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