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OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! Monday, March 4th 2019
From The OCW Arena in Key West, Florida

~The month of February is behind us. A new week – a new month is upon us. Which is fine…spring is right around the corner, basketball is kicking into gear, and baseball is just around the corner. So much to look forward to. Isn’t life GREAT?! Some might disagree…but this guy right here is in a good mood. He struts through his kitchen snaring a bag of Funyuns (so good). He grabs a giant bottle of Ginger Ale. A recent 6 hour flight reminded him he had a latent fondness for Ginger Ale…Schweppes, to be precise. He takes a seat on his couch and stretches out his arms. It then hits him…HOLY SHIT SOCIAL JUSTICE IS ONE WEEK AWAY. The man scrambles for his remote…it’s the go home show and, boy do we have a way to travel to get home. He flips his TV on and sees the Massacre logo…he breathes a sigh of relief…JUST MADE IT. He leans back and opens the bag of Funyuns. He peers inside to find most of the rings intact. He turns and smiles at the camera. Our view cuts to the OCW Arena!! It’s full of screaming fans who are ready to find out the completion of next week’s epic card. We dart directly to Smith and Hood~

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

Hood: You may all emerge from your safe space. A Bifford Massacre is over.

Smith: That was, well, that was an event

Hood: Yes, it was an event

Smith: Tonight we focus on Social Justice. Three pivotal matches will take place that will have a major say in the finalized lineup of next week’s PPV event.

Hood: The twitter world is ablaze! I think they are worried about their goofy little garden nestled atop HQ’s roof. Will we rip it up? Is Grenier going to attempt to smoke some of the plants?

Smith: I believe the garden will be maneuvered into a safe location prior to the event, Hood.

Hood: Weak ass, WEAK ASS

Smith: In case you fans missed the announcement…next week’s event SOCIAL JUSTICE will take place from the ROOF of Twitter Headquarters in San Francisco, California

Hood: And somebody WILL be going over the roof

Smith: DON’T PROMISE AND/OR SAY THINGS LIKE THAT

Hood: I’m just trying to increase the hype, man

Smith: That is NOT the way to do it. Folks, we have two Process of Elimination Matches that will round out the Elimination Chamber field. We will also see the finals of the Mike Roth Memorial in tonight’s main event as Bob Grenier takes on Hellraven

Hood: It’s been fun, Hellraven but move out of the way and let the big boys put on a show

Smith: You are such a Neanderthal

Hood: Shame me all you want, Smith. You will not dampen my spirit. I’m HYPED for Social Justice

Smith: First positive thing you’ve said since the show started. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m also told GM Mike Zybala has a big announcement for later tonight concerning –

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~Smith is interrupted by the depressing chords belonging to the infamous Stone Temple Pilots song ‘Creep’. The fans all stand and turn toward the entrance, curious as to whom this song belongs. They are crestfallen when the wounded visage of the former GM, Marcus Welsh emerges from behind the curtain. Who were they expecting? Jack Sullivan? Welsh is toting a small, black bag secured via a draw string which is wrapped around his closed fist. He trudges down to the ring looking like he’s in need of a hug and tug (half off, of course). He slowly ascends the steps and enters the ring. The fans begin to chant “LOSER!” at the former GM. He pauses and does the impossible…lowers his head even further. Belvedere extends the microphone. Welsh slowly accepts. The song hits its crescendo as the fans sing along, albeit with an alternate version~

Fans: HE’S HALF THE MAN HE USED TO BE

~Welsh nearly drops the mic he’s so wounded by their chant. The music comes to a merciful halt – someone backstage has the former GM’s back (probably Greg). Welsh sucks some wind, gathering the composure he usually exudes with ease. He lifts his head and stares into the camera…his hair is wild, unkempt. His beard is the same. He’s got the homeless look down. The fans enjoy a nice laugh. Welsh’s head turns down just a bit, meeting the mic halfway~

Marcus Welsh: It’s been a rough year

~A mixture of laughs and boos overwhelm the back half of whatever statement Welsh was attempting to make. He allows the noise to die out before continuing~

Marcus Welsh: I’ve contemplated many avenues since Death March. They all seemed far more desirable than following the lead of a man who still watches cartoons.

~A huge pop! The fans chant for their beloved GM Mike Zybala~

Marcus Welsh: I feel like I’m in some sort of parallel dimension. The BerenSTAIN dimension. I want out.

~Welsh lets out an exaggerated sigh as the vitriolic, crass OCW crowd chants “JUST DO IT!” Welsh looks around with a cocked eyebrow~

Marcus Welsh: That’s your advice?

~The crowd responds with “YES!” Welsh begins to untie the black bag he’s toting~

Marcus Welsh: Something has got to change. I can’t go on like this. This prison of depression I’ve found myself locked away inside since December is getting me nowhere. I’ve sat around waiting for change when, the realization struck that change begins with me.

~Welsh removes a giant pair of clippers. The crowd is confused…they can’t possibly fathom how a neck or wrist could be cut with the relatively safe ‘blades’ of hair clippers. Welsh flips a switch…a slight buzzing is picked up by the mic~

Marcus Welsh: It’s time for a change.

~He brings the clippers to his throat. A few of the more naïve fans in the crowd tremble with horror, turning away. The clippers make a slight turn upward and begin to slice away the disheveled beard covering Welsh’s classic good looks and chiseled bone structure. The buzzing fills the arena…the fans seem annoyed by it. They begin to boo~

Marcus Welsh: This beard is a nuisance. It itches. I don’t know how you people live with these things. Much like our loathsome GM, this beard is a 24/7 nuisance that needs to be eviscerated from existence.

~Welsh finishes with the beard. These clippers are super-efficient. He raises the clippers toward the dirty mop that covers his once well-manicured head~

Marcus Welsh: And this hair…how do you people deal with the extra care involved in making something like this look halfway decent? Spending hours in front of a mirror ensuring you get all the angles in place…kind of like spending 90% of an OCW show attempting to figure out what the hell is going on under Zybala’s management. I know…I know…a major encumbrance.

~Welsh begins to shave his head. The hair falls to the mat, creating a fluffy moat around his feet. He speaks as he works to get the sides and the back~

Marcus Welsh: It’s time for a fresh start. It’s time for a renewed energy. No more wasted time on shit that’s in the past. I’m looking forward to the present. I’m looking forward to bringing things back to the efficiently effective manner in which they were once presented. I don’t know how. I don’t know when…but soon Zybala’s reign will come to an end and I, your rightful GM will be back in charge.

~Welsh finishes, turning the clippers off~

~“Welcome to the Party” By French Montana, Lil’ Pump & Zhavia Ward begins to blast over the P.A. system! Jason Kortare walks on the stage as he looks down at the ring and see’s Marcus Welsh and his hair. He had a somewhat serious look on his face as he walks down the entrance way and makes his way up the ring post and enters the ring through the ropes. Looking over at Marcus, he grabs a microphone as both men now stand in the center of the ring~

[Jason]: “Mr. Welsh, it’s nice to officially meet you. I promise you that I didn’t come out here to waste your time. As a man who is a wrestling veteran who’s won several championships, I got something to say.”

~Welsh places his clippers back in the bag and kicks some of the hair away, clearing the stage for this promising newcomer to speak~

[Jason]: “First of all, I think it’s pathetic and absurd that a man of my caliber had a debut match last week, that consisted of a rotisserie chicken and a bunch of low life opponents who isn’t even on my in-ring level. I didn’t come here to waste my time, I believe that OCW used to be a well rounded establishment, i’m sure that I can help make it relevant again. My debut match was a fluke, my debut match was supposed to be my moment to shine, my opportunity to show all of those goons in the back who Jason Kortare is. I came out here tonight because I am reaching out to you, man to man.”

~Jason takes a moment to think about what he wants to say as he moves closer towards Marcus. Marcus runs his hand along his clean shaven head, wincing at the idea of a rotisserie chicken being involved in a match~

[Jason]: “I am a man who can take OCW to another level, but I can’t do that if my skill level continues to get overlooked. I am reaching out to you for a partnership Mr. Welsh. I need you back on top with your authority here as General Manager.”

~Crowd boos, not liking the idea of Welsh back in charge. Welsh looks down at his palm, spotting a bunch of tiny hairs. He rubs them along the side of his pants. He looks at Kortare and sizes the man up~

[Jason]: “Last week, the OCW fans watched me attack the new rookie, Tison Kalei with the help of OCW’s newest rising star, Jackson Black. Perhaps I should explain myself, well, Jackson and I decided to work together here in OCW, Tison Kalei got attacked by us because he’s weak!”

~crowd boos~

[Jason]: “I am a superstar who is going to rebuild his legacy right here in OCW. Tison Kalei is a rookie who never should have gotten the time and investment that has been put into him coming to OCW. I am reaching out to you Marcus because I want to be your right hand man. Nobody can truly run Monday Night Massacre like you sir. I want to be your official butcher, the one that gets rid of all that dead weight.”

~Welsh apparently likes what he is hearing. He rubs his freshly shaved chin~

Welsh: Jason, I’m sorry you had to compete in a match that featured a rotisserie chicken. That’s...well, that’s simply unacceptable for a man with your skill set. When I look at you, Jason...I see potential. I see someone who could headline some of OCW’s biggest events. You, Mr. Kortare, are not a talent to be squandered.

~The fans boo. Kortare isn’t exactly who they envision as a future FACE of the company~

Welsh: What you did last week showed initiative. It showed the type of attitude that embodies winners. You punked that loser and made a statement. Now, if I were the GM then you’d be in one of the Process of Elimination Matches this evening. But, I’m not...I’m merely a commissioner - a commissioner whose hands are permanently tied. I can only do so much in the current environment which is why Aubrey Baxter is in one of the Elimination Chamber qualifiers and you, Jason, are not.

~Jason nodded~

[Jason]: “Don't worry Marcus, with our new partnership I know we can make OCW better than what it was. Trust me sir, I'm all about breaking through barriers and doors to make things happen. I wanted to use OCW as my new platform to finally get my hands on a heavyweight title shot because I knew OCW wasn't just some old low budget wrestling shindig. I can do more than just compete in the ring, I'm a businessman, how do you feel about OCW going….Hollywood?”

~crowd reacts. Jason puts his arm around Mr. Welsh as he leans in Walsh's ear~

[Jason]: “Let's talk business, I think you and I might have something here.”

~“Whatever U Like” By Nicole Scherzinger hits the P.A. system, Aubrey Baxter comes from behind the curtain as she makes her way down the entrance way with a slightly pissed off look on her face. She climbs up the ring post and enters the ring, grabbing the microphone she doesn't waste any time~

[Aubrey]: “Jason Kortare, I do not believe a word you just said!”

~crowd reacts. Aubrey was angry~

{Aubrey}: “Jason, I have been around you for years, I came here to OCW with you because I honestly thought that you had become a better person. We were supposed to work together here. I should have known that you will always be a power hungry snake who could never be a good decent human being. You son of a b*tch, you had the nerve to influence Jackson Black and help attack my husband last week!”

~Jason looks at her with a smirk~

{Aubrey}: “You think that I don’t deserve to be in this elimination qualifier match? I have earned my way up to the top just as much as you have. I look forward to you seeing me succeed tonight, while you sit in the back. How dare you attack my husband, how dare you try to manipulate Marcus Welsh and have a negative influence on him. How dare you insult my credibility as somebody who deserves to compete in this ring.”

~Jason shakes his head with a grin~

[Jason]: “Aubrey, sweetheart, you are very hostile tonight. I have absolutely nothing to do with Jackson attacking your hubby last week. Jackson Black is a true superstar who is tired of being in Tison’s shadow, just like he was back in WWH. I was simply being a friend to Jackson and supporting him.”

~Aubrey walks over to Mr. Welsh, you can tell that she was aggravated~

{Aubrey}: “Mr. Welsh, do not trust this man, OCW going Hollywood? All he cares about is his own personal gain, he’s….”

~Jason cuts her off.~

[Jason]: “This woman is just mad because she now has to sleep with Tison, instead of getting the good sex that she used to get with me.”

~Crowd reacts! Aubrey Baxter gives Jason Kortare a hard SLAP across the face! Jason and Aubrey quickly get into a heated argument but Marcus Welsh gets in between them and breaks them up. Aubrey’s opening match was coming up very shortly. Security came into the ring to keep Jason and Aubrey separated from each other. Marcus and Jason exits the ring area with Jason having his arm around Welsh’s shoulder as he walks up the ramp with him while whispering things in his ear. Welsh listens, nodding along, taking in whatever poison Kortare seems to be dripping into his ear~

Smith: Wow! What a start! I don’t know where to begin

Hood: Welsh is on the mend. Kortare is doing what’s best for OCW and, well, Aubrey is yet another irrational woman

Smith: Whatever! Aubrey has earned her way into tonight’s Process of Elimination match! I don’t know much about Kortare but I can already tell he’s a selfish individual with nothing on his mind outside of his own goals and aspirations

Hood: And that’s bad because…

Smith: Stuff like this is why we CAN’T have Welsh back in charge. OCW is fresh and new and exciting…look at the roster…look at the enthusiasm. King Infinity is dead. Meyhu’s reign of terror has come to an end. We need more Zybala and less Welsh

Hood: What the fuck ever…but, sadly, more of Zybala is what we’re going to get. That fool is locked in for the rest of the year, right?

Smith: Right

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~The scene opens up backstage in the co-office of General Manager Mike Zybala and Commissioner Greg. We can see Greg standing bent over at the corner of Zybala's desk with his chin resting on his hands as Zybala has his head looking back and forth between paperwork and his computer. After a few moments pass, Zybala looks up to see Greg just looking at him. The two stare at each other for a bit before Zybala breaks the awkward tension~

Zybala: Something on your mind there, Greggers?

Greg: I had no idea Marcus was going to shave his head. I knew he’d get rid of the beard but..that hair...that beautiful hair.

Zybala: Right? What does he expect you to run your hands through while you two are cuddling? I think that was a little inconsiderate that he didn't ask you first. Speaking of inconsiderate, where does he get off going to the ring and saying that he's the commissioner without even talking to me about it at all. He didn't return any of my calls, so he lost out. That's why I named you commissioner.

~Greg looks around, sheepishly~

Zybala: Greg?

~Greg sighs~

Greg: I may have told Marcus he could have the role back whenever he wanted.

~Zybala shakes his head in disappointment~

Greg: He was just so upset! He had that wild beard...the untamed hair, this crazed look in his eyes. It was all I could do to keep him from losing it.

~Zybala slowly nods~

Greg: It’s for the best, though. Marcus knows more about this stuff than I do. I just wish he wouldn’t have shaved his head…

~Greg let’s out another sigh. Zybala shakes his head. He had no intention of upsetting Greg.~

Zybala: Look Greg, I understand you're reasoning for what you did, but I wish you was have talked to me first. It would have been a nice to get a heads up. Also I need to sign off on it. We can't really play hot potato with positions all willy nilly.

~Greg looks crestfallen.~

Zybala: But, I will allow it since it's so important to you. Though if I'm completely honest, I do prefer working with you instead of Marcus. You have a much more pleasant nature than him.

~Greg looks up with wide, enthusiastic eyes. It appears as though he wants to hug Zybala. There is a tense moment - static is in the air. Zybala can tell what Greg is thinking. Standing up, Zybala starts to open his arms. He figures a hug would make Greg's day. Greg gasps and opens his arms when suddenly, the door opens! In walks a freshly shaven Welsh. The crowd boos~

Welsh: Gentlemen

~Zybala and Greg quickly drop their arms and turn toward Welsh, who is none the wiser.~

Welsh: Look, Greg...I know what you’re going to say. I just had to. A fresh start, you know?

~Greg stands and exits leaving Zybala and Welsh in the office~

Welsh: Mike.

Zybala: Marcus. I hope your time off was well. I see that you're finally accepting my offer to be the commissioner. Though I'm sad to lose Greg, I'm hoping that we can have the same friendly working relationship that he and I had. Plus your experience will be a welcome addition.

~Welsh brushes past Zybala and swipes a bunch of Greg’s newly purchased clothing items off his desk. Welsh takes a seat behind the desk, opening drawers and inspecting the overall sturdiness of the commissioner’s office station~

Welsh: Sure. Listen, I know you botched things up pretty severely at Throwback, costing us the new FACE of OCW. But, that’s okay...I’ve got someone else in mind. With your -

~Welsh nearly loses his lunch. He swallows hard to keep whatever is in his stomach down and proceeds to eke out some distasteful dialogue~

Welsh: Permission, I’d like to sign…

~Zybala holds up a hand, cutting off Welsh's sentence. Welsh looks annoyed but holds his tongue.~

Zybala: Look, I know your big on hiring outside “big deals” but I like it when people earn title shots instead of just coming in and expecting one. That's why I didn't expect a title shot as soon as I came here. I wanted to earn one. Speaking of earning a title shot, I have a big announcement to make later tonight. You're more than welcomed to join me out there, but I have a feeling you would rather have a violent bowel movement.

~ Zybala walks out of the office as Welsh just stares hatred at the man. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Welsh just waltzes back and expects to regain a semblance of control over this company...

Hood: Why not? He built modern day OCW from the ground up. Without Welsh Zybala would be sitting in Emilio's backyard sipping on PBR and watching Dragon Tail G

Smith: Dragon Ball Z

Hood: What.Ever

Smith: I'm glad to see Zybala standing firm and very excited to hear his announcement later this evening

Hood: You are? Cool. I'll go take a piss and you can cover things during that portion of the broadcast

Smith: Nope. That will come later, folks. In the meantime we're scheduled to get the in ring action kicked off in tremendous fashion! A process of elimination match is up next...the winner will go on to compete in the Elimination Chamber at Social Justice! Let's head down to ringside...

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Process of Elimination
Aubrey Baxter (2-0), Bester Freund (10-5), & Evin Empire (2-0) vs. Ariel Shadows (5-1), Roach (7-7), & the Queenslayer Legion (4-2)

~The crowd is ready! They survived a Bifford Massacre and are pumped for the GO HOME show for Serial Thrillers. The in ring action appears set to get underway as Belvedere stands, center of the ring…he clears his throat to a HUGE OVATION. Kelly is gone and the BELVEDERE is back!~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the opening contest for this evening is a Process of Elimination Match! Two teams of three will begin. The winning team will move into a triple threat. The winner of the triple threat will go on to compete in the Elimination Chamber at Social Justice! Introducing first…

~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: Aubrey Baxter coming out here for what will be the biggest test of her OCW career

Hood: She’s certainly passed my eye test!

Smith: Wonderful

~ 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: We’re getting our third look at Evin Empire. He is the reigning OCW Newcomer of the Month…he beat out arguably the toughest field in company history to win that award

Hood: He’s a legit threat to win this, Smith

Smith: Some view him as the favorite!

~Arch Enemy's The Eagle Flies Alone plays and after a minute Bester slowly strols on out from the back to a huge pop from all of his little buddies that still believe in him and everything he stands for~

When I was born the seed was sown

I will not obey, my life is my own

Battle rows, which do enslave me

Exposed lies that enrage me

~Bester crouches down at the top of the ramp and lowers his head for a second. He looks up and locks his sights on the ring. Bester nods to himself and slaps himself in the head a couple of time and takes off in a full sprint down to the ring~

I don't believe in heaven, I don't believe in hell

Never joined the herd, could not adjust well

Slave and master, it's not for me

I choose my own path, set myself free

~Bester slides in under the bottom rope and pops up, sprinting across the ring and bouncing off the ropes before coming to a stop in middle of the ring, where he points to one of his Little Buddies, one of his Shinning Stars, his Rainbow Warriors and waves to them. He just couldn't help himself~

Belvedere: From Scottsdale, Arizona…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 320lbs…he is a former OCW Craze Champion…Bester Freund!

Smith: And there’s Bester! Big opportunity for the former Craze Champion tonight.

Hood: Yea, he’s the majority’s favorite, right?

Smith: I’d say so…the only individual in this match to have ever held an championship in OCW

Hood: Shit, somebody is going to make a name for themselves tonight

Smith: Indeed

Belvedere: And, their opponents…introducing first…

~“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!!!

Smith: And here’s Ariel Shadows! She’s another one people are looking at as a strong contender to win this match

Hood: Her only loss was at Death March, right?

Smith: Yep, to Vincent Langston who…as we all now know, is one of the best in this business

~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: ROACH!

Hood: Man we all thought 2019 would be the year of the ROACH but he’s struggled since his Death March performance

Smith: Indeed…however, if he were to win tonight he’d be one match away from an OCW Title shot

~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]
Shatter me!
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me

~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 the newcomer of the month from December…she’s won two matches in a row

Hood: Like Shadows and Empire…this is a tremendous opportunity for Legion to break into the upper echelon of OCW

Smith: That it is…

~Belvedere exits the ring and the bell sounds. The crowd is on their feet, white hot for this match up. The teams begin to negotiate who will start first~

Smith: The first obstacle stands in front of both teams…who will begin the match?

Hood: Yea, if you can’t figure this shit out then you have no hope of making it to the second portion of this match

~Empire and Baxter seem to reach an agreement. They exit the ring, leaving Bester inside the ropes to start for his team. Bester might think this is unfair but he’s not arguing…he’s a true competitor ready to do his best. The other team seems to have a small issue going on. Legion doesn’t appear happy to be working alongside Shadows~

Smith: Legion and Shadows faced one another a few weeks back with Shadows coming away the victor

Hood: Yea it’s obvious that loss still bugs Legion

~Roach, the veteran, finally steps in and gets both of his partners to stand on the apron, the post acting as a barrier between the two. Roach stares down Bester as the fans are very excited to see these two square up~

Smith: Alright…it’s going to be Roach and Bester!

Hood: Two big fuckers smacking each other around…I like it!

~Suddenly, Jason Kortare appears on the stage as he makes his way down the entrance way with a smile on his face. He begins to clap with a smile as he watches Aubrey, who is on the apron. Aubrey was trying her best to not be distracted as Jason makes his way over to the ringside area. He begins to taunt and distract Aubrey by yelling out her name.~

[Jason]: “Aubrey, Aubrey, c’mon let’s go, it’s past your bedtime!”

~Jason started to walk and circle around the ring area. He continues to taunt Aubrey and distract her by yelling out comments towards the ring.~

[Jason]: “Aubrey, time to go, it’s past your bedtime baby. Awww baby, don’t get hurt, ok? You ok? Come to daddy baby.”

~Referee officials standing outside the ring area are signaling for Jason to leave the area. Jason glares at the referee officials who were standing near the commentators table.~

[Jason]: “SHUT UP! I deserve to be in this match, not Aubrey. These people wanna see a champion in the making. You people are going to RESPECT ME!”

~Jason was now yelling out in the crowds as they begin to boo him!~

[Jason]: “This should have been MY match!”

~Jason looks over and sees that Aubey flipping Jason the middle finger! The crowd reacts to her gesture. Jason gets pissed as he glares at her!~

[Jason]: “I am going to have my moment, I am going to have MY time! I’m the one who brought you here in OCW! Listen to me you ungrateful B*TCH! I am telling you!”

~The crowd begins to erupt loudly as they see Tison Kalei running down the entrance way! He quickly makes his way around the ring area and quickly SPEARS JASON TO THE FLOOR! The crowd goes wild as Tison starts punching and hammering away at Jason on the floor! Tison picks Jason up and throws him into the barricade! He starts kicking away at Jason on the floor. Security officials quickly begins to intervene as they separate Jason and Tison as they pull them apart! Security takes Tison and Jason straight to the back area in two separate directions~

Smith: Jason Kortare needs to get his ego in check! I don't care how much time he's spending with Marcus Welsh he did NOT earn this opportunity - Aubrey did

Hood: Shit well that tells me Aubrey is spending more time with Welsh than Jason is

Smith: Ugh

Hood: I like Kortare...guy's got initiative. But Kalei is going to murder him at some point.

Smith: Jason has definitely lit a fire inside of Tison Kalei. I'm sure we'll see more of that develop as the weeks go by. However, we've got an Elimination Chamber to get to after Kortare so rudely interrupted the start.

~Everything seems to be back to normal. Roach tries to surprise Bester, who is slightly distracted. Bester, though, turns around before Roach can get anything done. Roach backs away and laughs. Bester and Roach circle one another…both men looking for a chance to strike. They seem to find the exact same window at the exact same time and lock up!! Neither man gives an inch…both men are so strong. Roach struggles, trying to push Bester back. Bester struggles trying to push Roach back. The crowd seems to be behind Bester more so than Roach. The struggle filled lock up continues with no clear winner, at the moment~

Smith: A lot of muscles in that ring, Hood

Hood: Yes and very few brain cells

Smith: Rude

Hood: Look, we all know Bester is special. I thought Roach was cool…then he aligned with Alice and, I just don’t even know, man.

~Bester finally appears to be gaining an advantage by looking to take Roach’s arm. Before he can manipulate it in any form or fashion, Roach rakes his eyes!! The fans boo. Roach laughs. He smacks Bester across the jaw with a straight right hand. The former Craze Champion stumbles toward a neutral corner. He turns around only to receive a boot into the gut~

Smith: Roach may have shown a kinder, gentler side with Alice but he’s still…Roach

Hood: Alright, he’s smarter than I thought.

Smith: You take it back?

Hood: Some, not all. The stain of Alice is hard one to wash away, Smith.

~Roach throws a few forearm uppercuts that stagger Bester against the buckles. He climbs to the second rope, looking to pummel Bester in the head with right hands. Bester reaches up, securing Roach by the legs and marches toward the center of the ring. Roach leans forward, hanging down Bester’s back…Bester yells out and flips Roach forward, slamming him into the mat with an Alabama Slam!! The OCW Arena erupts with cheers as both men are down~

Smith: What strength by the former Craze Champion!

Hood: Son of a WHORE. Just when Roach was winning me over

Smith: You can never count Bester out of a match

Hood: Sure you can…I’ve already eliminated him from consideration in this one

Smith: You may eat those words

Hood: That’s fine, as long as they aren’t coated in Alice’s homemade mustard

~Roach sits up, holding the back of his head. Bester rolls onto his back and sits up…he looks over toward his corner. Empire seems put out by Bester’s slow start. Baxter remains calm. Empire extends his hand for a tag, anxious to take control of the situation. Bester heads his way. Roach reaches over and grabs Bester by the legs. Bester tries to kick Roach away, but Roach manages to avoid contact. He gets to his feet…Bester turns around, facing Roach, hopping on one leg. Bester throws and enziguri…Roach dodges! Roach hooks Bester around the waist and hoists him up with a German Suplex!!! He bridges for the pin!! Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!

Smith: Bester kicked out!

Hood: Man that would have SUCKED for Empire

Smith: And Aubrey

Hood: Who gives a fuck about her

~Empire is livid. He extends his hand, yelling at Bester to make the tag. Bester, though, is dazed and unaware. Roach reaches over and tags Legion. The crowd gives a mixed reaction. Legion steps in, through the ropes and begins to stomp on Bester while Roach takes a spot on the apron~

Smith: And we’re getting a look at the Queenslayer

Hood: Big chance for her…she won that newcomer of the month in December and has been treading water since

Smith: Yep, she’s mired in the midcard of OCW like so many other young, talented competitors

~Legion drops a few knees into the side of Bester’s neck. He rolls onto his back and starts to crawl toward his corner. She quickly glides over him and secures a front face lock, placing her body in between Bester and the anxious hand of Evin Empire~

Smith: Empire wants in badly…but Legion is doing her best to prevent Bester from reaching his destination point

Hood: She needs to knee him in the throat or something….dude is going to find that retard strength and toss her halfway across the ring

Smith: Please, watch your words…Social Justice is next week

Hood: Oh fuck off

~As if Hood were some kind of prophet (minus the retard stuff)…Bester starts to power up. Legion looks around, realizing the boiling strength is more than she can handle. She throws a few knees into Bester’s chest…but he manages to rise through them, hoisting Legion up. She throws a knee out of desperation…it connects right on Bester’s chin!!! Bester stumbles around…he staggers backward into his teams corner and falls to the mat…by falling he winds up dropping Legion across the top buckle with snake eyes!!! Legion’s body snaps back, violently…she flips over her head, landing front first in the center of the ring!! The fans are going wild, chanting for Bester. He’s seated in the corner, head against the bottom buckle. He spots Empire’s hand and makes the tag~

Smith: And the tag has been made!

Hood: Finally, get someone in there with some fucking potential

Smith: Legion has potential!

Hood: Yea, the potential to lay down for Evin Empire

~Empire goes right after Legion. Legion is on all fours, trying to get to her feet…Empire drives a knee into the side of her head. Legion flops over, onto her back. Empire turns his back to Legion and performs a standing moonsault…he hits the perfect landing!! He secures one leg for a cover~

1!

2!

Kick Out!

Smith: Not quite

Hood: Should have hooked the second leg…that’s okay, he’ll get it next time

Smith: If there is a next time.

Hood: Stop trying to put so much evil on Evin Empire, man

~Empire sits up and takes a second. Legion reaches out and grabs Evin’s arm! She’s looking for a Kimura! Evin clearly knows what she’s going for and tries like crazy to prevent it from happening. He reaches over with his free arm and snares Legion by the hair…he pulls as hard as he can before yanking back, banging the back of Legion’s head against the mat. The impact is enough to throw her off. She lets Evin go. Evin returns to his feet, holding his arm – it isn’t injured, this is more of a protective instinct. He heads for his corner and tags Aubrey Baxter into the match~

Smith: And now we get a look at Aubrey Baxter

Hood: Ohhhh yea

Smith: Calm yourself!

~Legion regains her whereabouts and sees Baxter entering into the ring. She hurries over and takes in Ariel Shadows to a strong ovation from the crowd!! Aubrey hesitates upon seeing the switch. Ariel steps through the ropes with an eager expression. She appears anxious to grapple with the aesthetically impressive Aubrey Baxter~

Smith: I don’t think Ariel is a fan of Aubrey’s…skill set

Hood: Of course not…women all over the world could work day and night for YEARS and fail to look like that. Aubrey is superior in EVERY way

Smith: I strongly disagree. Looks, while nice, can only take you so far.

Hood: So far is usually pretty far, Smith. Sometimes so far can ever refer to THE TOP

~Aubrey attempts a show of amicable respect. Ariel slaps her hand away and goes after Baxter with forearm strikes to the side of the head! The crowd is cheering the rapidly rising OCW star on! Baxter staggers into a corner, reeling from the blows. Ariel lifts a knee into her ribcage causing Aubrey to double over. Ariel hooks Aubrey around the waist and tosses her into the center of the ring with a Gut Wrench Suplex!!! Baxter hits hard, arching her back in pain. Shadows pops back to her feet to a tremendous ovation~

Smith: Ariel Shadows looks great! This could be her night!

Hood: Just don’t hit Aubrey in the face…whatever you do!

Smith: She’ll do what she needs to in order to win, Hood

~Aubrey tries to get to her feet quickly, realizing the sense of urgency Ariel’s offense has presented. She makes it to one knee only to get blasted in the side of the face with a superkick!! We hear Hood SCREAM in the background. Aubrey’s body goes limp. Ariel hops on top of her, looking for the pin~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Aubrey kicked out!

Hood: WHY THE FACE?! WHY THE FUCKING FACE?!

Smith: It was more the head than the face

Hood: Don’t you sugar coat that kick, Smith. Don’t you do it!

~Shadows shows no frustration or lamentation…she’s a veteran. She knows the slightest hesitation can flip any match on top of its head. She snares Baxter in a side head lock, keeping the younger adversary under control. Baxter manages to get to her feet, albeit a bit wobbly. She throws a sharp elbow into Ariel’s abdomen. Ariel doesn’t like this, so she transitions, releasing the side head lock and begins to knee the shit out of Aubrey’s upper body/face area. Aubrey’s blonde hair flies everywhere. The crowd tries to count along by the knees are coming so fast that they can’t keep up. Finally, Baxter collapses to both knees, placing her face to the mat…Shadows stands over her and looks around. The OCW Arena is chanting “ARIEL!”~

Smith: Ariel Shadows has demolished Aubrey Baxter!

Hood: Yea, but she hasn’t PINNED her

Smith: Indeed…she’s yet to do that…although you know that can’t be far off

~Shadows places her legs around Baxter’s body, standing over her, looking down. It appears she may be going for a camel clutch. She reaches down, looking to secure Aubrey’s chin. Her back is too the ropes (close). Scruff gets into position, ready to eye the submission attempt. The two women obscure his view. From behind we see Evin Empire step over and throw a vicious kick into the back of Ariel’s head!! Ariel stumbles forward, falling to one knee. Aubrey looks up, surprised. Evin hurries back into his corner. The crowd BOOOS. Scruff looks around, confused~

Smith: Hey!

Hood: Wow! What a gust of wind! Is there a tornado outside?!

Smith: That was a kick from Evin Empire! He cheated!

Hood: If you aren’t cheating you ain’t trying

~Baxter returns to her feet and heads toward her corner. Bester is glaring at Empire. Empire is like “What?” Bester does not approve of his tactics. Aubrey isn’t paying much attention, so she reaches over and tags Bester on the chest. He looks down and blushes. Evin yells at him to get in the ring. Bester shoots a terrifying look Evin’s way~

Smith: Not much cohesion going on with that team

Hood: Bester is such an idiot…get in there you fool and take advantage!

Smith: The man has morals, Hood. He doesn’t condone cheating

~Baxter steps through the ropes, next to Bester. His leg brushes up against her exposed left ass cheek. This is too much for the former Craze Champion. He’s so embarrassed he hops over the top rope and enters into the ring to create some distance. He’s facing his corner, backing away. Ariel sneaks up from behind and rolls him up with a schoolboy~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Smith: Wow!! Ariel nearly pinned Bester!

Hood: That’s what he gets for trying to be a castrated Captain America

Smith: Rude

~Bester pops back to his feet. Ariel does as well. Bester rushes forward, bullying her into a corner. He’s moving like a man possessed. He drives a couple of massive shoulders into her abdomen before backing away. He pauses…his composure returns. He realizes what he’s doing and becomes conflicted. The crowd is also torn…they like both competitors~

Smith: Bester seems unwilling to harm Ariel

Hood: Oh for the love! Send this guy to the fucking playground…get him out of an OCW ring!

Smith: He’s a former champion! He simply has a gentlemanly code

~Ariel slowly climbs up to the second rope as though she’s trying not to anger a feral beast. Bester extends his hand, looking to apologize or maybe help her down…we’ll never know. Ariel leaps off the middle rope, flipping over Bester and attempts to take him down with a Sunset Flip!! Bester loses his footing and winds up falling right on top of Ariel, ass first into her chest!! Shadows flattens out…Bester looks around, confused. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!

Smith: Bester nearly pinned Ariel…by accident!

Hood: He’s like Inspector Gadget…I hated Inspector Gadget

~Bester gets up immediately and feels terrible. He checks on Ariel to make sure she’s okay…Ariel kicks her leg up, from the mat…it smacks Bester in the side of the head! Bester shakes his head and staggers into the ropes. Ariel rolls over and crawls toward her corner, clutching her chest. Roach’s hand extends the furthest, so she makes the tag! Roach steps through the ropes~

Smith: Ariel had to get out of there…I think she was having trouble breathing. Bester inadvertently knocked the wind right out of her.

Hood: Weak ass woman

Smith: She is anything BUT…the strife she’s had to go through these past few years. Ariel is a warrior!

~Roach charges at Bester. Bester manages to refocus in time to charge back and gut Roach with a SPEAR!!!! Roach hits the mat and struggles to get up. Bester ran right through Roach, remaining on his feet…the momentum takes him to the ropes…he leaps over the top rope and finds himself on the apron, staring into the ring~

Smith: WOW!

Hood: HOLY SHIT…the retard woke up!

Smith: STOP CALLING HIM THAT

~Roach struggles to sit up. Bester’s feet have a mind of their own…they are bouncing up and down with a feverish pace. He shakes the top rope. The man is full of pent up energy ready to release. Roach manages to get up…his back is to Bester. He slowly turns around…Bester hops up…he springboards off the top rope and drills Roach in the face with Wrath of Bester!!!! Roach is down…Bester makes the cover. Evin leaps over the top rope and into the ring to protect the pin~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: The winners of the first portion…the team of AUBREY BAXTER, BESTER FREUND, AND EVIN EMPIRE!!!!!

Smith: Man! What a rally by Bester!

Hood: Ugh, Roach…man. This year isn’t going his way

Smith: Another lost opportunity for Roach. You have to feel bad for Ariel…she did everything she could to win this thing.

Hood: I hate to say it…but she’s been the star of the match – so far.

Smith: Legion looked good, too

Hood: That’s the shitty thing about these matches…you do NOT control your own destiny. You are at the mercy of your opponents.

Smith: Indeed

~Ariel seems to be fully recovered from her in ring encounter with Bester. She hops off the apron and heads to the back, disappointed. Legion glares at Roach, furious. She, too, hops off the apron and leaves. Roach rolls out of the ring and is helped to the back. Empire, Bester, and Aubrey are all in the ring, ready to go. The bell sounds~

Smith: And here we go! One of these three individuals will go on to the Elimination Chamber!

Hood: It’s got to be Aubrey

Smith: Why?

Hood: Because she’s smoking!

Smith: That isn’t how this works!

~Aubrey approaches Bester. He seems shy. He backs into a corner. Evin looks on with confused interest. Baxter hears something, as she’s approaching Bester and turns around. Bester gets a good look at her barely covered ass. His eyes pop. He covers them and hops out of the ring. Some of the fans laugh…others are like ‘aww’ and many boo. Empire shakes his head. Aubrey turns back around and is like “Where did he go?”~

Smith: Poor Bester…she’s too much for him, I think

Hood: He’s making Steve Carell from 40 Year Old Virgin look like Shaft

~Aubrey shrugs and spins around for the crowd to see. The men in the crowd cat call. The women fold their arms. Aubrey finishes a full rotation when she’s suddenly met with a huge lariat courtesy of Evin Empire!!! Aubrey slams into the mat, hard! She reaches for the back of her neck. Evin begins to stomp away on Aubrey…the crowd BOOS heavily. Bester’s head snaps toward the ring when he hears the boos~

Smith: Evin Empire isn’t afraid to go after Aubrey

Hood: That’s the stuff champions are made of, Smith!

Smith: But Bester might have something to say about it

Hood: Fuck him…he can just head straight to the back

~Empire’s back is to the side of the ring Bester is stalking. Bester hops onto the apron…he hops onto the top rope and springboards off. He smacks Evin in the back of the head with Wrath of Bester!!! Evin stumbles forward, falling through the ropes and landing on the apron! The fans explode with cheers!! Bester finds himself lying on top of Aubrey. He quickly shoots to his feet and attempts to compose himself. Aubrey looks up and produce a pain riddled smile~

Smith: Can Bester get Evin in the ring in time for a pin?

Hood: I hope not!

~Bester snaps out of his embarrassed daze and goes after Empire. He drags the reigning rookie of the month into the ring and goes for a pin. Scruff slides in with the count…the fans count along~

1!

2!

NO!!

Smith: What?!

Hood: Hahaha!

~Baxter jumps in just before the three count and breaks up the pin! The fans booo!!! Bester grabs the back of his head and sits up, looking at Aubrey with shock in his eyes. Aubrey fails to return his gaze. She goes after Empire, choking him~

Smith: Sometimes good deeds go unrewarded

Hood: This is a competition, Smith. Bester needs to fucking realize that before it’s too late

~Bester backs away and leans against the ropes. The poor man appears to be having an existential crisis of sorts. Aubrey continues to choke the life out of Empire. Scruff begins to count. He reaches five and then forces Aubrey off of Evin. Evin rolls over, coughing and clutching his throat. Baxter returns to her feet and goes back after Evin. A giant hand reaches out and spins her around, softly. It’s Bester. He appears to want to know why. Aubrey is totally confused~

Smith: I don’t think Bester gets that it was nothing personal

Hood: This is why I don’t associate with cat people, Smith

Smith: I think you’re generalizing, Hood

~Baxter shoves Bester away. She finds his behavior foreign and a little off putting…plus, she’s got more important things to worry about. She keeps shoving Bester until his back hits the ropes. She slaps him across the face. Bester reaches out and grabs her by the shoulders. The fans gasp. Aubrey reaches up and grabs Bester by the back of the head. Bester’s eyes widen. Aubrey puckers her lips~

Smith: No…

Hood: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

~Bester closes his eyes...he starts to pucker his lips. Aubrey suddenly drops to the mat and smacks Bester in the chin with a jawbreaker!!! Bester stumbles back, through the ropes, crashing on the outside. The fans booo!!! Aubrey doesn’t care…she’s not a bitch or anything, she’s trying to win her way into a huge, marquee match. She turns back toward Evin~

Smith: She tricked him!

Hood: That’s how a LEGIT Beauty and the Beast story ends, Smith

Smith: You are heartless

Hood: Cool, means I don’t have to worry about my cholesterol

~By the time she turns around Evin has recovered and kips up!! Aubrey has to readjust. She throws a bicycle kick at Evin. Evin ducks! He snares Baxter by reaching back and hoists her up in the Crucifix position~

Smith: He’s got her set up for Reno 911!!

Hood: Yes! Game set match…let’s all bow down to the future of OCW!

~Baxter wiggles, trying to break free. She throws a downward elbow which catches Evin on the ear. He drops Aubrey, reaching for his ear. Baxter spins around, jumps up and drops Evin with Break-A-Bitch!!! The crowd is stunned! They start to cheer!!! Evin is out!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

NOO!

Smith: What the?!

Hood: Who…hey, look!

~Aubrey is yanked from the ring before the count of three. Canaan Crowley stands outside as the obvious culprit. Baxter, on her feet, looks up at Crowley. The fans at ringside are booing. Evin is still on his back. Scruff tries to turn around but Evin grabs him by the collar of his ref shirt, motioning toward his ear…asking if it’s bleeding~

Smith: This isn’t fair!! She had it!!

Hood: He if it isn’t a DQ then it’s fair

Smith: Oh, yea, right…sure.

~Baxter throws a fist at Canaan…he ducks it and spins around, drilling her in the face with a spinning back fist!!! Crowley tosses a stunned Aubrey back into the ring. He looks over and sees Bester peeking over the bottom rope, perpendicular to where he’s standing. Crowley rushes over, hops atop the steps and lunges at Bester. Bester, though, takes him down in mid air with a spear!!! The crowd pops~

Smith: Bester nearly broke Crowley in half!

Hood: Yea but that doesn’t matter…what matters is what’s going on inside the ring

Smith: C’mon, Bester…make the save!

~Evin suddenly realizes his ear is fine and pushes Scruff away. He pops back to his feet and pulls Baxter to her feet. He knees her in the gut and hoists her back into the Crucifix position…this time, he’s able to execute Reno 911!!! He holds on for the pin. Bester lunges toward the ring to break up the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings!! Bester is stuck! He looks down and sees Crowley holding onto his leg. Bester tries to stomp on him but Crowley gets away. Bester slides into the ring only for Evin to vacate the squared circle. Empire stands next to Crowley, both men looking into the ring~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the individual who has qualified for the Elimination Chamber…EVIN EMPIRE!!!!!

Smith: NO

Hood: Justice prevails once again

Smith: How can you call that justice? It’s SICKENING

Hood: Meh, I don’t think so

~Bester stands over the fallen Baxter. Evin holds his arms in the air as a triumphant hero before heading to the back with Crowley~

Smith: Those two…ugh, so talented…why must they cheat?

Hood: I don’t know, why must you always overdue it with the aftershave?

Smith: At least I shave before every broadcast

Hood: Hey…would I bet a legit heel announcer if I didn’t have at least a five o’clock shadow

Smith: I guess you have a point there. Folks, Evin Empire is going to the elimination chamber where he will compete with the very best in OCW history. The kid could be a star by the end of Social Justice

Hood: He’s going toe to toe with TIO, CJ, Bifford and…the man himself, Matt Meyhu. We’ll know exactly what the kid’s got after that trial by fire.

Smith: Indeed…tremendous effort by Aubrey and Bester. I’m sure they’ll receive plenty more opportunities down the line

Hood: Oh, no doubt.

Picture

~The screen flashes to a moment of static, and then to the image of The Big Bifford, Earl the Popcorn Salesman, and Kenny the Intern backstage. Bifford is pacing back and forth, his MAGICAL FLEECE seeming even more elegant than usual.~

Bifford: Now that I'm in the Elimination Chamber I need to make sure that I win.. and then that I take down Triple P to be crowned OCW Champion once again...

Earl: Man, you need to get to the gym and start working out...

Bifford: You know that's not going to happen..

Kenny: What if we do something really stupid instead like we always do?

Bifford: Finally... finally a good idea out of you, Kenny...

~Bifford nods as though he's finally figured it out. ~

Bifford: Kenny... go run to the store and buy a can of peas, some canned pork, and a jar of pickles.

~Kenny just stares at Bifford in silence for just a bit too long.~

Kenny: You want a sandwich now? We're in the middle of a television show...

~Bifford shakes his head.~

Bifford: No, it's not for a sandwich you idiot... we're gonna do something truly epic... also get some potatoes...

~Bifford signals for Earl to follow him and walks off. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: What on Earth does Bifford have planned for later tonight?

Hood: I don't know but I'm willing to wager it'll be brilliant

Smith: The last time Bifford was this active people were dying

Hood: Good times, Smith. Back when the roster wasn't full of a bunch of losers. You had to really FIGHT - literally to keep your spot here in OCW. These millennials have it too easy, I tell ya.

Smith: There is nothing 'good' about casual murder during wrestling shows, Hood. We need something out here to get us back on track...something that epitomizes everything that is good about this sport

Picture

~Our camera clicks on, completely blurry and out-of-focus, leaving our view a garbled mess of blue lettering on a black background. Blame Bifford’s tech budget from last week. The cameraman struggles with his electronics for a moment, finally zooming in on the letters with pristine clarity:~

“PARAS”

~Excited, the cameraman zooms out even more, beyond the back of the black bomber jacket featuring the full text in worn collegiate print, wrapping around the Paras name:~

“THE GREATEST WRESTLER ON THE PLANET”

“THE MINNESOTA MESSIAH”

“EST. 1974”

~The crowd inside the arena reaches a fever pitch as the view zooms fully out to see the OCW World Champion, back turned to the camera, OCW Title belt slung over his shoulder, mirrored sunglasses reflecting the moon in the March sky as he gazes upward and to his left. We see that he is standing on the OCW arena rooftop, casting an all-encompassing shadow over the building in the moonlight. At his feet, his young confidant and disciple, Raleigh Falkner, sits cross-legged, her face illuminated by her cell phone screen. Paras speaks before fully turning around.~

Paul Paras: For those of you who haven’t experienced a synaptic meltdown from all this Bifford idiocy the past two weeks…

~He turns on the spot, staring up into the moon, the gold belt gleaming on his shoulder.~

Paul Paras: Allow me to facilitate your recovery. I’m Paul Paras, your OCW World Champion. And I’m not here for three-legged races or wrestling with goldfish—I’m here to kick someone’s head off.

~The crowd erupts, practically shaking the building Paras stands on. Paras shrugs matter-of-factly as if that’s just the way it has to be and turns calmly toward the camera.~

Paul Paras: In one week’s time, the foundation beneath my feet will be replaced by the roof of Twitter Headquarters in San Francisco. Social Justice is a growing line on the horizon, and if the spirits of fallen warriors are to be believed, this show will truly encompass all that I’ve learned as a fighter, as a wrestler, and as a champion. Perhaps more importantly…

~He extends his arms out to his sides, allowing the OCW Title belt to slip off his shoulder. Raleigh expertly snatches the belt out of mid-air and perfectly lays it to rest in her lap without taking her eyes off her phone for a second.~

Paul Paras: It will encompass all I’ve learned about being a man in this world. “Social Justice” isn’t just an idea—it’s a lifestyle. It’s what separates the future of our world from the Neanderthals of the past. As a wise woman told me recently…

~Raleigh grins brightly and coyly rolls her eyes as Paras lowers his arms, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.~

Paul Paras: …It’s the idea that someone or something, somewhere in this world might be just a small bit more important than whatever it is I have going on in my own life. We wrestlers tend to forget that our actions have reactions around this hollow orb, and at Social Justice, rest assured that my actions will be felt in every heart and every home. The universe has granted me a fight with Vincent Langston for my OCW World Title. Justice might say that the man who has been fighting his way through the ranks of OCW for years deserves to hold that title even just once—to satiate that need for glory. However, justice might also say that the man who had this title and this company ripped from his hands two decades ago only to finally fight his way back to the top is the champion that a just world deserves. Which justice is correct? Raleigh?

Raleigh Falkner: The one that saves the most souls. Justice is pointless if there’s no one to live in it.

Paul Paras: Absolutely.

Raleigh Falkner: Speaking of which, the dumb trolls on social media are really poking at you to do something about Cyanide and Mario after the last few weeks.

~Raleigh hands the phone up to Paras, who examines it with the stoic-but-troubled expression of a doctor explaining a terminally-ill patient’s condition to their family.~

Paul Paras: Please explain to me again what “Biff is BAE” means.

Raleigh Falkner: It means they have a man crush on Bifford.

Paul Paras: That’s… incredibly distressing.

Raleigh Falkner: Yeah. But here, check this out—“Cyanide is going to pwn Mario so hard, unless his BFF Paul comes down and puts the old dog out of his misery.” Or this one—“Paras needs to show he’s the real champion and shut Cyanide up, or else that foam belt should be headlining the next PPV.”

~Paras considers his response, taking in a deep yoga breath. He wordlessly nods to Raleigh, who immediately jumps to her feet and hands him the World Title belt, which he places back on his shoulder.~

Paul Paras: Rumors and hearsay spread like viruses, and I’ll give my brother Cyanide credit—he has certainly been spreading words and infecting opinion like it’s flu season. That said, my brother Mario has been MIA for a few weeks, and when he returns, I have no doubt that he’ll be out for Cyanide’s blood. I know my two closest brothers-in-arms better than anyone, and I have no doubt that they will have a war at Social Justice and that Mario’s last breath would be well-spent if he used it to defend his legacy. Now, if either of them wants a shot at this real OCW title, they’ve both more than earned it, and all they must do is ask. But I won’t interfere in what each of them need to do until then.

~Raleigh furrows her brow, looking somewhat disappointed, but nods resolvedly as Paras turns back to the camera.~

Paul Paras: One last thing. One might recall that Mr. Langston got a cheap shot or twelve in on me a few weeks ago. One might also recall that I promised my reaction would be far more direct; that he would see my response coming from a mile away. So, here I am to keep my promise. Vincent…

~Paras removes his sunglasses, staring down the camera with his all-seeing eyes and signature smirk.~

Paul Paras: I will be coming down to the ring after your match tonight. I will be meeting you in the middle of the ring. And I will be punching you in the face. Is that direct enough for you?

~The fans explode into cheers as Paras walks out of the camera view, heading for the rooftop stairs, Raleigh close behind. We cut back to Smith and Hood.~

Smith: Strong words from the OCW Champion

Hood: Feels like's been a month since we heard from him

Smith: The past two weeks were something of a departure from normal procedure. However, tonight, we are back on track. Paul Paras is set to defend his OCW Title against Langston next week in the main event of Social Justice. If his words are to be believe, which I don't know why a person wouldn't believe what the perfect one says, we'll get a glimpse of that match later this evening.

Hood: And yet another one of Mario's buddies couldn't care less over his whereabouts or mental situation

Smith: I wouldn't go that far, Smith. These three men are best friends yet they are strong enough to fight their own battles. Paras has a path, it leads toward Langston. Maybe, down the road, that path intersects with Mario's, or Cyanide's - or both. But for now, he's making his own way in 2019.

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Singles Match
Jasmine Martini (0-0) vs. Shootah (0-3)

~It’s been a great night thus far! We are truly on the road to Social Justice. The fans have a nice buzz about them…we’re in that midpoint of the card. We’ve seen a great opener and are catching our breath before the final two matches which will go a long way in shaping Social Justice. Belvedere clears his throat to a huge ovation! The fans are ready for some more in ring action~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring…from Hollywood, California…Shootah!

~Shootah raises a timid hand. The fans just sort of laugh at him before turning their focus to the entrance way~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~The song Broken Dreams by Shaman's Harvest starts to play over the PA system. When the lead singer starts to say~

Out of Time
So Say Goodbye
What Is Yours
Now Is Mine

~The beautiful Jasmine Martini starts to come on out and the fans cheer for her. She gives our a sexy sadictic smile and goes to the ring. When she gets into the ring, she stands in her corner awaiting for the match to begin~

Belvedere: From Atlanta, Georgia…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 130lbs…Jasmine Martini!!!

~The bell rings. Belvedere exits~

Smith: And we’re getting our first look at Jasmine Martini!

Hood: It’s not my first look

Smith: You’ve been reviewing tapes? I’m so proud!

Hood: Not THOSE kind of tapes, Smith. I did see some titillating footage, however…

Smith: Please, can we maintain a modicum of decency during our broadcast?

~Martini throws Shootah a kind, benevolent gaze. Shootah, like a timid animal at the edge of the forest, decides to come closer. He tiptoes closer and closer to Jasmine, feeling a warm and fuzzy vibe. He reaches Martini. It’s the safest Shootah has ever felt inside a wrestling ring. Jasmine suddenly rears back and bitch slaps the hell out of Shootah!!! The fans are appalled! Shootah staggers into the ropes, holding his face. He flashes a look of betrayal~

Smith: Well, that wasn’t very nice

Hood: Shootah must have watched the same footage I witnessed earlier this week. It lowered his suspicion

Smith: I would know nothing about any of that

Hood: I’m not surprised, really. I’m sure Shootah is always reviewing tapes, scouting out the next star for John E Depth’s future flicks

~Martini wastes no time in staying on top of Shootah. She reaches out, snaring Shootah by the head and drops him in the center of the ring with a Diamond Cutter!!! Shootah tries to get up, but Jasmine ricochets off the ropes and punts him directly in the head! Shootah flips over onto his back, seeing stars~

Smith: Shootah might be concussed!

Hood: Maybe his brain will swell finally filling all that extra space inside his fucking skull

Smith: That is rude and uncalled for

~Martini rips Shootah from the canvas and gives him a hug. For a split second Shootah flashes a smile. Martini hoists Shootah over and drops him to the mat with a modified Belly to Belly!! She pops back to her feet with Shootah down, ready for this…everything to end~

Smith: She calls that Shaken and Stirred!

Hood: James Bond would slap that bitch

Smith: Not in this day and age

Hood: What is wrong with this world?

~Martini pulls Shootah back to his feet, hooks him and drills him into the mat with a Modified Headlock Driver (Martini Lock)!!! She rolls him over and makes the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…JASMINE MARTINI!!!!!

Smith: Dominant performance by Jasmine Martini

Hood: I feel like the job boys of OCW have been putting in overtime lately

Smith: We have seen a major uptick in signings since Death March.

Hood: OCW is so hot right now!

Smith: Tremendous win for Jasmine Martini…it will be very exciting to watch her career blossom here in OCW!

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~Scene Opens. The cameras begin to focus high above the OCW arena on the rooftop in Key West. The camera zooms in and finds a beautiful young woman, with long black hair and wearing a seductive low cut fitted dress. Looking into the camera with flirtation and sultry aura, she speaks~

{Mia}: "Hello OCW, my name is Mia Valentine and I am somebody that you won't soon forget. What am I doing here in OCW? I didn't come here to mix it up in the ring. I do my best work outside the ring."

~Biting her lower lip, she grins playfully while caressing her body with her hands.~

{Mia}: "I am here as the personal assistant to Mr. Jason Kortare, but there is so much more to me than meets the eye. You see, I came here scouting for talent. I need a true talent, somebody that I can manage and bring them to the top here in OCW. I am here to offer my managerial services. A very special lucky man is going to have me 24/7. He is going to have me all to himself 24/7. I did some searching for awhile now and honestly, I found the person superstar that I can turn into the ultimate star. He's fast, he's incredible, he's talented, he's vicious, he knows what he wants and he is exactly going to get it."

~Mia seductively walks closer towards the camera as she flips her hair back. Practically flirting in front of the camera.

{Mia}: "The man that I choose to manage.....Is.......OCW's newest and most promising superstar, Jackson Black~

~crowd reacts~

~Mia smiles as she rubs her hands together in a devilish manner~

{Mia}: "Who did you think I was going to say? The other newcomer here? Tison Kalei? Pfft, Jackson Black is a future rising star in OCW and you better not sleep on him. I am going to be with him every step of the way. I got his back........and I definitely got his front. The new OCW is here and the fun begins, right now."

~Mia winks into the camera.~

Smith: The mind games between Kortare and Tison Kalei continue!

Hood: Hey, I like Mia

Smith: Of course you do...by the way this 'I like person because she's hot' shtick is getting kind of old. It certainly won't fly next week

Hood: Is that some sort of macabre hint toward an insensitive fan going over the roof?

Smith: Absolutely not! Folks, our next match is scheduled to take place...we'll be getting our first in-ring look at Mia's newest client - Jackson Black

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Singles Match
Jackson Black (0-0) vs. John E Depth (1-3)

~The fans are still hot after the opener from earlier in the evening. They are enjoying the in-ring action thus far…but they thirst for more! Belvedere clears his throat to a strong fan reaction…they are about to get quenched~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring from Hollywood, California…John E Depth!

~Depth nods with some confidence. It seems he’s still feeding off his win over GHOST MAN from a few weeks back. The fans give him basically zero reaction. But, he’s okay with that…being an unsuccessful, B-level porn director he’s used to crickets~

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 while Jackson stands at the top of the entrance ramp. The camera is far off but then zooms in on his face. With no expression, Jackson walks towards the ring as the camera zooms out. With a quick sprint to the ring, he hops up onto the apron and then steps up onto the Second rope between the posts. Being the charismatic he is, he stretches his arms out as if he was forming a (+) or a cross. While balancing himself, he jumps over the top rope and into the ring as his theme has probably ended if it hasn't looped itself. Checking the top rope for tension and durability, Jackson's "Pain" theme begins to fade while the crowd is still cheering and booing~

Belvedere: From Las Vegas, Nevada…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 217lbs…Jackson Black!!

~Belvedere exits the ring and the bell sounds~

Smith: Alright Jackson Black is making his in-ring debut

Hood: I kinda like this guy. He’s got the right attitude

Smith: He, along with Jason Kortare, pulled a fast one last week. It definitely left a mark. We’ll see if Black is as good in the ring as he is out of it

~Black charges at Depth. Depth looks like a deer in the headlights. Black drills him with a forearm uppercut!! Depth flies back into the corner, hitting hard~

Smith: Jackson Black off to a quick start!

Hood: Yea man it’s important to get the early advantage in these matches…especially against someone who is, well, in all likelihood your inferior

Smith: Yep, the best way to beat an underdog is to get them down at the start

~Black knees Depth in the gut. Depth doubles over. Black positions Depth and hooks him around the waist. He lifts Depth up and drills him into the corner with a Buckle Bomb!!! Depth comes staggering forward. Black tosses him into the middle of the ring with a hip toss. He follows that up with a quick and impactful leg drop~

Smith: Tremendous combination right there! Jackson Black is looking as good as advertised

Hood: Yep, the man is handling his business at the moment

Smith: Indeed

~Black pulls Depth to his feet via a handful of hair. He smacks Depth with another European uppercut! Depth stumbles into another corner. His arms are draped over the top ropes…his face is turned to the mat as his chest heaves up and down. The man is spent~

Smith: It’s just about time for Black to end this match

Hood: Yea Depth is done. Guy just couldn’t get it up tonight

Smith: Ew

~Black charges forward and lifts his leg up, drilling Depth in the face with Blackout (Helluva Kick)!!!! Depth stumbles forward, spins around and falls onto his back. Black makes the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…JACKSON BLACK!!!!!

Smith: Impressive win by Jackson Black

Hood: He did what he had to do…go out there and win your first match.

Smith: Indeed…but, tougher competition definitely awaits Mr. Black

Hood: Let’s fucking hope so

~After the match was over, Jackson remains inside the ring as “Pain” begins to blast over the P.A. system. Listening to the entrance music, Jackson knew who was about to come out as he looks around the ring area with an alert look on his face. Tison Kalei comes from behind the curtain as he rushes down the entrance way filled with ruthless aggression!!!~

TISON WAS PISSED.

~Tison slides into the ring and quickly charges forward at Jackson as he hits him with a hard spear to the mat! The crowd goes wild as Tison begins to punch and hammer away at Jackson Black on the mat! Tison picks him up and kicks him in the gut! He sets him up good as he now lifts him over his shoulders and power bombs Jackson into the turnbuckle! Tison pulls Jackson out of the corner turnbuckle and takes him down with a RKO style stunner! The crowd erupts with cheers as Jackson Black was now out cold!~

~Jason Kortare quickly comes from behind the curtain as he rushes down the entrance way! Jason slides into the ring and goes after Tison as both men begin to exchange punches and blows left and right! Jason strikes Tison with an elbow to the jaw! Jason tries to pull Tison into the ropes but Tison counters it and strikes him in the gut with a knee! He sets him up and takes Jason down with an RKO style stunner! The crowd cheers once again! Mia Valentine comes from the side of the stage area as she slides into the ring and comes to the aid of Jackson Black who was slowly trying to get himself up from off the mat. Mia gently placed her hand on the side of Jackson’s face to check on him. Mia quickly walks over towards Tison Kalei who was still inside the ring as she begins to yell at him! Mia SLAPS Tison hard across the face!~

~The crowd begins to cheer and erupt once more as they now see Aubrey Baxter running down towards the ring area! Aubrey slides into the ring and quickly takes Mia down with a spear! The crowd was cheering Aubrey on as Aubrey grabs Mia by the bottom of her low cut mini dress and quickly begins to pull it right off of her in the center of the ring! Mia Valentine was now down to her bra and thong panties! The crowd and the men in the audience was going nuts!!! Mia quickly pulls herself up from off the mat as she quickly tries to cover herself up from being exposed! ~

~Jackson helps Mia out of the ring as they both slide out from under the ropes. Jason went over to check on both Jackson and Mia as the three of them try to head towards the back. Tison and Aubrey remains in the center of the ring as Tison raises Aubrey’s hand in victory with the crowd going wild. “Whatever U Like” begins to play over the P.A. system as Jason begins to yell and trash talk directly over at Tison as Jason was being sent to the back area. Jackson and Mia follows behind him. Tison and Aubrey begins to share a romantic kiss inside the ring.~

Smith: Some revenge for Aubrey and Tison!

Hood: She's just pissed she didn't win the Process of Elimination match. No need in taking all that anger out on Jackson!

Smith: Have you already forgotten what went down one week ago?

Hood: Yes

Smith: Why am I not surprised

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~Backstage is where we find Who’re and she is walking through a section of the OCW Arena where there is tons and tons of pallets stacked up. As far as she knows, she is all alone, but it feels like someone is watching.~

~Who’re stops and looks around. She then takes a couple of steps and stops again.~

Who’re: Hello?

~She looks around and sees no one. She shrugs and starts to take a couple more steps. Suddenly someone calls out to her. This causes her to jump a little.~

Voice: Excuse me!

~Who’re looks around and stepping out from behind a stack of pallets is one of the members of Team ATARI while his partner is standing on top of the stack of pallets with his hands on his hips.~

Who’re: Who are you?

Masked Warrior: 2600 ma’am and this here, this is 7800.

~7800 waves at Who’re.~

2600: And we make up Team ATARI. But then again, you already knew that.

Who’re: Okay?

2600: I have to ask you one question.

Who’re: Okay?

2600: Because I see you back here spying on us, so it leads me to believe that you are one of them.

Who’re: I'm sorry, I’m what?

2600: Please. Don’t deny it. I know who you are so you might as well come clean and just admit, that you are a member of the evil Yamauchi Army, a secret spy sent to keep tabs on us and report our every move. But it won’t work. We’re onto you.

Who’re: I have no idea what you are talking about. I’m…

2600: I’ll just stop you right there. We know exactly who you are. A women for hire to the highest bidder and now you’re in bed with the blasted Yamauchi.

~2600 is slowly backing Who’re up against a stack of pallets. 7800 hops down off of the stack of pallets he was on and he slowly walks up to join 2600 by his side in staring down Who’re.~

7800: Dilly dilly

2600: That might be a bit harsh 7800 and too soon for such drastic measures.

7800: Dilly dilly

2600: I have not ruled that out yet.

Who’re: I’m sorry. But is he saying?

~2600 just slowly shakes his head looking at Who’re in disgust.~

2600: 7800 speaks in an ancient language that has been passed down several hundred generations in his family. When you take the time to learn it, Yamauchi scum, it is a very beautiful language.

Who’re: I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t who this Yamauchi thing is and you two are freaking me out! You best back up and leave me the hell alone or…

Female Voice: Or what? Bitch!

~Pulling 2600 and 7800 back is this stunning redhead in the same battlesuit minus the mask. Her long red hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She steps in front of her boys and stands directly in front of Who’re and crosses her arms.~

Who’re: Who are you!

Pissed off Redhead: I’m Flashback 2 and you best quit your shit before I bust up that pretty little face of yours!

Who’re: Wait? Did you say your name was….

~Flashback 2 slaps Who’re across the face with some force behind it. Who’re is shocked! Stunned! She holds her face and looks at Flashback 2 and can’t believe that she did that.~

Flashback 2: Best shut that dumpster you call a mouth! We’re onto you bitch and you and all of your Yamauchi buddies are about to get a harsh dose of reality! We are here to capture section 4 and section 5 of the Energon Device and put any and all Yamauchi slime ball scumbags in pine boxes! Got it?

~Flashback 2 then leans in close to Who’re and whispers...~

Flashback 2: Best run along little girl before I have to use my pimp hand on you. But then again.

~Flashback 2 leans back away from Who’re.~

Flashback 2: You just might like that.

Who’re: You guys are fucking crazy!

~Who’re then runs away holding the side of her face.~

2600: Best keep an eye on that one. I feel she could leads us to head of the Yamauchi.

Flashback 2: hmmm. I’m on it.

~Flashback 2 then walks off tailing Who’re. Once she is far enough away….~

7800: Dilly dilly.

2600: Bro. I’m so turned on right now. I love it when she gets like that.

~7800 snaps his head towards 2600. He looks down, looks up, looks down, looks up. 7800 shakes his head and walks away.~

2600: What? I couldn’t help it! 7800! Hold up! Wait!

~We cut back to the announce team~

Smith: The plot thickens

Hood: You know how some promotions have a feeder system...a developmental system...some place where newcomers hone their craft before being called up?

Smith: Yep

Hood: Why on EARTH is our developmental system a mental institution

Smith: It's not! We don't even have one...we just go out and scout for original, interesting personalities. It's what adds to our eclectic atmosphere

Hood: Fuck my life

~Unfortunately for Hood, things were about to get worse~

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"WHEN IT'S TIME TO PARTY, WE WILL PARTY HARD!"

Hood: SON OF A BITCH

~The cheers from the audience is deafening as "Party Hard" hits the speakers and General Manager Zybala walks out from behind the curtain. He smiles at the ovation and makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.~

Smith: Earlier tonight, our general manager said that he had a big announcement to make tonight.

Hood: Hopefully with the return of Mr. Welsh, Zybala will be announcing that he will be handing the reigns back over to the real G.M. and leaving OCW forever!

Smith: Somehow I doubt it would be that.

Hood: A man can dream.....

~Zybala finally makes his way into the ring and the music dies down. The cheers get quiet as the fans want to hear this big announcement. Zybala takes a microphone from his back pocket and raises it face level. He has a somber look on his face. He takes a deep breath, exhales and begins to talk~

Zybala: Ladies and gentlemen, I am out here tonight to say something that isn't easy. Effective immediately, I will be resigning as General Manager, handing the position back to Marcus Welsh and leaving OCW and the wrestling business forever....

~The fans are stunned into silence at this news. We can actually hear Hood cheering and clapping due to the silence. The fans then start booing and chanting "NO!!!" and "Please Don't Go!" The boos get louder as Welsh comes out from the back and towards the ring with the biggest smile on his face. He gets to the ring and actually shakes Zybala's hand and we hear him over the speakers wish Zybala well in his future endeavors. Zybala then breaks into a smile.~

Zybala: Actually Marcus, I'm not going anywhere. I just wanted my commissioner out here when I make my real announcement and this was the only way I knew you would willing come out here.

~The boos turn to cheers as Welsh has a look of pure hatred in his face. He starts to turn back, but figures since he's already out here, he stays. Zybala walks towards the ropes and calls a ring aid over, who brings a small cooler with him. Zybala takes the cooler and walks back to Welsh. Zybala opens the cooler and pulls out a bottle of coconut water and hands it Welsh, who begrudgingly accepts it. Zybala places the cooler down and starts talking again.~

Zybala: There we go, just take it easy Marcus. I think you'll like this idea. So I know I've been doing this crazy thing the past few months where I'm making people actually earn the number one contender spot by wrestling and not just having credentials from other companies or being some former legend. Contrary to what some people think, I believe I've made the OCW Title scene more interesting. Let's take a public opinion poll on my big ideas so far. By round of applause, who here thought Death March was a great idea??

~The audience goes nuts as Welsh looks around like people are crazy and have no taste.~

Zybala: Okay, okay. So that's a good response. Who thinks that the Elimination Chamber is shaping up to be a hell of match?

~Once again, the fans cheer much to the dismay of Welsh, though he gives a slight nod as if to agree with the concept but not the fact it's a Zybala idea.~

Zybala: What about the Mike Roth Memorial Tournament to give those with a less than stellar win/loss record a chance to shine??

~Welsh looks around. Surely the fans can't cheer that lame thing. But not only do they cheer, but a loud "UBER MAN" chant breaks out throughout the audience. Welsh is besides himself. "What has happened to my company" he must be thinking. The chant dies down and Zybala continues.~

Zybala: Wow! Three for three! Well folks, if you liked that, I'm sure you'll love this. After Social Justice, we will be have a THIRTY TWO person open invitational tournament going on up until our next pay-per-view where the winner will be our new number one contender to face off against either Paul Paras or Vincent Langston!

~The fans go bananas at this announcement! Welsh looks like he's going to have a stroke.~

Zybala: That's not all! This tournament is open like Death March was. That means any wrestler from any company can join! Legends, rookies, and everyone in between! Though I'm fairly certain that the winner will be of OCW origin. Oh, and one more thing. I said there were 32 slots open. That's a small fib. There are currently 31 slots because I'm filling one!!

~With this Zybala drops the microphone as the fans lose their goddamned minds! Welsh is horrified as Zybala walks past him and out of the ring. But the horror turns into a smile as an idea develops in Welsh's head...~

Smith: A thirty-two person tournament! What an announcement!

Hood: Classic Zybala...just thrusting his shit into the main happenings of OCW. I don't know why Welsh isn't freaking out right now

Smith: Yea, he seems to be way more casual than you'd expect given the enormity of Zybala's announcement

Hood: Fuck..ah well, at least we're getting a 32 person tournament out of this. I love tournaments

Smith: Indeed and it's open invite...any guesses as to who may show up?

Hood: Scorpion? I mean the dude is 2 for 2 when it comes to 32 person tournaments held in OCW

Smith: That would be amazing!

Hood: But, ya know, like that would actually happen. Instead of Scorpion we'd probably get Army Ant or something super lame

Smith: And now you've knocked the wind from my sails.

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~Massacre cuts backstage where interviewer AKB is standing by~

AKB: Ladies and gentlemen, standing by with me is none other than the OCW Craze Champion… Andrea Hernandez!

~The crowd erupts with cheers as the camera pans, revealing Andrea.~

AKB: You’ve had a rollercoaster ride in OCW so far… obviously. Things started out well, you won the Paradigm Championship quite fast before you got screwed out of it and then you went… for all intents and purposes into a rage for a few months…

Andrea: I did…

~Andrea looks like she’s having a slight regret about the phase ADK just mentioned.~

Andrea: I handled that whole thing the wrong way and Death March is probably where it bottomed out… but I showed the tenacity I have to bounce back from that and now I’m the OCW Craze Champion and… quite honestly, the best woman on the roster. That’s no offense to the other ladies, but considering I’m the only one with a championship right now, I’d say I’m the one setting the standard.

AKB: Your defense of the Craze Championship could in fact… be against a woman as Hellraven has a chance to win the Mike Roth tournament for a shot at your championship. We’ll get to that in a bit, but I want to talk about your Craze championship victory. Where do you think you’d be right now had you lost that match?

Andrea: That’s something I try not to think about but what I will say is that it’s possible I would have gone down a worse path. Still, it was my most satisfying win in my career to date.

AKB: And you may have another one at Social Justice depending on who you defend against.

Andrea: Right. I can’t go wrong with either one, honestly. Hellraven… I have a win over her but it wasn’t an easy win. If she were to win this main event tonight and I’d get the chance to further establish my spot as the top woman in OCW, then that’s fantastic. But if it’s Grenier… well…

~Andrea has a bit of a scoff at the mention of his name.~

Andrea: I will gladly take it to one of the “old boys club” that doesn’t want to let go of their old glory. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… being a Hall of Fame member makes you a somebody yesterday… but it doesn’t make you a somebody today. It’s a shame OCW is littered with too many morons from “back in the day”, but I know that if it comes down to it, I’m willing and able to stick a cork up their ass if I have to. So, to both of the finalists… best of luck… and I’ll be seeing you at Social Justice.

~Andrea turns and leaves the scene at this point.~

AKB: She’s surely a bold and confident Craze Champion. We’re going to find out later tonight exactly who Andrea Hernandez will be defending the Craze Championship against!

~We cut back to ringside~

Smith: It's great to see Andrea focused on defending her Craze Championship

Hood: Yea man she had a shitty night last week. I'll admit she's showing maturity and resiliency in refocusing this week and gearing up for next week. Man, that's a lot of weeks.

Smith: Take a breath. Speaking of next week, Social Justice is set to take place from the roof of Twitter Headquarters one week from tonight! The main event will be OCW Savage Champion, Vincent Langston, challenging Paul Paras for his OCW Championship. We haven't seen Langston in competition since he vanquished King Infinity at Throwback. That all changes in a few moments as Vincent Langston returns to the ring, next!

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Singles Match
Non-Title
Vincent ‘The Legend’ Langston © (21-2) vs. Wallace the Windy City Weirdo (0-2)

~We’re nearing the back half of the program. The fans have seen some impressive newcomers showcase their skills. They also witnessed an entertaining, highly competitive Process of Elimination Match to open up the show. Now, they anticipate the arrival of one of OCW’s marquee stars. Wallace is in the ring, looking weird. Belvedere clears his throat~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a Non-Title Match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…Wallace the Windy City Weirdo!

~Wallace jumps around, shakes his head and ejaculates…a maniacal laugh!~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

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

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

Smith: There’s the Savage Champion! We haven’t seen him in competition since Throwback where he defeated and ran off King Infinity

Hood: Yea, that was kind of a bummer…but, in OCW, only the strong survive

Smith: Indeed…and now Langston looks to polish off some rust with the biggest match of his career on the horizon.

~The bell rings. Belvedere promptly exits, securing Langston’s Savage Title on the way out~

Smith: Langston faces Paras next week in the main event of Social Justice

Hood: Paras seems unbeatable right now…then again, so did Meyhu

Smith: If history has shown us one thing Hood, it’s that nobody is unbeatable

~Wallace hops around, circling Langston. He shakes his head and yells. He’s acting like he’s having some type of epileptic episode. Langston simply eyes the guy like “the fuck is his problem?”~

Smith: This Wallace guy sure is weird

Hood: Living up to the name, Smith

~Wallace reaches forward, looking to grab Langston’s nose. Vincent responds by drilling Wallace with a straight right hand!!! Wallace falls to the mat. He’s motionless. It’s as though he suffered a gunshot to the head…or dick. Nah, not the dick…he’d probably be moving around if it were the dick~

Smith: And that’s why you don’t screw around with a man as dangerous as Vincent Langston

Hood: To this day nobody has been able to snare his nose. It’s something, I hear, he’s very proud of.

Smith: Yea, I don’t believe that

~Langston yanks Wallace up and stands him upright. Wallace tries to fall down, out on his feet, but Langston steadies Wallace just long enough to blast him with a Spinning Heel Kick!!! Wallace nearly flies out of the ring. Thankfully, the ropes keep him within the squared circle. He crumbles to the mat in awkward fashion~

Smith: End it now!

Hood: Why? Wallace isn’t dead yet…the humane thing would be to kill Wallace THEN end the match

Smith: Humane for whom, exactly?

Hood: Society

~Langston jerks Wallace by the neck toward the center of the ring. He has a solid grip on the back of Wallace’s neck. He yanks him up, hooks him and drops him with SCARS OF WAR!! Scruff slides in with the count~

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3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…the OCW Savage Champion…VINCENT “THE LEGEND” LANGSTON!!!!!

Smith: Wow…he looks ready.

Hood: He was born ready, Smith. The doctor slapped him on the ass and he dropped him with Scars of War right there in the delivery room

Smith: Hyperbole doesn’t do what you just said justice

Hood: Speaking of justice…SOCIAL JUSTICE is next week everyone! Tune in to watch The Legend unseat Perfection!

Smith: We will see about that

~The crowd begins to buzz. Langston hasn’t left the ring yet, fully expecting to have another fight on his hands in a moment’s time.~

Smith: We heard earlier tonight that Langston would be getting a “receipt” for his sneak attack on our World Champion a few weeks ago on this program. Do you think he’ll make good on his word?

Hood: Paras is hard to follow sometimes with all his weird ass yoga-zen-spiritverse stuff, but he always gets to the point. Can’t be much more direct than “I’m gonna punch you in the face.”

Smith: You have a point there.

~“It Doesn’t Seem to Matter” by Army of Anyone suddenly blares over the speakers as the OCW Arena explodes into cheers!~

Smith: AND HERE HE COMES! LISTEN TO THIS PLACE!!!

~The OCW World Champion, Paul Paras, calmly saunters out onto the ramp, the OCW Title wrapped around his waist. Paras soaks in the reaction of the capacity crowd, then stares directly ahead at Langston, who does the same. Paras nods his head and starts a commanding walk down the rampway as the fans’ reaction only gets louder. Langston drops his title belt to the mat and begins egging Paul on, moving his arm around in its socket to signify that his injured shoulder is fine.~

Hood: Watch out, Langston! The guy is going to punch you in the face! He already told us so!

Smith: Langston’s a fighter, Hood. He’s not going to back down, even from a direct promise of hostility. But the World Champ sure looks refreshed and ready after his week away, doesn’t he?

Hood: It’s almost like he didn’t have to compete in any arm wrestling or races around the arena or baby turtle matches with mummified goldfish!

~Paras strides confidently up the stairs, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the ringpost, then steps between the ropes, keeping an eye on The Legend the entire time. His theme music stops and is replaced by deafening cheers from the fans.~

PARAS!

PARAS!

PARAS!

~Langston shakes his head at his Social Justice opponent, standing eye-to-eye with him in the center of the ring and mouthing something that sounds like “You’re gonna punch me in the face? Try it!” The fans hear enough of it to latch on with a new chant.~

PUNCH HIS FACE!

PUNCH HIS FACE!

~Paul smirks and raises his taped fist to the crowd, who loudly cheer in response. Langston remains unimpressed, raising his own fist to a shower of boos from the fans.~

Smith: This crowd is solidly behind Paras. One would imagine we can expect more of the same at Social Justice, with Paras back in his former hometown of San Francisco.

Hood: The Minnesota Messiah lived in San Francisco?

Smith: People move, Hood. Everyone moves.

Hood: Not true.

Smith: What? It’s not like you still live with your parents or anything.

Hood: …

Smith: Right?

Hood: …

Smith: Hood?

~Before we learn more about Hood’s living situation, Paras raises the World Title and clearly mouths something back at Langston.~

Paul Paras: You’ll rue the day you earned this fight, Vincent. At Social Justice, your world gets shattered. And I’m at the center of the fallout.

~Langston has enough and pie-faces Paras to get him out of his face, gaining an audible “OHHHHH” from the crowd. Paul recovers his wits and smirks. He calmly places the title belt safely in the corner of the ring and returns to Langston for a rebuttal. Before he can act, however, Langston lashes out with a right hand and pops Paras in the jaw, stunning the World Champion!~

Smith: Langston just punched PARAS in the face! We didn’t expect this.

Hood: Maybe we should’ve!

~The Savage Champion takes in the boos from the crowd but doesn’t seem to care. He grapples Paras and hooks both of the champion’s arms for his double-arm DDT, the SCARS OF WAR! Paras, however, uses his core strength to lift Langston clear over his head with a Northern Lights Suplex, sending Langston crashing down. The crowd now solidly back behind Paras, the OCW Champion watches his challenger like a hawk, moving his boot back into a warrior stance, ready to launch.~

Smith: ACID TEST on the way! This is the move that knocked out Meyhu, PerZag, Bifford, and so many more!

Hood: Move, Vincent!!

~Langston doesn’t move, but he does put up his hand to block the side of his head from the kick. Paras slows down mid-sprint and, instead of going for the kick, stops in front of the kneeling Langston and SMASHES him directly between the eyes with his fist! Langston staggers backward, allowing Paras to leap on top of him with a takedown, raining in forearms on the #1 Contender as the crowd goes ballistic!~

Hood: It’s on!!!

Smith: Fans have been waiting to see this fight for a month!

Hood: Damn it, and they’re gonna have to wait a little longer. Here come Zybala’s security goons.

~Langston fights back, as both men are now hammering away at the other’s face with forearms and elbows on the mat. A horde of security slides into the ring, desperately trying to wrench the two fighters apart, a few of them collecting incidental elbows the face in the process as the crowd boos their arrival. After a struggle, they manage to pry the men off one another, each of them taking four or more security members to restrain. The security team drags Langston under the bottom rope and out of the ring, quickly escorting him to the back as he yells at Paras for more. Paul tries to fight through the wall of security blocking his exit through the ropes to get to Langston, but is pushed back repeatedly. Frustrated but controlled as ever, he grabs the OCW Title belt and raises it into the air, garnering another huge reaction from his fans as his Army of Anyone plays once again. He stares knowingly out at Langston, silently mouthing that the title “isn’t going anywhere.”~

Smith: Our Social Justice main event is going to be one amazing fight, if this is any indication, Hood! Two trained fighters, two champions, two men who have sacrificed everything to be where they are. I can’t wait for this all-out brawl.

Hood: Yes, and if we are to take one thing away from this entire incident it should be this - when Paul Paras says he's going to punch you in the face, he means it.

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~The scene cuts to the backstage area where the cameras spot one of the newest tag team signings in OCW, Team ATARI. The OCW fans greet their appearance with loud cheers~

SHATTER SOUND!

~With that they are hit over the head by two handled pink mirrors as they fall down. The OCW fans are confused as to what had happened as the attackers stand over them, all that can be heard is a bunch of bitchy high school girl styled giggles. As the camera pans up from their feet and soon the boos begin to pour in at the sight of the Pretty Committee Veronica Taylor and the newest OCW signing and her tag team partner Bianca Davis. They have smug smirks on their faces highly pleased with their actions. As they high five each other before giving some hard stomps to the fallen team on the ground as security comes to stop them. They soon begin to speak.~

Veronica Taylor: This tag team division belongs to us. So stay down basics.

Bianca Davis: Talk about a makeover! You wretched beings don’t deserve our spotlight.

~They share a loud bitchy giggle as they turn on their heels with smirks dropping the broken mirrors by the bodies of Team ATARI. As they saunter off screen the scene then fades to black as medical attention arrives checking on the masked men.~

Smith: Hey! That wasn't very nice!

Hood: So?

Smith: And they did all this while Flashback 2 was surveying Who'Re

Hood: Turns out Team ATARI misidentified their enemy. The Pretty Committee is after them, not Sugar Valentine's bottom bitch

Smith: HOW DARE YOU CALL HER THAT

Hood: Hey, I'm just keeping it real

Smith: My stomach is literally turning right now

Hood: I told you to stay away from Alice's home cooking

Smith: I've heard rumors of a tag match being set up for Social Justice. If what we just witnessed is any indication then I'm sure we'll see both Team ATARI and The Pretty Committee involved, somehow. But, for now...let's head down to ringside as we find out who the final participant in next week's Elimination Chamber will be.

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Process of Elimination
Chelsea LeClair (2-0), Dazi Miyashita (3-1), & Mack O’Connor (24-8) vs. Veronica Taylor (3-2), The Lost Soul (9-5), & Zolton (4-3)

~It’s been a wild and amazing evening! Only two matches remain. Belvedere stands in the ring in the glow of announcing gold. He clears his throat to a huge ovation! It’s time to find out who the final participant in the elimination chamber will be~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a Process of Elimination Match! Two teams of three will begin the contest. The winning team will go face one another immediately after in a triple threat. The winner of the triple threat will go to Social Justice and compete in the Elimination Chamber for a shot at the OCW Championship!! Introducing first…

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

Belvedere: From Anaheim, California…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 128lbs…Chelsea LeClair!!!

Smith: LeClair with a huge opportunity tonight. If she were to win tonight that would definitely bother our Craze Champion

Hood: Yep, those two have a tense relationship as it is. Andrea wanted in that chamber really bad…if Chelsea gets a spot, oh boy

~"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: Dazi Miyashita! Another person with a huge opportunity tonight…she’s looked strong since joining OCW

Hood: Yea, she beat my girl Veronica which I still have yet to get over

Smith: Well, it might be time to move on, Hood

~"Vagabond” by the Greenskeepers hits. Mack O’Connor walks out on the stage and walks directly to the ring, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He slides into the ring and starts pacing in his corner. He doesn’t talk trash to his opponent but he makes sure to stare them down, letting them know he means business~

Belvedere: And their partner…from Brooklyn, New York…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 220lbs…he is a former OCW Champion and is in the OCW Hall of Fame…he is…Mack O’Connor!

Smith: The overwhelming favorite

Hood: Yep, I was going to bet Mack but the odds just weren’t worth it

Belvedere: And, their opponents…

~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: There she is, Hood

Hood: Hell yea!

Smith: She’s got the attitude to be a star…can her in-ring work match?

Hood: Of course it can!

~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: Now here’s someone who could go all the way

Hood: I feel like this guy always gets close but has never really reached the next level in OCW like he did in ICWF and GCWA

Smith: He was close in 2015, Hood. If he were to win tonight then he’d be one step away from the main event in OCW

~As the opening of "Rise" hits the speakers, the arena goes dark with fog filling the entrance area. Upon the entrance screen a video montage begins to roll of Zolton standing atop a mountain and behind him is highlights of what he has done in a wrestling ring. As the lyrics begin to be heard, Zotlon himself steps out onto the stage area among the smoke. The crowd begins to boo loudly. Zolton relishes in the dissatisfaction of the crowd with an arrogant grin. His long leather trench coat gleams off the now bright spot light shining down upon him~

~He now begins to make his way down the ramp toward the ring. Refusing to acknowledge the crowd as he passes them. Reaching the ring he steps up the ring steps slowly, his arrogant smile plastered all over his face. He then jumps to the top turnbuckle of the corner of the ring. He calls it his throne as the arena lights return to normal and the song fades to silence. Zolton ignores the crowd as he lets his trench coat slide down off his shoulders to the floor~

Belvedere: From Yakima, Washington…standing 6’7 and weighing in at 265lbs…Zolton!!!

Smith: And it’s Zolton!

Hood: I don’t know Hellraven beat this man

Smith: It shocked a lot of people…but Zolton gets another huge opportunity tonight

~Belvedere exits the ring. The bell sounds~

Smith: And now we find out who starts for which team

~Taylor steps outside without discussing anything. Zolton and TLS are like “whatever.” Zolton seems determined to start the match, so TLS finds a spot on the apron~

Smith: Zolton is starting things off for his team

Hood: He needs to wash the taste of defeat out of his mouth, Smith

~LeClair, like Taylor, steps onto the apron. Dazi is bothered by this, looking like she wants to hit Chelsea. Mack lowers and shakes his head, letting out a ‘fuck’. He calms Dazi down and motions for her to stand on the apron. She nods, listening to the wise words of an OCW legend. Mack turns around and gets a glimpse at the giant standing across from him. The crowd is on their feet~

Smith: Mack showing some veteran leadership by preventing Dazi and Chelsea from getting into it

Hood: Chelsea and Taylor are smart…save your energy. Ideally you stand on that apron through the entire first portion…let your heroic aka stupid teammates do all the heavy lifting

Smith: Yes, that is one theory…but you’ve got to GET to that second portion, Hood

Hood: Well I didn’t say they should stand there like a bunch of dumbasses and watch their team lose. If you’ve gott get in there then you get in there…but only if you must

~Mack approaches Zolton. It isn’t often he faces a man of Zolton’s size – there aren’t many of them running around OCW. Mack looks Zolton up and down…he shrugs and begins to throw some right handed haymakers into Zolton’s head!! Zolton’s hair flips hither and yon as he’s being battered like a wife who didn’t have dinner ready at five. Zolton reels against the ropes…Mack shoots him across the ring. O’Connor calmly walks toward the center of the ring. Zolton bounces off the ropes and is met with a HUGE right hand!! A loud SMACK fills the OCW Arena!! Zolton falls backwards and flips over the top rope. He lands on his feet and stumbles back into the barricade. The fans applaud Mack’s punching~

Smith: Mack came ready to fight

Hood: The guy is always ready to fight. You ever seen him walking around in public? His fists are always clinched.

Smith: I don’t think he’s that eager to fight

Hood: I didn’t say eager…I said ready. HUGE difference

~Mack is about to step through the ropes to go after Zolton when he realizes the amount of energy that will take. He also remembers he’s got HELP in this match. So, he walks over and tags Dazi into the match. The fans respond with a nice pop. Dazi steps into the ring and hurries over to the corner nearest Zolton. She scales the buckles and looks down. She leaps off with a crossbody!!! She connects!!! The momentum sends both her and Zolton over the barricade and into the fans! The crowd goes wild for the tremendous maneuver~

Smith: And Dazi Miyashita is in the match! She’s showing that no holds barred, untamed attitude that’s made her a force to deal with here in OCW

Hood: Yea man, she’s fucking crazy

Smith: That’s one way to put it

~The fans stand around, looking down at the carnage leftover from the high impact move. They wear shocked expressions. We zoom in to find that Zolton, somehow, rolled through the crossbody! He’s climbing to his feet with Dazi in his arms!! Miyashita tries to break free, but can’t…Zolton is too strong. He tilts her toward the ground and charges ahead, slamming the middle of her back against the barricade!! He grabs her by the hair and viciously thrusts her forward…Dazi flips over the barricade and lands face first on the ground in the ringside area. The fans are all like “Oh shit!” Zolton steps over the barricade one leg at a time. Scruff, realizing shit is getting real, yells out “ONE!”~

Smith: Wow…that was…that was brutal

Hood: Zolton has awakened!

Smith: Dazi needs to get back in that ring and make a tag

Hood: Mack’s probably thinking “Weak ass partner”

~Scruff yells “THREE!” Zolton rips Dazi from the ground and hoists her over his head. He steps toward the ring and tosses her through the ropes, back onto the mat. Dazi rolls over a few times…she looks around, finding her corner far away. Zolton steps onto the apron and over the top rope, back into the ring. Dazi crawls toward some ropes…she uses them to get to her feet. She turns and sees Zolton bearing down on her. He throws a forearm…Dazi ducks and darts across the ring…she hits the ropes and bounces off. Zolton lifts his leg for a big boot…Dazi stops, grabs Zolton’s leg and takes him down with a dragon screw leg whip!!! Zolton collapses to the mat holding his leg!! The crowd pops for Dazi…she crawls toward her corner and tags Chelsea into the match~

Smith: Tremendous heart shown by Dazi. Now we get our first look at Chelsea LeClair in tonight’s match

Hood: Yea man she hasn’t really faced anything other than job level opponents in OCW. This is like going from 0 to 60 in, I don’t know…a very brief amount of time.

Smith: Well said

Hood: Fuck off…I’m no NASCAR guy or whatever.

~LeClair enters with a bit of hesitation. She spots Zolton returning to his feet with a scowl. She turns and tags Mack into the match. Mack is like “WTF, woman.” The fans boo~

Smith: Chelsea wants no part of Zolton

Hood: SMART…conserve your energy…let old man Mack do the heavy lifting

Smith: Not a stand up way to compete, in my opinion

Hood: The goal is WINNING, Smith. If she emerges from this clusterfuck as the winner then who are we to criticize Chelsea’s strategy?

~Mack marches toward Zolton. Zolton, on his feet, turns around and tags TLS into the match. Zolton displays a slight limp while stepping through the ropes (instead of over). He stands on the apron, keeping pressure off the knee Dazi twisted. TLS enters into the ring. Mack pauses, reevaluating the situation~

Smith: Two icons in the minds of OCW fans. Mack is an OCW legend…TLS is a legend in two promotions many consider ‘brother’ promotions to OCW

Hood: A break here or there and TLS could have Mack’s resume

Smith: That is very true

~Mack bypasses the punching and locks up with TLS in the center of the ring. They receive a strong ovation from the OCW audience. In the background we see Veronica Taylor posing for fans at ringside. Zolton looks over and shakes his head. TLS manages to get Mack into a headlock. Mack yells “Fuck!” and shoves TLS off. TLS hits the ropes. He charges at Mack…the two bump shoulders. Neither man moves. TLS motions that it’s Mack’s turn to hit the ropes…Mack shakes his head and begrudgingly goes along with it. He hits the ropes, bounces off and is taken down with a drop toe hold!! TLS quickly transitions with a side headlock, keeping Mack on the mat. We can’t really tell because his face is covered but we know…we know Mack is pissed~

Smith: Smart thinking by TLS…he’s always been a master at the head game aspect of professional wrestling

Hood: I’m surprised he hasn’t laid Veronica out by now

Smith: She’s his partner

Hood: So? He despises women wrestling

~Mack fights his way up. TLS keeps the pressure applied. Mack gets to a doubled over, standing position…he tries to shoot TLS into the ropes but TLS holds on and drops Mack face first into the mat with a Bulldog! Mack rolls onto his back, holding his face in pain. TLS returns to his feet. He heads for his corner. Vero extends her hand for a tag…TLS doesn’t even look her in the eye. He, instead, tags Zolton. Zolton gladly steps back into the ring…his knee appears to be okay~

Smith: TLS will do everything in his power to avoid having to deal with any female in this match

Hood: He’s the savior we need, Smith

Smith: More like an antiquated fool

~He stomps on Mack’s chest. Mack rolls toward the ropes, under the bottom rope and onto the apron, looking for a reprieve. Zolton reaches over the top rope and grabs Mack by the ear. Mack grimaces in pain as Zolton forces him to his feet. Mack throws a short jab to the chin…Zolton staggers back. Mack throws a right fist, slugging Zolton in the ribcage. Zolton stumbles toward the middle of the ring, giving Mack some room. Mack steps back through the ropes and heads toward his corner…he tries to tag Chelsea, but she hops off the apron. The fans boo heavily. Dazi smacks the hand intended for Chelsea, entering into the ring. Mack looks down at Chelsea and simply says, “Bitch.”~

Smith: She’s got to get in there and compete!

Hood: No she doesn’t…she can do what she wants, Smith.

Smith: This is the team portion! If she won’t help out her team then what good is she?

Hood: Why help them? Maybe she doesn’t really care all that much about advancing? Maybe she’d rather take the gamble of eluding any sort of physical activity in case they make it to the end so she can be fresher than her two opponents.

Smith: Ugh, I just hate that strategy

~Dazi taps Mack on the shoulder and communicates something brief yet definitive to him. Mack snares Dazi by the arm and whips her toward Zolton. Zolton throws a lariat…Dazi does the matrix back bend, avoiding Zolton’s arm. Zolton stumbles forward and turns around, his process thrown. Mack comes up from behind and drills Zolton in the back of the head with a stiff right hand. Dazi leaps up and grabs Zolton’s head, dropping him with a cutter!!! Zolton flips over onto his back…Dazi makes the cover…Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: What team work! You see? TLS could learn a thing or two from Mack

Hood: Mack’s just drunk. I wouldn’t pay any attention to what just happened

Smith: Mack appears as sober as I’ve seen him in some time

~Dazi, frustrated, returns to her feet. She stomps on Zolton, who is beginning to move. The big man, like an unstoppable giant, rises to his feet despite Dazi’s kicks. Dazi hits the ropes, once Zolton is up and leaps through the air. Zolton catches her!! He drops straight to the mat, slamming Dazi on her back!! Dazi arches her back in pain…Zolton rolls across the ring, into his corner. He reaches up and tags TLS. TLS, who hadn’t been paying attention, steps into the ring. Upon entering the ring he sees – Dazi~

Smith: TLS didn’t know Dazi was in the ring…now he has a decision to make

Hood: Shake it off, TLS! Kick her ass!

Smith: Moral compass, Hood. TLS is unwilling to compete with or against women in this sport

~Dazi sits up, dazed. TLS has a perfect opportunity to go after her. Zolton looks up, his sweat soaked hair covering his face. He runs his hand through it, clearing his line of sight to make sure he’s actually witnessing TLS displaying hesitation. TLS shakes his head and throws his hands at Dazi. He turns and moves to exit the ring. Zolton looks at TLS, nonplussed. Zolton tries to grab TLS, but TLS shoves his hand away and steps through the ropes~

Smith: What is he doing?!

Hood: A man of principle, Smith. We need more men in this world like TLS

Smith: Chauvinists?

Hood: Soulless

~TLS hops off the apron and makes his way toward the ramp. Zolton extends his arms like ‘what the fuck’? He hops off the apron and pursues TLS. Scruff begins a count, yelling “ONE!” Dazi gets to her feet and leans against the ropes, recuperating. Veronica takes this opportunity to pose for the fans at ringside. The horny fans are enjoying it. The wrestling purists are booing their hearts out. Zolton catches up to TLS and spins him around, shoving The Lost Soul up the ramp~

Smith: Zolton is furious and I don’t blame him. This is a huge opportunity for him

Hood: Yea, TLS has been there and done that…he’s been to the top of several promotions. It’s more about doing what he enjoys at this stage of his career

Smith: That’s great but for someone like Zolton who is looking to make a name for himself in OCW…this…this is devastating

Hood: Well, that’s life

~TLS walks up to Zolton and kicks him right in the groin!!! Zolton falls to his knees and leans forward, placing his right palm against the steel ramp for support. TLS turns around and heads up the ramp, stepping through the curtain and exiting the arena. The fans boo heavily. Dazi looks over at her corner…Mack shrugs. Chelsea is leaning against the barricade flirting with a couple of college aged guys~

Smith: So…is this a count out?

Hood: I don’t know

~Scruff yells out “THREE!” Zolton looks over his shoulder, at the ring~

Smith: Did Zolton tag in before TLS left the ring?

Hood: Not on purpose

Smith: They did shove each other so…I guess that means Zolton is the legal man

Hood: Well, at least this gives them something of a chance

~Scruff yells “FIVE!” Zolton returns to his feet and stumbles back toward the ring. He slides in at the count of “SIX!” Dazi heads over and tags Mack back in. Zolton, spotting the Hall of Famer across the ring and still feeling the impact of TLS’ groin kick, decides to tag in the fresh Veronica Taylor…he does so by slapping her on the back. Taylor nearly flies off the apron. She turns around, wondering what hit her. She sees Zolton stepping through the ropes and leaning against the buckles, wincing. Scruff motions for her to get into the ring. Mack stands in the center of the ring, smiling~

Smith: I don’t think Mack is going to have any problem dealing with a female

Hood: Nope…even when you tell the guy he can’t hit a woman with a closed fist…he still hits them with a closed fist

Smith: Poor Andrea

~Taylor steps into the ring, swallowing any concern she might be feeling. She steps up to Mack and slaps him right across the face!! Mack’s head jerks to the right. He reaches up, feeling the point of impact. It’s tender to the touch. Veronica has quite a slap. Taylor starts to pose, arrogantly in front of Mack. Mack reaches out and grabs her by the hair…he looks to hit Hollow Point! Taylor, though, kicks him in the knee. She rushes for the ropes…leaps up onto the second rope, springboards off and rotates into the air…she comes down and gets caught with HOLLOW POINT!!! She flies backwards, landing on her back. Mack hurries over and makes the pin…Scruff slides in with the count~

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2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are the winners of the first portion of this match…CHELSEA LECLAIR, DAZI MIYASHITA, AND MACK O’CONNOR!!!!!

Smith: Taylor got caught and her team has been eliminated

Hood: Damn…the hottest chick in the match is gone. Oh well, at least Chelsea is out there…who, by the way, is being rewarded for her GENIUS STRATEGY

Smith: I hate when bad behavior is rewarded

~Zolton is pissed. He steps down and marches backstage, perhaps looking for TLS. Taylor is helped out of the ring – she might be concussed. Dazi steps into the ring and thanks Mack. Mack doesn’t have much to say…the look in his eyes speak volumes. He’s ready to get to the next portion. Chelsea remains on the outside. Scruff looks her way and she tells him she’s fine…aware of what’s going on. Scruff shrugs and calls for the bell. It rings and we are underway~

Smith: Will she get in the darn ring?!

Hood: She’s going to pick her spot, Smith

Smith: I…I just don’t get it. Why sign up to wrestle if you don’t want to wrestle?

~Dazi turns and glares at Chelsea who just smiles and waves. Dazi wants to go after her but Mack stops her. He says “Fuck that bitch.” Dazi can’t really argue. The two share a common understanding and begin to circle one another. The crowd is firmly behind Dazi…although a few Mack chants can be heard. LeClair watches on~

Smith: Looks like Mack and Dazi are going to do this without Chelsea

Hood: She is so fucking smart

Smith: Yea, maybe…I don’t know. You’d think Mack and Dazi would go out there and bring her back in.

Hood: I don’t think they trust each other outside the ring. Mack is liable to throw Dazi into a post and, well, we all know how Dazi feels about Singapore Canes

~Dazi and Mack lock up! Mack takes Dazi from behind (get your minds out of the gutter). Dazi drops to all fours (geezus) and slides through Mack’s legs. She pops to her feet and hits the ropes. Mack turns around and is dropped to the mat with Slingblade!! The fans pop~

Smith: Here we go! Dazi is on the precipice of earning the biggest win in her young OCW career!

Hood: Get the fuck up, Mack! It’s not 2am!

Smith: It’s 2am somewhere

Hood: Fuck off

~Dazi measures Mack up. Mack slowly gets to his feet, likely complaining (internally) about his back. He gets to his feet and turns around, receiving a kick to the gut. Dazi drops him head first into the mat with a Double Underhook DDT!!! She manages to roll Mack over and make the cover. Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Mack kicked out! Dazi’s got some momentum…she has got to stick with it.

Hood: If Mack O’Connor doesn’t advance then I will strongly consider rioting

Smith: Really?

Hood: Yes…strongly consider it, for sure

~Dazi returns to her feet. Surprisingly, Mack does as well…although he’s a bit dazed. Dazi throws a roundhouse kick Mack’s way. Mack catches her!! He tosses her over his head with a Capture Suplex!! Somehow Dazi lands on her feet! The fans go wild! Mack scurries to his feet, realizing she’s up. Dazi leaps into the air…she hooks Mack around the head and drops him with a Tornado DDT!!!! Mack is down!! The OCW Arena is chanting “DAZI!”~

Smith: Dazi has the OCW Hall of Famer on the ropes!

Hood: Meanwhile Chelsea is out here giving guys a fake number

Smith: How do you know they are fake numbers?

Hood: Because she gave me her number earlier tonight and that number she’s giving out right now doesn’t match

Smith: Maybe she gave YOU the fake

Hood: …

~Mack struggles to one knee. Dazi is already back on her feet…she runs in and drills Mack in the side of the head with a Shining Wizard!!! Mack leans forward…he’s almost out. Dazi, still on her feet, reaches out and grabs Mack’s head, dropping him to the mat with a spike DDT!!! Mack is face down!! The crowd is jumping up and down…Dazi…manages…to…finally…get…him…over!! She makes the cover!!! The crowd counts along~

1!

2!

3…NO!

Smith: Mack got the shoulder up!

Hood: Whew!

Smith: But his head is scrambled…he might be concussed

Hood: That’s okay…one hollow point and this shit is over

~Dazi is a bit frustrated, but she moves forward. Chelsea has moved near the apron…she is, apparently, growing concerned with the match. Her time to strike might be approaching. She slowly slips into the ring, crouching in the corner. Dazi’s back is to Chelsea. Mack is lying, on his side, blinking rapidly with a faraway look in his eyes~

Smith: She’s finally in the ring. It’s about darn time

Hood: I’m falling in love with this woman, Smith

Smith: Calm down, Hood

~Dazi is prepped, waiting for Mack. She wants to hit him with Hardcore Punishment. Chelsea starts to creep forward. Mack reaches his feet. He spots Chelsea. She backs away. Dazi throws her signature Roundhouse Kick at Mack…he catches her once more! This time he throws her into the corner with a Capture Suplex!!! Dazi’s back hits hard…she lands on her head~

Smith: OUCH!

Hood: Oh Shit!

~Amazingly she pops back to her feet…instinct more than anything else. She stumbles toward Mack. Mack turns toward Dazi while keeping the corner of his eye on LeClair. He snares Dazi and drops her with Hollow Point!!! Dazi spins around and collapses center of the ring. Mack heads for the pin. Chelsea suddenly charges forward. She leaps through the air with a flying kick directly at Mack’s wounded head. Mack lunges forward with a punch. BAM!!! They connect at the same time!! They both fall on top of Dazi!! The crowd goes wild due to the impact. Scruff looks around like, “WTF” He shrugs and makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

~The bell rings. The crowd cheers at first…but then they fall into a state of confusion~

Smith: What the…who won?

Hood: It’s got to be LeClair

Smith: I think it was Mack

~Scruff leans through the ropes, giving his decision to Belvedere. Belvedere nods and speaks into the mic. The fans are buzzing with anticipation~

Belvedere: Here are your winners…

Smith: WHAT?!

Hood: Are you serious?!

~The crowd rises with shock~

Belvedere: And the two participants who will head into the Elimination Chamber at Social Justice…CHELSEA LECLAIR AND MACK O’CONNOR!!!!!

Smith: It’s true! They’re both going to Elimination Chamber!

Hood: The fuck does that work?

Smith: I’d imagine three will start instead of two…

Hood: Fucking Zybala…you see? Total chaos with this guy in charge

Smith: Hey, I like it! I may not agree with Chelsea’s strategy but to see Evin Empire and Chelsea LeClair in a match like this is refreshing.

Hood: Well, yea, I like both of them. But why does old man Mack have to be there?

Smith: He isn’t old!

Hood: He isn’t?

Smith: No! What a match, folks…wow…this chamber is going to be off the chain

Hood: Blahaha

Smith: Sorry…it’s going to be something special!

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~The cameras take us to the locker room of Silver Cyanide. Cyanide sits on a stool and is taping the blade of a hockey stick. He rips off the roll of tape with his teeth and then rubs his hands around the blade of the hockey stick making sure the tape is pressed down with no air bubbles. You know, because air bubbles on hockey sticks are the worst. The lights in the locker room begin to flicker and a smile forms on the face of Cyanide. He stands up from his stool and places the handle of the stick on the ground, somewhat humorously resembling a scythe.~

Silver Cyanide: Seriously Mario? This is the best you can come up with?

~Cyanide slowly spins in a circle as he looks around the room as he looks for places that Mario could be hiding. The light bulb directly overhead continues to blink as Cyanide finds nothing to be out of the ordinary in his locker room.~

Silver Cyanide: Ha, perhaps I’m getting paranoid. What is this the maintenance guy’s day off?

~Cyanide walks over to the door to the locker room and opens it and walks into the hallway as Who’re is walking by.~

Silver Cyanide: Hey, do we have a maintenance guy around here? My light bulb is flickering.

Who’re: Ummm… I don’t think so.

Silver Cyanide: So, I just have to take care of this myself?

Who’re: I guess so.

~Who’re walks briskly away as Cyanide stands in shock. He looks around the hallway and finds a ladder leaning against the wall. Cyanide walks over and grabs the ladder muttering to himself.~

Silver Cyanide: In the Hall of Fame and you have to address your own flickering light bulb. It’s almost as ridiculous as being inducted into a Hall of Fame that doesn’t even have a physical building. Thank goodness OCW rectified that issue.

~Cyanide grabs the ladder and returns to the locker room and opens up the ladder directly under the lightbulb. He goes to step on the ladder and then pauses and eyes the ladder suspiciously. He then begins grabbing various rungs of the ladder and pulling and yanking on them to make sure the ladder is sturdy.~

Silver Cyanide: Can never be too careful around here.

~Cyanide climbs the ladder and reaches up to the light bulb. Cyanide begins turning the light bulb and the light goes out completely.~

Silver Cyanide: Shoot, wrong direction.

~The light comes back on as Cyanide turns the light bulb in the opposite direction. He suddenly stops, and his eyes grow wide as he looks down from the top of the ladder at Mario Maurako! Before Cyanide can do or say anything Mario grabs ahold of the ladder and tips it backwards, sending Cyanide careening down from the ladder and into the wall. Mario folds up the ladder and rams it into the ribs of Cyanide as he sits along the base of the wall. Cyanide grabs his ribs and rolls around on the locker room floor in pain. Mario stands over Cyanide as his rolling comes to a stop with him laying on his stomach.~

Mario Maurako: That was for Throwback!

~Mario raises the ladder and smashes the top step into the lower back of Silver Cyanide.~

Mario Maurako: That was for making me lose to Bifford one on one!

~Mario raises the ladder and smashes the top step down onto the lower back of Silver Cyanide again.~

Mario Maurako: That was for the ridiculous contract signing!

~Mario raises the ladder and smashes the top step down onto the lower back of Silver Cyanide again.~

Mario Maurako: That was for the stupid fake Mario last week!

~Mario moves and Cyanide writhes around on the ground in pain, holding his lower back after multiple shots from the ladder. Cyanide rolls onto his back and Mario lays the across Cyanide’s throat and applies his body weight by crouching down and leaning on the ladder.~

Mario Maurako: Is this what you wanted Steve? I hope it is. Because at Social Justice, I’m going to rip you apart and make you regret that you ever turned your back on me.

~Mario gets up and lets the ladder fall to the ground. Cyanide rolls around some more, coughing and holding his throat. Mario looks down at Cyanide in disgust and then walks out of the locker room.~

Smith: Mario is back! The real Mario!

Hood: Fuckin Mario...did you see the wrap job on that stick blade? All for naught!

Smith: It appears as though the match is on, Hood! A Hazardous Ladder match between two former best friends! The match Silver Cyanide invented as, perhaps, the final chance for Mario to achieve this near twenty year mission.

Hood: Would you calm the fuck down for a second, geez. But, yea, that all sounds totally rad. I can't wait...I love me some Hazardous Ladder matches and, well, to witness one featuring the architect...well that's pretty, meta, right?

Smith: Maybe, I'm not entirely sure. I'm not a fan of the word meta.

Hood: Meta am I

Smith: Wow, that was terrible.

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~A camera turns on backstage at the Catering table, where several non-essential OCW staff, plus some others who simply aren’t booked on this episode, are gathered, talking among themselves. The catering spread looks lovely, in case you were wondering. Yes, there is a fruit and veggie plate. This is a civilized wrestling organization, I’ll have you know. From down the hall runs OCW HR Director, Cap Slock, barreling toward the crowd of catering grazers. He stops a few feet from crashing into AKB, who had just finished a sip of sugar-free cola.~

Cap Slock: MR. ZYBALA HAS INFORMED ME THAT THE PREVIOUS MATCHES RAN SHORTER THAN PLANNED. WE NEED TO FILL THE EXTRA TIME OR STARZ WILL BE VERY UNHAPPY. CAN I GET A STANDBY WRESTLER OUT THERE FOR A BONUS MATCH?

~AKB and the rest of the non-wrestlers glance around nervously. Two hands shoot up in the middle of the crowd as the others part around them.~

Vortex: We got this!

Debris: Yeah! We were born for this!

~Tornado Alley high five one another happily and step toward Cap.~

Cap Slock: EXCELLENT WORK ETHIC, GENTLEMEN. BUT NOW I SADLY HAVE TO FIND TWO MORE STANDBY WRESTLERS INSTEAD OF ONE. FINE. GO TO THE RING AND AWAIT YOUR OPPONENTS!

~Generic rock music hits as Vortex and Debris jog off toward the arena, eager to put last week’s Massacre loss behind them.~

Smith: It sounds like we’re getting some bonus content, courtesy of Commissioner Zybala!

Hood: As if we didn’t have enough “bonus” wrestlers on this show already. These guys have theme music?

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring… I mean.... Making their way to the ring! Vortex and Debris! They are TORNADO ALLEY!!!!!

~Tornado Alley make their way out to the ring, looking super excited to actually be getting a ring entrance. Even Belvedere is confused! They slide into the ring in tandem and play up their grand entrance to the crowd, even getting some cheers!~

Hood: When was the last time we saw Tornado Alley on Massacre?

Smith: Just last week, actually.

Hood: Oh. I must have blocked it from my memory. Did they lose?

Smith: They came up short in a six-person tag, despite a great effort, yes.

Hood: This is my shocked face.

~Hood makes an overly-dramatic expression as Smith tries to maintain his composure. The fans watching at home can’t see this due to poor camera work, so the effect is sadly lost.~

Belvedere: And their opponents…

~A long silence fills the arena as Tornado Alley watch the entranceway. Some fans begin to boo, while others start to check their phones.~

Hood: Hah! Cap couldn’t find anyone who wanted to kick Tornado Alley’s asses? I find that hard to believe.

Smith: Wait, do you feel that?

Hood: Feel what?

~The fans’ attention quickly comes back as they notice small white flakes of artificial snow suddenly beginning to blow around the arena.~

Hood: Ah crap.

~The arena lights fade out as the snow appears on the OCW Tron as well. “Hold Yourself Up” by the Polyphonic Spree begins to play, and as the beat picks up, a burst of blue laser lights shines from the ramp. The stage is soon graced by a cavalcade of young women in a lacy white dresses and young men in white dress shirts and pants joyfully dancing out onto the stage; their numbers grow until the entire stage is filled with white-clad millennials twirling through the snow as the music engulfs them. The dancing crowd comes together then suddenly parts as two figures arise from their midst. The Revolution Ringleader, Robin Toth, wearing his white caped tuxedo and dazzling blue masquerade mask covering the upper half of his face, his conductor’s wand in his hand, stands tall with a large smile on his lips. YUKI-ONNA stands ominously beside him, her flowing blue robes and ornate white, blue, and gold Japanese Yokai mask giving her an eerie presence amidst her joyful peers. Toth points the wand toward the ring and happily dances to the music himself as the drove of young people cheer and follow him. YUKI-ONNA stands like a shepherdess watching her flock until every last one of them has headed to the ring, then finally follows them, her ghostly robes blowing in the makeshift snow.~

Smith: Two weeks ago, we saw the debut of this group, White Sky, who promised a revolution in OCW. We have been informed that the man in front, Robin Toth, and the woman known as Yuki-Onna are the de facto leaders of the group, and the rest are all believers in their mission of millennial empowerment and social justice for all.

Hood: I can handle the snowflakes. Just keep the creepy ghost girl away from me.

~White Sky circles the ring as Vortex and Debris huddle back-to-back, trying to keep an eye on the entire group at once. YUKI-ONNA gracefully makes her way up the ring steps while Toth smiles at Smith and Hood, pointing his wand in their direction as he heads toward their table, plops himself down in a chair next to Smith, and puts on a headset.~

Smith: It looks like we’re going to be joined by a special guest. Welcome to Massacre, Mr. Toth.

Robin Toth: Please, friend Smith, call us Robin. And we could not be happier to be here in beautiful Florida, a state where so many friends have hidden from the snow so long, they’ve fashioned themselves the Sunshine State! How adorable! But friends, we can surely all agree that the sunshine in Florida is only a metaphorical band-aid for much greater issues! Corruption! Greed! Politicians claiming to be “conservative” when they are really simply “counter-intuitive” to progress!

Smith: Well, that certainly may be your opinion, Robin, but the OCW fanbase is made up of a pretty big variety of ideas and beliefs.

Robin Toth: That’s what they sell us, friend. But don’t be deceived-- at the end of the day, we are all part of the same Sky. NOW! Let us focus on the matter at hand in yonder ring, where your eyes will witness a most splendored thing! The ghost who walks, the wandering warrior, the curse of the Joshi, YUKI-ONNA!

~Toth points his conductor’s wand toward the ring, earning a hearty cheer from the White Sky members at ringside. Yuki-Onna has removed her blue headscarves and white robes to reveal pearl white ring gear with blue and gold detail that matches her yokai wrestling mask. Vortex and Debris look on, unsure of what to make of her. Tornado Alley glance around the ring, waiting on a referee, but there doesn’t appear to be one.~

Smith: Is she going to take on both members of Tornado Alley by herself? Aren’t you her partner?

Robin Toth: Sister Yuki may call on us if she wishes, but her wishes are what are paramount. It is not of our place as a man to tell a woman what she can and can’t do. Those kind of antique thoughts have ruined this world and are part of the reason we are here.

Smith: Hood, you’re being awfully quiet over there.

Hood: ...The millennials are looking at me.

~Hood is correct, as several of the White Sky members have gathered around Hood and are observing him carefully as if he is a wild animal.~

Robin Toth: Hmm. We don’t often see such a fascinating example of what closed-minded belligerence can do to a man this up-close.

Hood: Hey!

Smith: OH MY GOD, TORNADO ALLEY JUST GOT DECIMATED BY THAT DROPKICK!

~As Smith called it a second later, while Vortex and Debris stand game-planning, Yuki-Onna darts at them and shocks them both with a double running dropkick. The masked woman gets right back to her feet, while her two larger opponents are stunned by what has occurred.~

Robin Toth: Now, friends, feast your hearts on the supernatural grace of our Sister Yuki!

~Vortex clambers to his feet, still not sure what hit him, and quickly finds himself in the grasp of the ghost. Yuki-Onna deftly grabs Vortex’s leg and snaps it around with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip, crashing Vortex to the mat. She quickly scales the turnbuckles and leaps backward, landing a beautiful Moonsault on the hapless man!~

Robin Toth: Straight from the hallowed snow-ridden lands of Hokkaido, the aerial art passed down through the generations! And now, an even more special treat. Can you feel it, friends?

Smith: You know what, sure, I’m feeling it!

Hood: I’m feeling sick...

Robin Toth: Of course you are! Sister Yuki! If you please!

~Debris has finally made it to his feet, but quickly meets a similar fate as his partner. Yuki-Onna grabs him by the wrist, contorting his arm sideways before delivering a sick Dragon Screw Arm Whip that causes the man to cry out in pain. Yuki maintains wrist control and regains her footing, grabbing Debris’ opposite wrist as well and pulling him to his knees. She bows her head momentarily, possibly in prayer, but we can’t be sure. The silent moment is broken up seconds later as she pulls Debris’ wrists toward her and delivers a thunderous knee strike to the man’s forehead, causing it to whiplash backward. She releases his wrists as he collapses to the mat.~

Robin Toth: AND. THERE. YOU. HAVE. IT! Hohoemi no Bakudan! The alluring but explosive smile of the snow ghost! It has been our esteemed pleasure, friends, but now, let us part on the best of terms in the best of times!

~”Hold Yourself Up” begins to play again as Toth quickly leaps up from his seat to join the rest of White Sky in celebration of Tornado Alley’s destruction. He takes Belvedere’s microphone as he rounds ringside, speaking while dancing to the music with the rest.~

Robin Toth: FRIENDS, the Sky is not falling, but the old guard shall! At Social Justice, such an aptly-named display, your friends in the Sky will come down to play! A wrestling match is not important, as you have already seen-- only opportunity to change minds and share our love for this world and our friends in it. On behalf of White Sky and our Sister Yuki, allow us to issue a promise-- young, old, of any color, man, woman, or anywhere along the way, you are a part of our Sky! But if you represent the obstacle to true Social Justice, then we, friends, will be the ones to leave you ghosted. Because TOGETHER!...

White Sky: WE ARE THE SKY!!!!!!

~Toth throws the microphone carelessly behind him, requiring Belvedere to fumble to catch it, and joins the procession of White Sky dancing back up the ramp. YUKI-ONNA smiles (or, at least, her mask does) and follows them, leaving what is left of Tornado Alley in the ring.~

Smith: That was...most impressive

Hood: What is going on with this tag division? Team ATARI is, well, they are who they are. And now you've got these cultish individuals cloaked behind some type of millennial movement named White Sky. We cannot let White Sky in at Social Justice, Smith...it might be the PERFECT STORM

Smith: Relax, Hood...they are here to compete and deliver a message, same as everyone else on our roster.

Hood: I don't know, man, that Yoko Ono chick was kinda terrifying

Smith: And there it is...didn't take you long to make that reference! White Sky is here, folks and judging by the words of Toth and the actions of Yuki-Onna they are going to be a major force within the tag team division.

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~Once again the screen flashes to static and then to the parking lot outside the OCW Arena. A group of fans, who either were just hanging around outside or who have left the arena to be out here, are gathered and watching. Bifford steps into the frame, holding what can only be described as a large gun or hand-cannon.~

Bifford: This... this, my friends, is a potato gun...

~Earl steps up and hands Bifford a large potato.~

Bifford: With this potato gun I can take down all of my competition... with this potato gun, I will take down the OCW Champion Triple P... just like I took down his fellow triple-lettered idiot friend Triple M... did you know I beat him clean in the middle three times?

~Earl nods, showing that he does in fact know that.~

Bifford: Now Kenny has assembled what we're going to call Triple P of the Night....

~In the distance, not surrounded by fans (due to safety), there is a scarecrow set up with a can of peas, a can of pork, and a jar of pickles stacked in front of it.~

Bifford: Now.. let's see if we can mess this stupid son of a bitch up...

~The fans laugh and cheer as Bifford aims the potato gun toward the scarecrow.~

Bifford: Triple P... I'm coming for you!

~Bifford launches the potato and it goes sailing toward the scarecrow but wasn't quite aimed right. It misses it. The fans laugh and boo a bit.~

Bifford: Shut up you idiots... Earl, give me another potato...

~Bifford reloads the potato gun. He takes aim again and pulls the trigger. No potato comes out.~

Kenny: Bifford, I told you the Amazon reviews said that thing breaks easily...

~Bifford aims the potato gun at Kenny and pulls the trigger. The potato launches and nails Kenny in the stomach. He goes down and starts holding his stomach. The fans that are gathered there pop for Kenny taking the potato-shot.~

Bifford: The reviews also said it randomly usually starts working again... sorry about that, buddy... Earl, another potato please..

~Earl hands Bifford another potato. He loads it and aims at the scarecrow again.~

Bifford: This is what's gonna happen after I win the Elimination Chamber and become #1 Contender again, Triple P...

~Bifford pulls the trigger and the potato goes flying toward the scarecrow. It crashes into the groceries assembled in front of it and the cans of food go flying, the scare crow falls backwards and the can of pickles hits the pavement and shatters. Bifford lifts his arms into the air in victory.~

Bifford: And that... that is how you win the OCW World Title...

Earl: With a potato gun?

Bifford: No... but trying again and again... unless you're Triple M... Mario ain't ever winning that title...

~Bifford and Earl laugh and high-five one another as Kenny continues writhing on the ground in pain holding his stomach.~

Smith: Rude

Hood: Bifford throwing potatoes around like crazy.

Smith: A receipt usually follows a potato

Hood: Well no shit, dumbass. How else are you supposed to have proof of said transaction?

Smith: Are we talking literal or actual potatoes?

Hood: I'm not sure

Smith: Let's cut to Leo who's backstage with some sort of announcement

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~We cut backstage where Jones is standing by holding a flip phone~

Jones: Hello OCW fans! Jones here with some exciting news regarding Social Justice!

~The crowd pops~

Jones: You didn’t think we’d have a show named Social Justice without some sort of social theme, did you? Haha, CLASSIC OCW, BABY. So, listen in and find out how YOU can be a part of the show.

~Jones flips his phone open. The blade belonging to a ridiculously long knife SLASHES into view, knocking the phone out of Jones’ hand. Jones jumps~

Jones: What the…

~The knife vanishes and reappears, this time toting a brand new IPHONE atop it’s sideways blade. Jones carefully plucks the phone from the blade and nods, understanding that this device is perhaps more useful for the current demonstration~

Jones: Okay so tonight, on the OCW newswire a list of stipulations will be revealed. These stipulations were chosen by OCW management. Certain stipulations will be placed under each match. That’s because you, the fans have been given the chance to select these stipulations!

~The crowd goes wild~

Jones: You will have all week to ruminate over which stipulation to choose, then, at Social Justice, all you need to do is activate your phones prior to each match and cast your vote. The stipulation with the most votes will be the winner!

~The crowd is still hot…but they kinda wish they could vote now~

Jones: In order to do this you will need to download the OCW app. It can be found over at www.onlinechampionshipwrestling.com. Download that app and you should be good to go at Social Justice!

~We see many younger fans removing their phones and getting the app downloaded~

Jones: And that’s all from me…enjoy the main event everyone!

~We cut back to ringside~

Smith: OCW has its own app!

Hood: Whoopity fucking doo.

Smith: I can’t wait to see the list of stipulations…this has me totes excited!

Hood: Shut your cancerous mouth and get us to the main event.

Smith: I don’t appreciate that comment. But, yes, the main event is up next! The final piece to the Social Justice puzzle is about to be set in place. Hellraven and Bob Grenier are set to do battle in the Mike Roth Memorial finals…that match is NEXT!

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Main Event
Mike Roth Memorial Final
Bob Grenier (23-14) vs. Hellraven (10-5)

~It’s main event time! The fans are holding their tongues for a moment of silence. A small honk is heard from the OCW Arena speakers. The fans let out a loud “UUUUUBER” chant before giving the fallen ‘star’ a huge ovation. Belvedere clears his throat~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is the finals of the Mike Roth Memorial Tournament! The winner of this match will go on to Social Justice and challenge Andrea Hernandez for the OCW Craze Championship! Introducing first…

~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…the reigning face of the month!

Hood: How the hell did she make it this far?

Smith: She’s beginning to harness her talent, Hood. She’s a star in the making

Belvedere: And, her 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: The former OCW Champion is out here looking to win his way into a double booking at Social Justice!

Hood: This time next week Bob could have two belts around his waist…or over his shoulders…or in the backseat of his car…ya know, whatever works

~Belvedere exits. Scruff calls for the bell. As it rings, Grenier and Hellraven both step towards each other. Before they can do much of anything, the lights in the arena cut out~

Smith: What's this?

Hood: What the hell is going on?!

~The OCWTron twitches to life, a hooded/shadowy figure being revealed. He speaks in a low, dark, scratchy voice~

Hooded Figure: I am awakening... Everyone will suffer...

Hood: What the fuck...

Hooded Figure: Justice will be served... My wrath will be felt!

~The Titantron cuts off. After a few moments, the lights in the arena come back on. Grenier and Hellraven both, along with the entirety of the crowd, seem confused. They both look down and spot something in the middle of the ring: A full bottle of Jagermeister~

Smith: Whoever that was, looks like they're giving Grenier and Hellraven a toast to start the match.

Hood: I wish he would have dropped it over here.

~Scruff grabs the bottle of Jagermeister and gives it to a stagehand, whispering "Hold this for me" before he turns back and gestures for Grenier and Hellraven to continue~

Smith: I'm wondering if we should be worried. Is someone trying to send a message? Is this some sort of ominous foreboding?

Hood: That sounds stupid.

Smith: Eh... You're probably right.

~Raven seems a little shaken. Grenier seems a little thirsty. The crowd starts to chant for ‘Raven’. This instantly refocuses both competitors…they snap back into ‘battle’ mode~

Smith: A very pro-Hellraven crowd this evening

Hood: Further proof that these fans lack in taste

Smith: Bob Grenier won Wrestler of the Month for February so, like Hellraven, he has a ton of momentum heading into this one

~Grenier saunters up toward the center of the ring. He points at Hellraven and mocks her size and stature. He throws some condescending remarks her way…it’s obvious the guy sees her as less than zero on the threat level scale. Raven just stares at him…her blonde hair covering most of her face. Grenier smirks and turns around, giving his back to Raven. He looks for Scruff, mentioning they should go ahead and give him the win to prevent Raven from being hurt~

Smith: Bob is taking this way too lightly

Hood: He’s showing compassion, Smith. Raven will get hurt in there against Grenier. He’s trying to save her, well, her face

Smith: She’s not into saving face, Hood. She’s here to compete

~We zoom in on Grenier as he reaches for Scruff’s shirt. His body is jostled, violently…he stumbles forward. Bob turns around, holding the back of his neck. We zoom out in time to catch Raven leaping into the air and smacking Grenier in the face with a dropkick!!! Bob falls through the ropes, landing on the apron. He staggers to his feet, sloppily. Raven, back on her feet, charges in and SPEARS Grenier through the ropes, all the way to the floor!!! Raven manages to avoid a spike landing…her right shoulder takes the brunt of the fall. Grenier, meanwhile, hits hard and reaches for his back, rolling around in pain. The fans at ringside are going crazy…the entire arena is on their feet in support of Raven~

Smith: There we go!! A fast start for Hellraven…Grenier gave her a window and she jumped right through it!

Hood: Typical female…stabbing a man in the back.

Smith: The bell had rung, Hood. It’s Bob’s fault for treating Raven with such derision

Hood: Blah blah blah

~Raven pops back to her feet, favoring her right shoulder, slightly. She didn’t let it deter her for too long…realizing the opportunity in front of her, she stands over Grenier and begins to lay some heavy weighted boots into Grenier’s abdomen and chest. Bob rolls over, protecting the more vulnerable part of his body. Raven jumps into the air and spikes the edge of her elbow into the middle of Grenier’s back! He yells out in pain…the move must have hit the right spot. Raven, on the ground, looks to apply a Crossface!! The fans at ringside are going wild! Scruff begins a count…he yells “ONE!” Bob uses all his strength to fend the move off~

Smith: She can’t earn a submission out there but she can do quite a bit of damage

Hood: Get them back into the ring, Scruff! Fucking inept officiating

Smith: He started the count, relax

~Scruff yells out “THREE!” Grenier manages to reach over and rake Raven across the face! This puts an end to her submission attempt. He rolls away and crawls around the stairs, taking a seat against them, hidden from Raven’s view. Raven gets to one knee and regains her vision. She looks around, trying to locate Bob’s whereabouts~

Smith: The wily Grenier looking to buy some recovery time

Hood: I bet the dude was a master at hide and seek

Smith: I wouldn’t know

~Fans at ringside aren’t helping Bob’s cause. They plainly and loudly point out that he’s on the other side of the steps. Raven pops to her feet and rushes toward the steps. She steps up onto the upper tier…as she does, Grenier pops to his feet! He snares Raven before she can leap off, spins around and plants her into the floor with a Spinebuster!!! The fans are all like “Ooohhh!!” before quieting and sitting back down. Scruff yells out “FIVE!” Grenier rolls into the ring appearing happy to take a count out~

Smith: Tremendous recovery by the former OCW Champion…tough luck for Raven

Hood: Feel that? That’s balance restored to the main event of Monday Night Massacre. Thank you, Bob Grenier

Smith: It’s not over yet

~Scruff yells “SEVEN!” The fans at ringside are imploring Raven to get up and re-enter the ring. She sits up, holding her back and wincing like she’s awakened from a long night of drinking. It takes her a few moments to realize what’s going on. Scruff yells “EIGHT!” The fans slap the barricade behind her with urgency. Her eyes widen. She pops up and heads for the ring…Bob, on his feet, greets her, kicking her away. Scruff yells ‘NINE!’ Raven is frantically trying to get in. She throws an elbow into Bob’s shin!! Grenier stumbles back, reaching for his leg. Raven dives in right before ten. The crowd cheers~

Smith: Bob was trying to preserve his win but couldn’t keep Raven from beating the ten count!

Hood: Win any way you can, Smith. I don’t blame Bob for trying to get the win via countout

Smith: It sort of goes against the idea of competition but, I guess whatever floats your boat

Hood: Buoyancy is what floats my boat, sir

~Grenier shakes off the sharp pain in his shin and stomps on the back of Raven, preventing her from getting to her feet. He grabs an aggressive handful of hair, yanking Raven to her feet. He hooks her in a front face lock before hoisting Raven up. He holds her vertical, upside down. He keeps her in the air for a few moments before dropping Raven to the mat with a Jackhammer!!! He hooks the leg for the pin…Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Raven with the kick out!

Hood: That’s alright, no big deal…just stay at it, Bob. She’ll fold eventually

Smith: I think you are underestimating her toughness

~Grenier slaps the mat in frustration. Scruff pops to his feet, backing away. Grenier rips Raven from the mat via her blonde hair. He gets to his feet and lifts Raven into a bear hug. He squeezes a few times, perhaps stressing the strength advantage he has over his opponent…he spins around and drills Raven into the mat with a Belly to Belly. Bob pops to his knees and drills Raven in the forehead with straight right hands. Scruff warns Bob after every smash…but Bob does not relent. Raven’s blonde hair flies around in every direction. Scruff finally counts to five before forcing Bob off Raven. The fans are booing his vicious behavior~

Smith: He’s mauling Hellraven! Thank goodness Scruff got in there

Hood: Hey, if she can’t handle this stage perhaps she should join one of those ALL FEMALE promotions

Smith: HOW DARE YOU

~Raven starts to sit up. Bob stomps her back into the mat. He grabs Raven by the throat and nearly deadlifts her into a standing position. He seems to be enjoying this disparity in strength. He positions her for a chokeslam. He hoists Raven up…she kicks and wiggles! She breaks free and wraps her legs around his arm, taking him down with an armbar!!! Bob’s on his back wiggling and writhing in pain, trying to get free! The fans are going wild, yelling at him to tap~

Smith: Yes! What a reversal! C’mon, kid! You’ve got this!

Hood: We should eliminate submissions from OCW. Seriously, they suck!

Smith: You wouldn’t be saying that if Meyhu had this submission locked in

Hood: That’s because they aren’t submissions when Meyhu uses them…they are coerced capitulations

Smith: That makes no sense. Take a break and catch your breath

Hood: It makes some sense

~Bob manages to sit up, fighting through the pain. Is he powering out via his strength or is Raven not 100% adept at locking in the armbar on a veteran opponent? Bob gets to his feet and lifts Raven up, looking to slam her into the mat. Raven releases her armbar and snares Bob’s head, taking him over with a Small Package!!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Dang it! I thought she had it!

Hood: Okay, enough fucking around, Bob. FINISH HER

Smith: It won’t be that easy, Hood

~Grenier rolls through after the kick out and sits up. Raven is thrown back into the corner. She gets to her feet and charges at Bob. She throws a flying knee at Bob’s head. Bob pops to his feet and catches Raven!! He’s got her high in the air…he spins around and drills her into the mat with a powerbomb!!! He holds on for the pin~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: And now Raven with the kick out!

Hood: Man he slammed that kid into the mat. Ya know, if her parents showed a little discipline like ole Grenier maybe she’d learn how to property speak

Smith: We shouldn’t judge how people are raised, Hood

Hood: So glad you aren’t a parent

~Grenier lies back on the mat, breathing heavily. Raven rolls away, creating some distance. She, too, remains on the mat. A ‘RAVEN!’ chant begins with the fans urging her to get to her feet and rise above the hall of fame hurdle that is – Bob Grenier. She crawls toward a corner. Bob is still on his back. She pulls herself up via the help of ropes and buckles. She turns, facing Bob. Grenier starts to sit up…Raven charges forward and leaps into the air, slamming the back of Bob’s head into the mat with double knees!!! The momentum sends her forward…she crawls into the opposite corner, fighting back to her feet~

Smith: Wow! She nearly took Bob’s head off!

Hood: Fuckin hell…Get up, Bob!

Smith: I don’t know, Hood. He’s in bad shape

~She reaches her feet but keeps climbing. She eventually reaches the top rope!! Bob sits up, unaware of Raven’s position. He gets to his feet…back to Raven. She leaps off, grabs Bob’s head and drives him face first into the mat with HELLRIDE (bulldog)!!! The fans go wild!!! Bob flips over onto his back!! Raven crawls over and leaps on top of Bob!! The fans are counting along as Scruff’s hand hits the mat~

1!

2!

3…NO!

Smith: Bob kicked out!! No!!

Hood: Yes! C’mon you wild, crazy assed Canuck! Kick that hillbilly’s filthy ass!

Smith: Hey! Her name is Hellraven

~Raven slaps the mat and pops to her feet. She stomps around for a moment, frustrated. She HAD IT. This gives Bob a window to recover. The fans urge her to get back after Bob. Bob is returning to his feet. Raven finally gets over the near fall and goes after Bob…he reaches his feet and she spins around, looking to hit a discus lariat. Grenier ducks!! The momentum sends Raven past Bob…they are back to back, nearly. She throws a short, quick back elbow that hits Bob in the side of the head. Bob stumbles into a corner. He turns around, clutching his head. Raven yells out and sprints forward~

Smith: Nevermore!

Hood: Move, Bob…move!!!

~Raven leaps up for her patented corner yakuza kick. Bob ducks!!! Raven’s leg SLAMS into the top buckle!! She comes down with a severe limp. Bob picks her up, gets her into position and drops her right into the mat with Hollinger Park Hangman!!! The fans are instantly crestfallen. Bob makes the cover. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings followed by a chorus of boos~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the #1 Contender to the OCW Craze Championship…BOB GRENIER!!!!!

Smith: Dang it!

Hood: Alright! Whew, that was a close one. I mean, could you imagine…an all-female match ON A PAY PER VIEW? Crisis averted

Smith: I loathe your societal views

Hood: Loathe them all you want but you better start loving yourself some Bob Grenier. He’s the current Wrestler of the Month and he’s double booked for Social Justice

Smith: What an effort by Hellraven. My goodness…she nearly defeated an OCW Champion. She was one move away from taking him down.

Hood: Yea, the kid did good.

Smith: That is an understatement

~The crowd begins to boo~

Hood: Oh get over it! He won! Stop your fucking booing!

Smith: They aren’t booing Bob!

~We cut to a shot of Vargas walking toward the ring, clapping. He’s got both tag titles secured…one draped over each shoulder. He heads toward the time keeper’s table and snares the jager~

Smith: Okay…this could be fine…let’s just get Hellraven out of that ring

Hood: Nah, she can stay

~Grenier is back on his feet, doubled over. He does two snot rockets onto the ring canvas before straightening up and flinging his sweat drenched hair back. He smiles when he sees Vargas enter the ring with his gold and some booze. Without bothering to look down, the stomps his foot onto Raven’s hair, keeping her from leaving~

Smith: No! Let her go!

Hood: Shit’s about to get very real. Bob and Chad don’t fuck around

~Chad hands Bob his tag title. He looks down at Raven. She’s trying to get away but can’t…Grenier’s foot has a vice grip on a good portion of her blonde hair. Vargas unscrews the cap to the jager bottle. A ghostly aura fills the arena. A gust of wind blows through the ring. Vargas has a ‘what the fuck’ look. Grenier wears an equally puzzled expression~

Hood: Ever seen Raiders of the Lost Ark?

Smith: Yes, I hear Checkers refuses to watch it again

Hood: I’m not referencing the stupid monkey!

~Raven throws an elbow that hits Bob in the knee, just before he can take a sip. He looks at Chad. Vargas knows what to do. He moves with a purpose, standing over Raven. He splits his legs with Raven between them. He grabs his crotch and says some not so nice things. Raven lunges forward, trying to punch him in the dick but her movements are greatly restricted. Vargas laughs and leans in with a knee, smacking Raven in the head~

Smith: This is disgusting! We need some help out here!

Hood: About time that damn brat was taught some discipline

Smith: Celebrate all you want…but please, for the love, leave that girl alone!

~Chad reaches down and grabs a handful of Raven’s hair. Bob lifts his foot off the mat. Vargas grips Raven about the neck and brings her in close. His eyes widen, they are filled with pure hatred. He spews some redneck, backwoods, chauvinistic rhetoric into her half-conscious face. He promptly spins her around and drops her with THE STROKE!! BOOO goes the crowd! Vargas pops to his feet. Grenier, about to take a sip of jager, stops. He has an idea~

Smith: HELP PLEASE! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!

Hood: One more Stroke…or maybe a Hollinger Park Hangman…or, ya know, both. C’mon!

~Vargas likes what he hears from Bob. He stretches his Tag belt across the canvas and motions for Grenier to lift Hellraven up. Grenier hands Chad the bottle of jager. Chad gets a whiff and smiles. He moves to take a sip…THE CROWD POPS~

Smith: PERZAG!

Hood: Get that backward toilet flushing moron out of here!

Smith: Do their toilets flush backwards?

Hood: I don’t know nor do I care! It sounds like something that might be correct

~Vargas, unable to take a sip, curses. He points toward the ramp. Bob tosses Raven aside and prepares for PerZag. Zag slides into the ring and goes punch for punch with Bob! The fans are going wild!! Chad, realizing he might need to step in, places the bottle of jager in the nearest corner and snares his tag belt. He runs forward and clobbers Zag in the side of the head with the title!! The fans boooo~

Smith: Dang it! We need more help!

Hood: There is no more help. Zag is such a moron for coming out here…what a fucking loser. Who the hell would ever help this kangaroo fucking, koala sucking, shrimp on the Barbie having two bit piece of…

GUESS WHO’S BACK

Smith: WHAT’S THAT?!

Hood: It can’t be!

Smith: Oh, I think it can

I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick

~The OCW Arena loses their shit as OCW’s original legend, Lurrr sprints down to the ring. His cowboy hat flies off the dude is running so fast! Vargas and Grenier are stunned. They back away from Zag. Both men have their Tag Titles ready to strike. Lurrr slides into the ring. He pops to his feet. Grenier lunges first. Lurrr ducks and a belt shot. After ducking, he jumps into the air and drills Vargas with a flying forearm. He kips up to a huge ovation. The fans chant “LURRR!”~

Smith: Yes! Look at him! He looks as good as ever!

Hood: What are you doing to me, Lurrr? Why are you defending these two idiots? I feel so betrayed!

~Bob and Lurrr have a staredown. Lurrr looks ready to let loose his patented WAKE UP CALL superkick. Bob is coiled to spring forward with his belt at any second. Suddenly, Vargas smacks Lurrr from behind with a punch. Grenier jumps forward and helps Vargas double team the ICON~

Smith: AH!

Hood: Whew…2015 OCW…don’t fuck with it

~It’s looking bleak until a bottle is shattered over the head of Bob Grenier!!! He stumbles to the side, falling out of the ring (holding onto his belt). Jager is all over the mat. Hellraven falls to her knees with jager and a little blood running down her right arm. Vargas, stunned, looks around, sensing doom. It comes in the form of PerZag soaring off the top rope and drilling him with a Missile Drop Kick!!! Vargas (holding his belt, as well) slams into the mat and rolls out of the ring. He staggers around the ring, finding Bob at the bottom of the ramp. The fans are on their feet ejaculating in every manner imaginable~

Smith: Wow! Yes! PerZag, Lurrr and Hellraven have sent the Tag Team Champions packing!

Hood: And Massacre has officially gone to shit

Smith: Quiet! I think they’re about to speak

Hood: Why do I have to be quiet when twenty thousand idiots are screaming at the top of their lungs?

Smith: Because you didn’t pay to be here

~Lurrr receives a mic from Belvedere. He heads over to Hellraven and helps her to her feet, patting her on the head. Raven is too tired to take exception to the gesture. She leans into a corner, ass against the second buckle, bent over at the waist, catching her breath. Lurrr, meanwhile, brings the mic to his mouth~

Lurrr: There's been a lot of questions related to the OCW Tag Titles and Social Justice over the last couple of weeks and how things would shake out. Fact of the matter is you two stand up on that very ramp proud to be carrying the OCW Tag Titles....

~Lurrr points towards the ramp where Grenier and Vargas are standing recovering from the actions of Lurrr, PerZag, and Hellraven. They both stare back at Lurrr as he speaks holding their tag titles even tighter as they are being referenced~

Lurrr: But the bottom line is OCW management didn't make the best decision after Throwback. They didn't make the best decision for business purposes. And they certainly didn't make the best decision related to pure overall talent. PerZag and I were cheated when they decided to hand you those titles. I damn sure know that everybody in this arena who bought a ticket would agree that the decision made by OCW management was made based off who participates more and not based on who is the best.

~The OCW fans begin to cheer in agreement with Lurrr~

Lurrr: So basically what you two goobers are holding currently feel more like a couple of participation trophies that they hand out to the little league team who finishes 7th in the standings. That same little league who didn't truly earn what was given to them. They feel more like a couple of placeholder titles and I know this company isn't built off placeholder champions like you. So on March 11th at Social Justice myself along with my new friend PerZag...

~Lurrr pats PerZag on the shoulder and looks back up to Grenier and Vargas~

Lurrr: Are going to ensure that those OCW Tag Titles are owned by.. how would you say it PerZag, worthy competitors?? So come hell or high water this Hall of Famer, just so you two are clear on what a real one looks like, is going to do this company a favor and take those titles away. Then I am going to personally ensure that this Tag Title division sees heights never before reached within this company. PerZag and Lurrr will officially deem the Tag Title division worthy once again. Social Justice is just one stepping stone to what will become the greatest Tag Title reign this company has ever or ever will see. So Grenier you can stick that in your pipe that I know you have lying around somewhere and smoke it while we get ready to show the OCW what a real Tag Team looks like.

~Lurrr hands the microphone over to PerZag as PerZag stares up the ramp-way towards Vargas and Grenier.~

PerZag: I couldn't have said it any better myself. The truth of it all is this......

~PerZag points to the top of the ramp at Grenier and Vargas.~

PerZag: Those Tag Team titles that the two of you hold onto are actually ours. Those Tag Titles are ours, and every single person in the back, on this roster, and all these fans here tonight and all of them that are watching from home all know that. They were just handed over to you, because management knew that if Lurrr and I held the tag titles, then well, there would never be new Tag Team Champions again.

~PerZag steps back a couple of steps, and points out to the crowd.~

PerZag: The one thing that I have learnt recently is that the best way to earn respect in this company, hell, in this fucking profession, is that if you do things for the fans, you get the respect that you deserve. And these fans, well, they want you two fucking losers to lose those damn tag team titles.

~The crowd cheer at this which only makes PerZag smile. He steps forward again, standing side by side with Lurrr.~

PerZag: And while these fans sit back and watch the two of you lose those Tag Titles that you hold dear, we will enjoy kicking the shit out of the two most Unworthiest Hall of Fame morons there are.

~The crowd erupts into cheers as PerZag hands the microphone back to Lurrr.~

Lurrr: So there you have it fellas. One week from tonight at Social Justice live in San Francisco we will turn this tag team division upside down. Be ready for a war because I promise we are bringing hell with us and you two will become just another footnote in tag team history. And at the end of the night justice will be served as those Tag Team straps will be rightfully around our waists!

~The crowd goes wild! Vargas points at Lurrr from the ramp and yells “FUCK YOU!” Grenier holds his belt up and says “NO WAY!” He then winces and bends over, motioning to Chad. The two men head through the curtain. “Cocky” by Kid Rock hits. Zag finds a corner and climbs up, posing for the fans. Lurrr checks on Hellraven…she gives him the ‘I’m cool’ gesture. He pats her on the back and heads to a corner of his own to pose. The fans chant “LURRZAG!”~

Smith: Is that the unofficial name?

Hood: Ugh, I hope not

Smith: Regardless…what a match! Three Hall of Famers and one who, according to many, should be in the Hall of Fame! All for the OCW Tag Team Titles!

Hood: I don’t care what anyone says…Vargas and Grenier EARNED those belts. But, yea, it’s going to be tough to knock Lurrr and PerZag off, damnit

Smith: That it will! Social Justice is one week away! I have a feeling the entire landscape of OCW is about to change…I can just feel it.

Hood: The water receding before a tsunami?

Smith: Something like that…calm before the storm. Folks be sure to tune in next week as we come to you LIVE from the rooftop of Twitter HQ in downtown San Francisco for Social Justice! Until then, I’m Smith saying so long everyone!

~We get one final shot of Lurrr and PerZag posing for the fans before fading out~


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OCW Presents: Social Justice
LIVE! Monday, March 11th 2019
From The Rooftop of Twitter HQ in San Francisco, California

OCW Tag Team #1 Contenders Match
Jason Kortare & Jackson Black vs. The Pretty Committee vs. Team ATARI

Paradigm #1 Contenders Match
Ariel Shadows vs. Hellraven

OCW Tag Team Championship
Bob Grenier & Chad Vargas (c) vs. Lurrr & PerZag

OCW Craze Championship
Andrea Hernandez (c) vs. Bob Grenier

OCW Paradigm Championship
Ed Houston (c) vs. Kitty Petrova

Hazardous Ladder Match
'Marvelous' Mario Maurako vs. Silver Cyanide

Elimination Chamber
'The Marvel' Matt Meyhu vs. The Big Bifford vs. "The Distinguished" CJ O'Donnell vs. The Incredible One vs. Evin Empire vs. Mack O'Connor vs. Chelsea LeClair

OCW Championship
'Perfect' Paul Paras (c) vs. Vincent "The Legend" Langston (c)

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