. Vincent turns around and Houston lunges forward, driving the belt right through the forehead of The Legend!! The crowd goes wild!! Langston is on his back, eyes shut. Houston falls to one knee before rolling over, reaching for his bad leg. He retains the belt with his other hand~
Smith: And Ed Houston has reset this match back to zero!! If he can somehow get that leg to function – just enough, he might win this!
Hood: Fucking Langston leaping before he looks once again.
Smith: His anger and frustration has definitely cost him in this match. Will it cost him the Savage Championship? That remains to be seen
Aidan Collins: Stop holding your knee like Peter Griffin, Houston, and fucking finish him!
~Houston rolls over onto his stomach. He crawls toward Langston. We see a breach in Langston’s forehead. Some blood begins to make its way down the side of his head, creating a tiny pool on the mat. Houston reaches Langston and throws an arm over the man’s giant, barrel-like chest. Scruff is about to count when Langston sits up! He wraps his hand around Ed’s throat! The crowd is stunned! Ed is stunned! Langston gets to his feet, bringing Ed along for the ride. He hoists Ed up, high in the air for a chokeslam. He spots the title, which Ed left behind for the pin attempt. He’s about to drive Ed into the title when Houston manages to wiggle free!! Ed grabs Langston’s arm and takes him to the mat with an armbar!!! The crowd is going wild!! Langston wiggles around, grimacing in pain! More blood begins to get pushed through the cut on his forehead. He reaches around for the ropes with his legs and free arm, but he’s in the middle of the ring! Scruff slides in, asking Vincent if he wants to give it up…Langston looks like he wants to massacre Scruff for asking~
Smith: An armbar!! I’ve never seen Ed use an armbar before!
Aidan Collins: I invented that move. The Gracies stole that shit from me!
Smith: Langston is in trouble…that armbar is deep! He may have no choice but to give it up!
Hood: Oh so Langston should give it up in an effort to prevent injury…but not Ed.
Smith: With all due respect to Ed Houston, he doesn’t have a #1 Contenders match in two weeks
Aidan Collins: With all due respect: deez nutz.
~Langston, making use of his massive weight advantage, begins to slide and pull Ed toward the ropes. Houston is pretty much helpless. He can’t pull Langston back, but he doesn’t want to let go of the hold, either…so, he begins to think about his next move while continuing to apply pressure. Vincent reaches the ropes. Scruff yells for a break. Houston holds on for the full five count before releasing. Langston positions himself on the apron where he reaches for his shoulder, grimacing. Houston hobbles to his feet, his knee is still in rough shape. Ed snares the Savage championship. He turns around and sees Langston on his feet, atop the apron~
Aidan Collins: Houston, look out!
Smith: Ed’s hurt, Langston’s hurt…both men are on their feet, wounded, staring one another down
Hood: Yea, but Ed has the title! If the guy had any brains he’d use it
Smith: And how does he go about doing that, Hood? Langston is staring right at him
Hood: King Infinity would find a way
Aidan Collins: Damn straight.
~Houston throws the title at Langston’s face! Vincent catches the belt! Ed stumble-sprints forward and slides between Langston’s legs. The distracted Langston looks around, trying to figure out where Ed went. Houston stomachs the pain shooting through his knee and grabs Vincent’s legs, yanking them off the apron. Langston drops to the floor but avoids slamming face first into the apron. He turns, facing Ed and slings the belt at Ed’s face…Houston ducks the belt shot and goes for a Pele Kick…but his leg is too weak! He drops to one knee with his back facing Langston. The Legend slams the belt into the back of Ed’s head!! Houston falls face first to the floor…the crowd boos heavily~
Aidan Collins: Well, that’s not ideal.
Smith: That injured knee is going to be hard for Ed to overcome
Hood: Ya think?
Smith: Hey, I’m simply calling the action
Hood: You’re calling it like we’ve got this huge ass blind following.
~Langston rolls Ed onto his back and goes for the pin. Scruff slides out of the ring and makes the count on the outside~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!
Smith: And Ed stays alive!
Hood: Why wasn’t Scruff in position? The hell does he do in that ring most of the time, aside from NOT PAY ATTENTION TO THE ACTION
Aidan Collins: Are you guys really expecting competence from a heroin addict?
Smith: You’re asking me to get into the mind of a man nobody understands
Hood: Well, Alice understands him
Smith: Ah, Alice…so glad she’s back
Aidan Collins: Eh, she’s aight.
~Langston walks over to the steel steps. He removes the top potion and sets it next to the bottom portion, creating a larger platform. He grabs Ed and lifts him up, slamming him onto the metal platform. Houston grimaces, but remains on his back. Langston steps up onto the apron, looking down at Ed~
Smith: What’s the big man going to do?
Aidan Collins: Go splat! Haha!
Hood: Don’t venture out of your wheel house, Vincent!
Smith: I think he feels as though he’s got to go the extra mile to keep Ed down
Hood: STAY IN YOUR FUCKING LANE
Aidan Collins: Do it, ya’ fucking bitch!
~Langston looks at the corner. He heads that way. The fans all rise with anticipation. Langston scales the buckles. He gets all the way to the very top. He takes a step onto the ring post with one foot. He looks down at Ed. It’s a long fall~
Smith: No! Don’t do it!
Hood: I’m actually kinda with you on this
Aidan Collins: Fuck you guys. This is going to be great!
~Langston steps off and leaps into the air with a Senton!!! He drops all the way down…HOUSTON MOVES!! Vincent’s back CRASHES into the steps! His weight creates a giant crater! His body is wedged into the warped metal!! He’s not moving! The fans chant ‘HOLY SHIT!’ Ed is leaning against the barricade, breathing heavily and holding his knee~
Smith: A massive swing and miss by the Savage champion!
Hood: He didn’t stay in his lane
Aidan Collins: BA DA DA DA-DAH! I’M FUCKING LOVING IT! As god as my witness, he just Christopher Reeves’d himself! HAHAHA!
~Houston gets up, feeling a sense of urgency. He grabs Langston by the hair and yanks him forward. It takes a few tries before he’s finally able to pry Langston’s lifeless body from the recently, quasi-molded metal. But, he does…and he tosses the lifeless Langston back, into the ring. He snares the Savage Title, tossing it in under the bottom rope. He crawls in and makes a cover~
1!
2!
3!!
NO!! Shoulder Up!!
Smith: Langston refuses to go down!
Aidan Collins: It seems like you know this from experience.
~Ed takes the Savage Title and slams it into Langston’s head several times. He doesn’t stop until he gets the vibe that Langston won’t be moving for awhile. He then stands and looks to the corner. The crowd cheers him on~
Smith: Blastoff? Is he going to attempt Blastoff with ONE GOOD LEG?
Hood: He’s going to crash and burn. Just ask NASA, they know the guy is a habitual crash and burner
Smith: C’mon, Ed! You can do it!
Aidan Collins: R Kelly believes you can fly, Ed! Land this and he’ll share a fourteen year old with you!
~Houston gingerly scales the corner. Langston is still out. Ed reaches the top buckle and looks down at the Savage Champion, who is in perfect position. Ed slaps at his knee, it stabilizes. He takes a deep breath and looks up into the heavens for support. He then leaps off and flips over in the air with a picture perfect Shooting Star Press!!! He hits it!! Blastoff!!! The ring shakes from impact!! The crowd leaps to their feet!! What a moment!!! Ed holds onto his knee for a second before crawling over and covering Langston! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
Smith: Wait a minute…what happened?
Hood: Was that three?
~Scruff holds up two fingers as Ed’s body is yanked from the ring. He hits the floor, stunned. He turns around and sees MACK O’CONNOR staring him down. The crowd BOOS louder than they’ve booed in at least 7 days~
Smith: Mack O’Connor just robbed Ed of victory!
Hood: The Paradigm Champion isn’t having any of this shit!
Smith: He’s jealous over Ed’s success!
Aidan Collins: Yo, this is messed up! He had him!
~Ed pleads with Mack, wondering why he’d get in his way of securing the biggest win of his OCW career. Mack simply shrugs, reaches back and drills Ed with a straight right hand! Ed stumbles into the steps, which keep him propped up. Mack lunges forward with his right leg, kicking Ed in the knee. Ed yells out in pain, dropping to the ground. Mack snares Ed and hurls him back in under the bottom rope~
Aidan Collins: Are you kidding me?
Smith: What a jerk! Not this way! Don’t let it end this way!
Hood: Hey, Mack is simply trying to get his name up there for some of those awards
Smith: Well I hope he’s shut out! That is, unless there’s an award for JERK OF THE MONTH
Aidan Collins: What the hell is going on?! I should do something about this!
~Houston tries to get to his feet. He’s still fighting. Langston sits up and gets to his. Houston looks out at Mack, holding his knee. There’s some blood at the edge of Houston’s mouth where Mack’s punch landed. Mack points at Ed, telling him to turn around. Houston turns around and he gets smashed in the head by the Savage belt, courtesy of Vincent Langston. He falls to the mat, motionless. Langston pulls Ed off the mat, hooks him and delivers SCARS OF WAR. Scruff slides in to make the count~
Aidan Collins: Not this way!
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings. The crowd BOOOOOS~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…and STILL OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION….VINCENT “THE LEGEND” LANGSTON!!!!!
Smith: Disgusting…absolutely abhorred.
Hood: Hey, Savage rules, bro
Aidan Collins: Savage rules, eh?