LIVE! March 6th 2023
IN Key West Florida
LIVE from the OCW Arena
THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS
Smith: Hood! It’s Vhodka Black!
Hood: Vhodka? ON THE ROCKS!
Smith: Yes, that’s her finishing move.
Hood: Huh? I’m just ordering a drink over here.
APPROXIMATELY 30 MIN LATER
Smith: OH MY GOSH
Hood: NO FUCKIN WAY
Smith: It’s THE MARVEL! Matt Meyhu is back!
Hood: Well, there goes the competition. It’s LIME TYME, Baby!!
APPROXIMATELY 40 MIN LATER
Smith: Plethora has broken into THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS!
Hood: THE POWER OF THE WIND!
Smith: He’s going to try and destroy PIC!
Hood: Champ wasn’t expecting this. Good luck, PIC.
APPROXIMATELY 30 MIN LATER
Smith: They know it. We know it. PIC’s getting destroyed up above them. They need to take the deal!
Hood: Yea, especially since Vhodka has proven to be every bit the competitor Meyhu is. Take the deal, Meyhu! Take it!
Smith: ...Yes! They have agreed to take the deal! Matt Meyhu and Vhodka Black are heading up to the 7th and final tier to save PIC and, potentially, win THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS!
APPROXIMATELY 30 MIN LATER
Smith: What can these three do? Plethora is dominating. There’s simply no hope.
Hood: PIC, Meyhu, Vhodka...all come at him and all get sent packing. Get their shit pushed right back in their face. Plethora has transcended. True evil lurks in that Illuminatus and it will not be stopped.
APPROXIMATELY 20 MIN LATER
Smith: Plethora is down! Meyhu has the title! What’s he going to do?
Hood: Hit PIC with the belt, c’mon!
Smith: Vhodka’s watching him, Hood. Does he know it? She’s gonna pounce on him if he does what we all expect him to do.
Hood: Blah, just do it! This is YOUR night, Meyhu! Do what’s in your nature…
Smith: He’s helping PIC up! What a moment! Look at this, Hood! Meyhu is handing the title over to PIC and proving his loyalty.
Hood: Ugh.
Smith: And there’s Vhodka joining them. These three have each other’s back and they are going to see this through until Plethora is vanquished.
Hood: Can’t believe what I’m seeing. I gotta find me a new favorite.
Smith: PIC and Vhodka now know they can trust Meyhu. He’s passed the test.
APPROXIMATELY 15 MIN LATER
Smith: Meyhu is down!
Hood: NO
Smith: But that’s okay because Vhodka and PIC are doing the work for him! They have Plethora on the ropes! He’s about to fall!
Hood: All while Meyhu watches. Damn...you know that’s gotta make him wonder...wonder if he can beat them.
Smith: They do look great. They have all night long.
APPROXIMATELY 5 MIN LATER
Smith: They’ve taken Plethora out! Now they’re calling Meyhu over to help get rid of him!
Hood: I wouldn’t. Fuck, let em tire themselves out.
Smith: And there he goes! Meyhu’s part of the team! Once they get Plethora out of here it’ll be a three way match between three of the most talented competitors this history has EVER seen.
Hood: Bah!
APPROXIMATELY 1 MINUTE LATEER
Smith: Plethora is gone! PIC and Vhodka are celebrating, and rightly so.
Hood: Makes me…
Smith: OH NO!
Hood: YES!
~A shot of Meyhu...in black and white, still images, blasting Vhodka and PIC in the head with the OCW Title. Then a shot of Meyhu dragging PIC into the ring. Then a shot of Meyhu pinning PIC with Scruff making the count. And, it all ends with a shot of Meyhu, black and white, holding the OCW Title high with PIC and Vhodka down, nursing belt shots~
Smith: I can’t believe this! After all that he turned on them!
Hood: He had to, Smith. He’s a winner. And the ONLY way he knew he could GUARANTEE victory was, well, the path he chose. That’s what winners do.
Smith: This makes me sick!
~One final image of Meyhu exiting THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS with the OCW Title as PIC and Vhodka are down. We hold. Hold...and hold. The image shakes a bit as we transition from a video feed to the LIVE feed inside Key West! BOOOOOOS blast out from our speakers. The fans have just watched the very same intro and are booing their hate out! BOOOO! BOOO! BOOO! We pan the crowd. The fans are angry. They are furious. They are FUCKING pissed. We see signs. Signs that read “Vhodka is MY champ!” signs that read “PIC remains unpinned!” another that reads “PIC=THE REAL CHAMP!” more signs “Plethora needs a horror franchise” “Vhodka was SCREWED!” “FUCK MEYHU!!!” And then...it hits...~
ANTARCTICA
FEBRUARY 26TH, 2023
~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!~
Smith: Oh boy.
Hood: Nuclear.
Smith: Hello folks and welcome to Monday Night Massacre where, well, we’re apparently kicking things off with The Champion.
~Matt Meyhu steps out behind the curtain, OCW Title over his shoulder. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Meyhu pauses, looking around. There’s something different about the champ. The younger Meyhu would relish in the hate. He’d encourage it. He’d bask in its vitriol. But this Meyhu? This Meyhu looks...bothered? Perturbed~
Smith: He looks ashamed and he should be!
Hood: Eh, I wouldn’t call it ashamed. I just think a conquering hero expects, ya know, a little respect.
Smith: He cheated his way to the top...after earning the loyalty of two of the greatest wrestlers...greatest PEOPLE in this game.
Hood: So? He’s not, like, marrying them. He’s competing against them. I seriously don’t see the crime here.
~Meyhu’s hands find his hips. He looks out, listening to the boos. They don’t subside. Not even close. Instead, they get ratcheted up into “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” Meyhu sighs and shakes his head...he then begins the march down the ramp with fans screaming obscenities at him. Trash is hurled in his direction. It’s chaotic. Riotous, even~
Smith: We haven’t seen hate like this since…
Hood: Since rumors spread that Josie Barnes was going to return!
Smith: Be serious!
Hood: I am...that is a terrifying notion.
~Meyhu enters the ring and poses with the belt for a moment, doing his best to embrace the moment. He grabs onto a microphone and waits a few moments for the boos to quiet down before testing the waters.~
Matt Meyhu: Honey, I’m home!...
~BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!~
Matt Meyhu: In my mind, that was gonna get a few chuckles… I know, I know. I get it. You’re mad that I took off three and a half years ago, right? Look, I just needed a little fresh air, you know? And then, a few minutes turned into a few weeks, weeks turned into months… Next thing you know, nearly four years have gone by. That’s on me. I can admit that. My bad!
Smith: I don’t think that’s the issue here, champ.
Matt Meyhu: It was just something that had to be done. For me. For OCW. For all of you… We needed some time apart… Now, trust me, I haven’t just been sitting on the couch, forming a dad bod in my absence. I’ve stayed ready for this moment, just in case. I wasn’t sure when I’d be back… Or if I’d be welcomed back. But I knew the moment would come that I would try to come back. Because let's be honest… This is what I do. This is who I am. My name is synonymous with greatness! Professional wrestling simply isn’t the same without ‘The Marvel’ Matt Meyhu. It needed me back.
Hood: So did I, champ!
Matt Meyhu: Well, I’m back, and I’m ready to make it up to you! I plan to right the ship here. Be the champion you deserve. Make up for lost time. And I’d say I got off to a pretty damn good start in THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS, don’t you think? Coming out on top of that was no easy feat. That field was something special! It felt like every top talent in the business was there. My old buddy TIO was there! And then, shit hit the fan. I mean, we were facing a real threat in there! Plethora was running wild, completely unchecked. Somebody needed to do something. It was going to take a heroic effort to bring that man down… And that’s exactly what happened. It took the likes of… Vhodka Black!
~WOOOOOOOO! The fans start cheering for Vhodka Black, going wild!~
Matt Meyhu: ..PIC!
~The crowd gets even louder, cheering for their former champion!~
Matt Meyhu: AND Matt Meyhu! Three heroes! Joining forces!
~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!~
Matt Meyhu: Listen up, like it or not, that’s what it took! The situation required all three of us to get the job done. They would have been lost without me. And I don’t think I would have stood a chance without them. It was really… A… Team effort…
Smith: That one hurt to get out.
Hood: It takes a strong man!
Matt Meyhu: Once the threat had been neutralized, it was time for the Avengers to turn on each other… And I did what I had to do. Somebody had to win. It was a match for the OCW championship, give me a break here! There can only be one… I left as the FACE of this place. I deserve to be that one. Say what you will about me, love me or hate me, one thing is for sure. I specialize in making sure that I am THE one.
~The fans make their choice ‘HATE! HATE! HATE!’ Meyhu shakes his head. There’s no getting through to these people. But, he has caught the ear of someone…someone very important. “Obsession” by Animotion hits! The ‘HATE’ chants turn into more boos. Marcus Welsh has arrived! Marching through the curtain, mic in hand…he stuffs the mic under his arm and claps…all the way down the ramp. Welsh, showing more athleticism than he usually does, slides in under the bottom rope, popping to his feet~
Smith: Well, he’s in a good mood.
Hood: Of course he is…Meyhu’s his boy! That’s the man he built his entire vision around.
~Meyhu motions for the music to cut. He walks around The Marvel a few times, taking a long look at the new OCW Champion~
Marcus Welsh: Champ!
~BOOOOOO. Welsh might as well be deaf. The boos have zero impact on him~
Marcus Welsh: You did it! I mean, I knew you COULD. But I wasn’t sure you would. That was a hellacious field in there. You fought former OCW Champions. Hall of Famers. Current champions. Legends. You. Fought. Them. All. And you did exactly what I always have known you’re capable of…you put them all down, one-by-one.
~More boos~
Smith: A little bit of an overstatement. Meyhu really only legitimately pinned one person. His former stablemate.
Hood: Oh that’s some anti-Meyhu bullshit if I ever heard it! He definitely pinned PIC…we just saw the clip!
Smith: I said legitimately!
Hood: Every pin that fuckin pyramid of death was legit you moron.
Marcus Welsh: Way back in the year 2017. I had only been in charge of this place a few months. The OCW Title was bouncing around…Alice Knight, PerZag, MJ Bell…and then, Vacant. The promotion was very in need of a leader. A true OCW Champion. So I scoured the names…I searched every promotion, trying to find the absolute BEST this business had to offer…and, I found you.
Smith: I think TIO found him. But whatever.
Hood: Hey, Welsh signed him!
Marcus Welsh: You came in here and you did exactly what you were hired to do. You put on a clinic. You took things to the next level. You made OCW a promotion the very best wanted to enter so that they could take their aim at The Marvel. You opened the door for Paul Paras to return. You opened the door for Mike Best to sign with OCW. You opened the door for Aidan Collins. It was because of YOU that OCW went from homegrown, wild ass talents into a promotion where the best wrestlers in the history of this industry came to compete. Why? Because they knew, based on your example that if you make it to the top of OCW, you’ve made it to the top of pro wrestling
~Meyhu is like, “I mean, that sounds fair.” But the fans boo. Meyhu responds by looking out at the fans~
Marcus Welsh: And these people can boo all they want. Let them. What do they know? They’d book Zeus as champion if I let them. I mean, have you ever watched a minute of Outsiders? Have you SEEN these other feds that attempt to compare themselves to us? It’s a joke. We are who we are because of you. Dean had Syren. Allen had Royale. And, well, the Welsh era has Meyhu.
~More boos. Meyhu shrugs.~
Matt Meyhu: Well, you’re not wrong. And Marcus, I gotta say, it’s great to see a friendly face out here! This is the welcome I expected after my triumph… Bring it in!
~The two men share a quick hug in the middle of the ring, much to the disgust of the fans in attendance, and Smith.~
Smith: I’m disgusted.
Matt Meyhu: I appreciate all you just said. It was a pleasure to be that leader around here for a couple of years. To be the face of the greatest era in the history of this business! The gateway to so many other stars stepping foot inside this very ring. And it’s going to be a pleasure to do it all again, I assure you…
~Meyhu pauses for a moment and looks across the ring at Welsh.~
Matt Meyhu: …But still, as far as the fans go… I want this time to be a little different. I’ve put it all on the line for this company time after time. It goes beyond your run of the mill wrestling matches. Iron man matches. Battling the elements. All of these crazy contraptions you come up with. We go above and beyond here… I go above and beyond! The least these people could do is cheer for me when I do something amazing. And becoming a three-time OCW champion is pretty damn amazing!
~Meyhu puts his arms out to his side, hoping to finally feel the warm embrace of the fans. He does not receive it.~
Matt Meyhu: Okay. We’ll work on it. But remember what I said! I always achieve my goals. I will be the one!
Marcus Welsh: Don’t worry about it, champ. These…people…
~Welsh says people with more than a little disdain~
Marcus Welsh: They don’t know what’s good for them. But I do. So, here’s to another year long reign of The Marvel atop OCW!
~The fans stir. They start to chant “Egan! Egan! Egan!” Welsh looks around…once he picks up on the chant, he works to shut it down~
Marcus Welsh: Oh please. You’re cheering for THAT guy? C’mon. Egan was fun during the fall when Strader was running things. He got lucky and earned an OCW Title shot WHICH he’s getting in a few weeks. But that’s it. You can’t build a company around Egan. You build a company around this man, right here. ‘The Marve’l Matt Meyhu.
~Flattered, Meyhu grins at the compliment from Welsh.~
Matt Meyhu: Again, thank you. That means a lot! But hey, I wouldn't sell Egan short! I know I won't! I know a threat to this title reign when I-
~Welsh makes a slashing motion across his throat and Meyhu's mic cuts out. The champion taps the mic a couple times in an attempt to wake it back up. Welsh slips through the ropes and down to the floor. He urges Meyhu to follow.~
Smith: Interesting interaction there between our GM and champion. Back in 2017 Marcus Welsh hired Matt Meyhu to be the face of OCW. To lead OCW out of darkness and into prosperity...and, well, Meyhu did just that. He captured the OCW Title and held it STRONG AND PROUD until Paul Paras usurped him in 2019.
Hood: Ah, glorious.
Smith: Now...with B.O.B. lurking around every corner. Outsiders looking to take shots at the current roster. Uncertainty in the air, Welsh once again turns to what he knows, what he trusts...Matt Meyhu. The man he feels will see them through this new ‘growing’ phase. BUT…
Hood: But?!
Smith: BUT, Meyhu seems different. He seems changed. He seems apprehensive to dive straight in, like he did before. The old Meyhu would lean into this and expect Welsh to do everything in his power to keep Egan down. But this new Meyhu? I don’t know. He seems eager for a fair and competitive fight.
Hood: Hey, let’s not forget. Meyhu blasted both PIC and Vhodka in the face with the OCW Title when they thought he had their back. The CHAMP is still there.
Smith: I’m just saying, some issues could arise. This is a different Matt Meyhu...the man continues to evolve right before our very eyes. And, well, that might be necessary as he’s got Harmon Egan in three weeks and Egan is every bit the talent Meyhu is and once was.
Hood: Well, Egan had better nut up. Man up if he wants to hang with the Marvel.
Smith: No doubt Egan’s got some plans of his own. He didn’t go unbeaten for six months by accident. That match should be an early contender for match of the year. Anyway, we’re off to a hot start here on Monday Night Massacre! Stick around as the fallout from THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS continues!
Smith: “Coming off the heels of one of the greatest Illuminatus Pay Per Views of all time, Live on OCW TV we bring you………Massacre!”
Hood: “The best thing about Monday’s, Smith, and boy do we have a jam packed show tonight. But I gotta ask before this shindig gets crackin’, do you know anything about the big purple stretch Escalade that was in the parking garage earlier?”
Smith: “I saw it, for sure, but I cannot tell you who it may be. I don’t know!”
Hood: “I gotta find out, that thing is FRESH!”
~Just then, the lights go off in the arena. Purple and white smoke begins to billow from the entrance way and down the ramp~
Smith: “I don’t think we are going to have to wait very long to find out!”
~The crowd roars as XWF Television Champion JENNY MYST walks out onto the ramp, her title over her shoulder~
Smith: “OH…..MY…..GOD!”
~Jenny looks around at the OCW crowd, which is on their feet for the XWF Legend~
Hood: “What the HELL is SHE doing here?!”
~Jenny walks down the ramp and towards the ring. She smiles as the grabs a mic from a ringside attendant~
Smith: “I think the champ has something to say!”
Hood: “She isn’t under contract, Smith! She isn’t an OCW original. She can’t be here for any good reason other than to stir shit up in the wake of recent events!”
~Jenny stands in the middle of the ring and soaks up the adoration from the crowd who until this point had only ever seen her on television. Ironically, she shifts the Television Title on her shoulder and brings the mic to her lips~
JENNY: “Some of you may know me, some of you may not. If you have watched XWF Television any time from 2017-last week, you’ll know exactly who I am……”
~The crowd roars again~
Smith: “The longest reigning Shooting Star Champion of all time. Two time Bombshell Champ, three time X-Treme champ, three time TV champ. We get it, she’s highly decorated over there, but what is SHE doing HERE?”
Jenny: “.......Marcus Welsh has invited me to come onto the flagship broadcast for OCW. He wanted to shake things up, and for those of you who know me that is kind of my specialty.”
~The crowd is electric, they won’t even let her get a sentence out~
“FUCK IT UP, FUCK IT UP, FUCK IT UP.”
~She smiles~
JENNY: “My entire career has been spent in XWF, from the moment the ink dried. Unlike most ‘superstars’ today, I haven’t been floating from company to company trying to hold on to any small shred of pride, hoping my accomplishments of the past would be enough to get me by. Time and time again, the accomplishments and accolades of my opponents in OTHER COMPANIES would be held over my head, like, if I was truly good enough, I would prove it on foreign soil. I never had any interest. In my mind, the XWF was the creme of the crop. If I could make it there, I could make it anywhere!”
~She shrugs~
JENNY: “I mean, there was that brief stint in SEE. And a few months in RLF……but hey, we all make mistakes!”
Smith: “Yeah, like coming on this show!”
Hood: “I wanna know where she got that purple Escalade!”
JENNY: “......My point is, I have been loyal to the XWF for seven years. Eight, if you count my managerial duties. How have I been repaid for my loyalty? I have had the deck stacked against me continuously, been thrown into gimmick matches, been the butt of jokes and promo punchlines, screwed left and right. I didn’t have the benefit of being “on the inside”, and it made life a lot harder for me. As you may all have seen, after some questionable circumstances surrounding the end of my X-Treme title reign, I got myself disqualified from the March Madness Tournament they hold every year by folding a chair over the skull of that useless alsoran Noah Jackson. As far as anyone was concerned, I was done. I had no title obligations, I was on a month-to-month contract, and inside my heart of hearts I thought I was done. My dream was over, my career was nothing more than a nostalgic memory of the best–and worst–times of my life.”
~The crowd began to chant~
“COME HERE JEN, COME HERE JEN, COME HERE JEN.”
~Jenny smiled again~
JENNY: “As a consolation prize I was hastily booked into a match for this here Television Title against everyone’s favorite antagonist, ‘Chronic’ Chris Page."
~The crowd boos~
JENNY: “Exactly. Anyway. It was just another mountain for me to climb. I did what nobody thought I could do and I slayed the legendary Centurion to win it the first time. Chris Page is god-tier, like him, so this should have been another god-tier challenge, right? Well, take a look at what happened……..”
~She turns to the video board, where clips from her match on Weekend Warfare began to play~
Smith: “How the hell did she get XWF material on the OCW video board? Who approved this?! Which production truck stooge needs to be fired?!”
Hood: “I don’t ask those questions. Just do what the rest of us are doing, shut up and watch!”
The video then skips, as if it has been edited.
Page grabs a handful of hair and goes to whip her into the ringpost but she reverses, grabbing his arm. Ducking underneath she puts him on her shoulders!
Distorted voice: OH MY GOD! HOW IN THE HELL DID SHE GET PAGE UP!
BACK BODY DROP ONTO THE ENTRANCE RAMP!
OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH from the crowd.
He picks her up for a powerslam, but she slides behind, wrapping her arms around his waist. He walks forward, and grabs the ropes. She is still holding on. He shakes, she won’t let go. He goes for that back elbow again, she moves her head. He uses her base of gravity leverage and pulls. He begins to wobble. She is able to pull through and roll him up. Small package.
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Page pops out.
Jenny hits a basement drop kick, putting the legend on his back. She covers again, quick.....
The video skips to a later part of the match.
She looks towards the turnbuckle. The crowd begins to cheer. Jenny drops the knees onto Page, then comes off the ropes with the knees again with INSULT to INJURY. Just to make sure he stays down, she comes off the ropes and drops an elbow. Now she climbs to the top rope, catching her balance.
DISTORTED VOICE: She’s going for Identity Crisis here….the rounding moonsault she used to called Twisted Myst! She put a lot of people away with this very move!
SECOND VOICE: She retained her X-title at Snow Job with this move!
Myst makes the crush motion with her hand and then jumps.
Jenny smiles back, and headbuts Page! He lets go.
She quickly pulls the pepper spray can from her bra. She sprays. Page ducks, and she blinds the ref!
Page turns for a split second to look at the ref, who is flailing with a red face. He turns around.
Kick to the midsection.
She bends him backwards.
MYST OPPORTUNITIES (sister abigail!)
It skips again to Myst making the cover
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The crowd pops as she rolls out of the ring. Chris Page pops up, a stunned look on his face!
A distorted voice, due to copyright reasons, is heard over thr broadcast: She did it, (beeep)! Against all odds, Jenny Myst did it!
She rolls out of the ring and snatches the title belt! She falls down to a sitting position against the barricade, clutching it to her. Page is arguing with the blinded ref in the ring, who didn’t see what happened!
Jenny makes her way up the ramp, battered and worse for wear, backing up with the title. She holds it over her head.
~The camera comes back on to her smiling in the ring~
Smith: I am pretty sure that is NOT how it happened! All we saw there were Myst highlights of what I am told was a fantastic matchup! That was clearly edited!
Hood: I don’t know man. What we saw was Chris Page take an ass kicking.
Smith: She clearly edited that package to make him look back. This is deplorable! But I expect nothing less from her, given her ‘reputation’.
JENNY: “You can see why Marcus has been in my DM’s as of late. He has been damn near begging me to come to OCW, to turn it on its ear, to improve the talent pool, to—”
~She brings the mic down as the crowd is still hot~
JENNY: “--improve the OCW. To bring a little extreme to this watered down promotion. He has been asking me to compete on Massacre INSTEAD of Warfare, and opened his checkbook rather nicely.”
~The crowd begins to chant again~
“PAY HER MORE, PAY HER MORE, PAY HER MORE!”
~She smiles again~
JENNY: “The PROUD and STRONG are loud tonight, huh?!”
~The go crazy~
JENNY: “That’s what happens when you have a show in the same damn place every week…….you have nothing else to do but come and watch this crap every week, hoping for someone like me to come along and make your ticket prices worth it.”
~They begin to shift their cheers to jeers now~
JENNY: “I have traveled around the country…hell, around the world…..with XWF. Now he wants me to wrestle in The Florida Keys every goddamn week? Or go to Antarctica whenever he feels like it? Marcus knows that you NEED me to help the ratings, to keep this place afloat, and to give you all a champion that isn’t a Great Value version of what we have in a REAL fed, like XWF…..”
“BRING IT HERE, BRING IT HERE, BRING IT HERE”
JENNY: “Oh yes, he asked me to bring the XWF Television Title here. He asked me to swap it, to trade it in, for any OCW title I want and since the Television Title in XWF is about equal to what you consider a world title here……..”
Smith: “This is getting more and more disgusting as it goes…..when is someone gonna cut her mic!”
JENNY: “.....but I am not going to do that. No. You need to EARN my presence, and I don’t think there is a single member of this roster crazy enough to challenge The Queen of X-Treme…..”
~The crowd POPS LIKE CRAZY as the number one contender in the OCW walks out onto the ramp~
Smith: “HERE. SHE. COMES.”
~SYNN walks out onto the ramp with her zombie like demeanor, cocking her head to the side as she stares at the foreign champion in HER OCW ring~
Smith: "BAD KNEE AND ALL, SYNN IS COMING, YOU GOTTA BELIEVE, FOR A FIGHT!"
~Jenny looks annoyed in the ring, like who is this painted loser interrupting HER speech?~
~Synn limps slowly to the ring.~
Hood: “I’ll be honest, this chick creeps me out.”
Smith: “Yeah, me too. But she is OCW original. She is here, you gotta believe, to cleanse the Queen of her sins! Get those XWFers out of here!”
~Synn slithers into the ring, and pops up right in front of Jenny. She cocks her head, looking at her with hungry eyes~
~SYNN and MYST are face to face. You can cut the tension with a knife. SYNN snarls her lip into a demented smile. She leans in and begins to sniff Myst, who looks appalled. She twitches her nose, as she moves to Myst’s hair and then down her neck. Jenny steps back, her face crinkled in disgust. SYNN then looks at the TV title over her shoulder. Her tongue sticks out, and she bites it. Her eyes go wide. Jenny looks down at the title, then at SYNN, and shakes her head~
~She steps back, SYNN steps towards her~
Smith: “This lunatic……she isn’t…..she doesn’t plan to…..she wants to cash in her OH SHIT title shot on the XWF TELEVISION TITLE?!”
~SYNN nods her head, and points at the title on Jenny’s shoulder. Jenny, with a cocky smirk, holds the belt up next to her head and steps towards SYNN. The two are nose to nose, and the crowd can’t get enough~
~With a sick grin, SYNN extends her tongue out and LICKS the TV title belt! Jenny pulls it back, horrified. She looks at it, turning her back to SYNN while she frantically tries to wipe it off~
Hood: “Crazy bitch just LICKED the belt.”
Smith: “I saw.”
~Jenny’s face turns into a snarl. She turns in a flash and goes to hit SYNN in the head with the title belt, but the painted demon ducks. Jenny stops short and turns around~
SPINEBUSTER!!!!!
~Jenny hits the mat. The belt drops out of her hand. She rolls out of the ring, to the mat below, incensed! SYNN steps over and picks up the belt, holding it over her head.~
JENNY: “NO! THAT’S MY TITLE! YOU CRAZY BITCH!”
~Jenny is yelling from the outside of the ring~
Smith: “SYNN HAS THE TITLE! SYNN HAS THE TITLE! HER FIRST TASTE OF GOLD AND IT'S NOT EVEN FROM THIS PROMOTION!
Hood: “Does that count as a cash-in?”
Smith: “No sir! But it's certainly a shot in the arm for OCW!”
~Jenny is on the edge of the ramp. SYNN looks at the title, licks it, and sets it down under the ropes on the edge of the ring, daring Myst to come get it! She approaches cautiously, and grabs the title, snatching it quick and pressing it to her chest. She backs up the ramp as SYNN stands in the ring, head cocked, staring at the blonde outsider~
Smith: SYNN has come to the aid of OCW, but she may have just pissed off a very powerful adversary.
Hood: And one who may just be as bat-shit crazy as she is, Smith!
Smith: My god what a show already, and we’re just getting started!
~”The Marvel” Matt Meyhu is walking around backstage, looking frustrated. An employee walks by and stops to offer up some support.~
Employee: Hey, Mr. Meyhu! Welcome back! Uh, can I get your anything? A bottle of water?
Matt Meyhu: Thanks, uh, no. I’m fine. I’m just reflecting.
Employee: Okay! You sure? It’s no trouble at all-
Matt Meyhu: I SAID I’M REFLECTING, TREVOR.
Employee: Sorry, yeah, my name is actually-
~Meyhu, jaw clenched, locks eyes with the employee, who freezes. He swallows hard and slowly nods.~
Trevor: Sorry. Uh, welcome back…
~Trevor slowly backs away until he is out of frame. Footsteps can be heard scampering away. Meyhu shakes his head.~
Matt Meyhu: Thank you, your support means the world to me!
~Safe to mark that down as one new fan. Meyhu turns around just as another figure enters the frame. Fans can be heard cheering as “The Marvel” and The Incredible One come face to face backstage. Meyhu offers his hand to his long-time partner and rival.~
Matt Meyhu: Ah, just the man I’ve been looking for! Listen, there’s been a bit of a mixup here. I could really use your help.
~Both men look down at Meyhu’s extended hand, which is not being reciprocated. He retracts it and instead pats his old friend on the shoulder.~
Matt Meyhu: I went out there tonight expecting a hero’s welcome, and these people completely turned on me! They’re mad about how it all went down in Antarctica I guess. I could have sworn the goal of this business was to be the last man standing. I mean, they weren’t out there. It was madness. You know what I think? I think they’re under the impression I’m the same old Matt Meyhu! But I’m not. And even if I was, wasn’t I just more misunderstood than anything? I need you, my best bud in the biz, to let these people know how great I am. I mean, not in the ring, they already know that, I mean come on!
~Matt gestures to the OCW championship draped over his shoulder.~
Matt Meyhu: Three times now. But what I mean is, as a person. What do you say? Could you go out there? Be my wingman? I’d do the same for you… Obviously, cause I’m a great guy.
~TIO looks to his left, standing there is his girl “Wiki”. She is holding a makeshift crown.~
TIO: Go ahead. I’ll catch up with you.
~Wiki stares a hole into Meyhu, who gives a hap-hazard smile before she leaves the frame. TIO watches her walk off before fixating back on his long-time rival, former stablemate.~
TIO: It’s good to see you, Matthew. Before I answer your question, you need to know the man you see before you is not the same man you knew years ago, while you were, as you said, getting some fresh air. I’ve tried to become a better man and through that, I have to acknowledge when I fail. So for that, I acknowledge you as OCW Champion and you were the better man in Antarctica.
~TIO spits into the palm of his hand and extends it out for Meyhu to accept the handshake this time. Meyhu, looking at the saliva dripping from TIO’s hand, looks sick to his stomach as he does not accept the handshake.
Matt Meyhu: I’ll take your acknowledgment that’s fine, thanks pal.
~TIO does a small chuckle, but barely breaks his neutral disposition. He takes his palm and wipes it on Meyhu’s pants.~
TIO: However, I can’t say you were the better man in anything else you did that night. Sure, you pinned my shoulders to the mat for a three count fair and square, but clearly, you haven’t changed one bit. Me? I’ve lived for almost a year on the island that OCW’s plane crashed on and learned the ways of the island and I am a brand new person. You? You think you deserve a hero’s welcome but what you really need is a reality check.
~TIO leans closer to Meyhu, so they are almost nose-to-nose. Meyhu’s playful expression starts to fade fast as TIO becomes deadly serious.~
TIO: You are still the two-faced, lying, sack of shit I’ve known my entire career.
~The crowd goes insane for the words that TIO has spoken as Meyhu jaw drops.~
TIO: I was in the back, being treated for my wounds during our battle, and I watched on the monitor as you teamed with Black and PIC to take out Plethora. There’s no shame in that, I would’ve done that too if I was in the same position. Where our position differs is where I would’ve honored the three way and fought to the end instead of taking the cheap way out. That’s what you’ve always done Meyhu, you always find a way to weasel yourself out of the hard choices because you’re a goddamn coward. You’ve always been this way, even when we were in the Aptitude. Why do you think I left? Even when we both were getting booed by the crowd, I was getting booed for a different reason then you were. I was getting booed because I was just an asshole. You? You don’t have any honor.
~TIO goes to leave before turning back to Meyhu.~
TIO: I was going to say this out in the ring, but since you’re in front of me, I’ll say it directly to your face.
~TIO motions his head in the direction of Meyhu’s OCW Championship.~
TIO: It’s not going to be tonight, or this month, or the next. Mark my words though, Matthew, I’m coming for the OCW Championship. I’m a new breed of animal that you only got a taste of inside the pyramid. Watch the monitors and you’ll understand what I mean. All I warn you of is if you’re still the OCW Champion when it’s my turn for a shot at it, and trust me, my turn is coming, you better be ready.
~Meyhu goes to speak but TIO completely ignores him and walks off. He takes his shot anyway, yelling after his old friend.
Matt Meyhu: Well, since you're going out there anyway… Can you at least put in a good word?!
~Meyhu gets no response. He looks around like, ‘Wow, great to be back, I guess.’ A look of horror washes over his face as he catches himself sounding like Vargas. We cut away~
Brad Stokes (2-1) vs. Zeus (0-0)
Hood: And here we are, fight fans, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.
Smith: It’s the first match of the night.
Hood: Exactly. They’ve been waiting for this since the show started. It’s momentous. Monumental.
~Thunder rolls into the OCW Arena as “Enter Sandman” by Metallica drops.~
Hood: Oh no… here we go!
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall. It is a non-title match.
~The crowd is on its feet as the guitar builds to the pulsing drum rhythm. Lightning bolts trace their way from the top of the arena to the ramp in an incredibly over-budget display of pyrotechnics as Zeus and his partner Hades step out and look absolutely magnanimous. Zeus gestures to his Streaming Service Championship around his waist before he holds his arms aloft and flexes as more lightning bolts dance around the Greek Gods!~
Hood: Simply incredible. This is like an ASMR of what heavens sounds like.
~Zeus and Hades stride resplendently down to the ring.~
Belvedere: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by his tag-team partner, Hades… standing a glory-filled 5 foot 6, and weighing a heavenly 150lbs… he is the Streaming Service Champion… ZEUS!
~The crowd pops as Zeus does a graceful spin before making his way up the ring steps. HAdes pushes down on the bottom rope to help guide Zeus into the ring.~
Smith: Fresh off an unsurprising tag-team loss, and a recently-issued challenge to LEO, Zeus comes to us tonight looking like he just might go the distance tonight.
Hood: Are you–are you serious, or–
Smith: Just go with it, please.
~And then “Power of Love” by Huey Lewis and the News hits and the crowd is… kind of unsure of who to expect. But Brad Stokes comes out wearing a leather jacket, playing air guitar like he’s Hollywood Hogan, bobbing his head in-time with the beat. Behind him, looking like she’s weary of the spotlight she seems to have accidentally have stepped in behind her father as he looks back at her with a huge smile~
Belevedere: And making his way to the ring, accompanied by his daughter Maddie Stokes, standing at 5’8 and weighing 210 lbs, he is a multi-time champion over a nearly 30 year-long career spanning the globe… he is… Brad… the–
~Belvedere stumbles a bit with a frown down at the card…~
Hood: Belvedere having trouble saying the man’s name.
Smith: Maybe he’s just putting some respect in his mouth before he says it.
Belvedere: He is… Brad “The Villain; the Inventor of your Demise; the Viper; the Shock Jock of Wrestling; the BearCat; the LionCat; the Ayatollah of BodySlamollahs; the–”
~Belvedere squints at the card, reading all the names~
Belvedere: –the ooku no kodomo tachi–”
~Belvedere looks flustered.~
Belvedere: Brad Stokes!
Smith: Looks like Belvedere has tapped out to Brad Stokes’ litany of nicknames.
Hood: Who wouldn’t? There’s like 100 nicknames here.
~Brad looks disappointed, angry even as he stomps down to the ring with Maddie walking cordially behind him smiling and waving to the fans, seemingly soaking up as much of Brad’s spotlight as she can, unintentionally of course~
~Brad climbs in the ring glaring at BElvedere before quickly grabbing the microphone.~
Brad Stokes: Alright, cut my music.
Hood: Oh, yay, an old guy’s about to ramble incoherently.
~Brad lets the crowd die down before looking steadfast at Zeus who stands across the ring from him looking glorious~
Brad Stokes: I want to shake your hand, man.
~Brad extends his hand and moves across the ring, but Zeus shuns the gesture.~
Smith: Zeus doesn’t want to lower himself to shaking Brad’s hand!
Brad Stokes: Shake it! Shake, shake it! Shake, shake it, Shake it! Shake it like a polaroid picture. Come on Beyonce’s and Lucy Liu’s. Hey ya.
~Brad glares, but Zeus is unwilling to so much as touch the commoner in front of him, lifting his chin and looking away, insulted.~
~Brad nods with a smug grin~
Brad: That’s fine. That’s just fine. I wanted to offer you some respect tonight in front of all these people as a thank you for inspiring me.
~Zeus and the crowd are a bit surprised. Brad nods.~
Brad Stokes: …inspiring me… to kick your ass!
~Zeus is shocked as Brad Stokes erupts in a flurry of sudden vicious rights with that fist that staggers the Streaming Service Champion into his corner. Brad lays a series of stomps into Zeus, flattening him in the corner as the bell rings.`
Hood: He kinda mixed that up, the hand doesn’t kick it punches, right?
Smith: I don’t think Brad thought that through.
Hood: Does he ever?
Smith: It’s really hard to say.
~Brad Stokes looks absolutely red-faced as he forces Zeus up to his feet and whips across the ring into the opposite corner and follows him in with a wicked looking body block into a snap DDT!~
Hood: Brad goes for a quick cover!
1…--
NO!
Smith: Brad Stokes lifted Zeus off the mat before the ref could finish the count! Why would he pin Zeus only to halt the pin immediately?
Hood: He looks pissed.
~He really does. Brad Stokes grapples Zeus off the mat and whips him for the ropes. ON the rebound powerslams Zeus into the canvas, almost going for the cover but instead hurries into some mounted, angry, vicious-looking punches.~
Smith: Brad Stokes is almost feral in that ring right now.
Hood: HE was fine 2 minutes ago.
~Brad Stokes has Zeus up into a package piledriver that shudders the ring, and he’s now moving casually around the ring looking down at the canvas with a deep, thoughtful frown on his brow. Zeus staggers to his knee and rushes Brad, but BRad back elbows Zeus down to one knee then hefts him up into a stalled suplex.~
Smith: That’s actually a lot of power for such an old guy.
Hood: Is he okay?
~Brad looks to be panting heavily as he slowly rises to one knee, then his feet as he continues his move around the ring looking perplexed. Maddie smacks her palms on the canvas, cheering her father on.~
Hood: I wonder if Brad’s upset because Maddie told him backstage that she’s in love with me and he’s shocked, but curious about this new forbidden love between his daughter and I?
Smith: We live in hope, Hood.
~Brad is stomping on the legs of Zeus before setting him into an airplane swing, plopping Zeus down hard on his back. BRad hits Zeus with a series of angry looking leg DDTs before re-commencing his journey around the ring~
Hood: Really hard to say what’s going through Brad Stokes’ mind right now.
Smith: He’s in full control of this match. He’s got Zeus down. He could end this right now, but he seems to want to inflict punishment on this half of the Greek Gods!
~Indeed, Brad stomps ever harder down onto Zeus before grabbing him up to his feet and laying into him with a series of punches that staggers Zeus.~
Hood: Zeus is practically dead on his feet!
Smith: He could be getting a second wind!
Hood: We live in hope, Smith.
Smith: What, you’re mocking me?
Hood: I didn’t care for your tone!
~Another rebound of the ring ropes leaves Zeus slamming down into the canvas with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker into a particularly mean looking figure-four that has Zeus really straining for a rope break.~
Smith: This could be it!
~And just when Zeus is about to tap out, BRad grabs the ref before he can call the match and shakes his head.~
Hood: What is he doing?
Smith: Brad Stokes doesn’t want the match to end!
Hood: A lot of old people have trouble letting go.
~The ref looks almost terrified of Brad Stokes who is staring him down and angrily telling him off if he dares try to end this match. He goes right back to pummeled Zeus with stomps and soccerball kicks. Brad brings Zeus back to his feet and headbutts him to the ground and locks on a mean ankle lock that could easily snap Zeus’ leg. The ref slides into call the match, but Brad angrily stops him again, moving to corner the ref and berate him~
Smith: Brad Stokes is a man possessed…
Hood: Pazuzu, you think?
Smith: I don’t know but Brad Stokes is looking like he wants to kill Zeus, and now he even looks like he wants to kill the ref!
Hood: Come to think of it, he almost wanted to kill Belvedere for not saying all of his nicknames. To be fair he’s got like 80.
~Brad is still telling the referee off. With his back turned, Brad doesn’t see Zeus rising groggily to his feet, seeing an opening and charging with a lariat that Brad manages to duck!~
Smith: Zeus has knocked down the referee!
Hood: Brad does NOT look happy.
~Brad eyes Zeus with unholy carnage in his expression as Zeus backs up fearfully.~
Smith: I don’t think Zeus has EVER seen a man with this kind of fury!
Hood: It’s almost like Brad Stokes is taking out 30 years of pent up aggression on this one guy!
~Brad grabs Zeus by the throat and brings up and down for a chokeslam. Then more stomps. More stomps. Brad is beating Zeus to a pulp! Now he’s telling Zeus off and pointing to the ref and yelling ‘look what you did, Brad! Look what you did!” More pummelling shots that flatten Zeus. Brad hoists him nd back down for a front-facing mat slam that pancakes poor Zeus. Then another! Then another! And another! Even the crowd recoils from the fury Brad is releasing.~
Smith: This terrifying.
Hood: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy go ham quite like this.
~Even Maddie Stokes is calling for her father to end it. This seems to make him soften a little. He goes and shakes the ref awake before he applies an inverted elevated Boston Crab that doesn’t take Zeus long to tap from. But the ref wearily looks to BRad who shakes his head.~
Smith: Brad wants Zeus to pass out!
~And pass out Zeus does! The pain is too excruciating!~
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Belvedere: Here is your winner, by Stokes Lock Submission… he is… Brad…. St–
~Brad catches Belvedere and gets in his face, commanding him to say all of his nicknames.~
Smith: Brad Stokes can’t be serious!
Hood: He’s chasing Belvedere around the ring!
~It takes security to rush out to keep Brad Stokes from inflicting pain on Belvedere.~
Smith: I’ve never seen anything like that!
Hood: Well he won, didn’t he? Don’t the end justifies the means?
Smith: I… don’t know. Zeus could be severely injured!
~We cut backstage to the catering area to find Crystal Sharpe in the large room alone. She half-heartedly plays with a tray of loaded nachos, dipping one of the chips into the toppings and swirling it around but not actually eating the snack~
Smith: It would seem that she found her way out of the locker room predicament. I suppose that’s a start.
Hood: I was hoping she was still there. I had a good mind to pay her a visit after we’d gone off air.
~Crystal continues to aimlessly twirl the nacho into the toppings as she speaks. It would seem as though she was having a conversation with someone, despite there being no one else present in the catering area~
Crystal: Why do you say that?
~As Crystal continues to speak, no one is in view of our cameras but for Crystal, clearly there is someone in view. And she is carrying on a full conversation with them~
Crystal: No! He loves me, he’s just difficult … you wouldn’t understand.
Smith: This is taking on an entirely different direction than I would have anticipated.
Hood: Who the hell is she talking to? Is Logan back there with her?
~As the commentators watch on in befuddlement, the anomalous woman continues to carry on with her conversation. It only becomes more confusing as it progresses~
Crystal: Exactly! She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
~Now Crystal is looking toward a different empty seat as she seems to agree with someone who is definitely not seen by our cameras. She is smiling and happy, nodding her head as she continues to engage with the empty seat. And then, for a brief moment, a scowl forms upon her face as she glances back at the first empty seat she’d previously been engaged with~
Crystal: Shhhh. That’s enough out of you. Don’t interrupt us again.
Smith: Talk about unstable … she’s having a full fledged conversation with herself!
Hood: Eh, I like em a little nutty. Less complaining.
~At this point, Crystal’s eyes light up with glee as she nods her head emphatically~
Crystal: Yes, that’s a wonderful idea! He’ll be so proud of me.
~Crystal gets up from her seat and walks over to one of the buffet tables, gathering several sandwiches and sticking them into her backpack. She continues conversing as she does so~
Crystal: You always know the exact right thing to do when it comes to Logan. He will absolutely love these sandwiches.
~Crystal tilts her head curiously as if listening to something. It seems to pique her interest~
Crystal: Hmmm, you’re right. I should have thought of that, haha!
~The blonde makes her way toward the refrigerator and grabs a few bottles of beer from inside, adding them to her backpack with the sandwiches. The deranged blonde now skips along happily, humming a tune to herself. A large grin spread across her face as she heads off with all of her goodies for Logan~
Crystal: This will make him admit that he loves me, teehee. Yes it will!
~She disappears off camera, still humming her tune and skipping about gleefully~
Smith: I don’t even know what we just witnessed. But that woman needs help.
Hood: I’d love to have a chick like that. Lucky bastard Logan. Broad is bringing him sandwiches and beer!
~The OCW cameras cut back to the garage area of the arena. Jenny Myst is PISSED that her segment got interrupted. Security surrounds her as she exits the building. She's clearly nervous about a SYNN sneak attack~
JENNY: "I want that crazy cunts head on a platter! You hear me?! Nobody is going to interrupt me and put their filthy hands on my title. NOBO---"
~Marcus Welsh is standing near her purple stretch Escalade. Jenny sees him and immediately gets in his face~
JENNY: "Is this all a big joke to you, Marcus?! You bring me here to talk to your dying fanbase at this beleaguered company and I get ASSAULTED by some pennywise looking bitch in facepaint? Is THAT what you've got slinking around over here, because if it is you can COUNT ME OUT."
~Marcus puts his hands up to calm her down~
WELSH: "I promise you, nothing like that will happen again. She is new here, she's had some success, its went to her head and she's....well.....she's a bit.......off."
JENNY: "What's gonna be OFF is our arrangement, Marcus, if you can't stop letting the inmates run your asylum!"
WELSH (clearly a bit frustrated): "Coming from you....Ms. Chaos, don't you have a whole mental breakdown thing going on yourself?"
~Jenny rolls her eyes, she pushes past him and grabs the handle to the back door~
JENNY: "I swear to god.....if that bitch shows up next week and wrecks my plans, you'll have one less clown in your circus!"
WELSH: "Understood."
~She pulls the door open, revealing white seats inside the purple vehicle. She tosses the belt in, giving Marcus one more shot with her dagger eyes before getting into the purple stretch. She shuts the door~
~The camera is now inside the vehicle, and Jenny turns away from the window~
~She jumps. Someone else is in her limo........~
"HI!"
~Brooke Blakely is inside the purple stretch!~
JENNY: What the----WHO the fuck are you?!"
BROOKE: "Name is Brooke. Brooke Blakely. Do you not watch collegiate gymnastics?"
~Jenny breaths deep and then exhales even deeper......she is trying to keep her cool~
JENNY: "Okay.....'Brooke'.....WHY are you in MY vehicle?"
BROOKE: "I mean I just wanted to meet you. I am a long time fan."
~Jenny is weary of this blonde girl in her car, and the fact she had the AUDACITY to get insider her vehicle........but she was blonde, pretty, and wasn't wearing some cheesy facepaint (thank the lord.)~
~"This is what happens when you give out participation ribbons in gymnastics" Jenny mutters under her breath~
JENNY: "Okay.....I'll have the promo team mail you a poster...or something......but I've had a long day so I would appreciate it if you exit my vehicle so I can get out of this cess pool."
~Brooke goes to get out of the car but she stops herself~
BROOKE: No! You know what? I won't get out
~Jenny snarls~
JENNY: "Oh yeah?"
~Brooke backs down and exits the vehicle~
~She shuts the door, and the vehicle speeds off. Brooke, looking a bit upset with herself that she backed down to Jenny, walks away from the garage with her head down. The camera follows her. After a few steps, she bumps into someone. She brings her head up, and its revealed to be SYNN~
~Brooke gasps at first and steps back~
SYNN: "You know kiddo........you really need a thicker skin."
~Her words were almost hissed as the deranged woman stared at the blonde~
SYNN: ".........you really need not let bullies intimidate you......."
~She reaches out, patting Brooke on the head~
~Brooke looks at Synn as she backs up a bit~
BROOKE: Umm thanks....
SYNN: "Let me ask....." her words are slithering from her mouth, each one ending with a audible hiss like a snake....."are you scared?"
~Brooke, unnerved and unsure what to say nods and doesn't speak~
~SYNN begins to laugh~
SYNN: "Good."
~She walks away, leaving Brooke confused and slightly unnerved~
~The OCW Faithful are restless as they await the return of Tamika Strader to the OCW ring, and at least one announcer is happy she is back.~
Smith: The faithful are restless, Hood! And I don’t blame them!
Hood: Ya know, it’s bad enough to have to see Alice Knight as a champion here, but now this wench has come back?
~ The arena lights dim as the OCWTron comes to life, flickering silver and green as “Four Little Diamonds" by Electric Light Orchestra starts to play, the drum beat matching the OCWtron flickering lights. The guitar comes to life as TA-MEEK-AH STRAY-DERR (yes, just like that) appears on the screen and the OCW faithful roar to life. ~
Belvedere: Introducing first...
//Is this on?
Belvedere: Weighing in at hundred and forty five pounds...
~ Tamika steps out from behind the curtain, shaking her butt to the beat of the drumming. ~
//I used to think she was the greatest thing
Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...
//And if the law don't find her then I will
~ Tamika reaches the bottom of the ramp and lifts her left fist up in the air, Strader Sneer across her lips. ~
//And if the law don't get her, then I will
Belvedere: She is the last of the Cowgirls From Hell.... TAMIKA STRADERRRRRRRRR!!!!
//I looked around
~ Tamika walks up the steps, and wipes her boots on the ring apron before stepping through the middle rope since she is no pixie stick five foot one lady. ~
//All the things that we'd done
~ Tamika hits the four corners raising her fist up in the air, before finding Belvedere and borrowing his microphone.~
Tamika Strader: Oh my gorgeous OCW Faithful, it’s so good to see you all again!
Hood: Cheap pop for a cheap whore!
Smith: Hood!
Tamika Strader: I heard that, Hood.
~Hood plays innocent and Smith shakes his head.~
Tamika Strader: Now, it wasn’t very pleasant being fired after Sahara used her goons to prevent me from becoming TransAtlantic Champion, but everything happens for a reason. I got to spend the last few months of my sister’s life with her- - -
OCW Faithful: Megz! Megz! Megz!
Smith: The fan’s understanding that if it wasn’t for Meghan Strader, OCW might not be here today as she financed the completion of the first Pyramid among other things!
Hood: Wait, is that thing still chilling out in Death Valley?
Smith: Good question. Where’s my broadcast partner and what have you done with him?!
Hood: Har har har. Har.
Tamika Strader: I know she would be touched by your chants, and it reminds me why OCW is one of few places I would rather be! I am also not alone. The Lost Soul taught me something last year during the days of PTSD and that’s finding the right people to form something special. Tonight, we’ll begin to see that take shape. Because OCW… you are in for a Vulgar Display of Power. A good way of saying this would
Smith: That’s gotta be what that “VDP” business card she handed to Vhodka Black before opting out to cleanse her record!
Hood: Can’t say I blame her, Black is nuts. I wouldn’t be in the ring with her.
Smith: Naw, that wasn’t fear. That was respect and an offer. Good offers don’t come with fisticuffs.
Tamika Strader: Tonight marks the return of the Straders to OCW!
Hood: I wonder who’s worse than Alice Knight sometimes, and I think it’s this Strader in particular but just like getting smacked in the forehead with a mushroom slap, I remember Alice is the Anti-Christ.
Smith: Alice is a gift you ornery prick!
Tamika Strader: All Intercontinental Bro, get your international butt down here so Auntie Teebag can teach you what it’s like to get beaten down by a Queen.
~The lights dim in the arena as the Powerpuff Girls theme song starts up, and All IC Bro comes out from behind the curtain.
Belvedere: Not really sure where this guy is from, or anything about him but here he comes to take on Tamika Strader! Have at’er!
~All IC Bro makes his way down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and comes up into Tamika’s face yelling something about “IC” and “OOC” causing Tamika’s eye to twitch like a warning sign for an aneurysm, and backs away mouthing the words “is this guy for real?”
~ DING DING DING ~
~AICB takes a wide right swing and Tamika dodges. He takes a wide left swing, and Tamika dekes him out. He spins around, his equilibrium causing him to fall to a knee which Tamika takes full advantage and runs at him bringing her left knee up into his face knocking him back onto the mat.~
Hood: Well, doesn’t seem like she’s missed a beat.
Smith: She is the number one contender for another company’s World Title. I have a feeling this is gonna be one hell of a year for the Newly crowned Strader Matriarch. She’s going to make her sister and family proud.
Hood: I liked Veronica more. And Victoria. She gave us a raise, and that bodes well in my book.
~Tamika curb stomps AICB, and points to the roof as she hops up in one motion to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with the JACQUES-HAMMER (Coup de grâce) and falls backwards on top of him, hooking his left leg, leaning back with the pin! Juff drops down to count the pin and the OCW Faithful count aloud with him.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall… TAMIKA STRADER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Tamika hops up as “Four Little Diamonds” starts back up, and she heads to the corner turnbuckle, climbing up to thrust her right fist up in the air in celebration.~
Smith: And a dominant return for the leader of Vulgar Display of Power! We know from the dirt sheets that Tearra Skye and Nikki Walker are a part of the stable… but I am willing to bet Tamika has one or two more members to be revealed.
Hood: As long as Tearra can stay off the dragon, this could be a very dominant group of wrestlers. I heard that her trainer was the one to train Tamika’s dad.
Smith: Yep, “Froggy” was the man to train Scott Nash Strader, and that bodes well for Tearra as SNS held five different world championships, over twenty-five other singles titles and 9 separate tag team titles, even one set on his own in a battle royale. Anyway, stay tuned folks as we have more OCW action coming your way!
Ok, After four…
FOUR! \\
I really cared, gave her a diamond ring
She said she'd rather die than ever leave me
Well, I never saw her face again\\
She must be somewhere on the open road
She always said she was a lonely one
She gets you down with her tales of woe
She took me for everything\\
Four Little Diamonds
Ooh, Four Little Diamonds\\
I climbed up high into the dawn
But she was gone with the night
I thought about the things she said \\
But where could she run?
There's just no answer to give\\
RECORDED EARLIER.
~Delia Black is covered in sweat, her make-up has run down her eyes as a result and most importantly she’s breathing deeply as if she… wait, is this sexy time? Her arms being handcuffed to the bedposts seem to suggest that this might have been a sexy time that had been going on. All of the clues are there that Delia has been doing some serious banging, the only thing countering this is that there isn’t another person there and she’s still wearing a t-shirt. But come on, some people wear socks~
~She’s darn near breathless as she speaks.~
BLACK: Wow, wow, I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it…
~Heavily panting and taking in as many breaths as possible, Delia tries to rub her hand through hair but she’s stopped by the handcuffs. She gives them a look over as if she completely forgot about that part~
BLACK: I finally finished Black Adam.
~Sure enough the camera whips around showing that Delia is now watching the credits roll on by letting everyone know that they survived. Delia is finally able to catch her breath as she tugs on her handcuffs~
BLACK: Wait, is there one of those after credit scenes? Does that mean I technically haven’t made it yet? I don’t know if I can make it through one of those after credit sce-- oh god, here it comes.
~Delia continues to struggle with the handcuffs as that post credit scene begins to play, which for legal reasons cannot be shown on OCW programming nor should it. Delia’s eyes roll back into her head as she continues to struggle against the handcuffs, causing to sweat once again and also the heavy breathing. But right before it looks like she’s about to pass out from the pain and intensity of the scene, it comes to an end and Delia is once again just breathing heavily~
BLACK: Ok, now it’s over. Now it’s finally over. Unless there’s a second on--
~But before she can finish that thought, out from the bathroom steps out John E. Depth~
DEPTH: Don't worry, there’s only that one post credit scene. So now that you’ve finished that, are you finally ready to put those handcuffs to real good use?
BLACK: Sure, is it your turn now?
~Depth thinks about it for a moment and heads on over towards the bed where Delia is sitting. He flashes that cocky grin because he knows exactly what’s about to happen as he begins to undo Delia’s handcuffs~
DEPTH: You know, when you called and asked about borrowing my handcuffs I had two thoughts. First, I didn’t know you were into this sort of thing and second, which one of my arsenal of handcuffs would be perfect for this occasion. That’s when it came to me.
~He gives a wink with that one as he removes the leopard fuzz covered handcuffs. Delia rubs her wrists on the really red parts and stands up allowing for John E. Depth to lay down on the bed and Delia locks his wrists into the same cuffs~
DEPTH: Normally, this is a second date trust exercise for me, but I think you’re special. I think you’re really special.
BLACK: Alright then, why don’t you close your eyes.
DEPTH: Nice.
~The world for Depth goes black as Delia heads on over towards the television and hits the “replay” button on HBO Max’s menu screen. Sure enough this starts Black Adam over again from the beginning~
BLACK: You can open them.
DEPTH: What the hell?
BLACK: You’ll probably make it, no you’ll be good I’m at least forty percent sure. I need to figure out what happened to my lawyer and tag team partner. I haven't seen either of them since we left Canada.
DEPTH: It was Antarctica. You can’t just leave me here.
BLACK: I’ll see if I can order you a spotter on my way out, you’ll be great.
~Depth continues to struggle with the handcuffs as the opening scene of Black Adam can be heard. Delia steps on out of the room leaving John E. to his demise. We fade to black~
~Backstage we find Logan's face inches from a fishbowl. A single goldfish casually swims about fascinating Logan to no end~
Logan Blades: You're not fooling me, Mer', I have all night.
Hood: Crystal speaking to chairs, Logan to goldfish… speaking of nutjob number two.As Logan continues to watch the goldish, his locker room door opens up and Crystal Sharpe enters the room carrying the backpack we saw her fill with sandwiches and beer earlier in the night in her hands. She carefully watches her husband for a while before interrupting him as she places the bag down next to his feet.
Crystal: Honey, I don’t mean to interrupt you from… what I assume is some kind of intense pre-match routine of some sort… but I got you some fuel for your match. Your favorite kind of beer and some sandwiches. I didn’t make them myself, so they’re probably awful, but still!
~He idly shoos her off. His eyes ever focused on the fish. After a moment, he annoyingly looks up from the fishbowl and to Crystal~
Logan Blades: The little scaley bastard Mermaid was this close to talking. She would've told me everything! Where Robert is, if he'll show, who shot JFK. But you…
~He gnaws at his own teeth~
Logan Blades: Just have a way of ruining all my fun.
~He backhands the fishbowl off the table and it shatters among the wall. The poor little fish flopping for air~
Logan Blades: DON'T YOU?
~Crystal gasps as she sees Logan react like this, clearly unhappy with her despite her doing something for him that she thought he’d love~
Crystal: No! …I mean… yes… I mean… Logan! Honey… you love sandwiches! I’m even willing to forgive you for apparently marrying someone else… just please eat them?
~Crystal gives Logan sad puppy eyes, desperately wanting his approval. Clearly she was referring to the fact he now had a new last name~
Logan Blades: Married to someone else? We're not even married. You're huffing gasoline again aren't you?
~He gets close to Crystal, stepping on the fish in the process, and smelling her breath~
Logan Blades: Nachos? At least it isn't fuel. When is this going to end, if you want to let yourself go, then tubby up lardass, grow a mustache, and join the circus.
~He snatches a sandwich from her bag, practically shoving the whole thing in his mouth, muffling his speech~
Logan Blades: I'll have no freakshow fatty accompanying me to the ring. You better lose it -
~Gulps down the sandwich before he chokes on it~
Logan Blades: And lose it fast.
~Crystal gasps as she looks down at herself, in the VERY revealing outfit she was wearing it was clear she was not even close to being overweight at all. Still she takes Logan’s comments to heart and as she does so she turns to her left a moment to yell at someone who was not there~
Crystal: I told you he wouldn’t be okay with me eating that! Why did you say he would be?! No! You shut up!
~Crystal now looks back at Logan with a sad look on her face as she nods her head~
Crystal: I’m sorry, honey. I swear, I’ll eat only what you approve of from now on.
~He looks off with an amusing eyebrow to the empty space she was converting~
Logan Blades: Good girl. You know the drill, finger in the throat, quick vomit, or better yet maybe you could save it for Robby boy… would make a lovely impression for him and the audience to witness the disgust I have to deal with on a daily basis.
~He pats her on the head, let's out a sandwich burp, and flashes a grin before walking past and towards his match with Robert. As Logan heads off, Crystal once again gets into a full-blown argument with whoever she was talking to that neither the camera nor Logan could see~
Crystal: This is all your fault! I’m not talking to you until you apologize! No! He didn’t!
~Crystal huffs as she looks back at Logan and hurries off after him~
Crystal: Wait for me, I’m coming too!
~We cut away~
Logan Blades (0-0) vs. Robert Uchiha (0-0)
~The slow strum of a guitar followed with a wicked drum hits the speakers carrying into "Sleeping on the Blacktop" by Colter Wall. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Crystal Sharpe comes out to follow Logan as he begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Crystal Sharpe finds herself in the ring first, sitting on the middle rope for her love. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope that Crystal has lowered without acknowledging her. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while Crystal takes her place at the apron outside and the music fades.~
Belvedere: from Chesapeake, Virginia, stand 6 foot 4 inches and weighing 250 pounds. LOGAN BLADES!!
Hood: The crowd seems to like him.
Smith: uh someone just yelled Fuck You!
Belvedere: And his opponent hailing from his Parents' basement. Robert Uchiha!!!!
~ Uchiha appears and the crowd give him a huge pop. He flexes and runs with his arms held behind his back like Naruto to ring. ~
Hood: Uchiha is ready for action.
Smith: That was a very unique way of getting to the ring.
~ Uchiha is in the ring and bumps chest with Logan. Logan pushes him, Uchiha falls backwards and bruces himself against the ropes. Uchiha bounces off the ropes and leaps at Logan who catches him mid air and delivers a belly to belly suplex. Uchiha screams in pain as Logan sizes him up. Logan delivers an elbow before grabbing Uchiha and dropping him with a fall away slam. ~
Hood: This match might end quicker than it took Logan to get to the ring.
Smith: Uchiha has to mount some type of offense.
~ Logan whips Uchiha against the ropes and goes for a lariat, but Uchiha ducks under and rebounds with a clothesline of his own. Logan is unphased by the attack. Uchiha wings up and delivers a right cross to the chin of Logan. Again Logan shakes it off. Uchiha goes for another punch, but Logan grabs his hand mid punch. Logan spins him around and puts him in a sleeperhold. Logan then jumps in the air and flips over his shoulder while still applying the hold snapping his Uchiha's neck violently forward while landing in a sitting position. Logan makes the cover.~
1!!!!!
2!!!!!!!
3!!!!
Hood: Poor Uchiha at least he made enough money tonight to buy some yu-gi-oh cards.
Smith: Logan looked very dominant tonight
Belvedere: Here is your winner, LOGAN BLADES!!!!!!
Smith: Logan, a former Savage Champion, was apparently locked inside his cruise suite last week, preventing him from being able to compete inside THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS.
Hood: And, worse than that, he was locked in there ALL DAY with Crystal Sharpe.
Smith: He may have his sights set on whoever perpetrated the act...and, well, I’m not gonna point any fingers but Plethora seems like a good place to start.
Hood: People keep saying that was Earl walking away from his door...but that man had a mustache. EARL IS CLEAN SHAVEN.
Smith: Whatever.
~The OCWtron lights up and we see the office door of Marcus Welsh. The door opens and Tamika followed by Tearra Skye and Nikki Walker waltzes out, looking pretty happy. Tamika turns to Tearra and Nikki, with the Strader Sneer on her face.~
Tamika Strader: That wasn’t what I was expecting girls. Plans are changing.
Tearra Skye: What does it mean for us?
~ Tamika shrugs with her sneer, and puts her arms around both women as they walk down the hall.~
Tamika Strader: Even though things aren’t gonna happen the way we have planned… it’s still going to be a Vulgar Display of Power.
TKM: TAMIKA!
~ Tamika turns her head to see the Knife Man, his mask is smiling. Not sure how that happens but it does, so stop over thinking it fuckers. She runs up and gives the medic SLASH mechanic a big hug.~
Tacgakkeeetmika Strader: KNIFEY! My man!
~ Like a couple bros, they chest bump and do the Will Smith/DJ Jazzy Jeff handshake.~
TKM: It’s great to have you back, Tamika. It just hasn’t been the same since the Straders left OCW.
Tamika Strader: Well, we didn’t leave because we wanted to. A little bit of family drama, but that happens when your family is as big as mine. Where’s Machete Phil and Eddy Bueger?
~Knifey motions for them to follow him.~
Nikki Walker: That’s a strange trio, no?
Tearra Skye: Always good to have the staff and crew on our side, Nik.
Nikki Walker: Seems legit.
~The scene fades away as the VDP trio head off with The Knife Man.~
~We see Brooke Blakely backstage with Miss Moskowitz as she does a few final moments of exercise before she stands up and covers herself in water. She smirks as she looks at the camera~
Brooke : Tonight is the night I solidify myself as a terror of a wrestler. I don't fear you Ice. I don't fear anyone or anything. I am all ready to make a name for myself and you are the first step Ice.
~On the outside she is prepared but on the inside she was thinking about how she is still new and not ready for this~
Brooke (Thoughts) : I don't want to do this. I am not ready. I am done with lying to myself. A part of me wants to scream but now is not the time. Now is time for me to wake up and go out here and beat Beckman.
~We cut away~
Natural ICE Beckman (5-2) vs. Brooke Blakely (2-1)
~The fans are ripe and ready (LIKE FRUIT) for the next match! Belvedere, center of the ring, speaks into the mic~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~The arena is illuminated in a few red, white, and blue lights as "Atta Girl" by Lainey Wilson plays, Brooke Blakely walks out being accompanied by her girlfriend and valet, Miss Moskowitz. Brooke slaps fans hands as she slides in the ring, the six foot Miss Moskowitz walks up the steps and enters the ring. Brooke hands Miss Moskowitz her jacket and awaits her opponent~
Belvedere: From Houston, Texas...standing 5’2 and weighing in at 110lbs...she is the February Most Underrated Wrestler of the Month...she is...Brooke Blakely!
Smith: Brooke Blakely, fresh off winning her first OCW award looks ready to go!
Hood: She always looks ready to go, if you know what I mean.
Smith: HOOD
Belvedere: And, her opponent…
~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~
Belvedere: Hailing from Foam Lake, Wisconsin...Natural ICE Beckman!
~Through the thick cloud of white pyros comes ICE Beckman. He finishes a beer, wipes his thick redbeard 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~
~The bell rings and the two circle. Brooke has a pep in her step, but isn’t quite sure how to attack the much bigger Beckman. The two tie up and Beckman immediately tosses her into the corner. He follows her momentum and crashes into her. Stepping back, he chops her hard across the chest~
~“OHHHHHHHHHHHH” from the OCW crowd. Snickering and jeering from the ICE Crew on the outside~
~Another hard chop across the chest~
“OHHHHHHHHHHHH”
~Ice grabs her by the arm and whips her into the corner. He goes to crash into her again but she uses her athleticism and gymnastics background to back handspring, connecting with a flying back elbow to the charging Beckman. He takes a couple steps back but for the most part shakes it off. Brooke comes off the ropes again and goes for a hurricarana but ICE catches her, dropping her with a sidewalk slam~
~He hooks the leg~
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Blakely kicks out.
~ICE picks her up and scoop slams her again~
Hood: This is a match that I been waiting to see. Both of these two bout to break into the upper card.
Smith: Yessir. Both have been impressive as of late, but maybe haven’t had the success they have wanted as competitors. This match could show us which of these two is the next big thing.
~ICE comes off the ropes for a leg drop, but the quick Blakely moves. He lands right on his ass, and grabs at this tailbone as soon as contact is made with the canvas. Broke crawls towards the ropes and uses them to lift herself up. ICE is getting up in the center of the ring as well~
~Brooke hits the springboard forearm which takes ICE back down, and then summersaults back with knees to the gut~
Smith: Crazy athleticism here for the Southern Beauty!
~She covers quickly~
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2
ICE gets a shoulder up.
~Brooke takes advantage of this and comes off the ropes with for a lionsault but ICE stands up, catching her in mid air. He goes for a back body drop, but Brooke hands on her feet and delivers a standing drop kick to ICE. He stumbles back against the ropes. She runs, going to clothesline him over the ropes but he moves ducks, lifting her over his head and dropping her over the ropes to the mat outside. She lands hard~
~OOOOHHHHH from the crowd~
Hood: That didn’t feel good. She got dropped right on her pretty face there, Smith!
~ICE rolls out of the ring to follow her. The ref begins to count. He grabs a handful of blonde hair and bounces her face off the commentators table. She stumbles back, a small hint of blood running from her nose~
~He grabs her by the hair again and tosses her into the barricade. The count us at 6!~
~ICE rolls back into the ring to break the count, then rolls back out. Brooke is crawling, now holding her back~
~The ICE crew is harassing her, calling her names on the outside. One of them dumps his drink on her!~
Hood: That’s alcohol abuse, Smithy!
Smith: That’s Johnny, and I am not so sure he cares!
~Brooke gets up and gets in his face. He says something to her, and she hauls off and slaps him. The crowd cheers. ICE Beckman is behind her again, however, and grabs her, spinning her around. He goes for the clothesline from hell but she ducks, and he turns around again…….~
~RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK!~
~Beckman falls back into the ICE crew who catches him, as Brooke rolls back into the ring. The ref’s count is at 5!~
~They hype up their leader on the outside then get him up to the apron. Brooke, the blood from her nose now more pronounced, runs and baseball slides, knocking him back into them on the outside again.~
~He pops up and throws and arm up. The crowd cheers. The refs count is at 8!~
~The crew rolls him back into the ring. He gets to his feet looking rather pissed off that the small blonde has gotten the best of him so far.~
Smith: He needs to counter the athleticism with power here. If this is a track meet it plays right into Brooke’s hands.
Hood: It’s good conditioning! He can burn off some of those beer calories!
~He puts his hands up in a fighting stance, like he wants to have a boxing match. Brooke looks leary of it, but smiles. She puts her arms up too. The two square up. Before Beckman can get truly set, the quick and aggressive Blakely swings with a hard right, but Beckman seemed ready. He grabs her arm and twists it, dropping her to one knee, and putting his knee into her back as he locks in a sleeper.~
~The crowd is chanting now, trying to pump some momentum into their rooting interest~
“LETS GO BLAKELY, NATURAL ICE! LETS GO BLAKELY, NATURAL ICE!”
~He pulls back hard on her, her eyes begin to roll~
Hood: He seems content with choking her out here and going about his merry way!
Smith: Best way to counter speed, to be honest! She can’t be quick if she’s unconscious!
~She begins to flail, to fight out of it. He pulls back tighter, driving his knee further into her spine. Her face is turning pink! She knows she doesn’t have long, so out of desperation she bites his wrist! She draws blood! He shouts and pulls his arm back! She rolls out, hits a basement drop kick which takes him to his back and she falls as well. Both are down!~
~The ref begins to count again. Brooke gets to her feet first, and Beckman is beginning to stir. He gets to his feet as Brooke comes off the ropes again with a flying forearm. She takes him down again. She looks back at the top rope as the crowd cheers.~
Smith: I think the high-flyer has something on her mind here!
Hood: I wanna see her fly!
~She climbs to the top rope as the crowd cheers~
~She smiles, wiping blood from her nose as she goes for her signature, the FRENZIED SPIRIT!~
~The 630 splash off the top!~
~Shes in the air!~
~BECKMAN WITH A BURST OF ADRENALINE IS UP! HE DELIVERS A HAYMAKER WHILE SHES IN MID AIR!!!!!!!~
Smith: Wow! One punch did it! Beckman out of desperation delivers the haymaker, Brooke is out!
Hood: Damn.
~He crawls over to her limp body. He locks in the Booze Hound Burden (Texas Cloverleaf). Brooke is out from the punch still.~
~The ref calls for the bell~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...NATURAL ICE BECKMAN!!!!!
Smith: Big win for ICE! The Newcomer of the Month in February is off to a blazing start here in March!
Hood: ICE has the talent, man. Only a matter of time before he breaks through that glass...err...ICE ceiling!
Smith: Indeed! Great effort from Brooke, too. Two of the very best up and coming talents in the company.
Hood: You got that right.
~The OCWTron lights up again, and the image is of Tamika Strader leaning through the backseat window of what looks to be a really nice limousine.~
Tamika Strader: I know what a cancer the XWF is, and what it’s been doing since a few of their people came in like Thunder Knuckles, Bourbon, Nichols etcetera. I know, you could be considered XWF as well, but from what I saw earlier… you are fed up with the place and want a new place to grow your legend.
Hood: Who is she trying to recruit to her Vulgar Display of Power?
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Smith: I am not a hundred percent but I have a fairly good idea who it is.
Hood: Out with it then!
Smith: Just keep watching, it’ll be obvious in a minute or two I think.
Hood: Prick tease.
Tamika Strader: We saw what they have tried to do with you there, and now you’re booked in a bra and panties match against that little luchadore loud mouth. Help us… help VDP cleanse OCW of this XWF filth and join a company that’s gonna treat you like the star you are without stupid divisions based on what’s between our legs, or what isn’t between them.
~ Tamika backs away from the back window revealing the Purple Escalade from earlier in the night and the OCW Faithful pop as the smiling face of JENNY MYST is revealed. Tamika just nods at her and says one last thing.~
Tamika Strader: With you, we can finally do what my niece and Marcus Welsh couldn’t do and take out the trash. It’s Silent Night Deadly Night Two: Garbage Day and we can put them all out to the curb and send them back to the “expert leadership” of Buffalo Lane. Just think about it. You have my number.
~ Myst simply nods and Tamika backs away as the window rolls up and leaves the parking lot.~
Smith: That's a big step, getting a current XWF champion to help cleanse OCW of the XWF virus that has come into the company since October 2022.
Hood: Ballsy too. Looks like the Strader Matriarch means it when she says she is done being the nice one.
Smith: I for one think we would be better off without the XWF wrestlers being here. Chances are, if VDP can finally give the push to remove Corey Smith, The Bastards and all, OCW will be all the better for it.
Hood: I hate to agree with you, but you might be right. Let’s get back to CLASSIC OCW, BABY!
~Backstage at Massacre, we see Natural ICE Beckham with his ICE crew, sharing a 12 pack of cheap beer and cracking jokes. They were laughing and knee slapping, classic rock blaring from a portable speaker system in the corner of the room.~
~Beckman flips open the YETI cooler and grabs another brewski when the door to the room flies open. It bangs off the wall and the music stops. The entire looks towards the entrance~
~The camera pans to see SYNN standing there, her head cocked to the side and a blank look on her face~
ICE: Well, isn't this interesting.
Johnny: Not that interesting.
~SYNN looks at the crew, panning her head from one side to the other~
ICE: Can we help ya?
~SYNN's voice is low, as if she was trying to stay calm. Her voice didn't crack at all, it was rock steady~
SYNN: "You're in my dressing room."
~Johnny snorts, chugging more of his adult beverage~
Johnny: I knew it smelled fishy in here.
~ICE's head whipped to the side and he stared daggers at Johnny~
ICE: "There is a lady present, show a little respect, would ya!"
~SYNN looked at ICE, pausing for a few seconds, then stared at Johnny with a scowl~
SYNN: "You heard the man. Have a little respect."
~From the other corner of the room, ICE's pudgy pal PJ walks up to the face painted warrior.~
PJ: You're hot and scary. You remind me of my ex-wife.
DEE: You're ex-wife is not hot.
Johnny: But she definitely is scary.
SYNN doesn't seem amused.
~ICE jumps down off the table he was sitting on. He closed the toip to the Yeti cooler~
ICE: Maybe we should talk in the hall, have a little privacy, ya?
PJ: Good idea. Synn and I will step out.
~They both look at PJ~
SYNN: Have you always been a moron? Or is this 'new year, new you?
Johnny: Oh, she fits right in.
~ICE Beckman and Synn walk out of the locker room as the crowd is a buzz~
Smith: What the hell is this all about?
Hood: Wait, the camera isn't following them! Follow them! Don't just cut away!
~The camera cuts back to the arena as the door shuts and the two begin their convo.~
The LEO vs. Dane Preston
~We see some ‘DANE PRESTON’ signs confiscated by OCW security. They are promptly replaced with “LEO!” signs. You know what that means? It’s time to PUT UP or SHUT UP! Will Leo’s WORDS come back to haunt him? Let’s find out~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the PUT UP OR SHUT UP match!!! Will LEO’s Twitter words come back to haunt him? Will Dane Preston SHUT him UP? Or, will THE LEO shock us all by defeating one of the most talented competitors in this industry? Let’s find out! It’s time to PUT UP or SHUT UP.
~“Damn It Feels Good to be a Gangsta” hits and THE LEO steps out from behind the curtain. His fists are taped. He’s sporting a Miami Heat Jason Williams jersey. This draws a massive pop. Leo yells out “WHITE CHOCOLATE!” He has his hat flipped backwards and he heads down the ring...his basketball shorts nearly covering his entire leg. He reaches the ring and rolls in, popping to his feet...’YA BOY!’ he cries out~
Belvedere: From...well, nobody has ever cared enough to ask. He is the social media VOICE of OCW. He is...THE LEO!!
Smith: And there he is...the former sweet, lovable intern turned Twitter Troll. The LEO.
Hood: Hey, if you don’t dig the NEW Leo then you don’t dig, man. You don’t dig.
Smith: Very wise words, Hood.
Belvedere: And his opp-
~Leo steals the mic from Belvedere~
The Leo: Yo yo yo. You take a seat, OLD man.
Smith: Leo is literally, like, 5 years younger than Belvedere.
Hood: Youth is a mentality, Smith!
The Leo: We ain’t gonna give this clown an introduction. Ah HELL no. And if you losers in the back even THINK about playing his music...I’m gonna troll you so hard on twitter you’ll all become janitors.
~Yikes. A fate nobody would ever wish upon their WORST enemy~
The Leo: Yea, that’s right. Let this fool come on down here the way he deserves. Unannounced and unwanted. Dane...GET YO PUNK ASS OUT HERE.
~Everyone turns and watches the entrance~
Smith: Is he here? Is Dane going to PUT UP and SHUT LEO UP?
Hood: Nah. We know he ain’t showing. Dude’s all talk...he just wanted the attention.
Smith: HE’S HERE!!!
~Preston steps out from behind the curtain to a huge pop from the fans! LEO’s eyes bug. He looks like he’s seeing a ghost. Preston takes the moment in for a bit...a true veteran, realizing these types of reactions will, one day, be only a memory. Once he’s allowed it to soak the proper amount, he heads down the ramp toward Leo~
Smith: Uh oh, Leo.
Hood: Shit.
~Dane reaches ringside. Leo is quivering...leaning against the ropes. Slowly, Dane ascends the ring steps. Leo is frozen. Dane walks across the apron. The fans chant “DANE! DANE! DANE!” He looks across the ring at Leo and winks. Leo’s knees get weak, his arms are heavy. Someone near ringside has a tupperware full of Mom’s spaghetti. Dane steps into the ring. Leo lets out a pitiful ‘yelp’~
Smith: And here we go, Leo. You asked for it and you got it.
Hood: Quick, let’s make this a handicap match. Get Plethora out there! NOW!
~Dane approaches the middle of the ring. He motions for Leo to meet him there, like a man. Leo drops to his knees, shaking. We might have to look and make sure Leo hasn’t pissed himself. Dane continues to urge Leo to greet him. The bell rings with Dane challenging a cowering Leo~
Smith: And we’re off! This doesn’t look like it’ll last long, Hood.
Hood: Nope, Leo’s gonna take a hike and, ya know what, he should. This isn’t in his job description!
Smith: He ASKED for this. This is ALL on him.
~Dane takes a step forward, realizing Leo isn’t gonna meet him halfway. Leo immediately rolls out of the ring. The fans BOOOO. Leo reaches under the ring and he searches for stuff, frantically. He grabs something and he THROWS it into the ring at Dane. Dane swats it aside and looks at it like, ‘wtf’~
Smith: Is that a PENGUIN SKELETON?
Hood: Yikes, how did THAT get down there.
~Leo throws something else at Dane...again he knocks it away. It appears to be one of the creepy owl masks from THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS. Leo finally rips out a steel chair. He dives into the ring, his confidence back...he’s got a weapon! He pops to his feet and he swings the chair at Dane! But Dane catches it and EASILY rips it from Leo’s hands! Dane then tosses the chair out of the ring! The fans are going wild~
Smith: Well, THAT didn’t work.
Hood: Leo, you should’ve brought a gun.
Smith: Would he even be able to fire it?
Hood: Probably not...but it’d increase his odds of victory from 0.0 to, I dunno, just plain zero.
~Dane looks down at Leo, shaking his head. He looks out at the crowd as if to say, “Really? REALLY?” Leo reaches into his pocket and he pulls something out...he slings it at Dane. But Dane grabs Leo’s arm and rips...a crudely formed SHANK away! He tosses it outside the ring...he then bitch slaps Leo across the face, sending him falling back into the nearest corner. Dane heads toward Leo, pissed off that he, basically, just tried to stab him~
Smith: Yea, I don’t care how non-threatening...nobody likes to be the victim of a ‘stab’ attempt.
Hood: Unless you’re playing some kind of weird sexual game.
Smith: I wouldn’t know anything about that.
~Leo reaches into his pocket...Dane bearing down on him. Leo pulls out his phone and he yells, “ONE STEP CLOSER AND I WILL EVISCERATE YOU ON TWITTER!” Dane doesn’t stop moving. “I SWEAR TO MYSELF, DANE. I SWEAR IT! I WILL RUN YOU OUT OF THIS GAME!” Dane throws a kick, knocking Leo’s phone out of his hand and to the floor. Leo screams, in a very high pitch, “NOOOOOO!!!!!”~
Smith: He kicked Leo’s phone away!
Hood: Bruh, that’s like taking away Popeye’s spinach!
~Dane snatches Leo by his hair, pulling him off the ground, into the air and to his feet with ease. He hooks Leo’s head, a headlock. He then rubs, scrubs, and fucks with Leo’s hair...treating him like a baby brother. Leo yells, ‘STOP! STOP IT!’ But Dane doesn’t...the fans laugh and cheer~
Smith: Ahaha! Dane humiliating Leo in front of the PROUD AND STRONG
Hood: Fuckin embarrassing! He’s our social media guy! You have any idea how this is gonna make us look?
Smith: Not any worse than LEO makes us look on a daily basis
~Dane tosses Leo onto his shoulders and he walks around, holding Leo up and bending his body in a ‘slight’ torture rack. Nothing too intense...just enough to embarrass and annoy THE LEO. Leo yells out, “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” But nobody shows up. Dane seems to have heard enough of the shrills from his victim...he slings Leo to the mat with a Fireman’s Carry Slam! Leo hits hard! His ululations cease. He writhes around on the mat, slowly...like he’s almost unconscious~
Smith: Even a simple move like that...executed by a man like Dane on a, well, person like Leo can be extremely devastating.
Hood: Leo doesn’t belong in there, man. This could get very bad, very fast.
Smith: Dane’s not gonna let that happen. He just wants to prove a point.
~Scruff sees some fans reaching for the shank Dane threw out of the ring. He’s like “Oh no, can’t have another SHANKING in the crowd.” He dives out of the ring to get it away from the PROUD AND STRONG. Dane grabs Leo by the hair...it’s all but over. Time to wrap things up...point proven. Leo is to pathetic to inflict anymore punishment on...otherwise, things could drift into the realm of ‘sympathetic’ for the antagonist. Bent over, Dane pulls Leo up...but then, the fans rise. Dane knows what that means...something’s afoot...he drops Leo and turns around and UGH! He gets smashed in the guts with a steel chair...the same chair he threw out of the ring!!! Dane doubles over...only to receive an uppercut from the chair by...MOONLIGHT ROSE~
Smith: It’s Moonlight Rose! She’s got the chair!
Hood: Holy shit! She’s beating Dane with it!
Smith: I guess she decided to help Leo after all!
Hood: She’s not helping Leo, Smith. She’s helping OCW. She’s helping THE PROUD AND STRONG!
~The fans don’t know HOW to react. Moonlight rears back with the chair...Dane is on his heels...and CRACK!!! She slugs him in the head with the chair. Dane falls back, to the mat. Rose starts to drag Leo on top of him but she’s like “Nah, need a LITTLE more for this to actually happen.” She heads for the corner and quickly scales it. She’s still got the chair...she jumps around, turning her back to Dane and she leaps off with OTK (Corkscrew Moonsault)!!!! She lands on top of Dane WITH THE CHAIR! The fans gasp!! She quickly drags Leo onto Dane. Scruff, hearing the bump, spins around...Moonlight frantically rolls out of the ring, with the chair. Scruff slides into the ring, he sees Leo pinning Dane...he doesn’t know how THAT happened~
Smith: Don’t do it, Scruff!
Hood: Don’t do what? His fuckin job? Count, man! Count, damnit!
Smith: NO!
~Scruff does what’s in his nature...he hits the mat with his hand~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The fans are in SHOCK~
Smith: NO NO NO
Hood: Haha...PHUCK YUSSSS!!!
~Moonlight reaches in and she yanks Leo out of the ring. She knows that when Dane wakes up, Leo had better be gone. She’s holding onto her midsection...her insides twisted and bruised from the steel chair OTK. But she’s PROUD AND STRONG enough to fight through it~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...THE LEO!!!!!
Smith: I can’t believe it. This is horrible.
Hood: Leo, my man! Let’s give him a shot at Meyhu, what do you say?
Smith: Total joke. Dane was robbed. Absolutely ROBBED.
~Rose drags Leo’s pathetic carcass up the steel ramp, toward the back so he can get medical attention and be removed from Dane’s eventual wrath. The fans shock turns to boos as they HATE what they just saw~
Smith: Dane Preston is a world class performer. A legend in this business. This is a travesty. He’s going to regain consciousness and there will be hell to pay.
Hood: Yea, probably so.
Smith: And the worst part? Leo might escape all of this because Moonlight Rose...for whatever reason, call it misguided youth, decided she had to interject. And now? Well, now she’s going to have to deal with a focused and angry Dane Preston.
Hood: Could also be the opportunity she needs to wake up and grow up. Taking that next step into the main event...a spot Dane Preston has made home for nearly 20 years.
Smith: Well I hate that Dane’s debut was spoiled by such antics but...Classic OCW, baby...I guess. Regardless, Dane is here and he’s not going anywhere. He WILL want revenge on Leo and on Moonlight Rose...and revenge he will get, I’m sure.
Hood: Gonna be wild.
~We cut backstage to find Who’re who is currently pacing back and forth as if waiting for someone who should have already been with her for her to conduct an interview. The ambitious interviewer looks distressed as the cameras are already rolling and on her and she has no interviewee in sight~
Smith: What have you got for us?
Hood: Damn amateurs
~Who’re shrugs her shoulders and sighs as she takes a seat on a nearby travel trunk~
Who’re: I guess it’s back to you guys.
~Just as the cameras are about to cut back to ringside a voice can be heard coming from stage left~
“How rude!”
~Who’re looks quite startled as her eyes turn to the direction of the voice. It is OCW’s newest signing … a woman who simply goes by the name, Glitch. She is quite attractive, with blue hair, wearing sunglasses that just rest atop her head and appear more like some sort of gamer goggles. An open white jersey with a blue tee shirt underneath that depicts various button combinations for video games are paired with cut off denim jean shorts and a colorful, eye popping pair of converse sneakers. To top off the look, she wears black fingerless gloves. Overall she looks like some character out of Fortnite or something. The gamer girl approaches Who’re looking quite miffed as the interviewer is left puzzled~
Who’re: Hello, I’m Who’re … I was supposed to meet with you for an interview …
~Glitch still doesn’t look very pleased as she looks the interviewer over. Though more so she’s looking at the trunk that she’s sitting on~
Glitch: I see, and do you generally just plop about someone’s home to do so?
~Who’re looks even more confused, not knowing what Glitch was talking about~
Who’re: Excuse me? Your … home?
~She slowly stands up and looks back at the trunk~
Who’re: You live in … a travel trunk? What?!
~Glitch folds her arms in a huff, not appreciating the disrespect~
Glitch: I do … now please kindly step away from it. I hope you’ve not damaged anything.
~More bewilderment as Who’re steps away from the trunk~
Who’re: Why do you live in a travel trunk?
~Glitch had quite the theory for this, though it would not be anything that Who’re was prepared to hear~
Glitch: I suspect that my creator thought it a bit hilarious. Mario has his pipes, Donkey Kong his ladders and barrels. And Glitch the traveling gamer girl with her travel trunk. I imagine it a very similar set of circumstances with your name.
Who’re: What do you mean?.
Glitch: Oh come now. Your name is clearly a play on the word whore. I’d imagine your creator got a kick out of it.
Hood: Well I’ll be damned! How did I never figure that one out?! It was right under our noses the whole time!
Smith: This night can’t get any weirder … I hope.
~Who’re looks even more puzzled than before as Glitch had imparted information upon her which could not be fathomed. Information that Glitch as a character in this universe should not have. Information which …~
Glitch: Okay enough. You really are quite annoying, you know that?
Who’re: Who, me?
Glitch: No no … the narrator.
Who’re: Huh?
~Who’re can’t hear what I’m saying. You shouldn’t be able to either. This is wrong on so many levels~
~Now ignoring the brief exchange, Glitch shrugs her shoulders and turns her attention back to the very confused interviewer~
Glitch: Anyway, we were going to do an interview, yes? Actually … hold that thought. I’m kinda thirsty now. I’m going to have a milkshake, you want one?
~Who’re is still quite unsure what to make of this newly introduced talent and simply accepts the offer out of sheer ignorance to what was going on. She cocks a brow as Glitch opens the travel trunk and steps inside, seemingly with no issue despite the fact that the trunk appears to be no larger than her. To the interviewer’s surprise, she can hear the sounds of mixers and other appliances going off. All of these various sounds coming from within the travel trunk. After a few minutes, Glitch steps out of the trunk with two vanilla milkshakes in hand. She passes one to Who’re~
Glitch: Okay, now I am ready for the interview.
Who’re: How … what … where?
~On this night, there would be no interview. Who’re was far too flabbergasted by what had just occurred to know where to even begin. Glitch just sips on her milkshake and imparts a bit of advice onto the puzzled woman~
Glitch: It’s okay … you’ll get it. And if you need some help, just remember. Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start.
~It appears as though Who’re’s head is about to explode as she tries to unravel what Glitch was talking about now. Everything here was an enigma, and one that she certainly didn’t understand. Glitch just chuckles at the confusion~
Glitch: The Konami Code … solves even the hardest of difficulties.
~She smiles once more~
Glitch: Ciao for now!
~She waves as she and her milkshake enter the trunk once again. After a few moments, Who’re is almost certain she can hear a television coming from inside of the trunk. She just looks at the cameras with a blank expression, having not a clue what to say or do here~
Hood: What was that about this night can’t get any weirder?
Smith: Right so … where’s our next contest?
Hood: On the other side of this break!
PIC & TLS vs. Donnie Harris & SYNN
~And these fans are READY. Salivating at the buffet of brutality that’s beating down their baser instincts. Trying for more B’s there but I basically burned out. Bummer. Anyway, it’s time for some tag team action so LET’s GET...to it~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a tag team match! The winners of this match have the option of teaming together against the tag champs at YOU CAN DO IT or each can pick a partner they’d like to team with against the tag champs at YOU CAN DO IT. So...introducing first…
~YEN—Slipknot hits! Huge pop from the fans as SYNN, the current OH SHIT contract holder makes her way down to the ring. She appears to be moving around just fine on that knee she injured back at Decadence. Her demeanor is as unhinged as always. She reaches the ring, holding a briefcase with her OH SHIT contract...slides in and crawls toward the camera, giving us an up close and personal look inside the wild eyes of SYNN~
Belvedere: From Anchorage, Alaska...standing 5’8 and weighing in at 150lbs...she is the OH SHIT Contract Holder...she is...SYNN!!!!
"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...he looks over at SYNN who is now seated on the mat, leaning against the bottom rope. He gives her an eyebrow that indicates he isn’t quite sure what he’s getting in ‘bed’ with...but whatever. Too late for that now~
Smith: The team of Donnie Harris and SYNN.
Hood: Some WEAK ASS BOOKING if I’ve ever seen it!
Smith: Well, I mean, it’s giving Harris a chance to swim with the big fish in OCW. I know management has been working hard with him...trying to get him to take that next step.
Hood: Yep, well, he’s about to see just how deep this pool gets. Good luck to ya, Donnie.
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
~The Friday the 13th theme hits! TLS makes his way from behind the curtain to a strong ovation from the fans. His antics this entire year earning more interest and admiration from the PROUD AND STRONG than years past. TLS heads down the ramp...no OH SHIT contract. No title. Just his long hair. He reaches ringside and stares up at Donnie and then over at SYNN. He shakes his head, new faces, same old shit~
Belvedere: From Parts Unknown...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs...he is a former Ascension Champion and a former Tag Team Champion...he is...The Lost Stran…
~Belvedere is handed something~
Belvedere: Excuse me. He is...THE LOST SOUL!!!!
~Big pop~
Smith: That’s right, fans. He’s SOUL not STRANGER.
Hood: Well, obviously.
Smith: Glad we got that all worked out.
Belvedere: And, his tag team partner…
~The intro to "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA system as the crowd erupts in cheers.~
Belvedere: Now making his way to the ring, originally from Charleston, South Carolina and weighing in at 232 pounts... He is a former Savage and OCW Champion... PIC!!!
~The crowd jumps to their feet and begin to dance and sing along as PIC runs out onto the ramp.~
You, you got a nasty reputation
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!
RAISE YOUR HANDS!
~PIC joins them in singing the verse, then thrusts his first in the air as the first "Raise Your Hands" hits. He then sprints to the ring, past TLS, sliding under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring, where he drops to one knee and gives a double gun salute. He takes a moment to himself, then stands and removes his vest and hands it to the referee.~
Smith: And there’s the former champ wasting NO time in getting back into that ring.
Hood: When you get knocked down you got two options. You can lay there, like a bitch. OR, you can get back up. PIC’s back on his feet. A true champion.
Smith: Awfully nice of you to say.
Hood: Hey, I’m feeling abnormally nostalgic tonight. Might be nicer than usual.
~TLS heads up the steps. PIC looks over at TLS. TLS is like “Nah, bro, you’re good. I’m good.” On the other side of the ring, Donnie sees SYNN crawling toward PIC so he’s like, “Alright, let’s see how this goes.” He takes the apron. PIC turns, staring down at SYNN... and that's when a slightly up-tempo version of Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio begins playing.~
Hood: WHAT!? THE TAG TEAM CHAMPION IS HERE!
Smith: I thought he changed his song strangely right after Coolio's seemingly sudden death..
Hood: I think that was for when he was.. you know.. doing that redemption story thing.
Smith: But now here's out here with other upbeat music.. doing this..
~Sure enough, the cameras turn to see The Big Bifford walking down the main aisle with his OCW Tag Team Championship over his shoulder. He's slapping hands with fans like he's a total babyface.~
Smith: Bifford isn't in this match..
Hood: But he's got some interest, you could say..
~Bifford walks around the ring and over to the announce table and has a seat as the bell rings~
Smith: And here we go!
Hood: Welcome to the table, Bifford!
Bifford: Oh it's great to be here, Hood.. Smith, long time no talk..
Smith: Ughh..
Hood: Why are you here, Bifford?
Bifford: Mostly to be shown on live television in Florida on March 6th 2023 and to note I will be here in Florida all day tomorrow.. I'll be seen in lots of different places. Lots of alibis.
Hood: Fascinating!
Hood: SYNN already doing, I guess, SYNNful things.
Smith: She’s different, there’s no doubt about that.
Bifford: Totally different.
~SYNN slowly crawls toward PIC. The former champ, obviously hyper aggressive and eager to get last Sunday’s taste out of his mouth, slings a kick at SYNN’s head...but SYNN rolls out of the way! PIC misses! SYNN takes him over from behind! PIC rolls through, to his knees...SYNN, though, kicks her legs up and wraps them around PIC’s head and neck! A Triangle Choke!!! The fans rise! But, so does PIC...he yells out, pulling SYNN off the mat. She leans forward, applying maximum pressure. PIC stumbles...but he finally finds a corner and he starts to bash...bash SYNN’s body into the buckles over and over and over and over until she finally lets go! PIC takes a step back, holding his throat, gasping for air while SYNN is hunched forward, her arms draped over the top ropes~
Smith: A very fast, intense start to this one. SYNN nearly goaded PIC into a submission.
Hood: Yea, but PIC responded by not JUST powerbombing her into the mat, like most would have...nah, he beat her senseless in the corner.
Smith: Yep, a very aggressive tactic.
Bifford: You've gotta be aggressive if you're looking to get your hands on these belts..
Smith: Is that what's brought you down here, Bifford? To get a look at the competition.
Bifford: To get a look at The Lost Soul.. he recently accepted a challenge of mine and I'll be pinning him soon..
Hood: I hear you have some of his lost soul..
Bifford: Oh, I do.
~PIC catches his breath and he leans in, snaring SYNN by the throat. He wraps his hands around her windpipe and clamps down. SYNN stares up at him, a wild, unfamiliar look in her eyes as PIC bears down on her, his muscles tense and tight. Scruff, at first, is a little thrown...but he quickly steps in and counts to five...he tells PIC to get off her. In the background, TLS is leaning forward, watching with intrigue. Scruff finally has to step in and pull PIC away. PIC pushes Scruff aside before pausing, his wits coming back to him. The fans murmur~
Smith: Uh oh, that’s not the PIC we’ve all grown to know and adore.
Hood: He’s had a rough week at the office, Smith. Cut the dude some slack..
Bifford: I think whoever was under the Plethora robe at Carpe Noctem had something to do with that..
Hood: That wasn't you, Champ?
Bifford: Negative.
Smith: Frustration boiling over for the former champion.
~Momentary confusion gives way to SYNN’s aggression. She fires out of the corner, leaping onto PIC and taking him down with a Thesz Press!!! BOOM! He hits the mat hard! She stays on top of him, firing forearm shots at his head. PIC shoves her off. She rolls to the side before getting to one knee and leaning into the middle rope. PIC gets to his feet...he turns to face her...she shoots off that middle rope and dives at PIC taking him down with a spear!!! The fans pop!! Tremendous spear!! SYNN then crawls into her corner and tags Donnie into the ring!~
Smith: What a spear!
Hood: No shit. She got some crazy momentum.
Smith: She stayed low, kept all her weight and energy in a tightly compacted area and exploded right through PIC’s midsection.
Hood: I mean, yea, that’s one way to describe it.
Smith: And how would you describe it?
Hood: She, like, fucking speared him, man.
Bifford: Ya gotta do stuff like that when you're in the ring with someone like Pike.
~PIC rolls onto all fours, holding his abdomen...Donnie snares him by his hair and pulls him to his feet. PIC tries to shove Donnie off but Donnie responds with a quick knee into PIC’s chest! PIC coughs and doubles over. Donnie smacks him across the face with a right hand. PIC staggers into the ropes...TLS is nearby but just out of reach. Harris grabs PIC from behind, around the waist...he then tosses PIC down to the mat, holding on...starting to wrap his legs around PIC’s body, looking to lock PIC up in MMA hell~
Smith: PIC’s in trouble. Donnie is looking for something...perhaps a Rear Naked Choke.
Hood: One good choke deserves another!
Smith: I guess.
~PIC fights to keep his legs from behind trapped...he gets them free and sits out! Donnie still has his waist locked from behind. PIC reaches back and grabs onto Donnie’s head...he grabs hold of it like he’s gonna hit a stunner, only he’s seated. He bends down, working Donnie’s head and neck...it weakens Donnie’s position. PIC manages to get to his feet...he drags Donnie along and he suddenly jumps up and kicks off the ropes for SLICED BREAD...but Donnie tosses PIC off of him in mid air! PiC flips over and lands on his feet behind Donnie! Donnie turns around…PIC hits the ropes and BOOM!!! HUGE clothesline from Donnie Harris!! PIC hits the mat, HARD~
Bifford: Ouch.. Pike is down!
Smith: Harris was too quick for the former champ! He nearly took his head off with that clothesline!
Hood: No shit. Harris is shredded, man. That arm has zero body fat on it. Like hugging a fuckin python.
Smith: I would never hug a python.
Hood: Then you should never hang out with Lexi Gold.
~TLS looks on, annoyed at Donnie Harris and his face...and his ears. The man cost him the OCW Title a few weeks back. Speaking of Harris, he immediately hooks a front face lock on the bewildered, thrown former champion. PIC tries to get up but Harris sprawls out, keeping PIC on the mat and in serious trouble. He reaches around, trying to grab onto something...his head completely hidden underneath Donnie’s massive arm. Scruff leans in, trying to get a look on PIC~
Bifford: He's got him here.. Pike should probably just look into the retirement villas down in Palm Beach.
Smith: Donnie once again going for some type of submission here.
Hood: Some type? It’s a front face lock, man!
Smith: Okay, yea, I knew that...I was just saying.
Hood: That’s like these two dudes locking up and you being like “These two opponents reaching for each other in some type of struggle!”
Smith: Leave me alone.
Bifford: Let's focus on the important things.. Pike is about to tap.
~Harris seems to have PIC in dire straits. Scruff looks ready to take action...raise his arm, something. PIC’s upper body is turning a dangerous shade of red. However, the former champ suddenly springs to life in one, final ditch effort to turn the tide...he grabs onto Donnie’s arm and he rolls over!! He breaks free and he winds up on Donnie’s back with an armbar!! The fans go wild!!! PIC’s face is dark red and covered in sweat. He looks relieved to be able to breathe again! He extends his hand and tags TLS into the match as he keeps Donnie down~
Smith: What a move by PIC!
Bifford: I believe it's pronounced Pike.
Hood: People wanna know how that guy went nearly a fuckin year without being pinned? That’s how.
Smith: There are no holes in PIC’s game.
Hood: I mean, it seems being too trusting MIGHT be a hole.
Smith: Oh give me a break, anybody would have trusted Meyhu in that moment. ANYBODY.
Hood: Not Scott Syren.
Smith: Oh, we just had to bring him up, didn’t we?
Hood: Love ya, Scott.
Bifford: He made a hell of a ham.
~TLS steps into the ring and he immediately stomps on Donnie’s head. PIC offers him Donnie’s arm, before exiting...but TLS doesn’t want to do any submissions. He just wants to kick and punch and hurt Donnie Harris. So, PIC leaves and TLS stomps and stomps and stomps on Harris, keeping him down~
Smith: Donnie Harris might be in for a rough stretch here. If you’ll all remember, Harris cost TLS his cash in against PIC aboard the PROUD AND STRONG a few weeks back.
Hood: Yep, he was sore over a hard fought loss, hung around and fucked TLS over allowing PIC the window he needed to survive and retain.
Smith: Probably the closest TLS has ever been to becoming OCW Champion.
Hood: Yep.
Bifford: We all know that day will never come.. and that The Lost Soul will be pinned by me next Monday.
~Harris is taking a beating. So, he reaches out and grabs TLS by the leg. TLS doesn’t pay it much mind, seems like the desperate act of a desperate opponent. But, Donnie is able to pull on it and turns TLS around! He’s fighting...he’s almost got an ankle lock applied...TLS reaches out for the ropes, needing more stability in his base. He snatches the top rope and throws a mule kick with his free leg RIGHT INTO THE FACE of Donnie!! Harris rolls around, holding his face in pain. TLS turns and runs forward, stomping Donnie in his midsection! Donnie flattens out a bit, wincing in pain~
Smith: You have got to be on high alert when you’re in there with Donnie. At ANY moment he can lock in a submission and end things.
Hood: Very dangerous dude, no doubt.
Bifford: Just the most dangerous.
Smith: You know you don't have to just agree with us all the time, Biff..
Bifford: This is what commentary is all about, Smith.
~TLS pulls Donnie up and slings him into his team’s corner. Donnie hits hard. TLS walks forward, eager to dish out some more punishment...but PIC tags himself back in. TLS is like ‘wtf are you doing?’ PIC just steps in and stomps away at Donnie in the corner. TLS looks on. PIC stomps and stomps and stomps until Donnie is seated. He continues stomping...the fans cheering on the violence. Finally, PIC kicks Donnie in the face...the blow appears to knock Harris out. He looks over at TLS...TLS looks over at PIC as if to say, “You gotta calm down.” PIC’s face twists into a frown as he grabs Donnie and yanks him out of the corner. TLS puts his hands up and steps through the ropes, reclaiming the apron. PIC hoists Harris up onto his shoulders~
Smith: Showstoppa!
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do
You're under the gun, out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
Playin' to win
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo