OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, February 18th 2019
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida
~It's been a long day after a long weekend...we've got a long week coming up...so we aren't really focused on anything particular. We just sit down and turn on the TV. Massacre is just about to get underway. The screen cuts to the sold out OCW Arena in Key West, Florida~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I'm your host, Smith and alongside me as always is Hood
Hood: Man I'm tired can we just cut straight to the show and skip all the intro hype?
Smith: As you wish, Hood. Our opening match is coming your way right now!
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Tison Kalei (0-0) vs. John E Depth (1-3)
~John E Depth is in the ring, admiring some of the female talent near ringside. The man seems to be in good spirits…he’s obviously still celebrating his breakthrough win from two weeks ago over GHOST MAN. Belvedere clears his throat to a strong ovation~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring from Hollywood, California…John E Depth!!!
Smith: Depth lost last week in his attempt to make it two wins in a row
Hood: Yep but he’s got a shot to rebound this week against this new guy
Smith: I’d say his chances are slim…barring some sort of paranormal abduction
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Among the cheers and boos from the crowd, "Pain" begins to play at [:10] the lights in the arena goes dark as White search lights begin to search the sold out crowd. Tison Kalei casually makes his way out from the entrance tunnel and onto the entrance stage. The search light shines on him as he is dressed in Black tactical gear. The camera is far off but then cuts to a cameraman on the stage in front of him as Tison looks around at the crowd with no expression on his face. Looking ahead at the ring, past the cameraman, with his hands, he begins to make fists while rotating his wrists as to loosen them before getting to the ringside area. A computer generated image appears on the screen of Tison's name before disappearing as he continues walking~
Belvedere: From The Island of Kaua'I…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 265lbs…Tison Kalei!!!
Smith: Our first look at Tison Kalei!
Hood: Big fucker
Smith: An impressive physical specimen, no doubt
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Smith: Alright…Tison’s initial test here in OCW. If he wants to have anything resembling a successful career then he needs a victory against Depth
Hood: Yep this is sort of like asking a person if they can see before they take their driver’s test. You don’t want blind people behind the wheel, Smith
Smith: That would be extremely dangerous
~Depth wastes no time. He’s giving the method he used to defeat Ghost Man a shot. He charges at Kalei and leaps into the air, looking to jam his pelvis into Tison’s face. Tison catches Depth in mid air!! Depth is already in powerbomb position. He looks around as if to say “I’ve made a huge mistake”~
Smith: Uh oh
Hood: Can’t fault the guy for trying
Smith: No you cannot
~Kalei charges toward Depth’s corner and powerbombs the B-Level porn director into the corner!!! Depth hits hard, suffering a good deal of whiplash! Kalei delivers a huge back elbow while Depth remains in the corner, smashing the wrecked body of John E even further. The fans are on their feet, sensing blood~
Smith: I don’t think this is going to last much longer
Hood: Captain Obvious to my left
Smith: Just doing my job
Depth stumbles out of the corner. Kalei hits the ropes, he comes off and catches Depth’s head, taking him down with a cutter (Kaua'i Kutter)!!!! Depth flips over onto his mat, ready to be pinned. Tison does not protest…he makes the cover~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…TISON KALEI!!!!!
Smith: Well, that was quick
Hood: Yep, Depth is back to the John E we all know and love
Smith: Impressive debut for Tison…like so many of these OCW newcomers, he appears to have a bright future
Hood: Yep…the competition will get tougher, we’ll see if he can hang
Smith: Indeed
~Arch Enemies Where the Eagles Flies plays.~
Hood: As promised, Bester is back!
Smith: Great.
~The second Bester steps out from the back he is booed. The booing is deafening and this causes Bester to stop and looks to be shocked.~
Hood: Well the Rainbow Warriors are letting him know how they feel!
Smith: I’m a little surprised by this.
~Clearly Bester wasn’t ready for this. As he walks down the isle, he spots some Shining Stars and extends his hand out for high fives and they turn their back towards him! Bester does this a couple more times and each time, he gets the cold shoulder.~
Hood: They have not forgiving him.
Smith: Does this mean he’s going away? I would be okay with this.
Hood: Bester is a star here in OCW. We can’t lose him. But he has to make good on this.
~Even at ring side, Bester is booed, Several Rainbow Warriors give him the thumbs down. He tries to high five some his Little Buddies and they won’t have it. Panic starts to set in for Bester as Bester climbs into the ring.~
Smith: Listen to this place!
Hood: They are really giving it to him!
~Bester, with a mic in hand stands in middle of the ring and the booing gets louder if you can believe that. He raises the mic to his lips and the crowd turns on him.~
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Smith: No chants?
Hood: Man! Feel the hate!
~The NO! chants continue and the fans are solidly together on this. As one voice, as loud as they can. NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!~
Bester: I’m Sorry….
Bester: Please! I beg you!
GO AWAY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
GO AWAY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
GO AWAY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Smith: That message is loud and clear. They do not want Bester here.
Hood: I almost feel sorry for him.
~Bester is stunned. He lets the mic slip from his hand and fall to the mat. He is clearly fighting back the tears.~
GO AWAY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
GO AWAY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
GO AWAY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
~Bester pinches the bridge of his nose and quickly wipes away some tears.~
*CLAP CLAP CLAP*
WE DON’T FORGIVE YOU!
*CLAP CLAP CLAP*
WE DON’T FORGIVE YOU!
*CLAP CLAP CLAP*
~Bester can’t hold them back anymore. The tears, they flow down his face, streams and streams of them. ~
Hood: Let’s, Let’s go to the back guys. This is too much right now and let’s get Bester help okay?
Smith: For a big guy he’s such a pus…
Hood: Not now Smith!
~We fade to the back as we see Bester drop to his knees and cover his face with his hands, crying……..~
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Singles Match
Aubrey Baxter (0-0) vs. Shootah (0-3)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, currently in the ring…from Hollywood, California…Shootah!!
~Shootah is wearing a helmet and bullet proof vest. He appears ready to take whatever punishment is dished out~
Smith: Is Shootah expecting Aubrey to bring a gun?
Hood: He’s from the mean streets of B-level porn apartment living
Smith: I’m not sure you’d call Deluxxx productions B-level. That might be aiming a bit too high
Hood: Oh, so you’ve seen their work!
Smith: NEVER
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Shades of pink lights begin to flicker around the stage area. "Whatever U Like" By Nicole Scherzinger (Feat. T.I.) blasts over the P.A. system! Aubrey Baxter comes from behind the curtain as she appears on the stage. She seductively takes a bow on the stage as she let's her hair fall, she comes back up and strokes her hair back as she makes her way down the entrance ramp way. Making her way over to the ring post, she sits up on the ring post and crosses her legs and poses while leaning over to her right side. She crawls under the ring and makes her way over to the center. She takes another bow and then poses once more~
Belvedere: From Toronto, Canada…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 132lbs…Aubrey Baxter!!!
Smith: And there’s Aubrey Baxter
Hood: Hot Damn!
Smith: Indeed
~Belvedere exits. The bell sounds~
Smith: By far the best looking woman Shootah has ever come into contact with
Hood: I hope he enjoys being the masochist in a sadomasochistic relationship
Smith: MUST we go there? Aubrey is a competitor…she is to be taken seriously
Hood: I’m sorry, did you say something?
Smith: Ugh
~Shootah pounds his vest like an alpha male, showing that he’s invincible. Aubrey charges forward, spearing Shootah in the midsection, driving him into the corner. Shootah, despite the efforts of his vest, is still winded. Aubrey turns around, grabs Shootah by the head and tosses him into the middle of the ring with a Snapmare Takeover!! She winds up ripping his helmet off. She looks at it and throws it into the crowd. Several middle aged men rush to grab it~
Smith: And he’s lost his head gear
Hood: Gotta strap that shit on tight, Shootah!
Smith: At least it provided a souvenir for a lucky fan
Hood: Yea, some lonely middle aged man will find olfactory euphoria
~Shootah’s equilibrium is thrown. He gets to his feet, staggering around. Baxter delivers a Scissors Kick, blasting Shootah right upside his unprotected head~
Smith: Ouch
Hood: That helmet would have come in handy there
~Shootah hits the ropes and stumbles forward, spinning around like a paper doll caught in the wind. Baxter leaps up, placing both knees into his back and takes him down with Break-A-B*tch (Backstabber)!!!! Shootah’s body shoots into the air a few feet before coming to rest, flat on his back, center of the ring. Aubrey makes the cover~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…AUBREY BAXTER!!!!!
Smith: Impressive debut for Baxter!
Hood: Yep she manhandled Shootah!
Smith: Womanhandled
Hood: Whatever
Smith: She’s certainly an impressive athlete with an extremely bright future moving forward
~Outside the OCW Arena, a 1980 Winnebago Chieftain pulls up and comes to a stop. After a minute the side door opens and Double J Joe Jones steps out of it, closing the door behind him. He is all smiles. As the cameraman rushes up to him.~
Joe :Whoah! Easy guy! Not so fast! The greatest tag team in professional wrestling today, tomorrow and forever is in there! But fret not! They are on a mission. And we will see them later tonight. I promise! But for right now. You need to leave! You need to give the greatest tag team alive some space!”
~The camera man backs up and Joe stands guard outside of the 1980 Winnebago~
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Singles Match
Trav Morgan (0-0) vs. Jack Puffer (0-2)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Currently in the ring, from Aurora, Illinois…Jack Puffer!!!
~Puffer listens to the minimal response. He turns, upon hearing a shriek only to find it’s a woman staring at a photo of Trav Morgan. He keeps his gaze in that direction – just in case~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~"Welcome to the Party" By French Montana (Feat. Lil' Pump & Zhavia Ward) begins to blast over the P.A. system. Yellow and red lights begin to flicker on the stage. Trav Morgan comes from behind the curtain as he was dancing a little bit to the beat of his own theme music. He walks on the stage with his shoulder bouncing up and down as he grooves to the music. Walking down the ramp way, he stops in the middle of the ramp as he flexes his biceps and poses while flexing for the camera. Moving towards the ring, he climbs up the ring post and steps into the ring. Climbing up the turnbuckle, he flexes his muscles once again in a pose, he makes his biceps bounce up and down with a grin as he steps down off the turnbuckle~
Belvedere: From Malibu, California…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 255lbs…Trav Morgan!!!
~Morgan stps down, off the turnbuckle and stares ahead at Jack Puffer. Belvedere exits the ring. The bell sounds~
Smith: Alright, here we go! Trav Morgan making his OCW debut!
Hood: Guy looks jacked
Smith: He’s a physical specimen, for sure. Can he take down the middling detective turned pro wrestler?
Hood: If he can’t, he might as well schedule a lobotomy
Smith: Well, let’s not go too far. But, yes, if he loses tonight he might need to rethink some life decisions
~Puffer looks at Morgan and holds up his index finger, indicating he’d like a minute to further investigate the screaming woman. Morgan takes off running. Puffer’s head is turned, toward the crowd, under the assumption Morgan would accept. Puffer hears his giant steps heading his way…he turns and sees Morgan coming at him like a fucking locomotive…but it’s too late. Morgan flies through the air and crushes Puffer with a Stinger Splash!!! Puffer’s wind is knocked right out of his lungs. Morgan hoists Puffer up onto the top rope and hops onto the middle rope, hooking Jack for a suplex. He easily hoists the good detective high into the air and all the way to the mat with a Superplex!!! The ring shakes with impact!! Morgan is instantly back on his feet~
Smith: There are no timeouts in Pro Wrestling, Jack. When that bell rings you best be ready
Hood: He was attempting to save a damsel in distress, Smith!
Smith: If anything, he only increased the woman’s lusting.
~Morgan snares Puffer by his hair, yanking him off the mat. He lifts him up, easily, over his head in a press position. He performs a few overhead presses before tossing Puffer back to the mat with an efficient Gorilla Press Slam!! Puffer hits hard, arching his back in pain~
Smith: Wow, Trav Morgan is really strong
Hood: Yea, the dude’s got muscles. Muscles can take you far in OCW
Smith: We have had our fair share of muscled up champions
Hood: Remember Max Shade? He was, like the black Scott Syren
Smith: They were completely different, Hood!
Hood: I just remember their muscles. They each had, like a million
~Morgan rips Puffer from the mat, giving the good detective no reprieve. He boots Jack right in the gut. The good detective doubles over. Morgan hooks him for a suplex…he lifts Jack high in the air, getting him vertical, head pointing to the mat. He holds him in the air for one, two, three, four, and five seconds! He then drops Jack right on his head with a Brainbuster!!! Jack is flat on his back. Morgan goes for the pin, Scruff makes the count~
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~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…TRAV MORGAN!!!!!
Smith: Dominant performance by the newcomer, Trav Morgan
Hood: Yea man, he whipped Jack’s ass!
Smith: Puffer might have a concussion after everything he went through. Trav made him look like he weight a hundred pounds
Hood: Yep, Morgan is a beast
Smith: Indeed…it will be very interesting to watch Morgan’s career continue to develop here in OCW
~Scene Opens. It was 45 minutes left of time before Monday Night Massacre was about to begin. Aubrey Baxter was spotted backstage in the hallway. Dressed in her ring attire, which had a sexy appeal to it, she was all dressed up and ready for tonight's show. There was one man in particular that she was looking for before the show would eventually kick off. To her surprise, the General Manager Marcus Welsh turned the corner and was headed down the hallway towards his office~
~Aubrey couldn't help but smile a little as she follows after him. Marcus tried entering his office, but found the door to be locked. His key no longer worked. Marcus’ anger intensifies, the longer he pushes and shakes the door. Aubrey places her hand gently on the door looks over at Marcus.~
{Aubrey}: “Mr. Welsh, hi, it's Aubrey, do you have five minutes to spare?”
~Aubrey's tone of voice was soft and inviting. She had her leg sticking out as she was halfway inside his office, leaning up against the doorway, looking directly at Marcus. Welsh, sporting a wild beard and unique look in his eye, matches Aubrey’s gaze.~
Welsh: Uh...how did you know I was going to be back here?
~We haven’t seen Marcus since Death March in December. He’s been missing since. So, his presence is a bit shocking. Perhaps it was fortuitous on Aubrey’s part. Or, maybe she knew something the rest of OCW didn’t.~
{Aubrey}: “I didn't know you was going to be actually. I was hoping that I would eventually catch you before Monday Night Massacre. Can we talk in your office for a little bit? Is everything ok?”
~Marcus pushes on his door some more. The damn thing won’t budge. He takes a step back and lunges forward with a kick, forcing the door open. Dust flies everywhere. Aubrey steps back, avoiding getting dirty before her debut later this evening. Marcus covers his face, concerned he might breathe in some mold or dust or worse. Once the ‘dust’ has settled, he steps in and flips on the lights. They flicker for awhile, before finding stability. His office is in a state of disrepair. It hasn’t been touched since post Death March...the night when Marcus lost his shit and threw a fit, tossing whatever he could get his hands on. He locates a chair, upside down...he sets it rightside up, wipes dust off the seat and motions toward Aubrey.~
Welsh: Have a seat, Miss Baxter
~Welsh carefully walks around the side of his dusty, disheveled desk. He steps on something that sounds like a squeak toy. He nearly jumps three feet in the air before kicking it away - it’s a Bifford toy. He finds the ‘owner’ side of his desk and pulls his chair upright...it’s got wheels, but apparently only three of them. He struggles getting it into place, behind his desk. He takes a seat...a giant puff of dust flies up from the impact of his ass-to-cushion. He sits for a moment, coughing, trying to play it off. He leans forward, hands folded...his chair tilts a bit, but he adjusts. He looks at Aubrey.~
Welsh: What can I do for you?
~Aubrey decided that she would rather stand up inside the office. Looking around the room, she turns to look at Marcus as she walks closer towards him, placing her hand gently on his shoulder.~
{Aubrey}: “You can call me Aubrey, uuum, I'm still new around here, but of course I know the history that OCW has. Before I discuss why I'm here, I just have to know how OCW turned out back in December. Have you truly been gone from the company? Out of all the people I would have wanted to have met on my first Monday Night last week, you were definitely one of them.”
~Aubrey was being charming. Welsh stares straight ahead at the wall. He’s wondering if Zybala has already removed all traces of the previous regime. He sighs.~
Welsh: I appreciate that. You see, back at Death March I tried to rid OCW of Commissioner Zybala. The man is a lunatic. Sadly, Paul Paras defeated my new, chosen FACE of OCW, King Infinity which gave Zybala the keys to the GM office. The loss was so painful I had to take a break from OCW. I’m sure you can understand why...I mean, who in the hell could work directly underneath that man? He’s nuts! But, yes, you caught me sneaking around back here...I’ve been doing that for a few weeks now. Savings tend to dry up pretty quick when you’re living on the beach without any additional funds coming in.
~Welsh sighs again, wishing he were still on the beach, in the sun, drinking booze and enjoying the fact he’s 1000 miles away from Zybala.~
Welsh: So, I’m back...but not officially yet. So don’t tell anyone, okay? Greg is handling things for me until I’m mentally - emotionally ready to return. It is nice to meet you and I appreciate the kind words.
~Aubrey wanted to sit down but every flat surface looked like it needed to be clean. Marcus could see Aubrey trying to get comfortable but everywhere she turned it was dirty. Screw it, Aubrey sits right in Mr. Welsh’s lap. His arm was on her hip to support her balance. Turning to look at him…~
{Aubrey}: “Mr. Welsh, I been in a few other companies before OCW. I can imagine the corruption you have endured over the years. I'm bringing pure talent to OCW, Jason Kortare is pure talent, he's a veteran in the ring, but I didn't want to come here feeling like it's an interview. I want to see you back on top as General Manager here in OCW, that's why I feel as if, I can help you. I think we can help each other. If it's money that you want, money that you need, then I have ways that we can get a lot of it, as long as it gives you back your proper place in OCW.”
~Welsh looks around as if to say “Yikes, this escalated rather quickly.” He is careful not to move for fear of the positioning degenerating into an even more lascivious posture. ~
Welsh: I appreciate that, Aubrey. I really do. It’s nice to have someone on my side. With King Infinity gone and Meyhu beltless...I feel as though most of my power around here is gone. I’ve been doing everything I can to try and right some
~Welsh pauses, feeling as though he’s saying too much.~
Welsh: It’s just nice to have a friend.
~Aubrey couldn't help but smile. Turning her position over to Marcus even closer, she crosses her legs and got more comfortable.~
{Aubrey}: “Don't be shy….Because I'm not.”
~Letting out a slight chuckle and smile, she goes back to talking business.~
{Aubrey}: “Mr. Welsh, Jason Kortare and I came to OCW to make an impact and finish where we left off in our careers. I feel like OCW is a big enough establishment to take the world of competitive sports by storm. So, how about, OCW going….Hollywood.”
~Short silent pause.~
{Aubrey}: “Mr. Welsh, to regain your true throne as power every Monday Night? I feel that you, or should I say we, should think big, Hollywood big. I'm sure you have a fair share of superstars on the roster that still see the good in you as a GM. I think it's time that we set up meetings with business men in Hollywood that can rack in endorsements for OCW and the company would have no choice but to thank you for the benefits that comes from it.”
~Welsh ponders the offering. The man does love stars.~
Welsh: We did have a person loosely associated with Hollywood. Some guy named Hotjunk. But he’s gone now. Didn’t really pan out. I, too, think the roster is just waiting for me to return before showing their true colors. They know they can’t speak out right now for fear that Zybala will put them in a teddy bear, pillow fight match.
~Marcus moves to stand. Aubrey takes his lead, standing up, giving the man room as he’s obviously chasing some inner dialogue.~
Welsh: Yes, Hollywood.
~He stares into the light overhead which burns through stale dust particles lingering in the air. He turns in Aubrey’s direction.~
Welsh: I’m a man of money, wealth, and power. You bring me any or all three and you’re set. This business isn’t about work rate. It isn’t about history or legacy or any of that other bullshit wrestlers try to pass off as pillars propping up the wrestling industry. Nope, it’s about money...plain and simple. Nothing screams money more than Hollywood. You bring me Hollywood...you help me reclaim my throne and you will forever be in my good graces. YOU, Aubrey Baxter...you could be the NEW FACE of OCW.
~The new face of OCW? That is extremely tempting. Aubrey thought to herself.~
{Aubrey}: “I have a history of being a well rounded business woman in all types of aspects, including image consultant work. Jason Kortare has a long history in making great business deals, we have worked together for awhile. Mr. Welsh, I can be of some assistance for you, like a personal assistant. I can still do my job on match cards in the ring, but let me work alongside you and be with you every step of the way. If you need some boys to do your physical dirty work, I'll have you in good protective care.”
~Aubrey Baxter stops to take a look at herself and with a smile she flips her hair back and wraps her arm around Marcus shoulder.~
{Aubrey}: “I think I would look pretty good on your arm working alongside you. In order for this to work, you can't hide in the shadows forever. To regain your company, you gotta face the man head on. The OCW universe itself has to know that you plan to take action.”
~Welsh looks down at Aubrey. He takes stock of her body language. The man feels less than comfortable with what’s going on. But, he remains enamored with the notion of Hollywood coming to OCW. He sees dollar signs, so he rolls with it.~
Welsh: You give me what I want and I’ll return the favor.
{Aubrey}: “Perfect.”
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Singles Match
the Queenslayer Legion (3-2) vs. Tom Ambrose (2-0)
~The OCW Arena continues to rock, filled with fans hungry for some in ring action. So far they’ve seen three impressive debuts…now, it’s time to ramp things up a bit. The appetizers were great, but we want a little of that main course to hit our table. Belvedere clears his throat to a strong ovation~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~“Judas” by Fozzy begins to play as Tom Ambrose swaggers out and pauses to check his hair. He struts down to the ring, walks up the stairs and steps through the middle rope. Amborse climbs up to the top rope and holds out his arms, smiling smugly at the crowd~
Belvedere: From London, England…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 225lbs…Tom Ambrose!!!
Smith: And Tom Ambrose makes his third straight in ring appearance…the man is 2-0, Hood. He’s looking to make it three wins with zero losses after tonight
Hood: Guy is stepping up in competition. Legion was the Newcomer of the Month in December…right?
Smith: You are correct…this will be Ambrose’s biggest OCW test to date
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The sound of a clock counting down hits the P.A. system and there is a mixed reaction from the fans as the arena is plunged into darkness. As the clock winds down, the image of a novelty snow globe comes up on the big screen. It’s fashioned like a snow globe, except it looks as though there is a desert sandstorm going on within! Being buried by layers upon layers of sand, it seems as though a miniature Starlight is in a deep slumber..~
Belvedere: “Coming to us from AOKIGAHARA, JAPAN..”
~The desert snow globe shatters loudly as the main part of the song kicks in. The Legion inside is wide awake with purpose. Like a true ronin, the miniature Legion from the globe is up to her feet and ready for action, and she becomes full size in front of the eyes of the fans on the big screen. The fans cheer as the house lights fade back in, accompanied by neon blue searchlights emanating from the side of the ramp, and they cheer even louder as the curtains are thrown back and Starlight appears on the entrance ramp with a confident, knowing smile..~
Belvedere: “Standing at FIVE FOOT THREE INCHES tall and weighing in tonight at ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN POUNDS! REPRESENTING JAPAN”
[Violin drop]
~Legion makes her way down the ramp at the same pace as the music, reaching ringside and climbing the steps before leaping majestically over the top rope and throwing up her trademark taunt to another cheer..~
Belvedere: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is THE QueenSlayer, the Last Ronin Legion
Smith: And there’s Legion! She fought Ariel Shadows to the wire two weeks ago, almost coming up with the huge win
Hood: Yep, sometimes a person can show more in a loss than they ever could a win. I think I learned more from Legion after her narrow defeat two weeks ago than I had to date in her OCW career
Smith: Reports were that she emerged from that match more determined than ever. We’ll see if she can return to her winning ways here tonight against the undefeated rookie, Tom Ambrose
~The bell rings and Belvedere exits the ring~
Smith: Alright! I’m excited for this one…it will tell us a lot about both competitors
Hood: Yep, if Ambrose is able to win then I’d say he’s for real
Smith: Indeed…Ambrose is a legit rookie here in OCW. While Legion may still be finding her footing in OCW, she’s well known around the world as a formidable competitor
~Ambrose starts off quickly, knowing the early advantage may be a lasting one. He rushes Legion, pummeling her with lefts and rights. Legion staggers back into her corner, absorbing the punishment. Ambrose ducks down and drives his shoulder into Legion’s abdomen. He repeats this process several times before backing away and looking at a lurched, pain filled Queenslayer~
Smith: Tom Ambrose off to a hot start. This would be a big win
Hood: Yea man that’s how you handle your business…get right in there and do your thing
Smith: Indeed
~Tom steps back in, reaching for Legion…Legion delivers a throat chop, stunning Ambrose. She follows that up with a headbutt that nails Ambrose squarely on the chin. Tom sways back, nearly falling over. Legion lunges forward, taking him down with a lariat~
Smith: And now Legion is firing back!
Hood: Guy should have never given her a window…had to stop and admire his work, I suppose
Smith: Yep, as a competitor you never want to give your opponent an inch
Hood: Especially a woman…an inch is so dissatisfying
Smith: Thanks for that. Really appreciate you going there
~Legion pops back to her feet. Ambrose sits up, shaking his head. Legion hits the ropes and throws a penalty kick at Tom. Tom dodges the kick! Legion spins around…Ambrose pops to his feet and hooks Legion around the waist. He deadlifts the Queenslayer and drops her with a German Suplex! He bridges into a pin~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Legion with the kickout!
Hood: Back and forth so far
Smith: Yep, both competitors are giving it all they’ve got
~Ambrose quickly transitions into a front face lock, keeping Legion down. Legion throws some punches into Tom’s ribcage. This loosens his leverage allowing Legion the chance to get to her feet. Both wrestlers are standing. Ambrose throws a knee into Legion’s gut. He hoists her up for a suplex…Legion drives a knee of her own into the crown of Tom’s head. Legion breaks free, she hooks Ambrose by the head and drops him to the mat with a DDT~
Smith: Great DDT by Legion! Tom is dazed!
Hood: Make a note, Smith. A knee to the head is more damaging than a knee to the stomach
Smith: Not sure why or how you’re just now learning this but I’m glad to see you’re increasing your knowledge
~Legion pops back to her feet and mounts Ambrose. She throws some forearms at Tom’s face…Ambrose does his best to block the blows. Legion alters her offense, grabbing Tom by the head and smashing the back of his skull into the mat. She does this over and over, trying to render Ambrose unconscious. Tom reaches up and rakes Legion across the face! The fans boo. Legion leans back, losing her momentum. Ambrose manages to get to his feet with Legion’s legs under his arms. He’s looking for a catapult~
Smith: Legion is in trouble!
Hood: Send her flying, Tom! Show OCW what you’re all about my man!
Smith: A Tom Ambrose fan?
Hood: Yea, what can I say…I kinda like the guy
~Ambrose falls back, shooting Legion into the air. Legion lands on the corner, atop the middle buckle. She hops up, to the top. She leaps off, without looking, attempting a moonsault. Ambrose turns around and displays tremendous reflexes, catching Legion on his shoulder. The unexpected haul forces Ambrose to stumble back…this gives Legion the chance to slip off his shoulder and drop him with an Inverted DDT. Legion goes for the pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: And now Ambrose is kicking out
Hood: Legion is slippery, man. She’s countering just about everything Tom throws her way
Smith: Indeed…this would be a nice win for Legion, as well.
~Legion is back to her feet. Ambrose rolls over, returning to his feet. Legion hits the ropes…Ambrose is standing. Legion lunges at Tom with a bicycle kick…Tom catches Legion!! He hoists her up for a powerbomb! Legion punches Tom in the head…she throws some downward elbow strikes…Tom holds on and spikes Legion into the mat with a massive powerbomb!!! Legion is on the mat, barely moving. Tom leans back against the ropes, gathering his wits~
Smith: Tremendous impact!
Hood: Legion might be done…Tom caught her and taught that woman a lesson
Smith: Talking about teaching women lessons in 2019…nice. Are you an incel? Because that’s incel speak
Hood: Are you calling me a computer program? Because, if you are…I’d rather be known as Power Point, not fucking Excel
~Ambrose stands back, waiting for Legion to return to her feet. He’s got something in mind, obviously. Legion is slow to her feet. She reaches for her back while on one knee. Her head lowers for a moment. Ambrose is tired of waiting, he heads over~
Smith: This waiting game cost him earlier in the match
Hood: No shit…c’mon, Tom! Get after her!
~Ambrose snares Legion by the hair, yanking her to her feet. She spins around and blows red mist in his face!!! Tom gets his forearm up, blocking the spray from hitting his eyes. He steps back and delivers a SUPERKICK!! Legion stumbles into the ropes. She ricochets off…and leaps into the air smacking Tom in the face with Ronin’s Revenge!!! Tom hits the mat, he’s out. Legion makes the cover~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…“THE QUEENSLAYER” LEGION!!!!!
Smith: Wow! Out of nowhere! Impressive win for Legion!
Hood: Damnit…was really hoping Tom would pull it out
Smith: He showed up and gave it a great effort…unfortunately, he just couldn’t get it done this week
Hood: Yep…ah well, the guy will hopefully learn from this and improve
Smith: Indeed…his future in OCW will depend upon his ability to handle adversity and improve. Legion, meanwhile, continues to show why she was the Newcomer of the Month in December.
Shatter me!
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me
Hood: What a night it has been so far…..What the?
Smith: What is going on?
~The lights inside the OCW Arena go out leaving everything completely dark. 2001: A space Odyssey begins to play~
Hood: Okay?
Smith: Look!
~Up in the crowd, a spotlight lights up one masked man. Standing proud around the 34 second mark. His mask matches his suit.~
Hood: Is that?
Smith: Could it be?
~10 second later, a second spotlights lights up a person standing next to the first one, wearing the same mask and suit and also standing proud. Their chests puffed out, hands on their hips. Near the 1 minute mark, Joe Jones is heard, but not seen as the arena is still in the dark~
Joe Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen! I give you! The greatest tag team alive!
Hood: Those two? They are the greatest Tag Team alive?
Smith: Is this a joke?
~The masked luchador on the right, he has a mic tucked into his waistband of his battlesuit and he removes it.~
“Hello! Fear not Floridians! For we are here! Here to protect you! Here to save you! We are here to serve and protect! Here to secure the Energon Devise! And here to rid this state of the evil Yamauchi! And trust us! We will not rest till we have done both! The Yamauchi! They can run! They can hide! But there is escaping certain death when Team ATARI is on the case!”
Hood: Team? Atari?
Smith: Is this for real? Who in the hell is Yamauchi?
“Next week! Team ATARI will wage war against the Yamauchi! We will battle for the Energon Devise and we will win! And that my fellow Floridians! Is not just a promise! That is not just smoke up your backside! It is a FACT!”
Hood: I’m confused….
~The Team ATARI member hands the mic to his partner. He scans the crowd from atop of the their location. He holds up his index finger.~
“DILLY! DILLY!” He proclaims. His partner slaps him across the chest and takes the mic back!
“THAT’S RIGHT 7800!!!! ERADICATION OF THE YAMAUCHI BEGINS NEXT WEEK! NEXT WEEK! MISSION MASSACRE BECOMES OFFICIAL!”
Smith: For real?
~Team ATARI fist bump and raises their hands in the air.~
Joe Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen! Team ATARI is in the building!
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Singles Match
Evin Empire (1-0) vs. Ehud of Moab (1-0)
~It’s been a great night of action thus far. We’ve seen some impressive performances in ring…but the big matches are still to come. The crowd begins and “EHUD” chant, knowing full well what’s up next. These fans have studied their lineup card. Belvedere clears his throat to a massive ovation~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall…introducing first…
~“Gangsta’s Paradise” by Coolio hits. A tiny, motorized ring pops out from behind the curtain carrying EHUD. Ehud thin, white hair blows in the breeze as the motorized ring makes its way toward the ring. Ehud’s eyes are narrow…he’s got that ‘throw down at sun down’ look on his wrinkled face. His straw, cowboy hat is on point, nestled neatly atop his head. His fists are clenched. He hears the “EHUD” chants and throws a few shadow right hands…the crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: From Moab, Utah…he is the former sheriff of Moab, Utah…he’s also the slayer of Time Traveling Grimace…ladies and gentlemen, give it up to the oldest star in OCW history…Ehud of Moab!!!
~Ehud’s “chariot” comes to a stop. An OCW employee undoes the rope door. Ehud threatens to punch him. He runs away. Ehud slowly descends…it takes awhile. He clears the small ring cart and marches toward the ring. He throws lefts and rights, warming up for his oncoming battle~
Smith: Ehud is back, I’m afraid
Hood: Why are you afraid?
Smith: Because…I just know one of these days he’s going to die in the ring
Hood: Nah man, Ehud will live forever
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~ The lights dim to black as the opening chords of his entrance theme fill the arena to a majority of boos. Multi-colored strobe lights flicker on and off to the beat of the music as smoke begins to fill the entrance way. Evin Empire steps out from behind the curtain with a swagger in his walk and a sarcastic grin on his face. He begins trading insults with the fans on the rail and slowly makes his way toward the ring. Evin starts to push an elderly fan out of the way who has hopped the barricade…but he soon realizes it’s just Ehud, slowly making his way around the steps. Not wanting to be DQ’d, Evin turns his focus back to the ring. He slides into the ring, runs to the opposite corner, hops onto the middle turnbuckle and taunts the crowd once again as his music fades~
Belvedere: From Reno, Nevada…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 215lbs…Evin Empire!!!
Smith: Evin Empire cruised to victory in his debut last week…this week, however, he faces a much tougher opponent
Hood: Yea man Ehud may be old…he may not look like much, but the fucker is tough
Smith: Yes, and once he gets in the ring I’m sure we’ll all see his toughness
~Belvedere exits the ring. He’s not going to wait for Ehud. He steps down, in front of Ehud, who has finally turned the front, left corner of the ring. Ehud sees Belvedere and reaches back with a cocked fist. Belvedere’s eyes widen. He scurries off. Ehud says something about “mustaches being for sissies…a real man wears a beard” and he continues walking toward his corner. Evin, meanwhile, is in the ring, growing impatient with his much older opponent’s extremely slow motor skills~
Smith: The youngster just needs to relax. Don’t do anything crazy…he’s got the advantage in every category…the only thing that could cost Evin this match is a mistake due to youth…due to impatience.
Hood: Yea, I know…but fuck, man. Ehud takes FOREVER…imagine being behind the guy when you board an airplane
Smith: I don’t think Ehud flies
Hood: So, he just rides his motorcycle around the country?
Smith: He’s a man of the land, Hood
~Ehud is only halfway across the left side of the ring. At this rate it’s going to take another five or so minutes before he reaches the back left corner LET ALONE how long it’ll take him to get up there. Evin can’t take it. He sprints forward…Scruff tires to stop him. Empire dives through the ropes, trying to spear Ehud…Ehud, though, lifts up his fist and smacks Evin in the jaw!!! Empire falls to the outside floor, holding his jaw in pain. The crowd goes wild for Ehud. Scruff shrugs and calls for the bell~
Smith: And the match is underway!
Hood: The hell? You can’t start a match if one of the competitors has yet to reach the ring
Smith: Technically Scruff can do what he wants…he’s the ref
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Ehud slowly turns around and looks down at Evin. He removes his hat and carefully places it on the ring apron. Empire sits up and slides back against the barricade, holding his jaw, working it back and forth. Ehud gets in the ‘fight’ stance. Evin rises to his feet, looking at the old man like he’s from another planet~
Smith: When Evin trained to become a pro wrestler…I don’t think he envisioned fighting people like Ehud
Hood: Yea, well, this is the jungle, my man. You never know what you’re going to run into or have to go through in OCW.
Smith: Indeed…we’ve got wrestlers all shapes and sizes…it takes a well-rounded competitor to be successful around here
~Ehud throws some left and right jabs. Evin does his best to avoid them…but he’s pinned against the barricade…not much room to maneuver. Ehud throws a haymaker. Evin ducks and picks Ehud up…he drops him over the barricade with a Back Suplex!!! Ehud lands HARD on the uncovered surface out in the crowd. The fans scatter, giving the senior citizen room. Evin looks over the barricade, seeing an old man laid out~
Smith: Ehud may have a broken back!
Hood: Shit…Evin must hate old people
Smith: It’s not his fault he’s booked in this match, Hood. The man is simply doing what he’s paid to do
Hood: Are we sure Evin isn’t an accomplice of Grimace?
Smith: 99.9999% sure
Hood: Hmm, so there is a chance Evin joined OCW to avenge Grimace. It’s all beginning to add up
~Empire steps over the barricade and reaches down for Ehud. Evin isn’t exactly showing kindness, nor remorse….but he’s lacking in aggression. He gingerly pulls Ehud up. Ehud is standing in close to Evin. Evin looks to carefully place Ehud back at ringside. Ehud leans into Evin…Empire creates a few inches of distance. Ehud suddenly reaches upward with a right uppercut!!! It rattles Evin’s jaw!!! Empire stumbles back and flips over the barricade, landing at ringside. He’s face down, holding his jaw. Ehud looks around with his fists clenched…we get an “EHUD” chant~
Smith: The former sheriff with the vicious uppercut!
Hood: Dude he’s like a fucking zombie. Looks dead but is dangerous as fuck
Smith: He was half of a team that defeated Cyanide and Maurako. That takes some talent
Hood: Never underestimate the men of Moab. That’s what I was always told growing up
~Ehud begins to make his way over the barricade. This…could…take…awhile~
Smith: The problem with Ehud is by the time he gets over that barricade Evin will be fully recovered
Hood: Just means he’ll have to punch him again
Smith: Yes but how often will that continue to work? Eventually Evin is going to ramp up the aggression against Ehud
Hood: Good point…no wonder Grimace evaded capture all those years
~Ehud finally gets one leg over. Evin is on one knee. Empire reaches his feet before Ehud can get his other leg over. He delivers a vicious forearm to the side of Ehud’s head. Ehud nearly falls back into the crowd. Evin rushes to keep Ehud from spilling back into the crowd. He hoists Ehud atop his shoulders and heads toward the ring…he performs a modified F-5, tossing Ehud into the ring between the bottom and middle rope. Ehud hits hard and rolls onto his back. Evin slides in, making the cover~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!
Smith: Ehud lives!
Hood: That crusty fucker…he just needs to stay down and let the cream rise to the top. Evin is a STAR
Smith: He’s not a star yet, Hood
~Empire pops back to his feet, annoyed with Ehud’s resistance. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Evin is the rising star. Ehud is, well, Ehud. Empire pops back to his feet…he stomps on Ehud a few times, venting his frustrations. The crowd boos~
Smith: I don’t care who you are…stomping on an old man will garner boos
Hood: Boos as in ghosts? Because I agree…Ehud IS near death
Smith: You know full well what I meant
~Evin yanks Ehud to his feet showing far less care than before. Evin measures Ehud and goes for a superkick. Ehud shoves Empires foot away! Empire spins…Ehud greets him with a right hand, then a left, then a right…Ehud is on fire unloading on Empire with rights and lefts!! Empire stumbles back, into a corner, reeling. Ehud slowly marches toward the corner. He starts to climb…the fans are urging Ehud to hurry up~
Smith: He’s got Empire stunned! He’d better hurry!
Hood: Those legs can only move so fast, Smith
Smith: Apparently so
~Ehud manages to get to the middle rope. Empire starts to come to…but it’s too late! Ehud drills him with a right hand…then another, then another…and another! The crowd is counting along…5, 6, 7…they go all the way up to twelve. Ehud winds up and BLASTS Evin in the head with lucky number 13!!! Ehud slowly steps down and watches as Empire takes a few steps forward before falling face first to the mat. The crowd is on their feet, chanting for the oldest wrestler in OCW history~
Smith: Wow! Thirteen flush fists to the forehead of Evin Empire!
Hood: Dude could be concussed. What’s our concussion protocol?
Smith: Uhh, good question
Hood: Last I heard it was ‘don’t die’
~Ehud heads over, very slowly. He finally reaches Evin and kicks the youngster over. Evin’s eyes are open, but hazed. Ehud drops to one knee and makes the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Empire kicked out!
Hood: Ehud took too damn long to get over there
Smith: Yes…he wasted valuable seconds trying to get to Evin so he could pin him
~Ehud moves to return to his feet, ready to get back on offense. Empire rolls over, after kicking out. He gets on all fours. He slowly gets to his feet. By the time he does, he notices Ehud is still on one knee. Empire rushes forward and drills Ehud in the side of the head with a flying knee!!! Ehud collapses to the mat, on his back. Empire pops back to his feet and shakes his knee~
Smith: Those moves always sting
Hood: Yea, Ehud is fucked up
Smith: I talking about Evin’s knee
Hood: Oh…I thought he was maybe working on some dance moves
Smith: No, Hood…his knee stings from striking Ehud in the face.
Hood: Gotta watch out for those Moab skulls
~Evin heads for the nearest corner. His knee is fine…it was just jarred. He reaches the top and looks down at Ehud, who hasn’t moved. Evin turns his back to Ehud…he bends at the knees and leaps off with The Empire Press!!! Ehud MOVES! Evin SLAMS front first onto the mat!! He reaches for his abdomen, rolling around in pain. Ehud gets to his knees and slowly crawls over, snaring Evin. He starts to pound Evin in the head with his right fist~
Smith: Ehud has Evin where he wants him! He may punch Evin until Evin either gives up or goes unconscious!
Hood: This…THIS is why we can’t have nice things, Smith
Smith: Hey, I like Evin Empire as well…but he’s either good enough to beat Ehud or he isn’t. That’s how it works around here
~Ehud tries to get to his feet. He continues to punch Evin while doing so…this keeps Empire from being able to strike. Finally, both men are standing. Ehud has a grip of Evin’s head with his left hand and is drilling him in the forehead with his right fist. Empire is swaying, about to fall. Ehud smacks him again and again. Finally, Ehud pauses and rears back~
Smith: Ehud is looking for that haymaker!
Hood: Shit…he’s going to knock Evin out
Smith: That appears to be our destination
~Ehud throws his devastating haymaker…Evin ducks!!! Ehud spins around, due to the momentum of his failed strike. Empire turns as well…he grabs Ehud and hoists him up in the Crucifix Position…he tosses Ehud up and brings him crashing down with a Sit-Out Piledriver (Reno 911)!!! Ehud’s body is crunched into the mat. Evin holds on for the pin~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…EVIN EMPIRE!!!!!
Smith: Wow! Evin avoided Ehud’s massive right hand and was able to turn Ehud’s miss into a huge victory
Hood: Alright! The newcomer’s got something, Smith! He avoided a huge landmine
Smith: Yep, a loss to Ehud would have hurt…instead, Evin passed the test and he’s set to move up the OCW ladder
Hood: This kid’s got it, Smith…I’m telling ya!
Smith: The future is bright for Evin Empire
~The scene opens up backstage in the co-office of General Manager Mike Zybala and Commissioner Greg. We can see Greg sitting on the corner of Zybala's desk, but sitting at the desk isn't Zybala, it's Marcus Welsh!!! He sitting in Zybala's chair looking around the office, but his face is impossible to read. Suddenly, the office doors opens and in walks Zybala! He is about to offer a greeting to Greg when he notices Welsh sitting in his chair. Zybala looks surprised at first but only for a moment. His eyes narrow slightly as he acknowledges the former General Manager.~
Zybala: Marcus……
~Welsh runs his hand across Zybala’s desk, wiping a small pile of dust and crumbs to the floor. He looks up at Zybala~
Marcus: I guess this just about sums 2019 up, doesn’t it?
~Welsh wipes his hands against each other in arrogant fashion. Zybala appears puzzled. Greg is staying out of this. He goes to leave the room. As he does Knux suddenly walks in with a box of Animal Crackers in his hand. Zybala’s eyes widen...he points at the box. Welsh sighs~
Marcus: My point still stands! This place is falling apart, Zybala! Why was my old office pad locked? Why does it resemble some cavern under a pyramid in Egypt?
~Zybala looks annoyed.~
Zybala: What do you mean falling apart? Throwback did fantastic numbers, and before you say it was because of Death March, remember that was my idea too. Massacre viewership is roughly the same, with some nights better than others. Attendance is up. So quit nitpicking, you'll have O.C.W. back in one piece as good as new in 2020. As for your office, I had it locked up so no one would mess with it. Granted, I should have at least gave the cleaning crew a key, but you never know who might steal what. So I apologize for trying to think courteously of you and your things.
Welsh: And the Animal Crackers?
Zybala: I get low blood sugar sometimes. Gotta have something to stabilize me. Besides, I managed to get Stauffer's Biscuit Company as another sponsor, so this helps get their product some air time.
~Welsh looks annoyed at Zybala's answers. Besides, what gives this dumbass the right to get new sponsors for Welsh's company. He doesn't want new sponsors. He wants Zybala to fail. While this internal dialogue is going on, Zybala looks at Welsh.~
Zybala: So why are you hanging out in my chair?
Welsh: It’s about Elimination Chamber. A great idea, sure...but you’re going about it all wrong. Qualifying matches? Why should THE MARVEL be forced to qualify? Are you trying to work your favorites like JAM G, John E Depth, and Scott Losem into the damn thing? If I were running things, I’d simply name the six participants.
~Zybala folds his arms as if to say “go ahead”~
Welsh: I’m glad you asked. Meyhu, for starters. I’d then turn to CJ. The guy is the #1 contender, after all. I’d then reach outside of OCW for the new FACE of the company...there’s this big name I’ve been…
~Zybala unfolds his arms~
Zybala: Whoa, whoa, hold it right there! We all saw how the last new ‘face’ turned out. Under my watch, the active wrestlers will be the ones receiving title opportunities...not some ego headed mercenary with a slightly above average twitter game.
~Welsh slaps the desk and stands~
Welsh: At the risk of ripping Hood off...I must say, this is exactly why we can’t have nice things.
Zybala: I did have the idea of placing someone in by the end of tonight.
~This grabs Welsh’s attention. He’s a huge fan of handing out opportunities to ‘stars’...if you hadn’t picked that up already~
Zybala: This competitor won a huge match last week which, in my estimation qualifies him for entry into the chamber.
Welsh: Oh? Do tell…
~Zybala leans in and whispers. Welsh’s head snaps back~
Welsh: You have GOT to be joking
~Zybala is, in fact, not joking~
Welsh: You’re out of your fucking mind!
Zybala: I’ve got to give him something. He’s been knocking it out of the park. Maybe I’ll give him another option, so he can choose. Hmm...yea, now the creative wheels are beginning to turn.
Welsh: Geezus
Zybala: Sorry if I don't just give hand outs like you did. Sorry if I want people to earn their stuff through hard work and dedication to this company. Sorry if..
~ Before Zybala can go on, the office door opens. Greg has his arms full of signature clothing. He pauses and looks at Welsh and Zybala.~
Greg: Oh…. I thought you guys would be done by now….
~ Zybala just looks at the clothes and sighs. Welsh starts laughing.~
Zybala: Greg, please tell me that you didn't use the office funds for those after we had our talk.
Welsh: This is great! You can't even reign in your commissioner! How can you control a locker room full of people? Just give me back control and I promise not to fire you.
~ Greg gives Welsh an odd look. The “did he just insult me” look. This of us with significant others know and fear this look. But it passes as it's Zybala's turn to bark a laugh.~
Zybala: That's some hypocritical bullshit. You couldn't control me when I was a commissioner. Hell, you didn't even like me! At least I like Greg as a coworker and dare I say, even a friend. If he does something I don't like, I don't lose my shit like you. I talk to him like an adult, because that what we are… adults! Now Greg, did you use the rest of the office credit card?
Greg: Heavens no, Mikey. I just took an advance out of my clothing allowance from the money in Marcus's dres…...
~ Greg quickly gets quiet as Welsh snaps his head in Greg's direction. Zybala stifles a laugh, not trying to worsen the situation for his commissioner. Welsh stands quickly, looking frustrated~
Welsh: I look forward to hearing your ridiculous announcement later tonight. I hope the fans enjoy Checkers being a participant in the Elimination Chamber.
~The crowd pops~
Welsh: Ugh..I’m out of here. Don’t get too comfortable, Zybala...I won’t be far
~Welsh exits~
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Singles Match
Veronica Taylor (2-2) vs. Nico Gamble (0-1)
~Nico Gamble is in the ring. A few fans go “woooooo” making some spooky ghost sounds. Nico looks around, nervously. The man has ghost phobia. There’s got to be an official name for that…ah well. Belvedere clears his throat…the fans go wild~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring…Nico Gamble!!
Smith: Nico making his…well, I guess you’d call it his second in-ring appearance…this will likely be his last
Hood: You think he goes on Ghost Hunters after this?
Smith: Doubtful…is that show still around?
Hood: I don’t know…probably
Belvedere: And, his 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: Veronica Taylor back in action! She fought Dazi to the wire a few weeks ago, coming up just short
Hood: Yep, she’s got a ton of ability, Smith. Just needs to smooth out the rough edges
Smith: Indeed…Taylor has a major attitude…that can get you far, as long as you’re able to remain focused
~Belvedere exits. The bell sounds~
Smith: I’d think this needs to be a fairly easy win for Taylor
Hood: Yea…bounce back with a win, get that confidence going again and try to climb that OCW ladder
Smith: Indeed
~Nico walks up to Taylor. Veronica frowns upon taking a look at Nico. He’s far from what she’s looking for in terms of looks. He disgusts her. Nico, however, isn’t concerned about courting Veronica. He’s got far spookier things on his mind~
Smith: What is he doing?
Hood: The man is ruined, Smith. His psyche is broken
Smith: Nico needs to be careful…Veronica bites
Hood: Hmm…sounds like you speak from experience
Smith: Do not besmirch my good name!
~Gamble reaches out and touches Veronica. The way he does it leads us to believe he’s checking to see if she’s flesh or some kind of ghostly apparition. His hand pokes her in the chest. He smiles and breathes a sigh of relief. His victory is short lived. A boot to the gut doubles him over followed by the Uggo Remover (Implant DDT)!!! Nico is face down on the mat, likely done for the night~
Smith: Yea, that didn’t quite work out
Hood: Nicarus…flew too close to the sun, Smith
Smith: Whatever
~Vero doesn’t waste any time…she grabs Nico by the hair, yanking him back to his feet. She holds on to the back of his head, leaps up in the air and drills him face first into the mat with Rodeo Drive Facial!!! Nico is, once again face down on the mat. Vero backs into a corner and poses for the crowd. The hormone driven male (and FEMALE) fans go wild. The PURE wrestling fans boo her arrogance~
Smith: Vero could pin Nico at just about any point…but, she chooses to pose
Hood: When you’ve got it, flaunt it, Smith
Smith: Such a vapid point of view
~Nico tries to get up. The man is showing a modicum of fight…or maybe it’s just instinct…who knows. Vero sees Nico beginning to move. Gamble gets his face off the mat…although he’s still staring down at the canvas, struggling to rise. Vero takes off…she leaps into the air and stomps on the back of Nico’s head with Beauty Improvement Pass!!! Nico flips over, out like a broken bulb. Vero places her foot on his chest…not wishing for any other portion of her body to touch Nico. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…VERONICA TAYLOR!!!!!
Smith: Dominating win by Taylor…just what the doctor ordered
Hood: The Knife Man is giving out some interesting prescriptions these days
Smith: It’s just a saying, Hood
Hood: Covering up for the fact The Knife Man doesn’t have an actual medical license?
Smith: No. Veronica Taylor bounces back with a big win as she looks to continue her ascension up the OCW ladder! Her journey continues to evolve right before our eyes
Hood: Yep, I’ve got a feeling she’s going to rise to the top at some point, Smith. It can’t be easy for everyone, ya know
Smith: Nope…but once the light clicks, it happens quickly. Anyway, the night rolls on!
~Scene Opens. OCW’s Backstage Interviewer, the lovely good ole’ Who’re was standing outside the men’s locker room backstage. She had her microphone in hand as she smiles in front of the camera.~
{Who’re}: “What’s up guys, tonight is the night that I interview one of OCW’s newest superstars joining the roster here in 2019. He goes by the name of Jason Kortare. He should be coming from out of the locker room any minute now.”
~The door swings open as Jason Kortare himself steps out of the locker room to join Who’re in the hallway. He was dressed nicely in dressy casual attire. His muscular physique showed through the fitted black designer t-shirt that he was wearing.~
{Who’re}: “Jason Kortare, welcome to OCW!”
~Jason looks at her…~
[Jason]: “Did you enjoy me physically giving you my thank you for welcoming me to OCW when you and I were behind the arena building before the show started tonight?”
~Who’re blushed with a smile, she had her head down for a second…~
{Who’re}: “Yes…..”
~Before they could continue the rest of the interview, suddenly, a mysterious man walking down the hallway looks over at Jason and Who’re. The mysterious man stares directly over at Jason with a confused and concerned look on his face. He approaches them…~
[Mystery Man]: “What’s he doing here?”
~The mysterious man asked the question while looking at Who’re. Jason Kortare approaches the man and sorta gets in his face.~
[Jason]: “HE has a name….”
[Mystery Man]: “Pfft, he also has a reputation.”
[Jason]: “A reputation for winning championship title belts, making money, being a superstar in and out of the ring? Yeah.”
[Mystery Man]: “Actually, I was thinking more on the lines of being sued and charged with scamming and running a marketing business that cons people.”
[Jason]: “And who the hell are you?”
[Mystery Man]: “I’m Xavier Lee Wells, I am the manager of Tison Kalei, yes Tison, an incredible athlete and future star who was booked in his debut match tonight.”
[Jason]: “And here you are interrupting my camera time for what? You want to manage me too? You look like a guy who needs the money. Sorry to burst your bubble homeboy but I don’t need you. You see, Jason Kortare is here in OCW because my impressive resume shows exactly what I bring to a wrestling company like OCW. I don’t need to brag, I can just let my championship titles do the talking. You see, I came to OCW because I have a legacy that needs to be completed. The world heavyweight championship has been waiting for me and it’s been calling my name for the past year and a half.”
~Xavier grins and shakes his head, he looks over at Who’re.~
[Xavier]: “Don’t even waste your time on this guy. I am a man who has managed some of the best. Not to mention I am one of the top agents who handles athletes in the industry.”
[Jason]: “What part of this is MY interview do you not understand? You see I will be getting lots of attention here in OCW. Unlike some of these guys, I simply get what I want because I demand it. I’m not good at just sitting around. Pretty soon, Jason Kortare will be getting in the ring and from that point forward? OCW will never have a dull moment in 2019. Xavier Lee, whatever you call yourself, the last thing that I need for you to do is to cross that line with me. In case you haven’t heard of me, don't let this handsome face fool you, i’m known for beating a man’s ass who likes to test my limits.”
~Xavier chuckles a little.~
[Xavier]: “Ooooooh, this should be fun.”
~Jason stares down at Xavier, then he turns to look over at Who’re.~
[Jason]: “I think this interview is over.”
~Jason walks away….~
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Singles Match
Ariel Shadows (4-1) vs. Dangerous Dan (5-3)
~The crowd is AMPED. They are ready for some more in ring action! We see a group of people with painted faces huddled together. They’ve waited all night for this match…they’ve also held one another’s back in case BIFFORD showed up, unexpectedly. Belvedere clears his throat to a strong ovation~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~The lights go out as a strobe of red and blue begin flashing across the arena~
"I was born in a thunderstorm
~Dan emerges onto the stage area staring out into the crowd~
"I wanted everything I never had
~Dan makes his way towards the ring, embracing the fans, but keeping his emotions in check~
"I had a one way ticket to a place where all the demons go
~Dan now climbs the steps and heads up to the turnbuckle. He points to the crowd, and lip syncs "I'm still breathing..." from his theme song lyrics~
~Dan slowly climbs down the turnbuckle and stands in the middle of the ring, as the lights dim and a spotlight shines on him. He falls to his knees as the lyrics from his song blasts over the PA~
"I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"
~The spotlight fades out as Dan stands to his feet waiting on his opponent~
Smith: Dangerous Dan making his first in ring appearance since Throwback
Hood: Yep…he had a tough night at Throwback. A win here would be huge for the leader of the Danger boiz
Smith: Indeed…but, it won’t be easy
Hood: Nope, he’s facing Ariel Shadows and, well, she’s pretty fucking good
Smith: That she is, Hood. She’s got a chance to do some big things here in OCW
Belvedere: From Smithville, Tennessee…5’11 and weighing in at 225lbs…he is a former OCW Paradigm Champion…he is…Dangerous Dan!!!
Smith: It hasn’t been a great 2019 for Dan…OR Chris…here’s hoping things change
Hood: Yea, I guess we’ll find out shortly
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~“Jan Brady” by Lunachicks begins to play! The fans stand and give a stronger than usual response to the OCW newcomer, but wrestling veteran – Ariel Shadows. Ariel makes her way to the ring with a look on her face that says, “Here we go again.” She hustles up the steps and enters into the ring, keeping a close eye on Depth~
Belvedere: From Anchorage, Alaska…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 141lbs…Ariel Shadows!!!
~Belvedere exits the ring. The bell sounds~
Smith: Alright…the match is underway!
Hood: Shadows has a 4-1 record, pretty damn good. That lone loss was at Death March, right?
Smith: Yep, to Vincent Langston…no slouch, I’d say
Hood: Not when it comes to in-ring ability. As far as his posture is concerned…he may be a little slouchy
Smith: Yea, I suppose but, I mean…why…why are we discussing the man’s posture?
Hood: Hey, you brought up slouching, not me
~Shadows charges at Dan. She hits him with a running bionic elbow!!! Dan’s body flies back into his corner. Shadows rushes forward, hooks him around the body and tosses him into the middle of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex!!! She pops back to her feet…the crowd seems to be behind her~
Smith: Ariel isn’t wasting any time!
Hood: No shit, man…she’s about to eviscerate Dan
Smith: It’s been a bad year for Dangerous Dan
~Dan gets to his feet…more on instinct than meditation. Ariel kicks him in the gut, hooks him and lifts him up into a Vertical Suplex before dropping him with a Hangman’s neckbreaker!!! Dan is down…he’s apparently out. Ariel pops back to her feet devoid of any sweat~
Smith: Ouch!
Hood: That’s it…pin the man
Smith: I don’t know, Hood. Dan’s a pretty tough customer
~Shadows waits, poised for Dan to get to his feet. He does and she jumps in the air, smacking him in the face with The Kicker!!! Dan collapses to the mat. Shadows make the pin~
1!
2!
3!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…ARIEL SHADOWS!!!!!
Smith: Dominating win for Ariel Shadows
Hood: Yep, all she does is win, win, win
Smith: Indeed…she’s looking very strong.
I grew up overnight
I played alone
I played on my own
but I survived"
Like the love that comes with life
I wore envy and I hated it
But I survived"
Where the wind don't change
And nothing in the ground can ever grow
No hope, just lies
And you're taught to cry in your pillow
But I survived"
~We cut to the ring, where Silver Cyanide stands, microphone in hand, the strains of G.O.A.T. by Polyphia playing throughout the arena as a low chorus of boos echoes from the crowd. A red carpet has been laid out in the ring and a conference table has been set up with a short stack of papers that read “OCW” on the top page. Cyanide is clad in street clothes; a pair of blue jeans and a pink polo shirt, his foam replica kids OCW title slung over his shoulder. In the ring with Cyanide is none other than the trusty independent for-hire interviewer not officially employed by OCW, Nice Jean Oakland, wearing his tuxedo and likewise holding a microphone. G.O.A.T. begins to fade and Nice Jean holds his microphone up to his lips.~
Nice Jean: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night Massacre! As you know, there has been some friction between OCW Legends “Marvelous” Mario Maurako and Silver Cyanide.
~The fans boo Cyanide. Cyanide stands stone-faced in the ring.~
Nice Jean: Now, Cyanide, we understand that you are convinced that Mario is unable to win the OCW Title. So we are here today to…sign a “contract”…for a match. But that match is…I’m sorry, Cyanide, can you explain to me again?
Cyanide: Let me tell you something, Nice Jean, here’s my thought process. Mario has spent the better part of twenty years trying to win the OCW Title, and he never has. In the span of that time, he has absolutely annihilated his body. His heart cannot take the strain anymore. He is LITERALLY…LITERALLY dying. And he’s doing it in some hare-brained foolish venture to prove to himself that he’s not washed up and that he’s “still got it”. Nice Jean, we are here today to sign a contract, because if I can show Mario that he can’t even win a REPLICA OCW Title, there’s not a chance in ever-loving heck that he can win the real deal!
~The crowd boos again. Cyanide looks around the arena, defiant, and shrugs the foam replica belt higher up on his shoulder.~
Nice Jean: Now, Cyanide, there seems to be one problem…as we saw, after Massacre last week, it seems Mario has…”thrown in the towel”, as it were. He hasn’t been seen on Twitter or any social media, and to my knowledge, nobody has been in touch with him! What makes you think he’s going to sign this contract?
Cyanide: You know what, Nice Jean, maybe that means he’s dead, and that proves my point. But I know Mario. This is a ploy. He’s biding his time. He’s out there plotting how to take me down…he’s plotting how to take Paras down. He’s not the hero we think he is. So I know…this contract will be signed today.
~The crowd cheers at the idea that Mario may actually be here at Massacre tonight.~
Nice Jean: All right, well, without further ado…let’s welcome OCW Legend and fellow Hall of Famer…”Marvelous” Mario Maurako!
~The crowd cheers louder…but no music begins to play. There is silence from the speakers as Cyanide and Nice Jean stand in the ring. Nice Jean seems confused, but Cyanide remains steadfast, staring in determination up the ramp. The silence continues…and continues. Nice Jean goes to raise his microphone to his lips again, but Cyanide holds his hand out to him and stops him. After what seems like an eternity, Metal Detector by They Might Be Giants begins to play over the speakers, and the OCW Tron lights up with the words JOHNNY ELITE. The fans murmur, some cheer.~
Smith: Johnny Elite?! This is incredible! Cyanide and Mario’s old pal and protege is here!
Hood: What’s this numb nuts doing out here?! He’s just gonna point at shit and call it the Eiffel Tower!
~Indeed, Johnny Elite appears bouncing excitedly from behind the curtain, wearing a t-shirt that simply says I FOUND THE EIFFEL TOWER on it in block letters. He dashes down to the ring, slapping hands on his way, and bouncing his way into the ring. He steps around the table and clutches Cyanide in a great big bear hug. Cyanide’s mask slips a bit and he awkwardly give Johnny a single-handed slap on the back in return.~
Smith: Johnny is certainly excited to be here! And he seems to hold no ill will against Cyanide for his attitude towards Mario!
~Johnny grabs his own microphone from ringside.~
Johnny: Wow! Cyanide! What are the chances of me meeting you here?! How long as it been?!
Cyanide: Johnny…I invited you here, so the chances were 100%. And it has been about 24 hours because we had dinner together last night.
Johnny: That’s great! Awesome! This is so exciting! I haven’t been on TV in years! So…like, what are we doing here again?
Cyanide: Johnny…you remember how I said Mario was sick?
Johnny: Sure! You said he had Exploding Heart Disease. Sounds nasty!
Cyanide: Yes Johnny…now, Mario has something called an “Advance Healthcare Directive”. What this is is a document where, if Mario is no longer healthy enough to make his own decisions, someone else will make them for him.
~Cyanide produces a folded stack of papers from his back pocket, unfolds them, and hands them to Nice Jean, who peers at them over his glasses and shrugs.~
Cyanide: Now, since Mario is obviously not healthy enough to make sensible decisions, the responsibility for him to make these decisions falls to someone called an “agent”. Johnny, YOU are Mario’s agent.
Johnny: Wow! Like James Bond!
Nice Jean: Cyanide…this document…it seems to have been edited on February 15th. Why would Mario make such a sudden edit to this important document? And why would he list…Johnny Elite as his agent?
Cyanide: We don’t have time to get into the nitty gritty, Nice Jean! This is a ten minute segment and we’re at like twelve minutes right now! The document is signed, witnessed, and notarized! It is 100% legal and in NO WAY falsified by me!
~Nice Jean shrugs. Cyanide picks up the pen from the conference table and hands it to Johnny.~
Cyanide: Johnny…for the good of Mario’s health…sign this contract. FORCE him to compete in a Hazardous Ladder Match with me. That way I can put his ancient body to rest.
Johnny: Sure thing, Cyanide!
~Johnny flips the cover of the contract on the table and scribbles his name on the line provided. When he’s finished, Cyanide takes the pen after Johnny is done, spins the contract around, and signs it himself.~
Smith: Cyanide is nuts…how is a Hazardous Ladder Match going to HELP Mario?!
Hood: Listen, Johnny Elite obviously knows what is best for Mario, otherwise why would he have put Johnny down as the guy to pull the plug?!
Smith: I would NEVER want Johnny Elite to be in charge of my life support!
~Cyanide goes to shake Johnny’s hand, but Johnny waves it away and makes his way around the table again, giving Cyanide a huge hug. Cyanide grimaces and gives Johnny another back slap. As Johnny pulls away, he takes a look at the foam replica belt on Cyanide’s shoulder, and his eyes grow wide. He points at it excitedly.~
Johnny: HEY CYANIDE! I’VE FOUND THE EIFFEL TOW—
~In one swift motion, Cyanide delivers an explosive superkick to Johnny’s chin. Johnny flies backwards and straight through the conference table, sending splinters everywhere as Nice Jean makes a break for it through the ropes!~
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Singles Match
The Lost Soul (7-4) vs. Tony the Spider (7-7)
~The fans remain energetic. It’s a testament to the rabid nature of this wild hellions who comprise the OCW fan base. The alcohol helps, too. Belvedere clears this throat to a massive ovation! Tony the Spider is spotted in the ring, laughing his ass off~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, from Emilio’s Garage…Tony the Spider!!
~Tony unzips his fanny pack and grabs some Cheetos. The man is undaunted in his pursuit of processed cheese powder. He tosses them in his mouth and puts his teeth to work~
Smith: Tony suffered his fifth straight loss last week.
Hood: Six in a row looks to be imminent
Smith: Indeed…TLS made his return one week ago and, well, he’s a pretty formidable foe
Hood: A former OCW Ascension Champion AND a former ICWF World Champion
Smith: Yep
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The Friday the 13th theme begins to play. The crowd gives a strong pop for the official return of one of pro wrestling’s most enigmatic stars, The Lost Soul! TLS makes his way down the ramp, toward the ring. He slides into the ring, keeping a watchful gaze on TONY THE SPIDER~
Belvedere: From Parts Unknown…he is a former OCW Ascension Champion…he is…The Lost Soul!!!
Smith: TLS making his official in ring return here tonight!
Hood: 2018 wasn’t very good for TLS…maybe 2019 will be better
Smith: Yea, things seemed to go south for TLS after he beat Grenier to earn a Savage Title shot at Iggy Hardy
Hood: Iggy beat TLS and the man never recovered
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits~
Smith: If TLS wants to have a better 2019 then he has to win tonight
Hood: Oh that goes without saying…you can’t lose to a cheeto eating freak on a five match losing streak and expect to have a stellar year
Smith: Indeed
~Tony returns places the final cheeto in his mouth and slowly unzips his fanny pack. He’s morphing into ‘competitor’ mode. TLS keeps a staunch gaze on the rotund, pear shaped competitor. Tony charges forward, laughing…the party portion of his mullet gallops atop the man made breeze. TLS sighs~
Smith: Tony running into battle like a brazen warrior!
Hood: I think South Park called this Operation Human Shield
Smith: Who is Tony protecting?
Hood: I don’t know…his Cheetos?
Smith: The man has got to get his priorities in order
~Tony nears TLS. .. TLS extends his arm and drops Tony to the mat with a rock solid clothesline!! Tony hits the mat hard! He tries to sit up…a cough/laugh spurts out from his mouth. TLS lifts his boot and stomps on Tony’s face, flattening out the tiny man~
Smith: We’re getting serious TLS tonight, apparently
Hood: I think he’s got a new perspective on life after that alien encounter
Smith: What alien encounter?
Hood: He was abducted by Mfer!
~TLS snares Tony by the BUSINESS end of his mullet…he peels the man off the mat and boots him in the gut. TLS hooks Tony for a pedigree and drops him front first onto the mat!!! Tony is face down, motionless. TLS heads for the nearest corner~
Smith: TLS looking to end this!
Hood: I hope he doesn’t have flashbacks up there
Smith: Up where?!
Hood: On that top buckle
Smith: Why would he have flashbacks?
Hood: From being abducted
Smith: He wasn’t abducted!
Hood: Yes he was! Mfer abducted TLS. He then covered TLS with his own skin and tried to become a pro wrestler. Thankfully Silver Cyanide, a god among men, was able to purge Mfer thus releasing TLS
Smith: That has to be the craziest lie you’ve ever told
Hood: It’s not a lie, man. It’s aliens
~TLS reaches the top. He looks down at Tony and jumps off with his patented Somersault Leg Drop (Souled Out)!!!! He hits it into the back of Tony’s head!!! He rolls Tony over and makes the cover. We see some Cheeto residue where Tony’s gut (and fanny pack) slammed into the mat after the pedigree. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…THE LOST SOUL!!!!!
Smith: Impressive comeback win for The Lost Soul
Hood: Free at last…Free at last!!!
Smith: Ugh, TLS is back, folks and it looks like he’s as focused as ever.
~The OCW Arena big screen (OCW Tron?) changes from whatever boring show STARZ is trying to sell this week (one could predict it would be a period drama with ludicrously attractive leads and lots of sex and death... and one would likely be correct) to a camera shot inside the High Impact Training facility in Minneapolis. The blustery winds of the Minnesota winter whistle against the high windows of the facility, but inside, all is peaceful and warm~
~The lights are dimmed, several blue candles have been placed on the apron of a wrestling ring and atop a circle of steel folding chairs. Calming mandolin and piano music have replaced the usual rock and metal that the HIT trainees work out to. The comely face of Raleigh Falkner sudden rises into our camera view, her eyes closed, her dark brown hair tied back into a ponytail, her lips slightly parted. Then, just as suddenly, she descends back out of view.~
~We zoom out as Raleigh rises back up again, a glisten of sweat on her chest, her turquoise blue tanktop and black yoga leggings keeping her otherwise cool. Her legs are crossed and her palms out and upward in front of her as she descends again, seemingly floating on air. A further camera zoom, however, reveals that she is indeed grounded-- on the solid foundation of the OCW World Champion. The Minnesota Messiah, Paul Paras, completes push-up after push-up on the blue HIT mats, all the while keeping the meditating Raleigh balanced perfectly on his back. He seems to have barely broken a sweat himself as he speaks in his usual zenlike calm, not bothering to look up at the camera and risk breaking his concentration.~
Paul Paras: Vincent Langston. The Legend. The soldier. The number one contender to my OCW Championship. The lion with a thorn in its paw awaiting the arrival of Androcles the mouse to fix his shoulder and cure that aching in his mind… But we all know what the great scholar Tom Petty meant when he wrote how “the waiting is the hardest part,” don’t we?
~The camera rotates around Paras to see he is wearing black and white gym shorts with a royal blue tanktop, somewhat matching Raleigh. He continues his push-ups as he speaks, the camera moving with the calming music.~
Paul Paras: Last week, Mr. Langston decided that he didn’t want to wait for Social Justice to get a few kicks in on your Minnesota Messiah. It was really a questionable plan, considering he was following the lead of a man with such clear and sober mental capacities as one Bob Grenier. Nonetheless, despite my soul bearing the spirit of eight thousand men, a war with a former World Champion in PerZag, followed by a sneak attack was substantial enough to surprise me. Well done, Mr. Langston. Now, you get to reap what you’ve sown.
~Paras looks back at the camera, now situated to his side.~
Paul Paras: How unfortunate for you.
~As if sensing Paras’ movement, Raleigh athletically rolls backward from her cross-legged state, pushing off Paras’ back, flipping over, and gaining her footing on the mat in a perfect gymnastic landing. She performs a cute curtsy with a laugh as Paras pops to his feet, unfolding his spine one vertebra at a time and reaching his arms up to the sky, the words on his tanktop now becoming visible: “Legends Are Forgotten. Champions Are Forever.” He brings his arms down with resistance into a warrior pose as he now faces the camera.~
Paul Paras: Vincent, our match at Social Justice is fast approaching, and we are already speeding along the tracks. I am a bullet train aimed straight at your heart, while you are an engine barreling along with loads of steam but unaware that I’ve switched the tracks ahead of you. You claim to be an honorable fighter, but your history tells a different story-- first with Aiden Collins at Throwback, and now with your actions at Massacre. But all is well, and all is good, as I’ve already read the whole book and know exactly how your story ends. And when you and I get in the ring, Vincent, I’ll make sure you understand every twist, every turn, and every agonizing moment of this once-in-a-lifetime plot you find yourself in-- the quest of Vincent “The Legend” Langston to take the OCW Championship from its one true champion, Paul Paras. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry... and you’ll fail.
~Raleigh tosses Paras a towel, which he perfectly catches without so much as looking away from the camera. He swings the towel over one shoulder, then pulls the OCW World Title belt off the chair next to him and places it over his opposite shoulder.~
Paul Paras: As for you, PerZag, I am not the sort of high-and-mighty champion to ignore talent when I see it. You gave me a fight that shook the very plane of our collective existence and then stepped up to the plate to fend off the dogs of war, and for that, I am grateful and proud to have called you my adversary. Should we meet again, the result may be different. But “may” is another of those meaningless words, now isn’t it?
~Paras’ signature smirk forms as the Zen music fades away, leaving only the champion.~
Paul Paras: I’ll see you soon, OCW fans. And when I do, trust me-- there won’t be any sneak attacks from me. Langston is going to see me from a mile away. Then he’ll see my boot from a few feet away. Then he’ll see no more.
~Paras takes a deep breath, then peers deeply into the camera before we fade to black.~
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Singles Match
Hellraven (8-5) vs. Dazi Miyashita (2-0)
~We’re getting late in the evening…some big matches are still to come, including a few that have a major bearing on the MIKE ROTH MEMORIAL. Belvedere clears his throat to a huge ovation…it’s time for some more in-ring action~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~"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: And there’s Dazi Miyashita! She was able to get revenge on Veronica Taylor two weeks ago after Taylor attacked her, preventing Dazi from competing before Throwback
Hood: Yea, some people think that attack cost Dazi a match at Throwback
Smith: It very well may have…had that attack not happened…had Dazi gone on and won that match, she could be in Kitty Petrova’s position right now
Hood: But, it did…and, she isn’t
Smith: Indeed…however, a win here tonight would likely bump her way up the card
Belvedere: And, her opponent…
~The sounds of a thunderstorm echo across the arena speakers as purplish-blue spotlights come to life near the entrance ramp. At their centre, head down, arms folded, is a tall and slender figure, their long hair falling forward onto their face and partially obscuring it.~
~The figure remains in this position until a moment later, when the rainstorm transitions into the iconic opening guitar lead to Slayer's 'Raining Blood'. At the same time as this transition occurs, the blue spotlights go out, leaving the house lights to illuminate what is now clearly seen to be a young woman. As the riff begins, she uncrosses her arms, holding them out to each side in a double show of the metal horns as she indulges in a spot of headbanging~
~Then, as the legendary lead gives way to mid-tempo riffing, the girl makes her way down the ramp, keeping her focus on the ring but not neglecting the occasional outstretched hand in her path. Once at ringside, she scales the steel steps and lets herself in through the middle rope. From there, she makes her way across the mat to the furthest turnbuckle and slumps down into a seated position, her arms resting on her knees~
Belvedere: From Tokyo, Japan…standing 5’7 and weighing in at 130lbs…Hellraven!!!
Smith: And there’s Hellraven! She won her opening match in the Mike Roth Memorial and will now face Zolton in the semis
Hood: Yep, but first she gets to test Dazi Miyashita
Smith: Indeed…Dazi has all the makings to be a star in OCW…as does Hellraven…two of OCW’s brightest up and coming stars are about to do battle
~Raven glares at Dazi from across the ring. There appears to be some personal animosity…at least on her end. Dazi couldn’t care less, judging her expression as she limbers up, ready for a professional wrestling encounter~
Smith: If looks could kill
Hood: I’d ask what she’s so pissed about…but Hellraven is a damn millennial, she’s always pissed
Smith: I think she took umbrage with the fact Dazi referred to her as a man
Hood: Really? How the fuck do you get Raven mixed up with a man?
Smith: Lack of preparation, I’d imagine
~Miyashita heads toward the center of the ring. Raven just watches, with her blonde hair blocking most of her face. We can barely make out the black eyeliner as it does its best to accentuate her gaze. Dazi motions for Raven to come at her, anxious to get this going. Raven seems to take Dazi up on it…she marches toward Miyashita. Dazi tenses, readying for a lock up. Instead, she receives a loud SLAP across the face. Her head jerks to the right…her hair is all wonky after the blow. The crowd is all “OOOHHHH” Raven just glares at Dazi~
Smith: Holy smokes! That might have been the loudest slap in OCW history
Hood: You never call a woman sir, Smith. I think we all should have learned this thanks to Gamestop
Smith: Can we please not go there?
Hood: Sure, I’ve got no problem buying electronics at Best Buy…or online
~Dazi reaches for her mouth and looks at her hand. There’s a bit of blood in her palm. She turns around and smiles, nodding as if to say “Nice shot, kid.” She returns the favor with some forearm shots to the side of Raven’s face. They take their toll, but not near enough to stymie Raven’s anger. Raven ducks one of the blows and takes off, toward the ropes. Dazi turns around…Raven bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air with a crossbody! Dazi catches her~
Smith: Dazi may have done little research on Hellraven which, could be a fatal flaw…but she is still a talented competitor
Hood: Yea man I think that just goes to show how much confidence Dazi has in her game. She doesn’t have to know anything about who she’s facing
Smith: Seems more like narcissism than confidence to me, Hood. If it winds up costing her tonight then she’ll have nobody to blame but herself
~Raven tries to break free but seems to worsen the situation by giving Dazi some momentum to hoist her into a fireman’s carry. Miyashita drops Raven on her head with a DVD!! Raven is down. Dazi declines going for a pin, realizing more damage is required. She pulls Raven off the mat and hoists her onto her shoulder. Miyashita heads for a corner and tosses Raven up, dropping her with SNAKE EYES on the top buckle!!! Raven stumbles backward…Dazi turns around and drops her with a crossbody! She remains on top of Raven for the pin~
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KICK OUT
Smith: Kick out by Raven! She’s hanging in there
Hood: She probably came into this match too angry…I don’t know. She gave Dazi an opening, for sure
Smith: Well she is young and impetuous…but she’s super talented. At some point it’s all going to come together
~Dazi returns to her feet. She’s surprised to find Hellraven doing the same…the kid’s got resiliency. Dazi throws a kick into Raven’s gut. Raven doubles over. Dazi gets into position to hoist Raven up for a piledriver…she hooks Raven’s waist. She lifts Raven up…Raven manages to increase the momentum enough so she can spin forward and land on her feet, escaping the grip of Miyashita. She spins around, driving a back elbow into Dazi’s face. Dazi stumbles to the side. Raven drops down and spins her leg out, taking Dazi’s feet from under her. Dazi hits the mat~
Smith: Some quick offense by Hellraven! She’s in control
Hood: Yep she survived that rough start and is looking good
Smith: Indeed
~Raven snares Dazi’s legs…she’s back on her feet, looking to lock a Figure Four. She spins around and receives a boot into the ass. Raven stumbles forward. Dazi kips up. Raven turns around and Dazi throws a superkick…Raven ducks!! Dazi stumbles forward and turns around, only to eat a spinning heel kick from Hellraven!!! Dazi hits the mat and rolls out of the ring…Raven remains on her feet, looking more and more confident~
Smith: Great kick by Raven! She seems to be one step ahead of Dazi tonight
Hood: Match isn’t over yet, Smith
Smith: No, it is not…Dazi is an incredible talent and more than capable of flipping the script by the time the bell sounds
~Miyashita heads toward Carlton. She asks for the Singapore cane. Carlton, at first, denies her…hoping she’ll avoid using weapons to regain the advantage. Hellraven sees the ongoing conversation and heads for the ropes. She slides out of the ring. Scruff tries to stop here. Raven heads toward Dazi. Carlton, seeing Raven heading their way, quickly hands the cane over. Dazi turns around with the cane in hand. She swings it at the oncoming Raven. Raven ducks the blow!! Dazi spins around…Raven jumps up and delivers a BACK STABBER to Miyashita!!! The crowd pops! Miyashita arches her back in pain. Hellraven rolls onto all fours, reaching for her back, as well. The Singapore cane is left lying near Dazi~
Smith: Hellraven avoided the cane shot!
Hood: Yea, but I don’t know how smart it was executing that move out there
Smith: True…it did some damage to Raven…but, she’s young
~Scruff yells at Raven to get back into the ring. Raven takes offense to this…wondering why he’s singling her out. But, she slides in, not wanting to be DQ’d. This gives Dazi some time to recuperate. Dazi reaches for the cane and sits up against the steps. Scruff yells “ONE!” as he begins a count~
Smith: She’s going to use that cane again
Hood: How prophetic of you, Smith
Smith: Well, I mean, it wasn’t that difficult of a prediction to make, Hood
Hood: Yes, I know
~Dazi carefully returns to the ring, shielding the cane’s presence from Scruff. Scruff ends his count and turns his back…nothing obvious or due to distraction, the guy is just getting into a different position. Raven approaches Dazi from behind…Dazi jabs her in the gut with the end of the cane!!! Raven doubles over. Dazi spins around, slinging the cane at Raven’s head. Raven ducks!!! Dazi stumbles forward…Raven spins around and knocks the absolute shit out of Dazi with Discus Lariat (Quoth the Raven)!!!! Dazi turns inside out, dropping the cane. Raven kicks it out of the ring and makes the pin~
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~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…HELLRAVEN!!!!!
Smith: Great win by Hellraven!
Hood: Dazi got too infatuated with that cane, man.
Smith: That didn’t help her, for sure…but Raven was just better tonight. She was one step ahead throughout the duration of the contest
Hood: The light appears to be coming on, Smith
Smith: Indeed…it could be argued this is the biggest win of Hellraven’s career…a great momentum boost as she gears up to take on Zolton in the Mike Roth Memorial semis
~The arena lights go dark, causing the rabid OCW fans to cheer, because that’s just what wrestling fans do when the lights go out.~
Hood: Did Zybala forget to pay the electric bill again?
Smith: You've used that joke before. But he has been very busy lately. Maybe he did forget? We’ve worked under worse conditions.
Hood: I dunno, it’s getting pretty cold. Wait… is it fucking SNOWING in here?
~Hood is not wrong, as a powder snow has begun to fall from the rafters of the OCW arena, confusing the warm-weather Key West fans. Before anyone has a chance to build a snowman, the opening chords of “Hold Yourself Up” by The Polyphonic Spree begin to play and a sunburst of blue lasers cycle around the stage, gleaming through the snow. The big screen shows the scenes of political progress and protest that have been airing for the past three weeks, interspersed with scenes of young men and women dancing hypnotically to the music as snow falls around them. Soon, the OCW Arena stage is graced by a similar scene. A girl in a lacy white dress joyfully dances out onto the stage and is soon joined by two young men in white dress shirts and pants, followed by four more young people… then five… then even more until the entire stage is filled with white-clad millennials twirling through the snow as the music surrounds them.~
Hood: This is weird. Like, contact high from a Bob match weird.
Smith: And we’ve seen plenty of weird from these seats over the years.
~The dancing crowd parts and look even more energized by the sight of the two figures who have suddenly appeared in their midst. A man in a white caped tuxedo with a dazzling blue masquerade mask covering the upper half of his face and what appears to be a conductor’s wand in his hand stands tall with a large smile on his lips. A woman in flowing blue robes and an ornate white, blue, and gold Japanese Yokai wrestling mask over her face stands beside him, her hands folded in prayer. The man points the wand toward the ring and happily dances to the music himself as the cavalcade of young people cheer and follow him. The Yokai woman stands like a shepherdess watching her flock until every last one of them has headed to the ring, then finally follows them, her robes blowing in the makeshift snow.~
Smith: And here are the two people we saw for the first time last week on the steps of our nation’s Capitol. What an entrance!
Hood: The snowflakes.
Smith: They’re more than that, if they’re to be believed, Hood.
~The caped conductor and half of the white brigade enter the ring, accepting a collection of cheers, applause, and confusion from the fans in attendance, many of whom are simply impressed by the pageantry on display. The robed woman enters as well, but without any of the gallantry of her cohort, remaining mysteriously calm as if she isn’t there at all. The man receives a microphone.~
Man: Friends and family, we could not be happier to be here in the Online Championship Wrestling! Can you feel it? Can you?
~The man circles the ring, as if asking individual audience members.~
Man: That’s the joy of progress and the miracle of revolution you feel! Friends, we are in an era of unprecedented change. Institutions are crumbling, the old ways are dying off, and standing in their wake are the champions of it all-- these beautiful spirits you see before you! This beautiful generation we call ours!
~The white-clad revelers cheer at ringside as a few fans join in, but most are still unsure of what to think. The Yokai woman folds her arms, her visible eyes surveying the crowd.~
Man: Friends, we hear all the names that stunt revolutions, oh yes we do. They call us “millennials” with a scoff on your tongue, as if it’s an insult to be born in the greatest generation of all. They call us “social justice warriors” because we care about others more than we care about ourselves like any good human being should. And of course, when we show the slightest bit of resistance to someone being discriminated against, humiliated, or shamed for who they are…
~He stops to think, then smiles, staring with wide eyes into the camera with his finger on a shimmering blue snowflake on the forehead of his mask.~
Man: They call us “perfect little snowflakes,” don’t they, friends? But friends, we, including your brother and confidant, Robin Toth…
~Toth takes a bow with a sweep of his cape like a proper showman should.~
Robin Toth: ...We are here to tell you that they are… absolutely right! We are unique in every way, beautiful in every way, and when we come together, this machine kills fascists! This revolution begins new evolutions! This collection of snowflakes grows greater and greater until it blots out the sky entirely and creates a new one. Which brings us to why we are here in the Online Championship Wrestling in front of you all, our new friends. Here in the OCW, you all know what it means to be good citizens, don’t you? You all know that families shouldn’t be separated for the sake of politics. That withered old men shouldn’t have a hand in women’s reproductive rights. That there is no national crisis other than the incompetence of those who wield the power to declare it!
~Many fans in the OCW Arena, especially the younger ones, look genuinely intrigued by Toth’s words. A few more traditional wrestling fans, on the other hand, are actively booing and heckling from their seats. Toth’s eyes scan the crowd through his mask as he holds out the microphone toward those fans. Several of the younger fans heckle and boo the hecklers in response. Toth gracefully spins around in place, his cape following him, trying to capture all the voices he can.~
Robin Toth: Do you HEAR that? That’s the sound of an average OCW crowd, where SOOOO many voices are dying to be heard. For too long, our generation has been taught to toe the line and simply respect those that believe differently from us. But we propose a different approach. Here in the OCW, violence is the only way to solve issues, we’ve been told. And let us assure you, friends, standing before you is a glorious soul so filled with righteous fury that she caused one of the top women’s dojos in Japan to close their doors for fear of seeing the mask of the snow ghost...the YUKI-ONNA... haunting their halls again. She is our sister and protector, and we are indebted to her for showing us all how to stand up for who we are. Now, Yuki-san, please show our greatest gratitude to our newest friends.
~The masked woman bows respectfully to Toth and exits the ring, circling ringside until she comes across a man in the front row in his early 50s, sporting a beer gut, a scraggly beard, and a Harley-Davidson t-shirt and bandana. The man has been booing and yelling at the group since they arrived, and he continues to hurl drunken expletives at them.~
Fan: Fucking Jap, go back to Tokyo! And take your fucking pansy ass dancing friends with you!
~The Yuki-Onna stares at the fan through her mask and is quickly flanked by a growing number of the white-clad millennials. The fan’s volume goes down as the exponentially-growing number of eyes face him. The masked woman leans toward the man, beckoning him toward her with an outstretched finger. He shakes his head no at first but then hesitantly steps forward with an exasperated sigh.~
Smith: Can we get Knux and the security team out here? This could get dangerous for our fans quickly if this woman is as deadly as this Toth character says she is.
Hood: For once, I agree with you, Smith! Watch out, dumbass Harley guy!
Smith: Hood!
Hood: What? It’s true! Who in their right mind would get near this Yoko Ono woman? She killed John Lennon!
Smith: I believe it’s Yuki-Onna. And that’s not even slightly factual.
~The woman leans toward the fan, placing a snow white hand on his shoulder and bending her head around to seemingly whisper something in his ear. The belligerent man’s red face quickly grows pale as the woman’s robes. She backs up a step, reaching her free hand into her robe before producing what looks to be a small, blue, crystalline lotus flower, which she hands to the fan. The man stares at the flower as if in a trance, carrying it carefully back to his chair without saying another word. The Yuki-Onna bows again as the millennial revelers burst into cheers of adulation. The over-the-top Toth reacts similarly in the ring, throwing his conductor’s wand into the air.~
Robin Toth: YES!!! That is the way of the Sky, friends! Violence isn’t needed to reshape our world when it isn’t necessary-- the pure force of will, generosity, and love for our fellow man can move mountains! What Yuki-san just showed you is what is missing in the OCW in 2019: an appreciation for emotion and passion that we young people in this world are positively exploding with. We encourage you to follow us on this journey, as the snow continues to fall, and we all will soon look up at the same White Sky. Because TOGETHER!....
~The group of young people shout out with glee.~
All: WE ARE THE SKY!!!!!
~Toth produces a Cheshire Cat smile as “Hold Yourself Up” plays again. The white-clothed followers open the ropes for Toth to step out onto the apron and down to the floor, where he joins the the rest of his brethren in a spirited jaunt up the ramp, the Yuki-Onna walking quietly as a ghost among them.~
Smith: Well, crisis averted, but what a… different group this is. What do you think of these guys, Hood?
Hood: So wait, they are all about non-violence, but they have a Japanese assassin ghost with them just in case?
Smith: That sounds accurate. And this is a company known for its violence, after all, so it may not be long before we see her in the ring. It’s a scary thought.
Hood: I ain’t afraid of no ghosts! But someone might need to go wake up dumbass Harley guy. He looks like Checkers did at Throwback.
Smith: Even behind the mask, she was pretty alluring.
Hood: They’re millennial kids, Smith. You’re pushing sixty.
Smith: I AM NOT… In ANY event, let’s move on.
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Elimination Chamber Qualifier
“The Marvel” Matt Meyhu (24-3) vs. Wallace the Windy City Weirdo (0-1)
~The crowd has a groovy vibe. Is it because the newest member of the OCW Hall of Fame is about to step foot inside a ring on a Monday Night Massacre for the first time in months? Or, is WALLACE MANIA sweeping the OCW galaxy? We do not know. Belvedere clears his throat to a strong ovation~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a qualifier for the Elimination Chamber match at Social Justice! Introducing first…
~”Livin In The Sunlight” by Tiny Tim begins to play. Wallace rides out on a unicycle giving out giant rainbow swirl twist lollipops all down the aisle way on both sides and all around ring side, even giving them to the camera men, the commentators and the announcer as well as ring side to all fans. He stands up on the seat of the unicycle and jumps to the apron flinging himself into the ring with a series of front handsprings into a split~
Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 170lbs…Wallace The Windy City Weirdo!!!
~The fans have no idea how to react~
Smith: And here’s Wallace
Hood: I really hope Meyhu wins tonight…Wallace has his game face on
Smith: Please
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~“Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West hits as the lights dim. Green lights flicker throughout the arena as Matt Meyhu walks slowly out onto the ramp. Matt poses for the fans with a smirk on his face, receiving a chorus of boos. He shrugs them off and walks down the ramp, ignoring fans who reach out to him, until he reaches the ring apron. He hops up onto it and grabs the top rope before vaulting over into the ring. Matt lands and hops up and down a few times before making his way over to his corner. He climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and poses once more for the fans, oblivious to the reaction he is getting. He laughs as he hops down and takes his place in the corner~
Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 240lbs…he is a former two time OCW Champion…he is in the OCW Hall of Fame…he is “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu!!!
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Smith: Probably the biggest JOKE of a qualifying match in company history
Hood: Only because Meyhu is forced to earn his way in. This man should be IN the main event at Social Justice…not fighting for a main event spot at the ppv after Social Justice
Smith: He had a great run…he lost, now he has to fight his way back
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Meyhu motions for Wallace to come at him. Wallace lets out a battle screech and sprints at Meyhu. The Marvel throws a lariat…Wallace ducks!!! He takes Meyhu’s back!! Wallace locks his legs around Meyhu’s waist and tries to apply a sleeper. Wallace shakes his head around, yelling and screaming like a true windy city weirdo. Meyhu seems more frustrated than anything~
Smith: Geez
Hood: That man needs to be locked away
Smith: I just don’t get it
Hood: That’s because you’re looking at things from a sane perspective
~Meyhu stumbles toward the ropes. He reaches up, snaring Wallace by his weird hair style. He yanks forward, flipping Wallace over. He tosses Wallace forward…Wallace flips over the top rope and lands roughly on his ass, outside!! He hits with a sickening thud, reaching for his ass. The crowd pops for the tremendous fall~
Smith: Meyhu just yanked Wallace off his back and threw him down like a piece of garbage
Hood: I think garbage may take offense to that comparison
Smith: I doubt it
~Meyhu slides out of the ring, under the bottom rope. He snares Wallace, who is sitting up, by his hair and throws him head first into the barricade!!! Wallace hits hard…the barricade nearly collapses from impact. Meyhu goes right back after Wallace. He grabs the Windy City Weirdo by the back of his neck and waist of his pants…he carries him toward the ring like a sack of shit. He reaches back and hurls Wallace back into the ring…Wallace flies through the middle and bottom rope, slamming into the mat and rolling near the center. The crowd is taken aback by Meyhu’s aggression. The Marvel slowly ascends the steps, returning to the ring~
Smith: This is decimation
Hood: Meyhu is making a point tonight. The guy isn’t fucking around…he wants his title back
Smith: And poor Wallace is standing in the way
~Meyhu walks up to Wallace. Wallace is on his knees, wincing in pain. He holds a hand up, asking Meyhu for a moment. Meyhu boots him right in the face. Wallace collapses to the mat, lying in an awkward pose. Meyhu snares Wallace by the hair…he yanks him to his feet, holding him up. He drops Wallace straight into the mat with EGO TRIP!!! Wallace is done. Meyhu makes the cover~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the first person to qualify for the Elimination Chamber….“THE MARVEL” MATT MEYHU!!!!!
Smith: Ouch…that’s all I can really say
Hood: The king of OCW just stepped into that ring and showed everyone why he is what I just called him. He is the man
Smith: He’s got a shot to reclaim his crown, Hood. But, he’s got to outlast five other competitors in an Elimination Chamber to do so.
Hood: Pssh, small potatoes, Smith. SMALL POTATOES
Smith: Well, alright then…dominant win by the former champion who has never looked better. Our main event is up shortly but, until then, let’s head backstage
~We cut backstage to the OCW BREAK ROOM. Zybala has just entered. He spots Bifford with three trays of food, chowing down on what appears to be a turkey leg. Earl reaches over, trying to grab a fry from one of the trays, only to get stared down by Biff as the former OCW Champion rips some loose meat from the leg bone. Zybala heads over~
Zybala: Bifford! Just the man I wanted to see! How are you?
~Bifford doesn’t respond. He continues to eat~
Zybala: Ah, not wanting to talk with your mouthful, very polite but there’s no need for that kind of caution…not when I’m running things.
~Biff turns and says something to Earl. His mouth is ridiculously full of delicious turkey meat. Earl nods and looks at Zybala. The GM smiles and appears anxious~
Earl: Bifford says the only authority figure he’ll talk to around here is himself, or Dean.
Zybala: I can understand the old guard being a little…
~Zybala is cut off. Bifford leans in…mouth full of delicious turkey meat…he whispers into Earl’s ear again. Earl wipes at his ear when Biff is done, removing some grease~
Earl: He might also consider talking to white Dean…if he were available.
Zybala: I see. Well I came in here to offer Bifford something but if he’s not willing to listen then I can go.
~Bifford and his turkey filled mouth whispers into Earl’s ear again~
Earl: Bifford says he doesn’t really know what white Dean looks like…it’s hard for him to remember. So he’s willing to pretend that you’re white Dean long enough to hear your offer
Zybala: Very well then…Bifford, that was a nice win you had last week. Sure, the circumstances leading to the pin were a bit…less than optimal…but, you’ve been nothing short of phenomenal since returning. And, considering I’m having Qualifiers for the Elimination Chamber…I thought we could count your win from last week as qualification enough to enter the Chamber.
~Bifford finishes off his turkey leg and drops it onto the tray. He grabs another Turkey leg and takes a huge bite~
Zybala: You can take that entry OR…you can run Massacre for a week…one week only…next week.
~Bifford nods and whispers to Earl. As he’s whispering to Earl...Earl tries to take a fry. Biff whispers something menacing in Earl’s name, causing the man to quickly pull his arm back~
Earl: Bifford says he’ll go with option B. He thinks the new era of fans need to experience a Bifford booked Massacre.
Zybala: Wow…I…I hadn’t anticipated Biff going with that option. Well, okay then…I’m a man of my word. Bifford…you will run Monday Night Massacre next week!
~Bifford continues to eat. Zybala waits for something, anything out of Biff…but he’s getting nothing. So, Zybala simply stands and exits~
Smith: Bifford is running Massacre next week!
Hood: Man this might give me some Vietnam level flashbacks to the Bifford tenure of…2002?
Smith: Those were some wild and crazy times. Anyway, folks…it’s Main Event time…so let’s head down to the ring!
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Mike Roth Memorial
Semi-Final
Bob Grenier (22-14) vs. Roach (7-6)
~It’s main event time and this crowd knows it! They’ve got a potentially brutal affair on the horizon. The fans are where they need to be to get an eye full of action. Belvedere, standing in the ring, clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our main event of the evening!! This match is a Semi-Final Match in the Mike Roth Invitational and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~There is a shrill scream over the speakers before the Halloween theme begins to play. The fans give a somewhat mixed reaction…although boos seem to be prevailing over cheers, though the cheers are apparent. Roach emerges from behind the curtain sporting his Michael Myers mask. Roach heads to the ring, and some fans actually reach out for high fives. Maybe teaming with Alice has softened the fans view of the big man. Roach looks at the hands confused, not sure how to handle positive fan interactions, but just keeps making his way to the ring. He rolls under the ropes and stands up, taking off his mask in the process~
Belvedere: From Windsor, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 265lbs…Roach!
Smith: And we’re getting another look at Roach! Many people think 2019 could be the year of the insect
Hood: The year of the insect…
Smith: Sounded better in my head
Hood: Let’s hope so
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
Where the hood...
Where the hood…
Where the hood at…
~Grenier steps out from behind the curtain to a huge ovation!! He has a brown paper bag in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. Grenier walks down the ramp looking like a kid on Christmas. He slides under the ropes into the ring and walks to his corner~
Belvedere: From Timmins, Ontario, Candada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs…he is a former OCW Champion and an OCW Hall of Famer…he is…Bob Grenier!!!
Smith: And Bob Grenier back out here for the second week in a row!
Hood: Two Canadians about to bash their brains in…what could be better?
Smith: The winner of this match will take on the winner of next week’s contest between Hellraven and Zolton
Hood: So this is basically for the Mike Roth Trophy…that’s what you’re telling me?
Smith: Absolutely not! Zolton and Hellraven are MORE than capable of winning this tournament
Hood: I guess we’ll have to wait and see
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits the ring~
Smith: And here we go!
Hood: Almost like looking the mirror…these two. Well, aside from that whole Michael Myers mask thing
Smith: Two dirty individuals. Two men who have had their fair share of issues with Alice Knight. Two Canadians…a lot of similarities indeed
~Roach and Grenier have a stare down in the center of the ring. The crowd is on their feet. The two men size one another up…is this the first time they’ve faced? Maybe. Two men who bleed OCW…two men who have wrestled in OCW since 2014. They finally square off in a one on one match with something major at stake~
Smith: I’m surprised it’s taken this long for these two to go at it under these types of conditions
Hood: A couple of filthy Canadians…let’s hope they both lose!
Smith: Rude and short sighted…Canada has been great to OCW
~As if on cue the two men throw down! Lefts and rights are traded back and forth…neither man is giving an inch. The crowd cheers the impromptu brawl…it’s the type of violence they know and love~
Smith: And we’re off and running!
Hood: Now THIS is what I like…two men just beating the shit out of each other
Smith: I doubt we’ll see much technical wrestling in this one, folks
~They continue to brawl. It seems like it should end…or that one person should gain the upper hand but, nope…they just brawl and brawl in the center of the ring. Neither man is willing to back down or give way. Both men cease punching and reach to rake each other’s eyes. They succeed!! Both men stagger back, reaching for their faces~
Smith: They had the same idea
Hood: I think that’s the first double eye rake in OCW history
Smith: You might be right
~Roach recovers first and charges at Grenier. Grenier dodges a lariat. Roach runs into the ropes and stops. He turns around and is met with a clothesline that sends him over the top rope and to the outside~
Smith: Great clothesline by Grenier
Hood: Yep, Roach is a big fucker…that’s quite a load to get over that top rope
Smith: Indeed
~Roach lands on his feet…but he stumbles into the barricade. He straights up in time for Bob to come flying over the top rope with a plancha!! He lands on top of Roach, taking the big man down! He gets to his knees and starts to drill Roach in the forehead with some straight right hands~
Smith: Grenier is all over Roach!
Hood: I think he really wants this, Smith
Smith: Well he does have a special bond with Uber Man
Hood: Murderers always have a bond with their victims…at least, that’s what I hear
~Grenier pops back to his feet. Scruff yells “ONE!” beginning a count. Grenier flips Scruff off…he’s obviously not concerned with being counted out. He stomps on Roach a few times, keeping him down. Grenier heads over toward the steel steps, looking to remove the top layer. Scruff yells from inside the ring that he’ll be DQ’d if he uses them. Grenier ignores Scruff…he stands over Roach and hoists the steps in the air. Scruff slides out of the ring, making his warning crystal clear~
Smith: If he hits Roach with those steps he’ll be DQ’d and his run in this tournament will be over
Hood: Bob is giving no fucks right now
Smith: He hasn’t crossed the line, yet
~Grenier sighs. He weighs the option and decides against using the steps. He turns to put them back in place. Roach sits up. He gets to his feet and gives a big boot to the back of Grenier’s head!!! Bob stumbles forward and slams his face into the top tier of steps!!! His body tumbles over the bottom tier, landing on the other side~
Smith: And the steps have come into play…in a very unforeseen manner
Hood: Is Scruff going to apologize for once again influencing a match?
Smith: He’s trying to do his job, Hood
Hood: Is he going to DQ Roach?
Smith: I don’t think he is
~Scruff shakes his head, maybe feeling bad. But, not bad enough to call a DQ. Roach heads over to Grenier. Scruff gets back into the ring and begins the count all over again by yelling “ONE!” Roach doesn’t need long…he pulls Grenier from the ground and hurls him back into the ring. Roach slides in behind Bob and pops back to his feet. He yanks Bob off the mat and lifts him up, over his shoulder. He drills Bob into the mat with a powerslam~
Smith: Roach has the upper hand…this could be all he needs
Hood: Way to go, Scruff. Way to go
~Roach yanks Bob up and drapes him over his shoulders. He spins Bob around for an F-5…Bob lands on his feet. Roach blocks a punch from Bob and whips him into a corner…Bob hits hard. Roach charges in and squashes Bob with a clothesline!!! Bob staggers out…Roach picks him up, spins around and drops him with a bodyslam. He hooks the leg for the cover~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Kick out by Bob! He’s hanging in there…but he needs to change the direction of this match, in a hurry
Hood: Yea, Roach is dominating him
~Roach returns to his feet and brings Grenier along with him. He knees Grenier in the gut and hooks him for a suplex. He motions that this match is over. He lifts Bob up, looking for his patented jackhammer (6 feet under). Grenier wiggles free and hits the mat…he’s back to back with Roach and drops him with a neckbreaker!!! Both men are down…the fans are cheering, eager to see who will come out on top~
Smith: And Bob has hit the reset! He’s got a chance!
Hood: Winner goes to the finals of the Mike Roth Memorial
Smith: Indeed
~Both men struggle to their feet. They return to a standing posture at the same time. They trade blows, much like before. Roach gets the upper hand. Bob reels back against the ropes. Roach shoots Bob off the ropes…Bob reverses the irish whip into a short arm clothesline. His arm smacks Roach in the chest. He follows that up by driving his hand into Roach’s throat with a short, jab like thrust. Roach bends over, coughing. Bob picks him up, turns around and drops him head first on the mat with CHULA VISTA DIRT BOMB!!! Bob makes the cover~
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~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the man advancing to the finals of the Mike Roth Memorial….BOB GRENIER!!!!!
Smith: Bob did it! He managed to stun Roach long enough to hit him with his patented Chula Vista Dirt Bomb and score the pin!
Hood: Yea man Bob’s having a pretty good 2019 so far
Smith: Indeed…this year is off to a much better start for Mr. Grenier. Well, that's all the time we have for tonight, folks...be sure to tune in tomorrow evening for a special edition of Monday Night Massacre as we throw it back to the Bifford era!
~We fade to black~