LIVE! February 6th 2023
FROM The OCW PROUD and STRONG Cruise Ship
In the OCEAN headed toward Antarctica
~It’s yet another cold open to Monday Night Massacre. Kinda like the weather. Or how the weather was earlier in the week. I’m starting this on Wednesday. I’m not Nostradamus you fools. Anyway, COLD OPEN. We’re about the OCW PROUD AND STRONG…a massive cruise ship sliding and carving its way through increasingly cold water en route to Antarctica, the chilly site that will host OCW events throughout the duration of February. We’re inside the main hub of the cruise ship…room for a ring and people, lots of people. We have a second floor looking down at the ring, filled with fans who paid the VIP price to get tickets aboard the PROUD AND STRONG. Inside the ring we see Belvedere. To his left is a podium. To his right is a podium. And, behind him is a larger podium. It’s all set up for what appears to be a debate of some kind~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night Massacre~
~Huge ovation from the fans aboard the PROUD AND STRONG~
Belvedere: It is my pleasure to introduce to you OCW’s top enforcer of justice. Please welcome back…THE JUDGE!
~Hardcore court music starts to play as THE JUDGE appears from the back of the crowd, working his way to the ring. Security surrounds him, keeping fans away. As if that’s necessary. THE JUDGE is a kickass man wielding a giant gavel and an automatic weapon…not to mention the heart-stopping scowl that has more than likely won thousands of battles throughout his life. Anyway, THE JUDGE reaches the ring and steps in through the ropes, taking a seat behind the larger podium near the center of the ring~
Smith: And THE JUDGE is back in OCW and he looks as menacingly litigious as ever!
Hood: Why do they let him carry an automatic rifle to the ring?
Smith: Are you going to tell him he can’t?
Hood: That’s not within my job description, I -
THE JUDGE: HEAR YE HEAR YE!
~THE JUDGE’S apocalyptic voice freezes all in attendance. In an instant order has been issued among the typically ravenous OCW fanbase~
THE JUDGE: THAT’S BETTER. NOW I, YE JUDGE ALSO KNOWN AS THE JUDGE WILL PRESIDE OVER THE CASE BETWEEN PLAINTIFF SAHARA, let it be known that this is the name of a human being and not the actual desert, AGAINST DEFENDANT ADI GOLD IN THE MATTER OF PARADIGM TOMFOOLERY. Now, I will call the defendant to the ring.
~”Gold’ By the Beaches hits as OCW Majority Owner, Adi Gold pops out doing the cabbage patch dance to a decent ovation from the crowd. She is wearing a gold pantsed business suit. Seemingly ready for business. But she laughs off her dance as she walks to her podium. Leaning into the microphone she speaks.~
Adi Gold: What! WHAT!!?! Nice being her Mr. Judge. Um, Your Hon-Judge… um…. Your honor?
~THE JUDGE stares at Adi. He stares. More staring. Has he become a statue? Somebody yells out, “ADI GOLD IS HOT!” Calmly, THE JUDGE removes his automatic weapon and begins firing into the air~
THE JUDGE; ORDER IN THE COURT
~A dead owl falls from the roof landing on the mat~
Smith: Oh no!
Hood: The OWLS have infested our cruise ship!
Smith: This judge means business. We should all stay quiet.
Hood: It’s not ‘this’ judge…it’s THE judge.
~THE JUDGE calmly puts his weapon back around his shoulder before slamming his gavel down a few times~
THE JUDGE: ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I WILL NOW CALL OUT THE PLAINTIFF, SAHARA…which, I’d like to remind everyone, is the name of an actual person and not the dry, barren wasteland in Africa.
BANG BANG BANG
~Everyone looks around to see Adi has her own little gavel at her podium. She stops banging when getting everyone’s attention.~
Adi Gold: I just wanna say…
~She says doing her best to hold her laughter~
Adi Gold: I heard of a DEAD BIRD before but this is ridiculous!
~Crickets. The judge orders Adi to give up her gavel~
THE JUDGE: One more outburst like that from you Miss Gold and I will be forced to HOLD YOU IN CONTEMPT.
~The entire ship shakes due to his thunderous voice~
THE JUDGE: Now, bring out the plaintiff, PLEASE!
~’Damn it feels good to be a gangsta’ starts to play as LEO makes his way to the ring with Sahara behind him. Leo is forcing people away, ordering them to KEEP THEIR HANDS OFF THE CHAMP. Sahara is wearing a baseball cap and keeping her eyes low to the ground. She’s also sporting a hooded sweatshirt, covering up most of her body~
Smith: Sahara looking more subdued than usual, Hood.
Hood: She was violated, Smith. VIOLATED at Decadence. She’s not feeling herself. She nearly quit social media, Smith. I, for one, think it’s a testament to her strength that she’s been able to get out of bed these last few days after that traveshamockery that went down at Decadence!
Smith: Yea, sure, okay.
~Leo reaches the ring and holds the ropes open as Sahara quietly steps in. They get behind their podium, facing Adi~
THE JUDGE: Okay. That’s better. Now that we have the both of you in here I’d like to begin the proceedings. Miss Gold, the defendant in this matter, you have been accused of tarnishing the plaintiff’s in-ring reputation, violating the plaintiff’s public image, and threatening the integrity of the entire industry of pro wrestling as a result of your actions on Sunday, January 29th. How do you respond?
Adi Gold: First of all, Mr. Honor-udge. I want to compliment Sahara on her hair today. I think her hair designer deserves an MTV Movie Moon man award for their work. Bravo to you!
~Adi winks and gives Sahara a thumbs up, though she does not look at all amused.~
Adi Gold: I feel I did not a thang wrong. Some would even say ‘nothing’ if you put the words NOT and THANG together. Ditch the ‘A’ and you get NOTHING! See. Nothing. I feel the decision I made at Decadence wasn’t a mistake. And I am doing what is best for Online Championship Wrestling’s future. A future that I feel Sahara is a major part of.
~Adi steps away but rushes back within seconds.~
Adi Gold: NOT TO SAY that our honor’s hair isn’t as fabulous! Mr. Judge. Bravo to you also! You may carry on…
~Adi goes to step away again but returns one final time~
Adi Gold: Not that I mean carry-on as there is a party or anything… please… continue…
~THE JUDGE eyes Adi. He eyes her. More eyes. He reaches for his gun…but shows restraint and, instead, points at Miss Gold~
THE JUDGE: One more outburst like that out of you, Miss Gold and I will have no choice other than to rule in favor of Sahara due to incoherent rambling.
~He leans back, chews an antacid and turns toward Leo and Sahara~
THE JUDGE: NOW. ON TO THE PLAINTIFF. SAHARA, not to be confused with the desolate plain which exists in Africa, YOU HAVE LEVIED THESE STEEP CHARGES AGAINST MISS GOLD. HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO HER DEFENSE?
~Sahara looks at the judge with skeptical eyes. She then turns those same skeptical eyes toward Adi Gold. And shrugs.~
Hood: Wait, that’s it?!
THE JUDGE: That’s all you have to say for yourself?
~Sahara shakes her head and begins whispering into Leo’s ear, who nods. He nods some more. And some more. Taken aback, his jaw drops and he looks at Sahara with wide eyes as she continues whispering. He nods some more. And some more. And some more. Finally, Leo nods one final time and whispers back, ‘Okay, I think I got it.’
Hood: Ah, there we go, I think he’s got it!
Smith: Would you be quiet? We have eyes and ears!
~Leo slowly leans in toward the mic and clears his throat~
LEO: No comment.
THE JUDGE: NO COMMENT?! She just whispered to you for like five minutes! If you don’t comment, Sahara, I will be forced to rule in favor of Miss Gold!
LEO: Apologies, but we see no point in going along with this charade, your honor. If you can even be called that. My client was clearly robbed by that woman. This promotion was robbed because she was robbed. And this whole damn court is outta order! And, Lou… Crash… Dane Preston… wherever ya are out there–
~Leo turns out toward the crowd~
LEO: FUCK YOU, TOO!
~As the noise level from the crowd rises, THE JUDGE begins banging his gavel to bring order back to the court~
Hood: Isn’t that a line from Scent of a Woman?!
Smith: Unfortunately…
Hood: I dunno, but it kinda fits. Speaking of Scent of a Woman...
~Adi lifts her arm and gives it a sniff. She then looks at Leo and Sahara~
Adi Gold: I smell something, your judge.
THE JUDGE: IT’S EITHER YOUR HONOR OR THE JUDGE, miss gold.
Adi Gold: I smell…
Leo: Hey, just because you smell like fish after being in that awful country CANADA for so long, don’t go blaming it on my client! You robbed her of her Paradigm Title...of her dignity...of her sanctity when you switched referees on her mid-match. That’d be like switching JUDGES mid trial.
~The JUDGE audibly gasps~
THE JUDGE: IS THIS TRUE, miss gold.
Adi Gold: Well, umm, you see...the whole referee situation…
THE JUDGE: It IS true
~He grips his gavel. Fire fills his eyes~
THE JUDGE: BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME VIA THE STATE OF THE WORLD I HEREBY AWARD THIS CASE AND ALL THE DAMAGES TO…
~He stops. The crowd pops as they see Dane Preston enter the ring. He walks up to Sahara and Leo~
Smith: It’s Dane Preston! He’s back!
Hood: What do you mean, BACK. He was here last week!
Smith: Well I wasn’t sure we’d see him again.
Hood: We obviously are...and it looks like he’s gonna act as a surprise witness.
~Dane looks Sahara up and down...he smirks. He laughs. He then turns to THE JUDGE~
Leo: Hold on a second, your honor. This man has no business in this court of law…
THE JUDGE: Hello fine looking man. You appear to be of high character.
Leo: He wasn’t on the list of witnesses. He has no business…
~THE JUDGE slings a giant book at Leo, knocking him out and on the mat. He’s officially thrown the book at Leo~
THE JUDGE: I will have ORDER IN THE COURT.
~He reaches for his massive gun. Everybody goes quiet. Sahara stares at the mat, head lowered~
THE JUDGE: KIND, BENEVOLENT, GOOD LOOKING MAN...YOU MAY APPROACH THE BENCH.
~Dane steps forward and relays some valuable information to THE JUDGE. Adi looks on, curious. The fans all lean forward, curious. Sahara seems to be inching toward the ropes, ready to escape~
Smith: What info could Dane have? THE JUDGE was prepared to award Sahara EVERYTHING...including the Paradigm Title!
Hood: I have no clue but I’d never trust a man that pretty. EVER
~THE JUDGE is flabbergasted. Dane steps back, folding his arms~
THE JUDGE: I HAVE JUST BEEN INFORMED THAT THE WOMAN IN THIS RING IS NOT SAHARA!
Adi Gold: I know! I’m Adi!
THE JUDGE: NOT YOU, miss gold. I’M SPEAKING OF THE IMPOSTER!
~He points at ‘Sahara’~
THE JUDGE: THAT IS A FAKE SAHARA, not to be confused with the very real desert!
~ ‘Sahara’ looks at Dane as if to say ‘you bastard’. She then tries to leave but Adi grabs her by the hair, ripping it off to reveal short red hair underneath! The fans gasp. It’s true! IT’S A FAKE~
Smith: That’s a doppelganger with red hair! A fake Sahara!
Hood: Sahara no showed her own trial?
Smith: She must think all of this is foolish and unnecessary.
Hood: Uh, yea...because she was obviously screwed and there shouldn’t have to be a fucking trial to prove her case.
~Adi tosses the platinum blonde wig aside. Red haired Sahara tries to get away but she snares her by the hair, spins her around and clotheslines her over the top rope and to the outside!!! Fake Sahara hits hard, right on her face! The fans go wild! Adi flexes for the camera as THE JUDGE shoots his gun off~
THE JUDGE: SINCE THE PLAINTIFF COULDN’T BE BOTHERED TO SHOW UP FOR HER OWN TRIAL...I HEREBY FIND THE DEFENDANT, ADI GOLD...NOT GUILTY!
~’HUZZAH!’ go the fans! Adi Gold shakes Dane’s hand, thanking him. We then cut back to the announce team as the PROUD and STRONG ship is rocking~
Smith: What a start to Massacre! The JUDGE has ruled that Adi’s decision was legal and Sahara, via default judgment, has lost her appeal in getting her Paradigm Title back.
Hood: Again, she didn’t lose SHIT. This is all a bunch of insanity that she wanted no part in. She’d have shown up if she felt it was worth showing up...people should be smart enough to KNOW she was screwed. Not have to go through some goofy trial with a murderous judge.
THE JUDGE: WHAT WAS THAT, FRIEND HOOD?
Hood: Great ruling, sir! JUSTICE PREVAILS!
Smith: Well, we’re off to a hot start, folks and it’s only gonna get hotter! Stick around as Massacre rolls on aboard the PROUD AND STRONG!
~The screen flashes to darkness, then to a moment of static, and then to the image of The Big Bifford seated next to Kenny the Intern in a courtroom. The main lawyers, Cornelius Cook and Lucy Chang, are up at the judge’s bench whispering with Judge Peeples. Kenny whispers over to Bifford.~
Kenny: Why are you here and not at Massacre?
Bifford: Massacre is on a boat.
Kenny: What?
Bifford: It’s a long story.
Kenny: Where is Earl?
Bifford: Earl is on the boat.
Kenny: What?
Bifford: It’s a long story.
~Bifford reaches into his MAGICAL FLEECE and pulls out the OCW Tag Team Championship and sets it on the desk. Kenny’s eyes bulge.~
Kenny: Hold on.. you and Alice won?
~Bifford nods cockily.~
Bifford: You know who couldn’t win the OCW Tag Titles? Pike. Who has never pinned me.
Kenny: Bifford.. PIC is the OCW Champion.. and he’s apparently on a boat with Earl. What the hell is going on?
Bifford: The Great Illuminatus.. they’re doing it again.. but in order to be in it you had to keep it a secret and make like a 4 week commitment to being on this boat and going to Antarctica.. So I got banned. But don’t worry.. I’m in it.
~Kenny looks at Bifford with grave confusion.~
Kenny: Wait.. what? Antarctica?
Bifford: Yeah, they couldn’t expect normal people to make travel arrangements.. you’ve seen the OCW roster.. not the brightest bunch with people like The Lost Soul, Nickelback, and Crash Rodriguez dancing around. But I can get myself there.
Kenny: Bifford.. you know what Antarctica is, right?
Bifford: It’s just a little cold..
Kenny: Bifford.. you can’t even go there without all sorts of permission.. they’ll kill you.
Bifford: Who is they?
Kenny: Whoever patrols it..
Bifford: Yeah they patrol it because it’s the edge around the earth..
Kenny: Oh shit.. this isn’t going to make us go all Flat Earth again, is it?
~Bifford rolls his eyes. Somewhere in the distance we hear Cornelius Cook whispering loudly to the judge, hoping the jury will hear as he decries “anti-eyeglass-wearing bias”. Kenny presses on with the whispering.~
Kenny: Why is Earl on the boat?
Bifford: I need the coordinates to the ice pyramid..
Kenny: Bifford.. I am in jail. Your exwife Martha Stewart, my Aunt Bella, and the Demon Buffy that you summoned as a child are on an island plotting against you. Earl is on a boat getting you coordinates. I am locked in prison. The lawyer is busy defending me. Ehud is dead. Who is going to go with you to Antarctica and make sure you don’t die?
~Bifford looks around and suddenly realizes he’s sort of alone. He looks back into the courtroom and sees the ghosts of Martin Ka’Berryon and his father sitting there, in ghost makeup.~
Bifford: I’ll bring the ghosts..
Kenny: Bifford, you’re gonna die in the snow.
Bifford: No.. my destiny is the Illuminatus.. it’s there that I will pin Pike and win the OCW Championship.. but not before I pin some of my favorites.. I’m really hoping for Mario Maurako, Pauline Paras, and big Duce Jones. It would be awesome to pin them all one more time on the way to the top..
Kenny: What if Alice is in there?
Bifford: I will piledrive her; I will pin her.
Kenny: She’s your partner.
~Bifford rolls his eyes as the scene fades back to the boat.~
Smith: It is true, folks. Bifford is NOT on the boat.
Hood: But he's in THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS!
Smith: He is not. Word from the man himself, Marcus Welsh...The Big Bifford is NOT in The Great Illuminatus. Let's take a quick commercial break. More Massacre when we return!
FLASHBACK FROM PRE-SHOW:
~OCW cameras catch the woman known around here as SYNN limping towards the ramp to enter the cruise ship, her body worse for wear after her match at Decadence with Harmon Egan. Wheeling her bag behind her, no makeup, and a large sweatshirt with leggings and her Doc Martin shoes, Juniper Leavitt is about to enter the ship when she is tracked down by none other than WHO’RE, the most popular of all OCW backstage interviewers (its the tits, its gotta be the tits)~
~She butts right in front of the girl, blocking her access to the ship. She has a mic in her hand and a big beaming smile~
WHO’RE: We’re here before Massacre with the most polarizing newcomer in the OCW, SYNN. Fresh off her loss at Decadence to the Craze Champion and UNDEFEATED Harmon Egan, we’re going to get her thoughts on not getting the job done!
~She puts the mic in the girl's face, her smile ear to ear. She waves it off, and keeps walking. WHO’RE cuts in front of her~
WHO’RE: “Come on! We would all like to hear about your disappointing loss to Harmon Egan, and your plan for the future!”
Juniper: “Please–no cameras. I don’t like—”
WHO’RE: “Just one word, come on!”
~Juniper is clearly nervous, it's splattered on her face~
Juniper: “I—uh—I.”
WHO’RE brings the mic closer to her face.
Juniper: “I—-I don't remember.”
~The blonde interviewer looked rather displeased by this answer~
WHO’RE: “You don’t remember? You had the match of the night, everyone is talking about it, you made headlines and won an award for the month, and you don’t remember?”
~The girl squirms, trying to talk by. WHO’RE cuts her off again~
WHO’RE: “You're not getting on that ship until you give me–us–SOMETHING.”
~The girl was sweating now. She was stammering, trying to find words. Tears were in her eyes. Just then Marcus Welsh stepped onto the screen~
Welsh: Are you bullying my talent?
WHO’RE: “No sir, just doing my job.”
Welsh: “She’s not even on the ship yet.”
WHO’RE: “Its my job to…..”
Welsh: “You can talk to her later, after she’s settled in. Go. Get out of here.”
WHO’RE: But…..
Welsh: “GO”
Juniper: “Uuuuuuhhh….where’s the bathroom?” She put her hand cupped to her mouth as if she was trying to hold back puke.
~Before Welsh could answer, she took off, her hand over her mouth, leaving her bag on the concrete of the ship deck~
Welsh: “You happy?”
WHO’RE: “Extremely.”
Welsh: “Get out of my sight.”
~He grabs the bag, picks it up and wheels it inside, shaking his head~
Smith: Welsh being a LITTLE harsh with Who'Re
Hood: Bah, she's used to it. She'll be fine.
Smith: SYNN had a brutal match with Harmon Egan last week at Decadence. Happy to see she made it aboard...I just hope her knee isn't too badly damaged.
Hood: She gave Harmon her best effort and all she has to show for it is one good knee. CLASSIC OCW, BABY!
Smith: Anyway, let's get the in-ring action started as we shift gears toward a very highly talked about newcomer...Natural ICE Beckman makes his in-ring debut...next!
Natural ICE Beckman (0-0) vs. All IC Bro (0-0)
~ All IC Bro is already in the ring. He's arguing with some fans at ringside about how why cutting a promo where he you do is sit at a table and talk is most interesting promo. He seems to get upset at one of the fans and calls him a BITCH. The fan threatens to throw a water bottle at him, he throws his hands up and says, “HEY, ALL IC, BRO...I’M KEEPING IT ALL IC.” Belvedere sighs and goes to work. ~
Belvedere: Hailing from Foam Lake, Wisconsin...Natural ICE Beckman!
~The arena crowd is standing or sitting around, with a few random signs held up by the drunkest or Naturalist of fans. Then laughter echos the arena as "Feel Good INC." by Gorillaz hits the PA system. With the intro music comes a mixed reaction of cheers, boos, and confusion from the collection of fans. Suddenly with a boom of smokey white pyros out comes ICE~
~Through the thick cloud of white pyros comes ICE Beckman. He finishes a beer, wipes his thick red beard clean of foam, and descends toward the ring. After some playful moments with the ringside fans, ICE climbs into the ring and finds himself in a corner to wait for the bell the ring~
~ All IC Bro flips ICE Beckman off then turns his back to him as the crow boos.~
Smith: One thing you have to love about ALL IC Bro is that he never breaks character.
Hood: He's just an asshole Smith. It's not a character
~ ICE Beckman runs from behind and delivers a huge clothesline that knocks All IC Bro down. Natural ICE drags ALL IC Bro into the center of the ring, then lifts him up by his mullet. ICE looks at his hand, then delivers a huge haymaker. IC Bro stumbles.~
Smith: Man this Natty Ice is smooth and refreshing.
Hood: I prefer Amstel Light myself.
~ ICE grabs IC Bro and spins him around and delivers a german suplex. He delivers a quick elbow to the back then lays on top and puts IC Bro in a headlock. ~
Smith: Natural Ice Beckman is old school. The fans love his style.
Hood: Half the fans are asleep right now. You must be drunk Smith.
~ ICE Beckman whips IC Bro against the ropes and hits delivers a Drunk Tank (Rock Bottom) on the rebound. The crowd cheers as ICE grabs a hold of IC Bro's legs and straps him into his finisher, the Booze Hound Burden (Texas Cloverleaf). ~
Smith: Looks like IC Bro is going to tap.
Hood: He's fighting it, but it's not going to happen. He's tapping.
~ The ref calls for the bell and ICE releases the hold. ~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...NATURAL ICE BECKMAN!!!!!!
Smith: Dominant win for ICE Beckman.
Hood: He put in the work this week, big time. Lots of talk backstage that this dude is going to be a big star.
Smith: Well, he’s off to a great start. A veteran inside the ring looking to make his mark in OCW. Keep your eyes on ICE, folks. We're going to take another commercial break...when we return, more Massacre action!
~The absolute size of the OCW PROUD and STRONG is almost incomprehensive to the human mind, here are some examples to help you. Think Rose standing on the pier getting her first look at the Titanic and that look on her face or think of a five foot something girl looking on as Mandingo drops his piece in front of her nose. Something along those lines. Either way, the PROUD and STRONG is about to set sail and three of the members of the Influence are standing there on the dock waiting to get on~
~Well, at least two out of the three are waiting to get on. Delia Black, the number one contender to the OCW Craze title, is hunched over the top of a garbage can. Her face is many shades of white mixed with a sick green color and she is breathing heavily in between her dry heaves. Wrigley is looking on with a sick look while shaking his head~
WRIGLEY: Did you know about this?
~Claudia shakes her head emphatically~
FROST: We’ve literally lived next to the ocean our entire lives, we’ve been on planes, trains and various other modes of transport together and I’ve never seen any sort of reaction like this. As god as my witness, it never occurred to me that she might actually be afraid of getting on a boat. In fact, we marathoned all four Jaws movies last night.
WRIGLEY: You did what?
~The mere mention of the movies causes Deila to hug the garbage can once again making a horrible sound followed by a number of coughs. Wrigley is horrified by the sound and probably the smell, and it takes a moment but eventually Claudia realizes the answer to Wrigley’s question.~
FROST: Oh yeah, that probably wasn’t the best of ideas.
WRIGLEY: Jaws II messed me up for a bit with the whole tiny boats strapped together thing, but nothing and I mean nothing will undo the damage by watching Jaws 4 the Revenge. And the fact you watched them both within twenty four hours? Goddamn.
FROST: We never saw them before, we didn’t know! I thought it would be funny!
WRIGLEY: Funny?! No, the two of you decided to play God with powers you cannot comprehend and did not think there would be consequences.
~Just then Delia picks her head up from the garbage can keeping her eyes shut but attempting to take in as much fresh ocean air as possible.~
BLACK: I think I’m good now. I think that was the last of it.
~She slowly opens her eyes, looking at the ship again.~
BLACK: Nope!
~She immediately hugs the garbage can.~
WRIGLEY: Why does nothing ever go normal with the two of you? Seriously, not a day goes by where the two of you haven’t done something that requires close to divine intervention to solve. When will be the day that I wake up and I don’t have to banish a demon to hell or purge the break room from poltergeists? I better be allowed to get some shut on this cruise.
~Claudia crosses her arms and taps her foot.~
FROST: Maybe if we get her drunk enough?
BLACK: No, no! I can do it! I swear, I can make it on the bo… on the bo… on the boa...
~But before she can finish the word ‘boat’ she begins to wretch again and drops her head back into the garbage can.~
WRIGLEY: ] Alright, we’re getting on this boat. God knows that it’s big enough that we can stick Delia in a room and she’ll never have to see the ocean. Hell, the two of you hardly even know what the outside looks like to begin with. All we need is a TV screen and some computer monitors and she’ll eventually think she’s at home.
FROST: What about the rocking of the boat?
WRIGLEY: Simple, the two of you live in California. She’ll think it’s just an earthquake.
~Just then Delia picks her head up again looking a bit insulted.~
BLACK: Hello, I’m literally standing right here. I already know we’re not a home, I’m not dumb. No matter what you two do or say, I’ll know that I’m on a boa…
~She again can’t finish the word ‘boat’ and dumps her head back down into the garbage can. At that exact moment, Wrigley motions towards Claudia who looks confused as to what he’s exactly trying to go for. Wrigley mouths the word “feet” which causes Claudia to look down at her own feet, Wrigley then mouths “her feet” to which finally Claudia picks up on. Just as Delia picks up her head once again, Wrigley grabs her from under the arms and lifts her up into the as Claudia grabs her by the feet. Delia begins to try and kick and scream her way out of it as the duo carry her quickly onto the PROUD and STRONG ship.~
Smith: Happy to see The Influence made it on board...all three of them.
Hood: No shit. Gotta keep an eye on Delia. Not only does she have a history of going missing...but she's valuable property right now, given the fact she's the #1 contender for the Craze Championship...come March, anyway.
Smith: One thing is for sure...if The Influence is on board then you know the party element around here just went up a few notches.
Hood: For better or, likely, worse.
Smith: Alright fans, it's time for more in-ring action as another peak performer from last Sunday's PPV, SYNN is going against doctor's orders, from what I'm told, and stepping back into the ring. Let's head to ringside...where, hopefully, SYNN doesn't do any further damage to her knee.
SYNN (3-2) vs. The Mail Man (0-0)
~The Mail Man is already in the ring, looking to De-LIVER someone. Belvedere wields the mic~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...The Mail Man!
Smith: As harmless as The Mail Man may be...SYNN is still walking into this thing with a bad knee.
Hood: Limping.
Smith: What?
Hood: She’s LIMPING into this match with a bad knee.
Smith: Oh, right.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~YEN—Slipknot hits and the fans give a huge pop for the former #1 contender to the Craze Title. SYNN heads down to the ring, nursing a very ginger, weak knee. She tries her best to conceal the limp...looking as unpredictable and manic as ever. But it’s clear the pain is still there. She walks up the steps before slowly entering through the ropes~
Belvedere: From Anchorage, Alaska...standing 5’8 and weighing in at 150lbs...she is...SYNN!!!!
~When the bell rings Synn sets off to the races, immediately pinning the Mail Man back into the corner. She starts laying into him with vicious forearms and elbows, smashing right through his defenses. The Mail Main tries to push her back, but she bites him in the ear, earning her a stiff reprimand and a warning from the referee!~
Smith: She just bit his ear!
Hood: She's a mad dog, Smith, and dogs bite mail men! It's to be expected!
~The referee separates the pair as we see some blood dripping down Synns chin. She grins with devious intent as she stares at the Mail Man while licking up his blood. Both the red and the Mail Man look off put by this. That shocked look on their faces only evaporates when Synn charges forward, spearing the Mail Man back into the corner!~
~Synn pops away from the corner and starts taunting her opponent in the middle of the ring. The Mail Man shakes his head from side to side, trying to get his bearings back. Once the cobwebs finally shake free the Mail Man pulls himself back up to a standing position, only to see Synn charging right at him!~
~Mail Man wisely slides out of the corner, facing Synn to splash right into the turnbuckle with her face! Synn backs away from the corner immediately while holding her nose, and we see some blood leaking out.~
Smith: What quick thinking from the Mail Man! Using Synns own quickness and aggression against her!
Hood: Not her face! Anywhere but the face!
~The Mail Man sneaks up behind Synn, and tries rolling her up with a schoolboy! The ref drops down to count!~
1!
Kick out!!
Hood: You can't deliver her mail this quickly!
Smith: Is that supposed to be some kind of pun?
~Synn violently kicks out of the roll-up, and she soars back to her feet with a vicious look on her face and plenty of blood on her nose and mouth. The Mail Man rolls over to his stomach as he tries to rise, but Synn is quicker, and waiting for him the whole way. As soon as he stands up he's brought right back down with a dropkick, and then that very same process is repeated with a hip toss across the ring!~
Hood: She's just toying with him now!
Smith: I think she's working out that leftover rage from Decadence!
Hood: Rage?! She was closer than anyone's ever been to beating Harmon! She should be proud!
Smith: I don't think that's what she's feeling right now!
~Synn climbs atop Mail Man and starts laying into him with hammerfists and the occasional headbutt. Mail Man tries to bring his hands up in self defense, but that only does so much. Eventually Mail Man starts crawling away toward the ropes, and after several more seconds of serious beating, his palm finally grazes the bottom rope!~
Smith: Rope break!
~The referee has to literally pull Synn off of Mail Man, she just won't listen to his commands. After Synn is pulled away and reprimanded once more for improver behavior, she gives the referee puppy dog eyes and apologizes. The ref forgives her, but tells her she's had her last warning~
Smith: This ref is giving her way too much slack!
Hood: Beautiful women have a way with words, and thumbtacks!
~The Mail Man, meanwhile, looks beaten and bruised. He crawls up to a standing position with the help of the ropes before waddling over to Synn and the referee. Mail Man swings out with a haymaker, but he misses by a mile: he must be seeing double! Synn just waves at him and blows him a kiss…~
Hood: She's such a sweetheart!
~Before she kicks him in the gut and hits her patented Beautiful Disaster on him!~
Smith: She just nailed him with her Sitout Butterfly Cradle Drop!
Hood: This match is over! Ring the bell already!
~Synn covers the unconscious Mail Man as the ref makes the count~
1!
2!!
3!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...SYNN!!!!!
Smith: SYNN with the win! Impressive, considering her condition.
Hood: She looked alright during the match.
Smith: Adrenaline, most likely. I’d advise her to stay off that thing and let it heal...she’s too talented to do any permanent damage to a major body part like the knee.
Hood: Haha, does she really look like the type of person who will listen to reason? She probably enjoys wrestling through that pain.
Smith: Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that. All I know is she won tonight despite her injuries. SYNN back in the win column.
~We cut to the backstage area where Jacki O'Lantern, who is in her ring gear as usual, is pacing back and forth outside the locker room of Dylan Thomas, who is her opponent for tonight. She is unsure whether to knock on the door or not. The nerves were kicking in. Finally, she stops and calms down, then stands in front of the door and knocks as she waits for an answer.
Inside the locker room, The Children of the Vard’s Guiding She-Wolf Lopa answers the door. Dylan Thomas is on the couch inside. He looks up with a smirk. Ichabod and Jeremiah stand behind Lopa~
Lopa: Well now… isn’t this interesting…?
~The OCW Faithful boo at Lopa and the Children still being around~
Dylan: Jacki O’Lantern.
~Jackie looks surprised~
Dylan: You seem surprised that I recognise you. Well… let’s just say that I’m a fan of your work.
~Dylan smirks~
Lopa: The Alpha is not expecting visitors.
Dylan: Lopa, leave Jacki and I alone for a minute. Don’t you have a gang war to prepare for?
Lopa: Fine, very well. I don’t like it, but…
~Lopa leaves with Ichabod and Jeremiah~
Dylan (whispering): Those three have been a pain in my ass for a while. I can’t wait to get back to Lissandra.
~Dylan stands up, walking to the door~
Dylan: Come in, please. What can I do for you? I mean aside from beating you tonight.
~Dylan winks and some of the Faithful boo this remark while others cheer~
Jacki O'Lantern: I wouldn't be so sure about that bud.
~She gives him a wink of her own and enters his locker room. She looks around the place before taking a seat on his leather sofa and looks his way.~
Jacki O'Lantern: I figured I would pay you a visit, and see where your head is at as far as our match is concerned, but from the sound of things you seem to be pretty confident about beating me. I may be still pretty new to OCW, but one should never count me out.
~Dylan shuts the door and walks back towards Jacki, grabbing a bottle of water from a nearby table as he does.~
Dylan: Ah… don’t worry, I don’t. I’m only messing with you. Despite what I often come out with, I know anything can happen on any given night. Though, truth be told I do need to get back to some winning ways. Some of the Faithful have turned on me, while some of them stick by me so don’t expect a full pro-Jacki fanbase out there tonight. But DO expect me to do whatever it takes to win. Though er… if those three…
~Dylan nods to the door~
Dylan: …get involved on my behalf, it’s not my doing.
~Some of the OCW Faithful boo, not believing Dylan while his still steadfast Dylan section cheer, believing him. Dylan looks around the room, listening to the crowd~
Dylan(to the booing OCW Faithful): Hey! It’s true! I never wanted to get caught up in that cult…It’s you that turned on me, remember? I’m still me…
~Dylan once again gets the 50/50 split and he shakes his head~
Dylan: ….Anyway, is there anything else?
~Jacki remained quiet the whole time, trying to figure out Dylan, but couldn't quite understand his true intentions as she flipped her hair back before responding~
Jacki O'Lantern: I hope you are right with the whole not interfering in the match thing. I feel like we could have a good match without some shenanigans involved. Hell, if you manage to beat me fair and square, I'll shake your hand after the match. I don't mind doing that, but I guess it depends on your actions.
Dylan: Look, Jacki… I’ll be frank with you. I used to be an asshole…one of the biggest but then I redeemed myself and now? Now I just want to go back to my wife and friends of the A-List Family.
~The Faithful cheer at the mention of the A-List Family and start a ‘Lord Allton’ chant. Dylan smiles at the mention of his friend’s name~
Dylan: So, yeah. I’ll shake your hand, sure. I’ll even shake yours if you beat me. Now…will there be anything else? Or shall I see you out there?
~Dylan swigs down the bottle of water when there is another knock at the door. Dylan opens it and there stands Lissandra. Dylan looks agape and the OCW Faithful cheer loudly upon seeing her- They love their dear Lissandra.~
Lissandra: Dylan, I…I was watching the locker room and I saw the Vard bastards leave and - I…I just had to see you. I just want this nightmare to be over and we can just go home, baby….
~It’s then that Lissandra looks over to see Jacki sitting on the couch~
Lissandra: Oh. I er… didn’t know you had company. Hi Jacki, I’m Lissandra, Dylan’s wife and publicist for the A-List Family. I also commentate on Lord Allton’s Tuesday Night Equality. I’ll leave you guys to chat… Good luck tonight. Both of you. I’ll…. I’ll be watching.
~Quickly, Lissandra kisses her husband on the lips and makes her way out of the locker room. Dylan heads to the doorway looking on after her. He turns to face Jacki~
Dylan: I er….
~She looks content, then gets up off the sofa and places her hood over her head and walks over to him, then places a hand on his shoulder~
Jacki O'Lantern: No need to explain yourself, no more. I get it. Your wife seems nice too. I appreciate you being honest, and I hope we can have more conversations like this in the future, and hell I hope tonight isn't the last time we face off. Anyway, I'm going to get ready for our match now. Good luck out there. I'll be sure to bring it out there.
~She nods her head, happy with how this conversation went, and turns to leave the locker room~
~Just before Jackie leaves, Dylan gets her attention. She turns.~
Jacki O’Lantern: Dylan just so you know, you better believe I’m going to bring it.
~Dylan and Jacki smile and then Jacki finally leaves the locker room.~
Smith: Tense situation between Dylan and Jacki who will do battle in tonight's main event for the debuting Massacre championship!
Hood: In an Icicle Death match...we might see literal death!
Smith: I hope not...all I know is Dylan Thomas has been struggling as of late and could really, really use a big win. Jacki, on the other hand, is on the fast track to stardom...tonight would skyrocket her up into the upper tier of OCW. It's a big match and it's tonight's Main Event! But first, a commercial break before Massacre rolls on!
The Lights dim.
A voice over reverberates. “I started wrestling in… oh, I dunno mid 1980.”
On the screen is an old film-grainy clip of a young man, Brad Stokes, energetically taunting a larger man dressed in leopard skin and animal teeth to charge him.
The announcer’s voice rises with excitement: “The Tongan Tribal Chief is bearing down on Brad Stokes.”
And the crowd goes wild as Brad unexpectedly tilts the Tongan Tribal Chief upside down and slams his back down onto the canvas with a body slam that shakes the ring and ignites the crowd.
The voiceover again, “I won some. I lost some.”
Quick cut to a different match, in a different ring, in a different arena. Brad Stokes is on the wrong side of a sharpshooter, struggling for dear life to reach the ropes.
The announcer is half-shouting into the microphone: “Can he do it? Can Brad Stokes get out of this one like we’ve seen him do so many times before?”
Cut to a much older face looking out into a cloudy sky.
Brad Stokes’ voiceover continues, “In my head, I’m still the same 20-year old, rowdy kid, you know? The mind wants to go from pillar to post, but the body can’t bring me down to the ring.”
Fade to black.
Open on a seated brunette. She’s stunning. It’s Maddie Stokes.
Maddie Stokes: Hi, I’m Maddie Stokes. As we approach the 30th anniversary of the night my father, Brad Stokes, embarked on his record-setting wrestling career that saw him win titles, break hearts, and establish a dynasty that would lay the foundation of a road so many of you now walk on… I’m inviting the entire OCW roster to celebrate the man, the myth, my father: Brad Stokes.
The shot pulls back to reveal an old man, Brad Stokes in a wheelchair with a white-garbed nurse attendant standing behind him ready to rush to Brad’s assistance. Maddie looks with a warm smile to Brad, inviting him to speak.
Brad shakily begins to lift a hand, as if he wants to say something. Maddie quickly leans forward and clutches her father’s withering hand to her midsection and quickly interjects.
Maddie Jokes: So you won’t you join me, Maddie Stokes, on this journey of remembrance of a man who helped build fine federations like–
To the hawk-eared in the crowd this part sounds overdubbed, to be honest.
Maddie Stokes: OCW, who wouldn't be half as great as they are without the work of Brad Stokes.
Brad looks a little frustrated he can’t speak. Maddie clasps his hand firmly with a warm, serene smile.
And the scene closes.
Smith: Interesting package there...it appears Maddie Stokes might be heading to OCW!
Hood: The Stokes Dynasty is a large and impressive dynasty...as, ya know, dynasties tend to be. Brad is a 30 time Hall of Famer and the very reason this industry exists today.
Smith: I think we might be overselling Brad and, perhaps, underselling everyone else.
Hood: You gonna shit talk a man in his condition? A LEGEND down on his luck? HOW DARE YOU
Smith: Alright, fine, sheesh...I’ve noticed the Stokes Dynasty on twitter and I’ve heard they are impressive so if any member of that family, most notably Maddie, were to appear in OCW it would no doubt be interesting.
Hood: Not to mention she’s super hot.
Smith: She is easy on the eyes. Alright fans, it’s time for more in-ring action as...hold on, I’m being told something is going on in the casino!
~We quickly cut to the casino where OCW Champion, PIC is eyeing the black jack table. The OCW Title is over his shoulder~
Dealer: How’s it going, champ?
~PIC doesn’t respond, he sizes the dealer up. He then looks around...the casino is empty...everyone is at the show~
Smith: It’s the champion!
Hood: He’s a degenerate gambler!
Smith: He is NOT...I just think he wants to try and avoid...ya know...the potential...cash in.
Hood: Ooohhhh
~PIC takes a seat and slides a $20 on the table. The dealer clears his throat, pointing at the sign that says all bets are a minimum of $25. PIC is like “Are you serious? Geez.” He reaches into his pocket for more cash...as he does, we see a figure walk past him...a figure that looks a lot like Earl the Popcorn salesman, only he’s sporting a thick mustache and large eyebrows...PIC senses the presence of someone else and he jumps to his feet, turning around...but the man who looks like Earl is gone~
Smith: Was that Earl?
Hood: Nah, Earl doesn’t have really thick eyebrows OR a mustache.
Smith: Those looked fake, Hood. I think that was Earl.
Hood: WRONG
Smith: Regardless, the champ is on edge.
~PIC takes a breath and sits down, sliding a five dollar bill onto the table. The dealer takes it and hands PIC a green $25 chip. PIC places it out for his bet...he gets a ten and a five. The dealer flips over a ten. PIC ponders~
Smith: Tough call.
Hood: Uh, no. You hit that shit.
Smith: But he could bust.
Hood: You’re such a fucking pussy.
~PIC ponders what to do...as he does, something creeps up from behind. SOMEONE. A shadow starts to consume PIC...he hasn’t caught on, yet. He stares at his cards. The dealer looks up...his eyes widen. The shadow turns into a figure...slowly it’s arms raise and we see a rectangular object in its hands, ready to come smashing down~
PIC: Hit or Stay. Hit or stay.
Dealer: HIT! HIT! HIT! INCOMING HIT!
~PIC looks at the dealer like he’s crazy~
PIC: A little pushy but, okay, fine. I’ll take a hit.
~PIC taps the felt. The arms of the shadowed figure behind him come crashing down. PIC sees them...he reaches for his OCW Title and leaps up, spinning around and...NOTHING. The figure is gone. PIC’s eyes bulge, the vein in his neck is visible...he looks and looks...he turns back to the dealer~
PIC: Did you? Was he? Where?
~The Dealer slowly slides another green chip onto the table before leaving to take a much needed break...confused over what he just saw. PIC looks down and sees that he drew a six...lucky hit. He takes his two green chips and hurries away from the casino. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Was that TLS? Was he about to blast PIC over the head with his Oh Shit contract?
Hood: I don’t know...but SOMETHING was there...PIC turned around just in time.
Smith: Indeed...and now he’s seeking refuge somewhere else. The man has a very, very risky month ahead of him...the threat of a cash in aboard a cruise ship PLUS the Illuminatus. He’s going to need some blood pressure medicine when this is all over.
Hood: Hey, but at least he took a hit and doubled his money.
Smith: Yes, there is that.
~After the last segment ends, the camera shifts focus from the scene before to this new scene, showing Donnie Harris getting ready for his next match: warming up, doing some half-speed shadow boxing. Thoughtful, deep breathing can be seen and heard, but then Donnie stops and looks around. Turning his back, he is seen pulling an unknown object out of his gym bag.
He stays hunched over for a few extra seconds before straightening up, turning around and making a subtle adjustment to his jockstrap through his fighting shorts before the scene fades back to the announce team.~
Smith: A little TOO up close and personal, for my tastes.
Hood: Your tastes? Sheesh.
Smith: You know what I mean...anyway, Donnie Harris is set to step into the ring for his biggest challenge yet as he faces former Savage Champion, The Nickleman...and that match is up NEXT!
Nickleman (11-5) vs. Donnie Harris (3-1)
~Since I'm a Bastard by This Grey City blares as Nickleman walks out on a mission. He rolls in the ring and awaits Donnie~
"You'll be cryin' like a bitch!"
~This line from the chorus blasts over the speakers before the song opens with its opening drumline. As soon as the lyrics start, Donnie slowly emerges from behind the curtain wearing a loosely-tied BJJ gi top and a pair of standard boxing shorts. He stands at the top of the ramp in a pair of amateur wrestling shoes that match the shorts. He slowly starts walking down the ramp halfway into the first verse~
Belvedere: On his way to the ring... standing at 6-foot-3-inches tall, weighing in at 228 pounds...
~Donnie moves from the bottom of the ramp to the steel steps, jumping up a couple steps at a time up onto the ring apron, moving through the ropes slowly`
Belvedere: DONNIE... HARRIS!
~Donnie starts to take his gi top and moves to his corner, throwing the shirt up and over the top rope onto the floor for the ring crew to move. He rests against the corner and stretches, breathing deeply and waiting for the bell~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Since I'm a Bastard - This Grey City hits and the fans give a strong reaction as they see THE NICKLEMAN make his way to the ring. He rolls in under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, standing in his corner~
Belvedere: From Steubenville, Ohio...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 265lbs...he is a former OCW Savage Champion...he is...The Nickleman!!!
~The bell rings as the two men circle one another. Donnie raises a hand in the air for a test or strength. Nickleman matches him but it met with a kick in the gut from Harris. The fans boo as Harris hits a DDT and mounts Nickleman. He begins hitting a flurry of punches to the face and ribs of Nickleman. Nickleman catches one of Harris' arms and counters with a huge jab of his own but he is unable to connect with full power but it is enough to get Harris off of him~
Smith: Fast action early on!
Hood: Yea, Harris is taking a big step up. He’s been running his mouth...if he can defeat Nickleman, dude might start to get some big opportunities.
Smith: Indeed!
~Both men begin exhanging rights and lefts for a few rounds. Nickleman gets the upper hand with a huge uppercut which rocks Harris back. He hits a couple stuff elbows to the face of Harris and follows it with an Irish whip to the corner. Harris falls to a seated position. Nickleman runs and drives his knee into the face of Harris. He goes for a second one but is caught with a kick to the groin by Harris~
Smith: Great, albeit shady, counter by Donnie Harris.
Hood: Hey, when The Nickleman is on you...you do what you have to do.
Smith: I guess.
~Nickleman falls back holding his groin as the referee goes to call for a disqualification Harris stops him and shakes his head. The referee nods at Harris and calls for the ring announcer. He whispers something in the ring announcer's ear~
Belvedere - This match is now NO DISQUALIFICATION!
Smith: I guess Donnie Harris is just making up the rules now?
Hood: That was weird. Gotta be something going on with Harris and Welsh for Harris to have THAT sort of power.
Smith: Whatever the case, this puts Nickleman at a disadvantage.
Hood: Maybe. Maybe not. Nickleman is pretty fuckin dirty.
~Harris laughs as he slides out of the ring. He begins chucking weapons into the ring. He slides back in and grabs a trashcan. He slams it down onto Nickleman as hard as he can denting the can over the ribs of Nickleman. Nickleman rolls around as Harris taunts a bit. Nickleman grabs a fork as Harris goes to lift him up he stabs Harris in the forehead with the fork as blood begins to trickle out of the wound. Harris stomps Nickleman as he walks to the corner. He grabs his shirt and begins wiping blood out of his eyes as Nickleman runs and hits a huge splash in the corner. Both men crumple to the ground~
Smith: Nickleman fighting back!
Hood: Told ya. Harris asked for this...and now he’s gonna get it.
Smith: A former Savage Champion, Nickleman knows how to handle himself in hardcore situations.
Hood: Sounds like you’re endorsing him to Pornhub. Or, even worse, Xvideos.
~Harris is the first to stir as he rummages through the weapons. He has a salt shaker in his hand. He smashes it over the head of Nickleman as the salt goes everywhere. Salt and blood covered the ring as both men, a little blinded, began brawling. Nickleman is thrown by the salt, allowing Harris to get more punches in. Nickleman is reeling...the salt digging, scratching, and clawing into his open wound. He’s clearly bothered. Harris reaches back and SMACK! A roundhouse that nearly knocks Nickleman out. Nickleman drops to his knees as Harris cracks him in the head with RIDE THE LIGHTNING (Shining Wizard)!!!! Nickleman is out! Harris makes the cover...Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...DONNIE HARRIS!!!!!
Smith: Wow! Huge upset! Major win for Donnie Harris!
Hood: Well, would you look at that...dude is backing up his trash talk.
Smith: Although, he did get a nice break when he was able to magically change the rules mid-match.
Hood: Again, there’s got to be more to that than Belvedere just being like “Donnie’s got a cool tattoo so imma give him this one.”
Smith: Welsh is well known for pinpointing young talent and showing them...favoritism. Perhaps he’s got his eye on Donnie.
Hood: That AND...he hates B.O.B.
Smith: Indeed. Regardless, it goes down as a MASSIVE win for Donnie Harris...a name everyone should keep on their radar.
Over the Deck Match
TLS (31-8) vs. Bob Grenier (24-19)
~Belvedere is standing in the ring. These fans are still RAGING and BUZZING after that awesome Harris/Nickleman match. They know a couple of legends are about to wage war, and they are HERE for it. Belvedere clears his throat to a huge ovation~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is an OVER THE DECK Match! The objective is to throw your opponent off the ship and into the ocean. The first wrestler to achieve this objective will be declared the winner!
~An ominous moment as the cruise ship comes to a startling stop, everything shaking~
Smith: Well, we can’t very well throw someone overboard with the ship moving.
Hood: Nope, they’d probably get sucked under and chopped up by some giant ass propeller.
~Once everything settles and the several drunk people who fell down due to an inebriated sense of balance are pulled back to their feet...Belvedere continues~
Belvedere: Introducing first…
~Where the Hood at by DMX hits and the camera looks around for Bob Grenier. If finally locates the man, seated at a bar, downing a giant, dark beer with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. The fans go wild. Bob turns and sees that it’s time to fight...he puts the cigarette out in his hand and chugs the giant mug of dark beer before belching loudly, slapping some money on the counter and heading through the crowd to the ring~
Belvedere: From Timmins, Ontario, Canada...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs...he is a former OCW Champion and in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is...Bob Grenier!!!
~Bob heads through the crowd, reaching the guardrail set up around the rink to keep the cruisers at bay. He pauses...something catches his olfactory wheelhouse and he turns, spotting a fan in a hood lighting up a joint~
Smith: Uh oh, I think Bob’s located some pre-match festivities.
Hood: As if beer and tobacco weren’t enough. Bob’s the fuckin man...guy could probably live off whiskey and nicotine and live to be 150.
~Bob taps the fan on the shoulder, asking for a hit. The fan, head down, hands the smoldering vice over. Bob brings it to his lips and takes a long hit...he leans back, releasing the smoke one puff at a time...the smoke ‘rings’ are in the shape of ‘B’ ‘O’ ‘B’...the fans go wild! Bob then returns the joint back to it’s owner...the owner slaps it away! The fans go ‘ohhhh’ the fan gets to his feet and head butts Bob in the face! Bob stumbles back! The fans boo! The ‘fan’ removes his hoodie to reveal...TLS! The fans suddenly go wild~
Smith: It’s TLS! He was disguised as a fan.
Hood: More fuckin trickery.
Smith: TLS is on the cruise ship, confirmed! He’s fighting Bob...and, if he manages to keep from being thrown overboard...does this mean he’ll CASH IN on PIC?
Hood: What are you asking me for? I just work here.
~TLS lifts a knee into Bob’s midsection, doubling the OCW Hall of Famer over. While doubled over, Bob gets a whiff of the joint and his eyes pop...he reaches for it. TLS slams a double axe handle into Bob’s spine...but Bob doesn’t move. TLS hits him again...Bob rises up...TLS is nonplussed. Bob is upright, smoke hanging from his lips. He motions for TLS to hit him again...TLS does but Bob blocks it and he waylays TLS with a massive right hand, staggering the elusive wrestler. Bob then snatches him by his hood and he drags TLS through the crowd, toward a door leading out onto the deck~
Smith: Bob is taking TLS out to the deck!
Hood: He’s like popeye. The green stuff gets him going!
Smith: Indeed!
~Grenier kicks the door open and slings TLS toward the opening into a pretty strong, cold win. TLS, though, drives another knee into Bob’s midsection. The smoke falls from his mouth to the ground. He drops to one knee, failing. TLS hits him in the head over and over...Bob falls to his side, nearly unconscious. TLS grabs the door before it shuts and takes in the arctic breeze. It’s. Fucking. Cold. He snags Bob by the legs and drags him out onto the deck...as he does, Bob frantically reaches out with his mouth, managing to corral the joint with his lips which know how to wrangle such a device~
Smith: TLS has Bob out on the deck! Grenier is in trouble!
Hood: No he’s not...he sucked that joint into his lips like a fuckin pro, eh?
Smith: It’s cold enough to FEEL like Canada, so ‘eh’ is acceptable.
Hood: Fuckin ay!
~TLS gets Bob outside on the deck...his hood flaps around in the strong, arctic breeze. Bob takes both legs and he kicks TLS back! TLS stumbles into the railing on the side of the boat. Bob kips up! The fans applaud...Bob showing the spryness of a Grenier half his age. The joint hanging from his mouth he rushes at TLS with a clothesline to send him over the railing and into the cold ocean below~
Smith: He’s going to win it!
Hood: The power of marijuana is too much for TLS!
~TLS moves! Bob runs right into the railing...the top rail hitting him in the chest. He coughs, spitting the joint out and overboard! He watches as it floats from the deck of the ship all the way down, down, down, toward the ocean. TLS gets ready to dump him...but Bob hops up on the top rail and he leaps off, diving after it! TLS rushes to the edge, staring down as Bob penetrates the water with a picture perfect dive...and then, silence, stillness~
Smith: What the…
Hood: Bob just leapt into the ocean to retrieve some drugs.
Smith: Classic Grenier.
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...here is your winner...THE LOST STRANGER!!!!!
~TLS continues to look down into the water, his hair and hood flapping in the wind. And then, we see Bob breach the surface, smoke in his mouth. THE CROWD GOES WILD. “BOB! BOB! BOB!” He continues rising out of the water until we realize that he is riding on the back of a Killer Whale!! The ovation gets LOUDER! Bob and his Killer Whale take a lap around the PROUD AND STRONG as TLS throws his hands at the idiotic scene...he turns and exits our frame~
Smith: TLS with the win tonight. But, in a way, it seems as though Bob is the real winner.
Hood: He’s got his drugs. He’s made a new friend. Grenier might take over Antarctica just like he did that island way back in 2015...LOPAKA, never forget.
Smith: I will truly never forget that.
~OCW cameras cut to WHO’RE fixing her hair and lipstick, preparing for a backstage interview with newcomer The Standard before his upcoming match with Harmon Egan. When the light comes on, she prepares the mic~
WHO’RE: “Backstage here, getting ready to talk to the Newcomer of the month before the biggest match of his young career, a man called The Standard." Just as the camera shifts a little to who we expect to be the well dressed newbie, the crowd OOOOHSSS.
~SYNN, fully dressed in her black outfit and devilish white face paint, stands there with a mile wide smile~
~WHO’RE stares at her for a moment, a bit taken aback to see her there~
~SYNN then moves with a quick twitch, taking a handful of WHO’RE’s blond locks. She brings her head to her face, and takes an audible sniff of her hair. She lets go with an equally audible “AHHH”. The interviewer looks a little uneasy~
SYNN: “Conditioner. Mmm, is that L'Oréal?”
~WHO’RE nods~
SYNN: “Mmmmm……..”
~WHO’RE shifts a bit, moving a step away from the lunatic~
SYNN: “So….my well conditioned friend, you wanted to ask a question earlier?”
~The interviewer now seems annoyed, as soon curls a lock of the blonde bombshell's hair between her fingers, causing her to pull her head away~
WHO’RE: “I wanted to talk to you earlier. You wouldn’t. You had your chance. Now if you will excuse me I am trying to conduct an interview with the newcomer of the month, and someone who has a chance to do what YOU FAILED to do at Decadence, win the Craze Title……The Stan—”
SYNN: “Oh, that won’t be happening dearest.”
~She rubs a finger across the cheek of the interviewer. The OCWTV screen behind her shows a dressing room door that says STANDARD on it. Someone is knocking on it hard from the inside. In front of the door is what looks like a refrigerator~
HOOD: Holy hell, did this crazy bitch yank the refrigerator from the talent room?
SMITH: Sure looks like it.
HOOD: I HAD FOOD IN THERE.
SMITH: We all did.
~They both look back at the camera~
SYNN: “So, it looks like your schedule has freed up. Ask away.”
WHO’RE (uncomfortably): “Ok, so yo–”
~SYNN snatches the mic with aggression~
SYNN: “How does it feel to be pressured, and bullied? Verbally berating a shy, scared, broken little girl for your own sick enjoyment.”
WHO’RE: “It’s my—”
SYNN: “SHUT UP!”
~The crowd in attendance cheers~
SYNN: “......you should be ashamed. Your blonde locks, your fake tits. That……..edible face….mmmm…..”
~WHO’RE looks very uncomfortable now~
SYNN: “You think that because of your looks, you can say whatever you want to whoever you want, whenever you want……..”
~The sides of her lip begin to snarl~
SYNN: “You think you look good? You are probably the most forgettable looking person I have ever seen. You look like Taylor Swift's dull cousin who strips her way through Devry University for an unaccredited associates degree in business. Candace Slow, and your stage name is Candi. Your tits are more tragic than the ending of Titanic. You are the reason blonde jokes are still a thing……”
~WHO’RE runs off, sobbing. SYNN turns back to the mic with a sick smile~
HOOD: She is standing up to the bullies of the OCW! She is defending the honor of that poor girl earlier who was getting bullied!
SMITH: You realize that was her, right? The girl earlier was her.
HOOD: She was being bullied, and SYNN saved her.
SMITH: Do you realize the magnitude of how crazy this is? She saved HERSELF from being bullied, but what has she done for anyone else around here?
HOOD: The hero we need, but didn’t ask for.
SMITH: I hate you.
~SYNN has the mic, and brings it to her mouth in an interview position~
SYNN: “.......so what that bleached blonde bimbo wanted to know earlier was how I felt about losing to Harmon Egan at the Pay Per View. Well, well, well…….I don’t think I lost. I GAVE Harmon the OPPORTUNITY to win that match, when I didn’t have to. For me, it was about teaching him a lesson, molding him, fixing him. Not accomplishing those things would be the true failure. BUT THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG! Oh yes….I’ve been harassing mister Egan all night long, letting him know he has eyes on his every breath. I came out of that match as the dominant force, fighting for good and showing the world just how quickly…..”
~She snaps her fingers~
SYNN: “....Harmon’s world can come crashing down around him. Apparently….I impressed the right people.”
~The crowd cheers as Marcus Welsh steps on screen~
Marcus Welsh: That’s right, SYNN. And while I would have preferred you WON the match...the message you sent was loud and clear. So, tonight...I’m going to give you a chance to continue to teach your lessons. Tonight, in the Craze Championship match…
~The fans lean forward, anxious~
Marcus Welsh: I am going to name you the SPECIAL REFEREE!
~Strong reaction from the fans~
SMITH: She’s the special referee in the upcoming Craze Title match between Harmon Egan and The Standard!
HOOD: Man, Welsh really hates B.O.B.
SMITH: She’s got a bad knee and a clear mission...tonight, she looks to continue to pursue that mission while protecting her injury. SYNN is the special referee in a championship match featuring the man she lost two one week ago and the man who has supplanted her as the #1 contender. What is going to happen? Lots, I’m sure...alright, let’s cut to another commercial break, when we return..it’s Craze Championship time!
~SYNN licks her lips with a sick smile as Massacre goes to commercial.~
Special Referee: SYNN
Harmon Egan (c) (14-0) vs. The Standard (5-1)
~Some wild, fun, and COLD action already making this the HOTTEST trip of the year! I mean, it’s still only February but this trip is going to be hard to top...or, at least until OCW’s next brainchild sets sail. Anyway! The fans inside the main hub of the PROUD AND STRONG are cheering because they know what’s next...it’s the beginning of TWO championship matches RIGHT HERE on Massacre! Belvedere is in the ring, he clears his throat before doing his thing~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for the OCW Craze Championship!!! This match is scheduled for one fall...and, it will feature a Special Guest Referee!
~Solid pop for the special ref announcement~
Belvedere: Introducing first...the special referee…
~YEN—Slipknot hits! The fans pop as the former #1 contender to the Craze Title, SYNN steps out from a hallway leading into the bowels of the ship. She’s wearing a PROUD AND STRONG ref shirt. Her paint and outfit appear as fresh as they did before her match earlier because, well, she didn’t have to do much to beat the fuckin Mail Man. Slowly, she makes her way toward the ring, still limping considerably on that knee...every now and then she allows a wince or a twitch to twist her face...but, for the most part, she plays the injury off like a pro~
Smith: SYNN as the special referee tonight. She was so close to capturing the Craze Title one week ago...I don’t think she’s quite ready to abandon the chase.
Hood: Those two fucked each other up, Smith. We know SYNN is still capable of competing at a certain level...but what about Harmon? Dude’s got a REAL challenger tonight.
Smith: Harmon Egan is the new #1 contender for the OCW Title. He’s undefeated. He never backs down from anything...but tonight, I’m afraid he may have bit off more than he can chew.
Hood: Quick question...if he’s eating a steak or something and all that chewing makes a sound...does that mean he can, ya know, kinda talk?
Smith: Shut up.
Belvedere: She is the former #1 contender to the OCW Craze Title...ladies and gentlemen, your special referee...SYNN!!
~SYNN slowly walks up the steps, definitely showing some limited mobility. She enters through the ropes and makes her way across the ring, turning her back to the ropes and leaning against them, keeping a maniacal focus on the entrance. A ‘SYNN’ chant breaks out because OCW loves them some crazy wrestlers~
Belvedere: And now, introducing the challenger…
~Grubby OCW fans rise in their seats trying to get a gander at what's next. More than next, a simple sensation has changed causing instant arousal in the females and wanting to imitate in the males. Ghost's Square Hammer hits the loudspeakers making every on-edge tender bit vibrate... simultaneously. You know the feeling. Black, white, and green smoke tunnels twist in a convergence at the entrance. Hearts in throats at the haunting vision we may witness. Cameramen sprint with handhelds to get the right shot for you at home. Everyone is on pins and fucking needles! Come out, already! A thunderous lightning strike hits the center!!! Standing in its wake... is Stan, The Standard of Professional Wrestling. Through the ambiance, we can see his face twitch, the ghost of his father possessing his every mannerism. What at first seems unsettling, starts becoming a beacon for understanding in the deeply flawed audience. Stan patiently walks down... making the exuberant anticipation level rise in the arena. Fans watch the man who just recently has dispatched OCW local Legends while figuring himself out a little bit along the way, too! He emerges fully with that crazy hyper-focused stare and a stern ready-for-business discernment in his lethally attractive stature. The bar for coolest walk to the ring- set! Achieved creepy undertones with weird ticks- got it! New threshold for coolest cat- check! Standard ready to drop hammers- you know it! Sliding into the ring- Stan glides as if governed by different gravity. Running post to post he gathers all the energy up to use against this conquest~
Belvedere: From Manhattan, New York...standing 6’4 and weighing in at 195lbs...he is...The Standard!!!
Smith: The Standard...the current Newcomer of the Month!
Hood: Had a badass January...looking to take that next step. And, well, steps don’t get any bigger than his opponent, the current Wrestler of the Month, Harmon Egan.
Smith: Indeed.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The fans all rise with anticipation. Stan looks over at SYNN...SYNN completely blocks him out, keeping her focus on the entrance and the emergence of her opponent from one week ago. A pair of black rimmed eyes open up on the main screen placed in the hub acting as the OCWTron. The area is bathed in white and the song starts its opening beats. When the song comes to its crescendo the white light is intermixed with violet whirling lights as the main screen shows shots of Harmony in action intermixed with flowing Rorshach inkblots. Harmony appears at the entrance and takes a breath. Corey stands at his side. Harmon makes his way to the ring. He’s taking things a little slower this week given the back issues he suffered at the hands of SYNN. His injuries aren’t as noticeable as SYNN’s, but it’s clear they are there. Egan heads up the stairs and enters the ring. He shoots the camera a confident smirk before handing his Craze Title over, ready for action. Corey remains outside the ring, keeping a very close watch on SYNN, who hasn’t taken her eyes off Harmon. Egan backs into a corner and looks at both SYNN and Stan~
Belvedere: From Parts Unknown...standing 5’10 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is the undefeated, undisputed OCW Craze Champion and the #1 Contender to the OCW Championship...he is Harmon Egan!!!!
~Egan, having handed the title over to Belvedere, is ready. SYNN, however, steps up and takes the title from Belvedere. Egan gets in SYNN’s face...SYNN smiles, lowering her head and putting her forehead against Egan’s...she stares up at him, he stares down at her...SYNN is still holding the championship. The crowd is on their feet, eager to see where this goes~
Smith: The tension remains. The scars, visible or not, remain from their battle.
Hood: I don’t know what kinda ref SYNN is gonna turn out to be
Smith: Does she even grasp the concept?
Hood: Only thing she knows how to grasp is, apparently, that Craze Title.
~Stan reaches in and he rips the Craze Title from SYNN! SYNN instantly turns, staring at Stan. Stan charges at SYNN with the title...SYNN ducks, hobbling away and Stan drills Egan with the belt!!! Egan falls to the mat, knocked silly. Corey looks on, incredulous...he points toward SYNN...SYNN smiles and slowly turns and calls for the bell...it rings and we’re underway~
Smith: No!
Hood: Belt shot, before the bell! Standard might have this!
~Showing that he’s no dummy, Standard tosses the belt aside and covers Egan! SYNN drops down for the count...the fans are quieted with shock and fear...SYNN’s hand hits the mat~
1!
2!
3...NO!
Smith: Shoulder up!
Hood: Gert derm...The Standard nearly ended Harmon’s reign in just about the most inappropriate manner!
Smith: Would’ve been the tragic end to a historic run.
~Egan remains stunned, avoiding the pin using instinct more than anything else. Stan tries to stay after him but Corey yells at Egan. Egan turns and rolls toward Corey’s voice, rolling out of the ring to safety. Stan gets to his feet and stands at the ropes, staring down at Egan. With Harmon safe, Corey looks into the ring and barks at SYNN for allowing that pin to take place. But SYNN just laughs. Nothing illegal about anything...she casually scoops the Craze Title off the mat...she stares into it and runs her tongue across the plate of the belt. Egan sees the former challenger defiling his belt and he hops up onto the apron, steps through the ropes and marches right at her~
Smith: Harmon has got to ignore SYNN as much as possible if he hopes to retain.
Hood: How can you ignore someone when they are LICKING your belt?
Smith: Easy, you just focus on the other person who is trying to take it.
~Before Egan can do anything about SYNN holding his belt, he receives a swift knee into the back! Instantly, Egan drops to a knee. The Standard lurks over him...he drills Egan in the back with a straight kick, sending the champion to the mat. SYNN tosses the Craze Title out of the ring where it’s collected by Belvedere. The fans aboard the ship boo Stan...but, he doesn’t care. This is all about one goal: Victory~
Smith: Stan targeting that back early on, using Egan’s aggression toward SYNN as a door toward success.
Hood: So much going on against Egan right now. This might be the night he loses.
Smith: The Wrestler of the Month taking on the Newcomer of the Month. A look at the present with, perhaps, a glimpse into the future.
~Despite the ailing back and vicious kicks Egan fights to get back to his feet, reaching all fours only to have Stan deliver a standing double axe handle right into the middle of his back. Egan flattens out on the canvas. SYNN looks on, not a hint of concern or guilt over Egan’s situation...then again, why should she feel either of those aforementioned emotions? Egan’s the one who opted into this thing. Stan drops an elbow across Egan’s back as more boos pour in from the fans. Stan sits atop the mat, looking around, hearing the boos...maybe even taken back a bit by how easy this all seems to be~
Smith: He’s in total control at this point.
Hood: Yea, but if he sits there and enjoys the ‘moment’ he’s gonna give Egan an opening. And, if there’s one thing you KNOW about Harmon Egan, that little dude ain’t gonna quit.
Smith: Nope. No quit in Harmony.
~Standard returns to his feet and he looks at SYNN. She turns her eyes up at the challenger, keeping her unpredictable gaze on him. He pulls Egan to his feet and violently whips him across the ring...Egan’s back SLAMS into the buckles...his legs give out and he falls to the mat. Stan then rushes in and leaps into the air, repeatedly slamming his body into Egan with a Bronco Buster! Each impact draws an increased volume of boos from the fans. Stan finally stops and points down at Egan, showing SYNN that THIS is how it’s done. SYNN hardly reacts~
Smith: I think he’s getting a little too comfortable in there, Hood.
Hood: Yea. It’s not like the finisher of the year in OCW wasn’t the Small Package, right? All Egan needs is a small opening and, well, he remains undefeated.
Smith: If Standard wants it, he needs to finish the job.
~Standard scoffs at SYNN’s lack of impression. He grabs Harmon by the hair and pulls him out of the corner...Egan suddenly fires up with some right hands!! Bam! BAM! BAM! He smacks Stan in the face! Stan stumbles back! The fans start to cheer! Egan delivers a vicious knife edged chop across Stan’s chest!! Stan leans backward. Egan reaches for him but Stan delivers a quick knee into Egan’s midsection, doubling the champion over. Stan then drives a forearm into Egan’s back, sending the champion back down to all fours as he reaches for is ailing back~
Smith: This isn’t good, Hood. Not just for tonight...but for the future. If this back injury lingers, it could cost Egan against the OCW Champion in March!
Hood: Bah, that’s like a million years away. He’ll be fine.
~The air in the arena is forced out alongside Standard’s shot to Egan’s back. SYNN dips down, getting a good, close look at Egan, as he’s on all fours. He slowly looks at her, via his peripheral to see the unhinged referee eyeing him. Before he can react, Stan snares Egan by the hair and he yanks him to his feet from behind...he then promptly slaps on an abdominal stretch...a move that focuses on the abdomen but doesn’t do the back any favors. Egan grimaces, wincing in pain. SYNN keeps staring at him...not really asking him if he wants to give it up, but definitely aware of the situation~
Smith: Stan showing a bit more focus right now...I think Egan’s sudden burst of offense caught him off guard.
Hood: Yea, woke him up a bit. Stay woke, Stan!
Smith: Interesting phrasing.
~The fans sense Egan’s danger. So, like the previous week at Decadence, they start to chant for the undefeated prodigy. “EGAN! EGAN! EGAN!” Corey looks around, nodding his head, he waves his hands in the air, getting some steam behind the chant. “EGAN! EGAN! EGAN!” Harmon’s focus returns...he grits his teeth and with all the strength he can muster he tosses Standard over with a hip toss! The fans go wild! SYNN stumbles back. Stan scurries to his feet only to get taken over with an arm drag! Stan scrambles back to his feet...another hip toss!! Stan stumbles to his feet...a third hip toss!! Stan remains down as Egan drops to a knee, reaching for his back, wincing. Corey slaps the mat, encouraging Egan to keep up the fight~
Smith: Let’s go Egan! Here we go, the Craze Champion showing that fighting spirit!
Hood: Shades of what happened last week.
Smith: You think SYNN is experiencing any PTSD?
Hood: I think SYNN is in a constant state of PTSD.
~Egan looks over to find The Standard slowly reaching his feet. SYNN hangs back, watching. Egan fights to his feet and meets The Standard with a picture perfect standing dropkick!!! The Standard falls back into a corner! The crowd goes wild! Egan hits the mat and reaches for his back, the pain shooting through his body...Corey slaps the mat, urging him on. Egan fights to his feet. The Standard stumbles out of the corner...Egan charges at the challenger...but The Standard catches him, spins him around and drops him across his knee with a Tilt-o-Whirl backbreaker!! The fans are gutted! Egan is down! Stan goes for the pin...SYNN is in there for the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
NO!
Smith: He got the shoulder up! I don’t know how, but he did!
Hood: Standard nearly broke the little guy in half. Fuckin hell.
Smith: And if anyone was concerned that SYNN might be partial...biased AGAINST Egan, that should show you all that she’s chaotic...but she’s neutrally chaotic.
Hood: Whatever the fuck that means.
~Corey leans on the apron, relieved. Stan gets to one knee and he glares at SYNN. SYNN just glares right back, not willing to put up with any of his shit. Stan starts to move toward SYNN but SYNN gives him a warning. Stan pauses. He stops. He turns his focus back toward Egan. Corey looks on, trying to get Egan to fire up. But Egan remains down. Stan pulls Egan off the mat...Egan has trouble standing...Stan then slings Egan into SYNN’s knee!! SYNN goes down, clutching her knee! Egan hits the mat! The fans BOOOO! Corey hops onto the apron, pissed. Stan turns toward Corey~
Smith: He just threw Harmon right into SYNN’s injured knee!
Hood: Haha, that’s so great.
Smith: I know he thinks he’s slick but we ALL know what his intent was there.
Hood: It’s not his fault Egan has worse coordination than a dude that’s downed an entire bottle of jager.
~Stan reaches out, grabbing Corey by the throat. But, he underestimates Corey’s strength and athletic competence. Corey, still on the apron, slaps Stan’s hand away and he delivers a MONGOLIAN chop into Stan’s neck, paralyzing the challenger for a moment as he backs up, frozen. Corey is about to step into the ring when he suddenly vanishes! The crowd boos! Corey’s face SLAMS into the apron and he’s down, holding his face in pain. Standing over him is Steffin the Savant! MORE BOOS~
Smith: Who is THAT?
Hood: That’s Steffin the Savant! I was wondering if he’d show up.
Smith: Great. So this guy just wanders down here and interjects himself into the match.
Hood: What are you bitching about? Corey’s been down there this entire time. Steffin is just evening out the odds.
~With Corey down, Steffin looks up and nods Stan’s way. Stan raises his hand...as does Steffin. The HAMMER of HADES. A symbol of solidarity. Steffin then reveals the actual Hammer of Hades and he slides it into the corner of his client. Stan sees it, knows it’s there, but returns his focus toward Egan. Standard gets Egan on his feet before chopping his legs out with a basement dropkick!! Egan falls to all fours. Standard returns to his feet, he leaps up and drives both feet into Egan’s back with a double foot stomp! Egan is down, motionless. Standard kicks him over and he goes for the pin~
Smith: SYNN is still nursing her knee.
Hood: Make the count, bitch! Let’s go!
Smith: She can’t! And, you know why? Because Standard thought it would be funny if he threw Egan into her knee. KARMA
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Stan leaves Egan and he grabs SYNN, yanking her to her feet. He gets in her face...she fires back, pointing out she should DQ him for what he did to her knee. He doesn’t want to hear it, continuing to get in her face...so she responds by licking his face, which shocks him...she then spits in his eye!!! He’s stunned! He stumbles back and Egan rolls him up!!! SYNN slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
NO!
Smith: He kicked out! BARELY
Hood: Shit. Now might be the time to use that hammer, bro.
Smith: He’s GOT to stay focused on Harmon. All these distractions aren’t doing him any favors.
~Egan fires up. He continues to favor his back. Stan returns to his feet...SYNN remains on all fours, slowly slithering out of the way. Stan reaches for Egan, who is on one knee, Egan fights him off and starts to punch Stan in the face...over and over and over!!! Standard is reeling!! He stumbles into a corner. Egan whips him out of the corner...Standard reverses. Egan runs into the opposite corner with Standard running behind him...Egan stops short, grabs the ropes and jumps up, leaping over Standard, causing him to slam front first into the buckles. Standard stumbles back and Egan throws a number of knees and leg strikes into Standards back and kidneys. He falls to one knee...Egan takes a few steps back before running ahead and hitting Standard with a knee to the back of the head!!! Standard falls over...the fans are going wild! “EGAN! EGAN! EGAN!” The undefeated prodigy is down, reaching for his back, trying to find the strength to continue riding this wave of momentum~
Smith: C’mon, Harmon! This is your chance!
Hood: Yea, if he lets this go and Standard gets back in charge...well, I think it’s curtains for Harmony.
~Stan gets to all fours, holding his head. Egan breathes heavily, sucking down some wind. He looks over and sees Corey, who is leaning over the apron, holding the back of his head...Corey nods at Egan, a show of support. Egan nods back. Egan fights to his feet. Stan does the same. Stan throws a right hand but Egan blocks it and he leans in with a headbutt into Standard’s collar bone. Stan stumbles back and leans forward. Egan locks in a clinch and throws knee after knee, into Stan’s midsection...he then tries to land a flush knee into Stan’s face...an almost certain knock out blow...the fans are going wild...Stan’s doing everything he can to keep from getting KO’d. Finally, realizing he’s teetering on the edge of defeat, he wraps his arms around Egan’s body with a bearhug!!! Egan grimaces...the pain in his back running wild...but he can’t give in. He won’t give in. He claps his hands around Standard’s head, sending his ears ringing! Stan stumbles backward, releasing the hold, shaking his head~
Smith: C’mon, Harmon!
Hood: Stay after him, Stan! You’ve got this littler fucker on the ropes!
~Stan shakes it off and goes back after Egan only to receives a spinning heel kick!!! He falls into his corner! The fans are on their feet! Egan drops to one knee, every move shakes his wounded back, causing him to delay. Steffin hands Stan the Hammer of Hades while he lays in the corner. Egan doesn’t see it. Neither does Corey. Holding the Hammer, Stan receives a rush of energy, getting to his feet~
Smith: Egan, look out!
Hood: Break his back!
~Stan heads toward Egan. He reaches back with the Hammer...Egan looks up, finally realizing what’s going on. Corey tries to get into the ring...but he doesn’t have enough time. Stan is about to send the hammer crashing into Egan’s skull when SYNN steps in and rips the hammer away!!! The fans go wild! She tosses the hammer out of the ring...Steffin scrambles to catch it. Standard is furious...he goes after SYNN...she hobbles back~
Smith: SYNN just saved Egan!
Hood: Yea, but who’s going to save her?
~Egan crawls forward and he takes Stan down with a roll up!! But he doesn’t hold for the pin, instead he smoothly transitions into Mundi Comedentis!!! Grabbing the leg, Egan’s got it locked in!! Stan is center of the ring, writhing in pain. He slaps the mat, trying to get Steffin’s attention, begging for the Hammer of Hades so he can hit Egan with it...but SYNN calls for the bell, seeing his hand hit the mat on consecutive occasions!! The fans go wild!!!~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner...AND STILL OCW CRAZE CHAMPION...HARMON EGAN!!!!!
~Egan immediately releases the hold and crawls into a corner. Corey rushes to grab his Craze Title, knowing he needs to help his client get out of harm’s way ASAP. SYNN leans into a corner, reaching for her knee. Stan sits on the mat like, “WTF just happened” He holds his leg cause Egan’s hold is extremely dangerous and effective. Steffin gets into the ring, holding the Hammer of Hades. Stan looks over at SYNN...he yells he didn’t tap out. SYNN just glares back at him~
Smith: SYNN called the bell! Stan slapped the mat and she made the decision that he was quitting!
Hood: He wasn’t! He was calling for the Hammer of Hades!
Smith: Yea, well, that’s not how SYNN saw it.
Hood: She just fucked him over!
~Steffin helps Stan up and gives him the Hammer. He looks at SYNN but Steffin directs his fury over toward Egan. Egan, prone in the corner, looks up. Stan heads his way, holding the hammer. Corey hits the ring! The fans go wild! Corey stands between Egan and his two would-be attackers. Corey’s got the Craze Title as his weapon~
Smith: There you go, Corey!
Hood: Lay him out...he’s not even an OCW original. He did all his shit in some other fed. Get him off OCW TV!
Smith: Rude! Corey’s awesome!
~Egan rises, standing next to Corey! The place goes wild! We’ve got a stand off...until Thomas the Threshold hits the ring! He stands with Steffin and The Standard...all three members of Veni, Vidi, Veci...the fans quiet. This doesn’t look good for Corey and Egan~
Smith: Uh oh.
Hood: That is one menacing group, Smith.
Smith: Indeed.
~Corey and Egan look to be outnumbered and in trouble until SYNN returns to the ring with two chairs! She’s holding one and she gives the other to Harmon! The fans GO WILD!! Standard and Thomas are undeterred, ready to battle...but Steffin holds them back. He talks them down. Slowly, he gets the two warriors to exit the ring...there’ll be a better time, a more advantageous place...they exit, keeping their eyes on the trio in the ring~
Smith: Steffin choosing to pick his spot. Tonight was not the night to wage war with those three.
Hood: He knows what he’s doing. That group is vicious, man. They are going to cause a lot of havoc in OCW.
Smith: Yep. Thank goodness SYNN was there...otherwise, I don’t know. I think Corey and Harmon were in big trouble.
~Corey leans back in the corner, holding the Craze Title. Harmon turns to SYNN. She looks up at Harmon. Both holding their chairs. The unpredictable nature of SYNN keeps Harmon from dropping his chair. SYNN drops the chair to a huge ovation before exiting the ring, gingerly. Harmon drops his chair before hitting a knee and reaching for his back. Corey then drapes the Craze Title over his client. He, too, hits a knee to console and help the injured Egan. Dueling chants for ‘SYNN’ and ‘Egan’ emanate from the PROUD AND STRONG crowd~