LIVE! March 14th 2022
From Thomond Park
IN Limerick, Ireland
~It’s Monday night and you know what that means...MASSACRE! After a wild weekend of buzzer beaters, upsets, and selection Sunday euphoria or heartbreak, it’s time to return to the norm. It’s time to watch a bunch of half naked psychos attempt to murder each other in front of a bunch of drunk irish people. HELL YEA. Luck of the Violent is two weeks away which means shit is real...very real. SO REAL. So, lets cut to Limerock, Ireland where a sold out crowd is drunk, chanting, singing, and being rowdy as can be because OCW is in town! Massacre begins, NOW~
Smith: Hello fans and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Smith and alongside me, as always is Hood.
Hood: I don’t think my liver can take much more time here in this amazing country.
Smith: Have some discipline, Hood. Drink some water. Here.
Hood: -slaps the water away- Don’t get that near me. You’ll ruin my rep around here.
~Hood looks over his shoulder at a group of exceptionally rowdy Irish people. He gives them a thumbs up and they go wild, chugging beer~
Smith: Whatever. Folks, we’ve got a fun show for you tonight with returns, debuts, and an exceptional main event!
Hood: Just call Kelson Hewitt Mr. Main Event...that’s all he does.
Smith: Indeed. He’ll face Dylan Thomas in tonight’s Main Event.
~Smith pauses, receiving some information~
Smith: Fans I am told that we need to head outside the arena right now. A very special guest has arrived!
Hood: The beer guy?
Smith: I don’t think it’s the beer guy, Hood.
Hood: CAN I GET ANOTHER BEER, HERE?!
Smith: You’re on air, Hood!
Hood: Oh yeah, you’re right Smith. MAKE THAT A DOUBLE WHISKEY AS WELL!
Smith: Anyway! Camera crew are you back there?
~We cut away from Smith and Hood where Dylan and Lissandra are waiting. They turn to the camera crew.
Dylan: OCW Faithful….you join us just in time to welcome our special guest for the evening.
~Just as Dylan finishes talking, a limousine pulls up. Dylan and Lissandra walk up to the back of the limo and, some waiting OCW Faithful scream and swoon as they notice who climbs out of the car.~
OCW Faithful: HOLY SHIT! IT’S HENRY CAVILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lissandra: Yes, yes it is.
Henry: Hello there.
~Henry Cavill spends some time signing some autographs and the A-List couple do the same as the screen fades out back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Superman is in the house!
Hood: Seems kinda rude for Dylan to invite the cinematic Man of Steel when he’s facing the wrestling Man of Steel.
Smith: Dylan’s looking to gain an advantage, Hood...as every competitor should. Celebrities are in the house folks! Stick around as Massacre returns after this quick commercial!
~We cut to commercial~
~We return to Massacre~
Smith: And we’re back!
Hood: Okay, so is it match time?
Smith: Actually, I’m being told that nobody can locate Sugar Valentine.
Hood: Hmm. He’s probably out scouting.
Smith: It appears he’s no showed tonight’s event so I’m receiving word from staff that Easton Alexander has received a win via forfeit.
Hood: Well, that’s one way to get a win. Just handing them out like fuckin candy these days.
Smith: I was thinking we might get our first CANCELLED MATCH of the year.
Hood: We kinda did only a win was handed out. Oh well, CLASSIC OCW, BABY!
Smith: Indeed! Folks, coming up next we will definitely have some in-ring action! Mark Storm returns to the ring and it’s next!
~ Appearing on the screen is Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm. He stands in front of an OCW logo'd backdrop, wrapping tape around his wrist as his manager Gregory Murphy lingers in the background, with a slimy grin on his face. Storm smirks as he looks up at the camera, nodding his head in appreciation to the noise you can hear from the main arena. ~
Mark Storm: You hear that, Greg? That's the sound of the people knowing that Your Hero, and Mine, is about to make a statement.
~ Murphy nods his head in agreement. ~
Mark Storm: The people know that this place has needed a hero for far too long... Ace Sky, I haven't heard any promo package or anything come out of your mouth since our match was announced last week. I can see it now, you're probably shaking in your boots right now in the locker room, because you know everything that I've said, rings true. You're nothing more than a poser Ace and I'm ready to show the fans here in Ireland that... you can try, and try again in a weeks time when we face each other in other promotion, but the result will be the same, buddy.
~ Storm is interrupted by one of the backstage crew, informing him that it's time for him to get to the stage. ~
Mark Storm: The world's about to see why Your Hero, and Mine, is the hottest commodity in the game.
Gregory Murphy: It's showtime, baby.
~We cut to commercial~
Marcus Welsh sits on his office backstage as Bob enters the room. He walks with confidence that borders on being cocky. A man in a suit walks behind him carrying a briefcase.
Marcus: Bob, I really don't have the time nor do I have the patience to deal with your frustrations. I gave The Lockwoods a shot at the tag titles to appease you, They haven't earned it but they got it. I can't bend over backwards for you any more than I already have.
Bob: I'm a legend. I demand to be treated like a legend should be treated.
~Bob turns to his lawyer and they have a muted conversation. The lawyer takes some paperwork from his briefcase and hands it to Bob. Bob slams it down on the desk in front of Welsh. He takes a pen off the desk and clicks it before he hands it over to Welsh. ~
Bob: Sign this. Right now.
~Marcus looks confused. He begins to peruse the papers and shakes his head in disbelief.~
Marcus: What is this? Your killing me Bob. I can't sign this.
Bob: This is my new OCW contract. Sign it.
Marcus: I will never sign a document without familiarizing myself with it.
~Bob grows angry. He turns to his lawyer again. The lawyer hands him an object that the camera cannot make out at first. Bob turns back to Welsh again~
Bob: Your going to sign the f*****g contract Marcus!
~Welsh resists. He gives Bob a weary look and places the pen on the desk and tries to hand the contract back. Bob produces a hammer. It's the same hammer Bob used during his path of destruction in the summer of 2016~
Bob: Welsh, If you don't sign this, I'm going to break every bone in your hands.
Marcus: Bob, come on. Why are you doing this to me? You used to be the guy around here who earned what he got. Where did that Bob Grenier go?
Bob: I'm doing this because I'm Bob Grenier. I built this company. You know it, I know it.. Everyone knows it. I don't have to earn anything around here. SIGN! NOW!
~He drives the hammer into the desk and hands the contract back to Welsh~
Bob: SIGN IT!
~Bob slams the hammer down again and startles Welsh. Bob then locks the door of the office and turns his attention back to Welsh. He proceeds to smash a picture of Scott Syren that hangs on the wall. Welsh looks stunned. Bob is a man possessed. He flips the desk.~
Bob: SIGN THE CONTRACT NOW!
~Welsh still refuses to sign. Bob grabs him by the collar and throws him to the floor. He pins him down and threatens him with the hammer again. Welsh reluctantly takes a pen off the floor and signs the contract without reading it~
Bob: Now Marcus, Was that so difficult? This is gonna be the start of a beautiful partnership, Asshole.
~Bob unlocks the door and leaves. Welsh is in disarray. He mutters to himself that he has to do something about this situation before it goes any further. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Well, that's concerning.
Hood: I know. That picture of Syren was extremely rare. He was 50% sober.
Smith: Not that! I'm talking about Bob having our GM over a barrel, so to speak. I'm not sure the tag division is going to love the reason Welsh named The Lockwoods number one contenders.
Hood: Ah, fuck off. People get named contenders for all sorts of arbitrary shit all the time.
Smith: Still. Bob's good enough and mean enough as it is...with Welsh in his pocket. I don't know. Just doesn't seem to portend great things.
Hood: I'm sure it'll be fine.
Smith: We'll see...anyway, we've been pretty light on the matches so far and I did promise a Mark Storm match.
Hood: YES YOU DID SIR
Smith: So, to the ring we go!
Mark Storm (0-0) vs. Ace Sky (0-0)
~Ace Sky is already in the ring. He’s jumping around and wasting all kinds of energy on shit that has nothing to do with the match. He looks like a guy that’s probably going to get his ass kicked~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen. Ace Sky.
~No reaction~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Short Change Hero by The Heavy begins to play through the speakers and the lights in the arena simultaneously dim down. Smoke begins to rise from the top of the stage and appearing on the screen above are the following words;~
~A massive pop ensues as emerging from the back is Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm; who keeps himself composed as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp. He can't help but allow his sadistic signature smirk to appear upon his lips as he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out wide, soaking in the energy that the audience are giving him as they applaud and cheer~
Belvedere: From New York, Brooklyn.. weighing in a two hundred and twenty five pounds - Your Hero, and Mine.. MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM
~He begins his walk down the entrance ramp, swaggering his way down~
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero
To call "home."
~At this point, Storm is by the edge of the ring; allowing a smile to embed on his face before he jumps onto the apron and holds onto the ropes, using them to help himself up onto the turnbuckle. He's grinning from ear to ear, soaking in the rest of the cheers coming from the audience, shaking his head sideways as he lowers it, before jumping into the ring. He heads over to his designated corner and hoisting himself up onto the second ropes, a smirk upon his lips as he holds his arms up; his theme song slowly diminishing~
Smith: Mark Storm is back!
Hood: Guy waited until we traveled to Ireland to return. He must have a drinking problem.
Smith: Some wild logic there!
~Belvedere exits. Scruff is in the ring. The bell sounds~
Smith: Okay...this seems like it should be pretty straight forward.
Hood: It fuckin better be otherwise all this hullabaloo for Mark Storm will look ridiculous. By the way, nice booking...Ace SKY against Mark STORM.
~Ace Sky yells out “THE SKY’S THE LIMIT!” We’re not sure why...but any words out of him might confuse us given he’s been a fuckin mute since joining. He charges at Storm...but Storm dodges his attack. Sky stumbles into the ropes. Storm charges forward and SMACKS Sky in the head with Shoot to Kill (Bicycle Knee to the head)!!! Sky already appears out. He stands up, stumbling around...Storm slips in behind him, hoists him onto his shoulders and drives him head first into the mat with Heroes End (One Winged Angel)!!!! He makes the cover...the crowd goes wild, counting along with Scruff~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...MARK STORM!!!!!
Smith: Mark Storm with a very easy, breezy victory!
Hood: He took the wind right out of Ace Sky’s sails.
Smith: A thunderous ovation for Storm!
Hood: That match was quick as lightning!
Smith: Let’s flash...flood? To commercial!
Hood: YOU RUINED IT
~Storm is in the ring celebrating. The fans all ecstatic about his return and easy victory. Ace Sky has vanished because nobody cares about what happens to him. Suddenly, the OCWTron flashes to a shot of Sugar Valentine. He’s down, laying in a pool of blood. The crowd gasps~
Smith: HOOD! That’s Sugar Valentine! He’s not missing...he’s
Hood: DEAD
Smith: Uh, I hope he’s not dead. But he’s certainly in bad shape. Somebody beat him up before his match, rendering him unable to compete.
Hood: Now, who would go and do a thing like that?
~Storm stares up at the OCWTron, confused at the horrific image. The crowd rises. Storm spins around to find EASTON ALEXANDER in the ring~
Smith: It’s rookie Easton Alexander!
Hood: The only man on this roster who received a win before stepping into a ring!
Smith: Well, I think we all know who beat up Sugar. But what’s he want with Storm?
Hood: Seriously? You’ve been doing this for 20 years.
~Storm rushes at Easton but he eats a boot to the gut!! Easton hooks Storm’s arms, he hoists him up, spins around and drops him with Cursed Night (Spinning Angels Wings)!!!! The crowd is shocked. Easton pops to his feet and he stares down at Mark Storm~
Smith: I...I guess Easton wanted more of a challenge than Sugar.
Hood: Well, he’s gonna get it. Mark Storm is a main event level talent.
Smith: Indeed.
~Easton yells out “LUCK OF THE VIOLENT!” before stomping on Storm and exiting the ring. The fans don’t know what to make of the newcomer...they haven’t seen enough of him yet. All they know is he laid out one of their favorite wrestlers. Scruff tends to Mark Storm who sits up, dazed...in another dimension right now after suffering Easton’s finisher~
Smith: Easton Alexander wants Mark Storm at Luck of the Violent, Hood. Marcus Welsh said he’d book Mark Storm at Luck of the Violent in a match with title implications. Could Easton be his opponent?
Hood: I mean, that seems to be the direction unless WEAK ASS BOOKING strikes.
Smith: Indeed! What an impact by Easton Alexander! The night is still young folks! We’re gonna cut to commercial and when we come back, Tamika Strader steps into the ring!
~We cut to commercial~
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~Meghan and Tamika are walking through the backstage area and get pops because the youngest one is wearing a Munster Rugby Club jersey and the one with the red lips is in a Shannon FC jersey which both play at Thormund Park Stadium. They are all about a good cheap pop from hometown fans.~
Meghan: Ready for Richard?
Tamika: Richard? I thought it was Robert.
~Suddenly the camera widens out showing The Knifeman in a UL Boehmians R.F.C. jersey garning another cheap pop. He is waving his knife around frantically. ~
Tamika: No, wasn’t Rupert.
~Tamika shrugs.~
Tamika: Ahh who cares. It’s good way to stretch out the ol’limbs!
~She lets her arms go limp and she swings them at Meghan.~
Meghan: You are definitely the weird one.
Tamika: Weird is more fun! Right Knifey?
~That weird toothy mask is on suddenly, pulling a teleporting mask trick. But hey, a Owl Goddess is behind OCW so don’t judge. He zig zags his mechanic and surgery tool Chef Knife in the air in front of him.~
Tamika: See? He agrees.
Meghan: There is no way you understand what he’s saying with that knife. Huh, Knifeman?
Tamika: Just tilt your head right for yes or left for no, buddy.
~Knifeman’s mask is back to normal as he tilts his head to the right signalling Tamika does indeed understand his Knife-Language.~
Meghan: Ya know, I will say… he is pretty great.
~Knifeman is obviously very excited the Cowgirls like him as much as Victoria and Veronica do. We fade back to ringside.~
Smith: Knifeman making friends left and right!
Hood: I don't get it. Guy wears a creepy mask, barely speaks, carries a GIANT KNIFE with him at ALL TIMES and he's the most popular dude backstage.
Smith: He has a lot of charisma, Hood.
Hood: Bullshit.
Smith: Well, I'm a fan. I'm also a fan of this next competitor, who you just saw, she's undefeated and she's looking to continue that streak as she heads into Luck of the Violent with a Craze Title shot. Tamika Strader is in action, next!
Tamika Strader (5-0) vs. Robert Uchiha (0-0)
~Robert Uchiha is in the ring and he’s asking Irish People about Pizza Rolls. He needs his pizza rolls. He’s also very far away from his parents so he has a major sad. Belvedere speaks~
Belvedere: Robert Uchiha, ladies and gentlemen.
~A pitiful ovation...not in noise but a truly pity-filled ovation. These fans feel sorry for this man~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~ The arena lights dim as the OCWTron comes to life, flickering silver and green as “Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts 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...
//We've been here too long
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high\\
Belvedere: Weighing in at hundred and forty five pounds...
~ Tamika steps out from behind the curtain, bobbing her head to the beat. ~
//Cry at night
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah\\
Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...
//Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah\\
~ Tamika reaches the bottom of the ramp and lifts her left fit up in the air, Strader Sneer across her lips. ~
//Yeah, Oh yeah, oh yeah\\
Belvedere: She is one half of the Cowgirls From Hell.... TAMIKA STRADERRRRRRRRR!!!!
//Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair\\
~ 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. ~
//My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah\\
~ Tamika hits the four corners raising her fist up in the air, before finding her corner as she awaits her opponent. ~
Smith: Tamika...another undefeated Strader!
Hood: Do they make them any other way?
Smith: Out of respect for Meghan I’ll say...THEY DO NOT
Hood: Ah, The Great Illuminatus doesn’t count. Everybody lost in that one...except for THE KING, of course.
~Robert Uchiha sees Tamika and is instantly entranced by her beauty. It’s probably because he doesn’t leave the house much and this is the first decent looking non-relative female he’s come into semi-close contact with in years. He rushes forward with his arms extended, looking for a romantic hug...but Tamika grabs him and throws him over with Vroom Vroom Muthaducka (Exploder Suplex)!!! The fans go wild!! Poor Robert. He reaches his feet, confused...Tamika boots him in the gut and drops him with a DDT~
Smith: Robert, you need to speak to a woman first before going in for a hug like that.
Hood: Yes, speak some words and, probably get some words back that aren’t GET AWAY FROM ME
Smith: Indeed.
~Robert is face down. Tamika wastes no time in hopping on his back and swiftly locking him in One Night in Bangkok (Crisscross stranglehold cut throat, with her sitting on her opponents back. She will also lock her opponents ankle up with her legs.)!!!! Uchiha taps out immediately. Scruff calls for the bell~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...TAMIKA STRADER!!!!!
Smith: Quick, vicious, impressive win for Tamika.
Hood: No shit. She not only broke Robert’s heart...but she wrecked his body, as well.
Smith: Indeed. Tamika looks focused and ready heading into her singles title match at Luck of the Violent as she’ll face ROACH for the Craze Title.
~Meghan is watching her sister celebrate on the monitor near Checkers Position (some companies have Gorilla Monsoons and others have Emperor Monkeys with a love of easy women and Miller High Life) when a finger taps her on the shoulder. Meghan turns around and she is greeted by the long silver hair of MAD MAX. Meghan’s red lips curve into a right sided grin.~
Meghan Strader: Don’t worry, we are up next, Maxine.
Mad Max: Can we talk for a moment, Meghan?
~Meghan guides some loose hair in her face behind her before crossing her arms, and nodding to her.~
Meghan: Go ahead, talk.
Mad Max: I’m worried about Victoria, Meghan. This… bouncing back and forth between her and Veronica can’t be good on her mind or her body.
~Meghan sighs.~
Meghan: What’s your point, Maxine?
Mad Max: Can’t you do something as her mom?
Meghan: No, I didn’t raise her. I gave up my parental rights when I gave her up for adoption and they unfortunately are no longer with us. Cara, yes, because of the whole legality of that one but all I know is I want my daughter, whoever she may be so I can’t push either way.
~Maxine knew she was lying; she wants Victoria to be in charge and healthy in mind.~
Meghan: Besides, she’s not even here tonight.
Mad Max: She was earlier.
~Meghan drops her arms and steps forward coming within a couple inches of Mad Max’s nose.~
Meghan: She was?
Mad Max: Yes, and I think it was Victoria but Outcast approached her and I swear I watched the switch happen back to Veronica. It was subtle but that’s what made it terrifying.
Meghan: If that was true, she would be here tearing this place apart looking for her championship and The Lost Stranger.
Mad Max: She knows the only way she is getting it back is at Luck of The Violent but judging by her body language she was going to tear something else up tonight in the form of the OCW champions pants.
~Meghan sighs.~
Meghan: Nothing I can do. Now if you’ll excuse me.
~She goes to push past Max when Tamika leaps up on Meghan’s back and smacks her on the ass before dropping down, putting her arm around staring at Max. Meghan isn’t even phased.~
Tamika: Ladies! Problem here?
Mad Max: No, none.
Meghan: Nothing I can’t take care of in the ring. Come on Meeks, I’m gonna have a smoke before my music hits.
Tamika: Yeah, cause that will help your stamina.
~The sisters walk off leaving a worried looking Mad Max in Checkers Position.~
Check out CJ O'Donnell's Return Promo
"Deal … What Deal … A Return"
Meghan Strader (4-1) vs. Mad Max (0-1)
~Mad Max is in the ring. She’s big. She’s intimidating and she looks way more focused than the other ‘jobbers’ we’ve seen so far~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...Mad Max!
~Max kinda grumbles about not being given a proper entrance or ring announcement but...such is the life of THE JOBBER~
Belvedere: And, her opponent…
~ The arena lights start flickering red and silver with the guitar riff of “Whole Lotta Love” by Sershen&Zaritskaya as the Superman ‘S’ appears on the centre of the OCW tron. The ‘S’ explodes as MEGHAN STRADER flashes and the OCW faithful are on their feet, fists up in the air.~
Belvedere: Introducing First...
//You need cooling
Baby I'm not fooling
I'm gonna send ya
Back to schooling\\
~ The Strader Family Matriarch steps out onto the stage from behind the curtain, looking side to side with her hands on her hips. ~
//A-way down inside
A-honey you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love\\
Belvedere: Weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds... She is the Matriarch of the Strader Clan...
//Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love\\
~ Meghan holds her right fist up into the air as the faithful cheer. She begins her strut down the ramp. ~
Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...
// You've been learning
Um baby I been learning
All them good times baby, baby
I've been year-yearning
A-way, way down inside
A-honey you need-ah
I'm gonna give you my love, ah
I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh\\
~ As she approaches the bottom of the ramp she stops to look all around the arena, breathing it all in. ~
Belvedere: She is the leader and one half of the Cowgirls From Hell...
//Whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
You've been cooling
And baby I've been drooling
All the good times, baby
I've been misusing\\
~ Meghan jumps up from a standing position up onto the apron and snaps her head to left with the Strader Sneer. ~
//Hey!
Alright! Let's go!
Whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Way down inside
Woman, you need, yeah
Love\\
~ The guitar picks back up ramming right into the main riff as Meghan use the top rope to spring herself over throwing both fists in the air with a visceral scream. ~
Belvedere: MEGHAN STRADERRRRRRR!!!!!!!
//My, my, my, my
My, my, my, my
Lord
Shake for me girl
I wanna be your backdoor man
Hey, oh, hey, oh
Hey, oh, hey, oh
Ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh\\
~ Meghan takes her corner, cracking her knuckles preparing for the match. ~
Smith: And here we go!
Hood: Meghan, the only Strader with a loss.
Smith: Hear that, Hood? That’s the sound of dollars disappearing from your next paycheck.
Hood: Damnit!
~Max rushes Meghan. Her size and strength bully Meghan into a corner...but Meghan fights back, she smacks Max with a few forearm uppercuts, sending the gigantic woman stumbling back. Meghan spins around, grabs Max by the head, she runs up the buckles and flips over, dropping Mad Max with Vengeance (Acid Drop)!!! The fans pop!!! Max is down~
Smith: Max tried using her size advantage early on and it backfired!
Hood: Meghan used that aggression against her.
Smith: Indeed...these Straders are dangerous, Hood. You can’t just run in there without a precise plan.
~Meghan grabs Max by the hair and pulls her up...she hooks Max by the head and drops her with Blackened (Sister Abigail)!!!! She makes the cover~
1!
2!
3!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...MEGHAN STRADER!!!!!
Smith: Another decisive win! We’re going to call this…
Hood: Blink or You’ll Miss It Monday.
Smith: Sure, that works. Meghan needed a win simply to keep up with her family. She was falling behind a bit.
Hood: Gonna rename this place SCW...Strader Championship Wrestling!
Smith: Beats Sin City Wrestling.
Hood: Anything beats that place.
~Meghan's celebration is cut short as the camera pans to the big screen as it shows Roach sitting inside a truck smoking a cigar smiling at the camera.~
Roach: What a match you put on there Tekashi!!!!
Smith: Does he think Meghan is Tamika?
Hood: Let’s see where he’s going with this!!!
~Roach takes a puff of his cigar and blows the smoke out~
Roach: See Tekashi, if you put on a match like you just did against me you have no chance at surviving. I’m the most underrated wrestler in this business and no one has really see my full power.
Smith: Yup! He def thinks he’s talking to Tamika!! And why does he keep calling Tekashi???
Hood: They’re sisters aren’t they??? Maybe it’s her porn name????
Roach: Maybe you should ask Alice Knight for some tips. But if you want this Craze championship.
~Roach raises his homemade championship belt~
Roach: You have to beat the champ to be the champ, your going to need all the luck in the world to take this from Me!!! I think it a gamble last week coming out after my match and declaring yourself my opponent at Luck of the Violent. I don’t know you and you don’t know a thing about me, all I know is that we have a date on March 27th and only one of us will be getting lucky that night!!!!
~Roach winks and smiles~
Roach: Grab me another beer!!!!
~A woman’s head pops up from Roaches crouch area as the screen cuts out~
Smith: Is that what I think was happening????
Hood: Rules of the road buddy!!!
Smith: Well that’s disgusting. The man's so drunk he can't even tell which Strader he's facing at Luck of the Violent.
Hood: Classic OCW, baby!
Smith: He'd better get it straight because Tamika is coming for him at Luck of the Violent...less than two weeks from tonight! Alright fans, let’s all wash our eyes out after that filth. Commercial break and then more Massacre when we return!
~There’s a shot of a very confused, disgusted Meghan standing in the ring. We fade out on that as we cut to commercial~
Check out Dylan Thomas' Promo
"A return to Ellen DeGeneres"
~The camera fades backstage and you see Alice Knight standing with a red Rose in her hand. She is staring at the rose as a hands touches her shoulder. Alice gets startled and you can in her eyes that something has changed. Her mood goes from calm to psycho in a flash of an eye. Alice turns around with her fist clenched and decks the person square in his face. Alice immediately covers her mouth as it’s like she didn’t want to do that. As the camera pans out a bit you see “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell rubbing his face. He checks his mouth to see if that punch gave him a busted lip~
CJ O’Donnell: So glad we got that out of the way. Next time use your entire body when you throw a haymaker like that and not just your upper body. You would of had a lot more force behind it.
~Alice immediately touches his lip checking his mouth checking if CJ is ok. He is. She jumps back a little embarrassed~
Alice: Classic sexy CJ O'Donnell. Still teaching me how to punch... among other things. Listen stud, I am mad at you! Like for reals.
~CJ still rubbing his lip~
CJ O'Donnell: Yeah? Why is that?
Alice: Well... where do I start? You sending me creepy roses. Telling me I am stagnant here in OCW? What the hell, bub! Yes, i those little pecker heads, Draver's attacked me. BUT ONLY TO GET HEAT with me and the world. And don't worry about Gilbert. He's just a kid looking for a nice gesture for his idol. Look, I get it. I am NICE! Too Nice! I am sick of hearing about it.
~Alice sighs~
Alice: But yes, I suppose the rose. This sharply thorny rose was a wake up call. There! Happy? CJ was right!
CJ O’Donnell: I said those things to get your attention. To make sure you are listening because let’s face it sometimes Alice you zone out. I know you are in your own little world at times and people may not fully get you but I DO! People are still talking over that picnic we had years ago. Something so simple yet haters are gonna HATE …
~A smirk begins to form on The Distinguished One’s face~
CJ O’Donnell: When aren’t you right Alice?
~Alice nods her head agreeing with that statement CJ just said~
CJ O’Donnell: You are a woman who can have absolutely anything she wants in OCW. People are afraid of you because the unexpected always occurs when you step inside that ring. They can not study tape on you because none of your matches are never the same. As far as Gilbert goes you don’t need to be associated with someone like him. He is still waiting to hit puberty and someone like him will only drag you down. Stop trying to make everyone else happy. What would make you happy?
~Alice rubs her chin, doing some serious thinking~
Alice: What would.... make... me... happy?
~Alice covers her face, still in serious though~
Alice: To please people? Or for me personally?
CJ O'Donnell: You, baby. All you...
Alice: I'd like, every child to have a smile on their face... um, like world peace...
CJ O'Donnell: Alice...
Alice: Like, no more war? Um... the ending of slaughtered animals... free speech to everyone...
CJ O'Donnell: ALICE! Girl! Be honest... be you. What does make the great Alice Knight happy....
Alice: ...
~Alice thinks again putting her head down. CJ nods as he uses his hand to lift her chin up to make eye contact with him~
Alice: Well... I try... I try real hard to make everybodyt happy. Men, women, children, animals, heck, even midgets. But all they want is an Alice 'HOOT' chant. Or like a cute selfie picture with me? What am I? A circus clown? I just want to be happy. Not the joke of the wrestling business. Not the joke of the community. Not just some chick trying to get her swerve on. I want it all. I want it all. AND I WANT IT NOW!
~CJ thinks he heard that before. Alice shrugs~
Alice: Yeah that's from a Queen song. But seriously. I just want to be respected. That would make me happy... what would make you happy, Mr. Distinguished?
CJ O’Donnell: Right now … you being my tag team partner to face the Draver Boys next week … I want you to be true to yourself. I want the _real_ Alice Knight to shine bright like a diamond. I want us to take over the OCW. You see I came back to this wonderful ring not for titles or accolades. I returned to finish what The Aptitude started when they first arrived. We got off track because EGOS got in the way. But that story is for another time … Will you be my partner Miss Knight?
~Before Alice can answer CJ puts his finger over her mouth. Alice looks as if she is going to bite it and CJ slowly removes his finger~
CJ O’Donnell: Sorry I forgot one thing … I want you to answer this honestly. What does Alice Knight want? Forget about the fans. Forget about the children. Forget about politics. Forget about everyone else but yourself. Just for one moment. What do you want?
~Alice ponders the question knowing CJ is serious and not wanting a usual jokey response~
Alice: Well ... I guess what i want is... respect. Power. To be on top. Not just of OCW. Not just in this business. But the world, chico. I want the world. Too much... simple... I just want another run as.. the OCW Champion.
~CJ nods feeling the serious side of Alice~
Alice: Also... i wouldn't mind my lipstick on your teeth once more. But as for the Dravers'. They do need a spanking. I'll do my best not to let you down if you want me as your partner...
CJ O’Donnell: You could never let me down. As for the other request …
~CJ pushes the camera out of the way. The camera hits the ground as you see CJ standing in front of Alice. You can this because the camera catches the sneakers and boots of Alice and CJ. In the blink of an eye Alice’s boots are no longer on the ground. Where did she go? The camera man picks up the camera and sees Alice and CJ in a lip lock that is definitely not PG. Alice sees the camera trying to get a free show and she puts her boot through the lens cracking it to pieces. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Ugh. Why, Alice, WHY?? Anybody but him!
Hood: Vargas?
Smith: Okay, anybody but those two!
Hood: Roach?
Smith: Ya know what, my dear Alice...just stay away from everyone on the OCW roster, PLEASE
Hood: Too late. CJ is back and they're making up for lost time. I wish I could say this makes me like her more but it doesn't...I just hope CJ doesn't become homeless and start living with cats.
Smith: Ahh...the good old days. Anyway, CJ wasting no time heading straight for what he wants. I guess there's something admirable about that.
Hood: Hey, no need to fuck around.
Smith: He'll return to the ring later on tonight. In the meantime, we move from one lothario to another as the self proclaimed SEXIEST MAN ALIVE steps into the ring. PerZag is in action and it's next!
PerZag (5-1) vs. Zeus (0-3)
~Zeus is in the ring. He doesn’t look very happy. Clearly still smoldering over losing to THE MOP a few weeks back~
Belvedere: Zeus, ladies and gentlemen!
~The crowd laughs. Zeus spins around, trying to threaten them...but they saw him lose to a mop so they don’t feel threatened at all~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~All the lights in the arena turn off, taking the whole building into darkness other than the lights from mobile phones being waved around by members of the crowd. The beginning of 'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons starts to play as the lights turn on showing PerZag standing at the top of the stage. He faces away from the ring, wearing a blue robe with the back of it saying 'WORTHY'.~
~He turns around to face the ring as most of the crowd starts cheering for him and he walks down the rampway, to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and steps through the middle ropes into the ring before standing in the centre. PerZag stares out towards the crowd until he drops the robe, showing his amazing bod' for the world to see~
~PerZag flexes his biceps before placing his hands on his hips and flexing his pecs. After some wolf whistles being heard from the women in the audience, and the occasional man, PerZag walks towards a corner and starts to stretch, readying himself for the match ahead of him~
Belvedere: From Benalla, Victoria, Australia...standing 6’5 and weighing in at 216lbs...he is a former OCW Champion and in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is...PerZag!!!
~Belvedere exits. The bell sounds~
Smith: And here we go! PerZag back in action...singles action!
Hood: I was about to say...we saw His Worthiness last week!
Smith: Indeed we did.
~Zeus calls to the heavens. He’s looking to pour down some lightning onto PerZag. He looks up, hands in the air and then...SMASH!!! He’s CRUSHED by a splash from PerZag, smashing him into the corner!!! PerZag hoists Zeus up onto the top buckle...he climbs up there, hooks Zeus and leaps off with a Top Rope Suplex that generates tremendous height and force...yet executed with tremendous fluidity. They SLAM into the canvas. PerZag kips up back to his feet and spins around, staring down at Zeus~
Smith: Well, PerZag looks in tremendous shape.
Hood: Zeus asked for the thunder and he got it.
Smith: That he did.
Hood: The Thunder from Down Under!
Smith: Something like that.
~Perzag pulls Zeus up and tosses him onto his shoulders. He cranks down and wrecks Zeus’ body with Sexy Neutraliser (Torture Rack)!!!! Zeus yells “I QUIT HOLY SHIT LET ME OUT OF THIS I’M GOING TO DIE!!!” Scruff calls for the bell, it rings. PerZag tosses Zeus over with an Attitude Adjustment for good measure, rendering him a useless mas atop the mat~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...PERZAG!!!!!
Smith: Tremendous win for PerZag who...seems to be dateless for Luck of the Violent.
Hood: As of now but I’m sure Welsh will throw a few slapdash matches together at the last second.
Smith: Yea, probably.
Hood: Classic OCW, baby!
~Marcus Welsh is hanging out by the water cooler chatting with Greg and Cap Slock~
Marcus Welsh: Yea, totally destroyed my office. That’s why I’m out here discussing topical topics with you guys.
Cap Slock: I LOVE TOPICAL TOPICS SIR
Greg: Were you able to save by broach, Marcus?
Marcus Welsh: I don’t know, Greg. I fear the broach may be gone.
~Greg sniffles. Cap Slock consoles him~
Cap Slock: AT LEAST WE STILL HAVE THAT VINTAGE HALF SOBER SCOTT SYREN PHOTO WHICH IS WORTH TWO AND A HALF BITCOIN.
~Welsh’s eyes widen as he takes a sip of water...he doesn’t have the heart to tell them. Suddenly, a door belonging to a janitor’s closet opens. As it does, a man looking very futuristic steps out~
Marcus Welsh: Umm, hello? Were you hiding in that janitor’s closet the entire time?
~The futuristic looking man looks around, confused. He’s wearing very futuristic and/or 80’s shades~
Future Man: I have no idea what a janitor is so I’m not going to answer the question. I have been sent by The Great and Powerful Poblano to deliver this message.
~Welsh, Greg, and Cap Slock are like ‘OH SHIT’. Marcus grabs a metal envelope and slowly opens. A tiny hologram of Poblano appears. He’s laying across a couch, naked...his owl statuette covers his privates~
Poblano: Hello Welsh. Hehehe. Welcome to part two of our rendezvous.
Greg: I don’t like the tone of this man, Marcus. I wish I could slap him.
Marcus Welsh: Take it easy, Greg. Your blood sugar.
Poblano: I’ve made my decision. I have selected Bob Grenier as the wrestler who will fight for me.
~The crowd boos. Welsh shakes his head~
Marcus Welsh: Of course you do.
Poblano: And, as for the wrestler who will represent you...I’ve done you a favor. I’ve selected a man known around the world as a fitness guru. A man who stands tall above all else.
~Welsh gets his hopes up~
Poblano: I’ve selected...DADBOD!
~The fans kinda pop...but the smart ones boo~
Marcus Welsh: What?! DADBOD? Nothing against Dadbod but, seriously? He can’t beat Grenier!
Poblano: If Dadbod can beat Grenier, then Zybala is free to compete for the OCW Title. If not, Zybala can never, ever compete for the OCW Title. See you at Luck of the Violent, Marcus.
~The message ends. Future Man turns and opens the janitor’s closet, leaving a very dejected Marcus behind. Upon doing so, he finds that there is no portal~
Future Man: Oh. Oh no.
Marcus Welsh: What?
Future Man: I seem to have forgotten my owl. I can’t get back without it.
~He looks to Marcus for guidance but Marcus, annoyed by everything shows him none. Instead, he motions for security to drag Future Man out of the arena~
Marcus Welsh: So long, Future Man.
~Welsh is now left to ponder what odds, if any, Dadbod may have against Bob Grenier. We cut to commercial~
Check out Kelson Hewitt's Promo
"ROLE MODELS | 003"
’The Distinguished’ CJ O’Donnell (0-0) vs. Jack Puffer (0-1)
~Jack Puffer is in the ring. We’re all happy to see that he’s alive and well (for now)~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...Jack Puffer!
~Puffer raises a very curious eyebrow, much to the crowd’s delight. By far the most over Jobber of the evening~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~"Kings Never Die" by Eminem hits! The people of Ireland stand and cheer as one of their own, CJ O’Donnell makes his way to the ring. He may be a heel...arguably the biggest in OCW history, but tonight he’s a rockstar among the people~
Smith: A heroes welcome for CJ O’Donnell!
Hood: So glad he’s back...CJ is the man!
Smith: These fans aren’t arguing that premise.
~CJ reaches the ring and calmly walks up the steps. Puffer looks around like “Holy shit, what did I get myself into.” The people of Limerock sing along to the lyrics of CJ’s song...all drunk and merry and happy to be seeing their boy back in an OCW ring~
Belvedere: From Boston, Massachusetts...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs...he’s BACK! Ladies and Gentlemen… “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!!!!
~The music dies and the fans chant “CJ! CJ! CJ” as he stands in a corner, eyes shut, soaking in the moment~
Smith: This is one of the loudest ovations I can ever remember hearing.
Hood: Irish people are loyal, Smith. To a fault, sometimes. They’re backing CJ all the way!
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits. Puffer makes his way toward the center of the ring. Slowly, CJ’s head rises and he locks eyes with Puffer. He saunters toward The Good Detective. Puffer extends a hand...but CJ slaps it away and drills Puffer in the face with a straight right hand!!! Puffer spins around, CJ takes him from behind and tosses him on his head with a German Suplex! The Irish fans go wild~
Smith: CJ isn’t messing around! He’s got that same edge which vaulted him to the top of OCW in 2017!
Hood: Dude looks fuckin awesome!
~Puffer tries to get up, but CJ is already on his feet...he begins to kick Puffer. Swift, stiff kicks into the body, weakening joints, muscles, and movement. Puffer yells out after each stinging kick, dropping to the mat and reaching for the impacted area~
Smith: Some vicious kicks. CJ is torturing Jack Puffer.
Hood: Yea man, some people throw kicks and punches around with arbitrary intent. Not CJ. Each kick has a purpose.
Smith: Indeed
~Puffer struggles getting to one knee. He’s wincing...he’s reaching for his midsection...the man is wrought with pain. CJ backs up...he charges forward and he crashes into the side of Puffer’s head with IRISH KNOWLEDGE (Running Single Leg High Knee)!!!! Puffer flips onto his back, unconscious! Limerock goes wild!! CJ makes the cover...the fans count along~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...“THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!
Smith: Wow, impressive win for CJ.
Hood: Yea, I mean he was expected to win...BUT, he looks like he’s already in midseason form, as they say.
Smith: TIO had better muster up his ‘A’ game because CJ O’Donnell looks as good as ever.
Hood: No shit.
~The screen cuts to backstage and the crowd gives a huge pop as TLS is spotted with what what looks to be a contract. He places the paper against a wall and signs his name on the dotted line. An unnamed OCW official is beside him. The camera zooms in quickly , and seed the words " transatlantic" in bold letters, and also " leprechauns" italicized and underlined. TLS folds the paper and places it in an envelope. He hands the envelope to the OCW official, then walks away~
Hood: Did TLS just make it official?
Smith: Did you see something about leprechauns in that contract?
Hood: I did. Maybe we will find out more next week.
Smith: Knowing TLS...I think we might be better off in the dark on this one, Hood.
Hood: I don’t like the dark. It’s scary.
Smith: Grow up. But, fans, it appears as though TLS has made it official. Sounds like we're going to get TLS taking on Veronica Strader for the TransAtlantic Title at Luck of the Violent!
Hood: Bye bye undefeated streak!
Smith: Well, we'll see about that! Folks, we’re gonna take a commercial break and when we come back, Massacre rolls on!
~We cut to commercial~
~We return to Massacre~
Smith: Fans, I’ve been told that our tag match has officially been deemed a CANCELLED MATCH
Hood: YES! Our First Cancelled Match of the year!
Smith: Both teams failed to show and, thus, will be rewarded with a very spooky dock in pay.
Hood: So spooky.
Smith: I don’t know what this means as far as The Lockwoods are concerned. Just another example of why those two should NOT be the #1 contenders for the Tag Titles.
Hood: But, they are. So get over it.
Smith: Anyway...I don’t really know what we’re going to do for the rest of this segment as…
~Room of Angel by Akira Yamaoka begins playing and the lights go out. A single spot light shines in the aisle as Plethora the Perilous walks out, accompanied by Earl the Popcorn Salesman, Kenny the Intern, and Boris the Cannibal. He slowly makes his way to the ring, his long cloak flowing in wind that shouldn't logically be there.~
Hood: This is a big and scary stranger..
Smith: Isn't it kinda.. convenient.. that as Bifford disappeared from the public stage, his managers show up here representing a new guy with a face that we cannot see, who looks vaguely the same size as Bifford?
Hood: I don't think we are supposed to ask questions like that..
Smith: I am here to ask the hard questions, Hood!
Hood: You might find yourself on the wrong side of that scythe.
~Plethora reaches the ring and steps inside, accompanied by his henchmen. Plethora walks to the side of the ring closest to the announcers and just stares at Smith - only his dead gray eyes visible under the cloak.~
Hood: You are in so much trouble.
Smith: ...
~Kenny the Intern is handed a microphone and holds it to his mouth. He begins speaking and his voice is like nails on a chalkboard - high and whiny.~
Kenny: I have a script given to me by Bif.. Plethora the Perilous and I will read it now..
~Kenny fiddles with a piece of paper, which appears to have red crayon scribbled all over it.~
Smith: Red crayon.. I know someone else who used to use that..
Hood: He's looking right at you Smith.. better be quiet.
Kenny: Since no acceptable challenger for Plethora's OCW Title Shot has been identified, he has decided to issue a challenge of his own.
~The crowd boos.~
Kenny: Plethora has been given this title shot by OCW management to satisfy his bloodlust and to recognize his many accomplishments in The Great Illuminatus. He does not need to put it on the line, but has chosen to do so.. and he has chosen to do so to honor an OCW Hall of Farmer: The Big Bifford. When Bifford was in GCWA, he was granted a GCWA Title Match and agreed to put it up in a match of his own accord.. Plethora is following this noble tradition.
~The crowd boos even louder, chanting "bullshit"~
Kenny: So Plethora will issue an OPEN CHALLENGE to any of the MORTAL ENEMIES of OCW Hall of Farmer The Big Bifford... not just anyone can accept it. Only the mortal enemies...
~A faint Silverfreak chant starts somewhere in the back rows.~
Kenny: Wow you guys have been watching this product for a long time if you remember that has-been..
~Plethora is just still staring right at Smith.~
Hood: He doesn't like you, Smith..
Kenny: Those mortal enemies are Dangerous Dan, Duce Jones, Alice Knight, The Lost Soul, Mario Maurako, Lurrrrrrrrr...
~The chants of Silverfreak increase.~
Kenny: Yes, or SILVERFREAK!
~The crowd goes nuts for a wrestler who probably hasn't wrestled since most of them were born.~
Kenny: Whichever one.. or ones.. of those mortal enemies of Bifford accept Plethora's challenge will fight for Plethora's OCW Title Shot in April. If multiple accept the challenge, it will be a three-way, four-way, five-way, etc.. Plethora fears NONE of Bifford's mortal enemies.
~The fans continue booing as the annoying man continues reading from the crayon-laced sheet.~
Kenny: If Dangerous Dan, Duce Jones, Alice Knight, The Lost Soul, Mario Maurako, Lurrr, and Silverfreak are all cowards and do not show up, Plethora will provide his own opponent.
~Plethora climbs out of the ring and walks up to the announce table, staring Smith down. Smith looks as white as a ghost.~
Kenny: If those cowards don't show, Plethora will go and get Smith, and will wrestle him in the middle of the ring.
~Plethora raises his hand and points at Smith.~
Smith: W... wh... why me?
Hood: It's just a match, Smith...
~Plethora shakes his head and raises his hand to the place where we would assume his throat was, and slices across it with his finger.~
Kenny: Plethora will wrestle Smith if none of Bifford's mortal enemies have the balls, or whatever Alice has - ovaries?, to face him at Luck of the Violent. But that's not where Smith's journey ends..
~Plethora takes a step closer and is pressed against the announce table. Smith looks terrified.~
Hood (whispering): He's not gonna kill you tonight, he has PLANS for you.
Kenny: Plethora will then go on to fight either Outcast or Chad Vargas in April for the OCW Championship.. Outcast, of course, only has a win over Plethora because Plethora had been through hell in the Great Illuminatus before fighting him... and Chad Vargas, I am proud to remind you, is a winner of the 2019 Goldfish and Baby Turtle Elimination Match. February 25th 2019 Massacre, go back and watch it on YouTube. Anyway, after Plethora has decimated and pinned either Outcast or Vargas... then the next part of the plan will be executed...
~Kenny does a dramatic pause.~
Kenny: Plethora will kill Smith live after the match has completed and a new era in OCW Commentary will begin.
~The fans quiet, shocked at what they're hearing.~
Smith: What... did..I... do?
~Plethora raises his new scythe, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, and brings it crashing down onto the announce table. The scythe breaks in half and the sharp end goes flying and lands in the chest of a stagehand, killing him immediately. The camera breaks away quickly.~
Smith: It's a real scythe... I could have died...
Hood: Not yet.. he's got plans for you. PLANS, SMITH!
~Plethora turns and begins walking toward the ramp.~
Kenny: Dangerous Dan, Duce Jones, Alice Knight, Mario Maurako, Lurrr, Silverfreak... the future of OCW is in your hands. Plethora cannot be stopped unless one of you finds the courage to try. Smith cannot be saved unless one of you finds the courage to try. This is the end of the current era - the next era is a lot scarier. The Era of Murder is coming!
~Room of Angel begins playing again as Kenny, Earl, and Boris exit the ring and meet Plethora on the ramp~
Plethora is willing to put his OCW Title Shot at the April PPV on the line against Dangerous Dan, Duce Jones, Alice Knight, Mario Maurako, Lurrr, or Silverfreak. Any of them are free to post one single 3000 line RP. If more than one RPs, it will become a multi-person three or four way match. If nobody RPs against Plethora, he will wrestle against announcer Smith.
Smith: Will one of the legends step up to the plate? PLEASE?!
Hood: Haha now is the time for Alice to actually save your ass. All that hyping you do for her...you think she's gonna step up and save you? I don't.
Smith: She absolutely will! You watch!
Hood: She's gonna leave you out to dry, Smith. Because she's fuckin evil!
Smith: Even if the impossible happens, I'm sure I'll be okay. OCW wouldn't let that MAN get his hands on me.
Hood: How much you making these days? Pretty hefty salary for a guy who sits there and states the obvious, don't ya think?
Smith: Let's change the subject. I'm feeling nauseous.
Hood: Pussy.
Smith: And, I’ve been told that this segment has officially killed the chances of Tony the Spider and BALD. Apparently there was a very real chance they were going to face Plethora at Luck of the Violent.
Hood: That is SO NOT Classic OCW.
Smith: Well fans, we’ve reached that point in the program. Our main event is moments away...let’s take a quick commercial break and when we return, Dylan Thomas will take on Kelson Hewitt!
~We cut to commercial~
Check out Tamika's Luck of the Violent Promo
"My Own OCW Merchandise? You Gotta be Shirtin' Me!"
~Dylan is backstage in the A-List locker room with Lord Allton and the boys. Everyone but Dylan is embroiled in chit-chat. Dylan is doing a final warm up before his match near the door when there is a knock at the door. Dylan opens it~
Henry Cavill: Hi, Dylan.
Dylan: Henry! So good of you to come to the show! How are you liking it so far?
Henry: It’s been an exceptional night. I don’t get to watch OCW much but… I couldn’t resist it when you and Lissandra invited me.
~Lissandra turns her head at the mention of her name and the rest of the A-List Family finally take note of who is standing at the door~
Dylan: Well, don’t just stand there, come in…
~Henry Cavill enters and sits down on a nearby chair. Lord Allton is agape~
Lissandra: Uh, Rob?
~Lissandra puts her finger on Allton’s chin, shutting his mouth. She turns back to Cavill~
Lissandra: Good to see you, Henry. This is….
~Allton shakes his head coming back to the real world~
Allton: AHEM! My apologies, Mr. Cavill. Lord Allton. Would you care for some tea? I had PG Tips flown all the way from England. The United States stuff just isn’t the same.
Henry: Thanks but no. I really should get back to my seat. What with Dylan’s match coming up next and all.
Allton: I quite understand.
~Allton smiles. Henry Cavill stands up, shaking Lord Allton’s hand. Dylan finishes his warm up and opens the door~
Dylan: Come on, Lissie and I will walk you out.
Allton: Enjoy the rest of the show, Mr. Cavill. Dylan?
~Dylan turns back to face Lord Allton~
Allton: Break a leg.
~Dylan smiles, shutting the door as he, Lissandra and Henry Cavill all walk through~
Henry: I hope he doesn’t mean that too literally.
Lissandra: It’s the wrestling business Henry.
Dylan: Part of the territory.
~The scene fades out back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Wow! Henry Cavill! Is there anyone that Dylan and Lissandra don’t know from Hollywood?
Hood: Probably not. Dylan once introduced me to a few Hollywood hookers too.
Smith: I highly doubt that.
Hood: Wait, was it Dylan? I’ve had a bit to drink.
Smith: It was more than ‘a bit’, Hood.
Hood: It’s Ireland! It’s the law to get drunk off your ass here!
Smith: Folks, it’s Main Event time! TO THE RING!
Dylan Thomas (11-5) vs. Kelson Hewitt (1-1)
~The fans are eager. They are ready. They are a perfect blind of wet and hard. It’s time for tonight’s main event~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!!! Introducing first…
~The lights go down to a grey, blue-ish steel color as the heart-pumping beat of "No One Like You" by Scorpions hits the speakers. Everyone and their grandmother is up on their feet in anticipation for their hero, their warrior, Kelson Hewitt, to make his way to the stage. Many whip out their phones, hitting "RECORD" in hopes of getting views on the internet for the man they paid a ticket for. Their prayers are answered as "The Man Of Steel" walks out through the curtain with a smirk on his face, rolling his wrists in anticipation for the big fight ahead of him. He dawns his signature tights, each side emboiled with a silver "KH", while he sports a sleeveless jacket that on the back reminds of the others in the back of his moniker. He wastes little time walking down the stage and onto the ramp, where he casually high fives his fans... no, his people, appreciating their respect for his heroism to fight their battle. His eyes lock with the ring he was born to be in, and he makes his way to the steel steps as his name is announced~
Belvedere: From Nashville, Tennessee...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 201lbs...he is ‘The Main of Steel’...he is...Kelson Hewitt!!!
~Now that the world was reminded of the nickname Kelson has, it's time for him to make it mean something. He walks on the steps, stepping up on the second rope near the corner, and reaches out a singlehand with his fingers extended, feeling the energy of the crowd before leaping down to the canvas. Off went his jacket, being handed too a local member of security. Kelson stood his ground at his corner, getting in a few final deep breaths as he awaits Dylan Thomas~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The opening bars of 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy play over the PA system and fans in attendance begin to stand with a subtle 'DT' chant. After a few moments the curtain jerks and through it steps everyone's favourite Hollywood A-Listers arm in arm. Dylan and Lissandra share a kiss at the top of the ramp before nodding and waving to the chanting crowd, grins never leaving their faces. They then make their way down the ramp high-fiving lucky nearby fans. A few Dylan Section members near the front row even get a few photos. Dylan walks Lissandra up the ring steps, hopping up onto the apron, afterwards. He holds open the ropes and she kisses him as she climbs through them. Dylan leaps up onto the nearest corner, raising his arms, still with a huge grin while Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man and applauding. As the cheers begin to die down, Dylan helps Lissandra out of the ring, and then looks to the rampway doing a final warm up.~
Belvedere: From Hollywood, California...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 225lbs...he is ‘Perfection Personified’...he is...Dylan Thomas!!!
~The fans go wild. Thomas acknowledges their support with a humble bow. Belvedere exits. Scruff calls for the bell. It rings...the fans are on their feet~
Smith: And here we go! It’s Main Event time! Any predictions?
Hood: Kelson’s gonna bounce back. I heard a rumor he invested in a steel cup to protect his balls. He’s got this.
Smith: Really leaning into that Man of Steel gimmick, isn’t he?
Hood: Whatever it takes to hold on to that ‘man’ part of the nickname.
~With excitement in the air the two eager competitors size one another up. Neither looking to take a short cut or cheap shot...both men excited to find out who the better wrestler, on this night, will be. The crowd pops upon seeing the warriors lock up!! Dylan snares an immediate side headlock...but Kelson is quick to shoot him off into the ropes...Dylan bounces off...Kelson jumps up for a dropkick but Dylan hangs on!! Kelson hits the mat, holding his back in pain~
Smith: Professional start to this one. Dylan showing the veteran ring presence he’s known for by holding onto that rope, avoiding an attack.
Hood: Professional start? You dogging Veronica?
Smith: No, I’m not ‘dogging’ her.
Hood: But you’d like to, right?
Smith: I would never!
Hood: So, you think she’s dog faced?
Smith: Let’s move on, please!
~Kelson immediately swings to his feet, ignoring the pain, realizing he’s in a precarious position. Dylan, however, doesn’t pounce...instead he marches around Kelson, slapping his shoulders and working his arms back and forth. Kelson smiles, acknowledging that Dylan one upped him on that sequence. Dylan leans in and they lock up a second time! This time Kelson snares a side headlock...Dylan shoots Kelson into the ropes. Kelson hangs on! Dylan, anticipating this, runs in with a clothesline...but Kelson ducks and hoists Dylan over the top rope and to the outside!! He lands hard! Lissandra rushes over, checking on Dylan~
Smith: Kelson showing a high IQ there. He could have simply held onto the ropes, suffering the clothesline of Dylan. But he thought ahead.
Hood: I’ve said it. You’ve said it. Alex Jones has said it. Kelson is a future star!
Smith: I’d prefer if you left me out of the ‘Alex Jones Tier’
Hood: Well, you’re no fun.
~Dylan gets to his feet, Lissandra clutching his arm, asking if he’s okay. He looks up at Kelson, who remains in the ring. He cracks a half smile, rotating his neck and working out his knee. He then charges forward and slides in under the bottom rope, leaving Lissandra behind. She looks on, anxious. Dylan pops to his feet and he pushes Kelson. More of a friendly, ‘let’s go’ kind of push...Kelson responds with a shove of his own. Dylan smashes Kelson with a forearm. Kelson returns the favor. The two men trade forearms with the fans cheering each impact. Kelson manages to sneak a second consecutive forearm in, stunning Dylan. He spins around for a roaring forearm, but Dylan blocks it and jumps up, smacking Kelson in the chin with a knee lift!!! Kelson stumbles into the ropes, Dylan grabs his arm and shoots him off the ropes...Kelson sprints across the ring, he hits the ropes, bounces off and eats a spinning heel kick from Dylan!!! Kelson lands on the mat, hard, holding the back of his head! The fans go wild...a ‘Dylan!’ chant starts up~
Smith: Fast paced exchange that saw Dylan Thomas emerge on top.
Hood: Kelson is a rising star, Smith. A future main event player...but trying to out wrestle Dylan Thomas is going to be tough. Like beef jerky left out in the sun for a week tough.
Smith: I don’t understand the reference because I’d never eat beef jerky that’s been left out in the sun for a week.
Hood: Neither would I. What, do I look like some kind of animal to you? I’m just saying, I bet it’d be REALLY tough.
~Kelson tries to hurry to his feet, but Thomas is already on top of him, snaring Kelson by the arm and yanking him up. He pulls him forward and hooks him for a belly to belly suplex. Kelson leans in with a headbutt!! Dylan’s grip breaks, he stumbles back. Kelson pauses for a moment, holding his head. He shakes it off and fires forward with a flurry of knife edged chops that send Dylan into a corner. Kelson grabs Dylan by the arm and whips him out of the corner. Dylan spins around, holding onto Kelson’s arm and pulls him in for a short arm clothesline...but Kelson ducks!! Dylan turns around, Kelson leaps into the air and smacks Dylan in the face with a dropkick!!! Dylan hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, under the bottom rope. He leans over the apron, holding his face in pain. Again, Lissandra rushes over to check on him~
Smith: Kelson getting the better of Dylan that time.
Hood: He’s back outside again...Lissandra running to his aid. Kelson doesn’t have any aid. Seems kinda unfair, if you ask me.
Smith: Maybe he should have enlisted the ringside services of Greta Angelou.
Hood: You can’t have a person at ringside with no head, Smith. That’d be ridiculous!
~Dylan says something that looks like “This kid’s good” to Lissandra. Almost like he’s surprised. He backs Lissandra up before hopping onto the apron. Kelson steps back, giving him safe passage. He enters through the ropes and leans against them. Kelson moves forward, quickly, given Dylan’s relaxed posture. Dylan ducks and spins around, hooking Kelson around the waist. He hoists him up for a German Suplex but Kelson grabs onto the top rope and holds on, preventing Dylan from getting him over. Kelson gets his legs free and he delivers a double mule kick into Dylan’s gut, sending the former Craze Champion stumbling back to the center of the ring, doubled over. Hewitt charges ahead, grabs Dylan’s head and snaps him to the mat with a neckbreaker!! The crowd pops!~
Smith: Great move by Kelson Hewitt! He’s getting the better of Dylan Thomas!
Hood: Longer this match goes, the better Kelson looks. But Dylan’s got tremendous stamina. Don’t believe me? Just ask Lissandra.
Smith: I would never callously barge in on their personal life by asking such a question, Hood.
Hood: What are you talking about? I’m referencing their all night Monopoly games. Takes a ton of stamina to hang in there. Wait...were you thinking about sex? Ya fuckin perv.
~Hewitt is back to his feet, quickly. Dylan stumbles to his feet, knowing he’s got to be quick but suffering the effects of Kelson’s offense. Kelson spins around and SMASHES Dylan in the face with an elbow!!! Dylan stumbles back, as he does, Kelson grabs him and cracks Dylan’s back over his knee!!! Dylan’s body springs up before flipping over and landing on the mat where he reaches for his back, kicking his feet in pain. The crowd starts a strong and growing ‘Kelson’ chant~
Smith: Dylan Thomas may be Face of the Year, but Kelson’s popularity is swelling.
Hood: SWELLING
Smith: Growing.
Hood: GROWING
Smith: You know what I’m trying to say!
~Kelson recognizes opportunity and he moves to seize it. He heads for the nearest corner. Dylan remains face down. Kelson quickly climbs to the top...the fans, on their feet, hold their collective breath in anticipation. At the top, Kelson looks down at Dylan. Thomas slowly pushes himself up to one knee, bent over~
Smith: Kelson is looking to hit Shazam! If he hits this, it’s over!
Hood: Kelson’s not getting paid by the hour. Wrap this shit up and hit the town!
~Hewitt leaps off with his dreaded double foot stomp!! But, Dylan rolls out of the way!!! Kelson lands on both feet, stumbling forward, his knees absorbing the impact. Dylan pulls himself to this feet using the ropes. Kelson winds up in a corner, grabbing the ropes and facing the top buckle, wincing from the impact. Dylan charges forward...he leaps in the air for a splash...but Kelson spins out of the way!!! Dylan SLAMS into the corner!!! He leans forward, arms draped over the top rope...he slowly turns around, in serious pain...as he does, Kelson comes crashing in with a corner spear!!!!! The fans go wild!!! Dylan drops to the mat, on his ass, leaning halfway out of the ring, over the bottom rope. Kelson rolls away, to the center of the ring, sitting up and working his knees back and forth~
Smith: Wow! Dylan averted certain defeat only to get crushed in the corner by a spear from Kelson!
Hood: Man, if I didn’t know these two wrestler’s I’d guess Kelson to be the veteran. He’s pinpoint.
Smith: He’s yet to be outwrestled, Hood. Sure, he lost. But ‘Veronica’ took her offense outside the lines of what’s ‘legal’ after failing to best him in a traditional contest.
Hood: Hey, she won. That’s all that fuckin matters.
~Lissandra rushes over, grabbing Dylan by the face, trying to wake him up. Kelson returns to his feet, limping a bit...his knees stinging from the impact. Dylan starts to come to...he pulls his body back inside the ring and leans forward, getting to all fours and slowly crawling toward the center of the ring. Kelson makes his way through the ropes, turning and facing the ring while on the apron. Dylan gets to his feet, staggering...Kelson jumps up and he springboards off the top rope with METEORA!!! But Dylan catches him and snaps him forward onto the mat with an ALABAMA SLAM!!!!! The people of Limerick aren’t sure what an ‘Alabama’ is...but they pop huge for this move anyway!!! The entire ring shakes from impact!!! Kelson is down...Dylan falls to the mat~
Smith: Wow! What an impact! Dylan has evened this match up with one slam!
Hood: One ALABAMA Slam!
Smith: A move that was once cited as the most popular move in OCW.
Hood: I blame/credit Meyhu for that!
~Dylan sits up. Kelson remains down, holding the back of his head. Lissandra slaps the mat, encouraging Dylan. He gets to his feet, stumbling. Kelson rolls over, onto all fours...Dylan rushes forward and stomps on the back of Hewitt’s head, sending him flipping over onto his back. Dylan pulls Kelson up and whips him into the nearest corner...Kelson hits hard. Dylan rushes into the corner and delivers a knee lift right into Kelson’s head. He then straightens Kelson up and starts to place his knees into Kelson’s midsection...but Kelson immediately fights him off, shoving Dylan back and taking him down with a desperate, lunging lariat~
Smith: Kelson has Dylan scouted. He knew that Dylan was looking to drop him with his Perfect Finisher...a double knee gut buster.
Hood: No stone unturned for Hewitt. These vets keep underestimating him.
Smith: Maybe. Or maybe he’s just that good...regardless, Dylan’s been the one trying to keep up with Kelson in this match...just like Bob and Veronica before him.
~Kelson is on all fours, trying to get to his feet...but he’s still shaken from that Alabama Slam. Dylan sits up, stunned by the lariat. Lissandra continues to cheer lead...he returns to his feet. Kelson is on one knee. Thomas hits the ropes and rushes at Kelson, throwing a roundhouse kick at Hewitt’s head. Hewitt ducks, diving to the mat and rolling away. Dylan spins around...Kelson rolls him up from behind and Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!!
Smith: Kick out by Thomas...but it was sooo close!
Hood: Shit, man. Maybe Veronica was right...maybe you gotta cheat to beat this dude.
Smith: I refuse to believe that, Hood. Anybody can be outwrestled. You just have to stay focused and disciplined.
~Dylan’s kickout sends Kelson tumbling into the ropes. Dylan hurries to his feet. Kelson pulls himself up using the ropes...Dylan charges in...Kelson ducks and pulls down the top rope. Dylan hops over and lands on the apron...he strikes Kelson in the face between the middle and top rope with a knee!!! Kelson stumbles back. Dylan hops onto the top rope and springboards off with a flying knee!!! He connects!!! Kelson turns inside out, landing hard on the mat! The fans go wild! Dylan crawls over, making the cover~
1!
2!
3! NO!
SHOULDER UP!
Smith: Holy smokes! I thought that was it!
Hood: Finally, Dylan is taking control of this. About damn time.
Smith: He’s certainly turning up the intensity. This is a big match for Dylan. If he loses, it’d be his second loss in a row. Not what you want when you’re fighting to get back into the main event scene.
~Thomas slaps the mat in frustration...Lissandra urges him to stay focused, which he does, returning to his feet. He pulls Kelson along for the ride, getting him up. He reaches back and smacks Kelson in the face with an open hand, spinning Hewitt around. He grabs Hewitt’s back and hooks him for a German Suplex...he tosses him over his head...but Kelson lands on his feet. Hewitt rushes forward, jumps up and delivers a double foot stomp into Dylan’s midsection!!! He then staggers into a corner to catch his breath and recover...Dylan remains on the mat with Lissandra, in the background, burying her face in her hands~
Smith: Another amazing counter by Kelson. It’s looking less and less likely that Dylan can pull this out.
Hood: Yea, Lissandra knows it, too. That ain’t the look of a woman who is gonna get a steak dinner tonight, Smith.
Smith: Steak dinner?
Hood: Yea, Dylan always eats a steak dinner after a big win.
Smith: What does he eat if he loses?
Hood: I’m not at liberty to say.
~Thomas is slow to his feet. Kelson watches Dylan, waiting. Once Dylan reaches his feet, Kelson hurries forward, he steps up and throws and enziguri!!! But Dylan catches the leg and sweeps Kelson’s other leg...he then falls backward with a catapult, sending Kelson flying into the nearest corner...Hewitt, however, lands on the buckles like fuckin spiderman. Dylan looks over from his back and his eyes widen like “are you fuckin kidding me?” He rolls over, scrambling to his feet. Kelson jumps off with a reverse cross body...but Dylan catches him!~
Smith: Back and forth!
Hood: No shit...Dylan’s hanging with Kelson but you get the feeling he’s one slip up away from losing this match.
Smith: Definitely.
~Thomas tosses Kelson up and leaps into the air, looking to hit Perfect Finisher!!!! However, Kelson lands with his arms and legs stretched, his midsection inches away from crashing into Dylan’s knees. Everyone pauses for a second with Kelson like “Did it work?” and Dylan being like “SERIOUSLY?!” Dylan lifts a quick knee into Kelson’s midsection, sending him stumbling forward, into a corner. Thomas rushes to his feet~
Smith: What agility and strength by Hewitt to avoid those knees. That’s some core strength if I’ve ever seen it!
Hood: No shit. I bet he worked that core out with Greta Angelou back in Vegas.
Smith: I have no comment.
~Dylan heads after Kelson but receives a mule kick right into the gut. He stumbles back. Hewitt turns around and places his foot against Kelson’s head, grabbing onto his arm. The fans rise with excitement~
Smith: Uh oh! Kelson’s got Dylan hooked! He’s going to drop him with Steel Toed Boot!
Hood: Well, the fucker’s earned it.
~Dylan’ knows what’s coming...he reaches out, desperately. His hand reaches up and pokes Kelson in the eye...Kelson loses his grip and stumbles. Dylan instantly reacts, grabbing Kelson and taking him over with a small package...Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~Kelson kicks out right after three...but it’s too late. The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...DYLAN THOMAS!!!!!
Smith: Dylan Thomas wins...but via a questionable tactic.
Hood: Fuck off. That was a total accident.
Smith: Was it, Hood? WAS IT?!
~Kelson sits up, holding his eye. He appears frustrated. Thomas rolls over onto his knees, sucking wind, gasping for air, shaking his head. He has the look of a man who knows he’s lucky to escape with a win. Lissandra crawls into the ring and hugs him~
Smith: Accident or foul play? I’m not sure. All I know is, once again, a wrestler has to extend beyond the rules to keep Kelson from crossing the finish line.
Hood: Dude, Dylan was just trying to get free. A total freak accident that his finger poked Kelson in the eye.
Smith: Maybe. But I’m not 100% sold on that.
~After the incredible match between Dylan Thomas and Kelson Hewitt, the two men sit in opposite corners, exhausted~
Smith: Despite the questionable ending, that was still an amazing match.
Hood: I have to agree, but something was missing…….
Smith: What could be missing from something so incredible?
Hood: I don’t know, maybe a little bit of…………….
~As Hood trails off, not finishing his sentence, back in the ring, Dylan Thomas drags himself to his feet using the ropes. He walks towards the center of the ring, staring across at Kelson, who watches him approach and sticks out his hand for a handshake from Kelson~
Smith: Ah, yes, a respectful handshake to end the night. That’s what this was missing.
Hood: Nah, there’s something else. Something that hasn’t quite been fulfilled.
Smith: What are you talking about? We had a great match to end the show, some great showings throughout. What else is there?
~Back in the ring, Kelson pulls himself to his feet as well. He continues to hold and rub his afflicted eye. He stares across at Dylan, making complete eye contact as Dylan stands, his hand still extended. Kelson walks over to him carefully, and as he reaches him, he looks down. He looks back up at Dylan...Dylan apologizes, saying it was an accident. He didn’t mean to poke him~
Smith: Dylan says it was an accident but Kelson isn’t sure.
Hood: I think the fact Dylan scooped him up so fast after the accidental eye poke has him second guessing.
Smith: I can’t blame him.
~Hewitt is conflicted. The fans urge him to shake Dylan’s hand. Dylan extends his arms, looking out to the fans. He turns back to Kelson, his hand extended once more. Kelson begins to move when he gets whacked from behind and sent crashing towards the ropes and outside of the ring!!~
Hood: YES! That’s what was missing!
Smith: Oh no!
Hood: The second test is being fulfilled.
~Dylan Thomas stands, shocked, as he stares at Jonathan and Nathan Dravers standing in front of him, with an evil smirk across their faces. Dylan looks over to where Kelson disappeared to the floor, but before he can act, Jonathan punches Dylan in the side of the jaw, dropping him to the mat. The two twins pounce on Dylan, throwing punches and kicks at him on the ground as Dylan tries to fight back to no success~
Smith: What is wrong with these boys? They used to be so good.
Hood: They are men now, Smith, not boys. They have grown up.
Smith: They act like juveniles, attacking people every chance they have.
Hood: They are proving themselves. They are proving their WORTH!
~On the outside of the ring, we see Kelson Hewitt pulling himself up onto the ring’s apron. Nathan Dravers notices Kelson about to enter the ring, and he motions his brother as they set up for a Seeing Double (Double Superkick). As Kelson steps through the ropes, the Dravers approach, prepared to hit their team move, but a voice booms throughout Thomond Park~
???: WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!
~As the voice reaches the Dravers, they stop. They pull their legs back inches from connecting with Kelson’s jaw, and they stand still, their attention drawn to the rampway. Kelson looks around confused as the view pans to the rampway as PerZag walks his way out from the back, microphone in hand. He makes his way down towards the ring as he speaks~
PerZag: Kelson Hewitt! I have to say, I am an admirer of yours.
~PerZag reaches the steel steps and makes his way up them. He steps through the ropes and into the ring. He takes a brief look down at Dylan Thomas, who is writhing in pain on the mat as he steps over him, walking towards Kelson Hewitt~
PerZag: You, my man, have been proving yourself week after week in OCW. You are turning heads throughout this industry, and you turned my head the first night you fought here in OCW.
~PerZag reaches Kelson, standing about a meter or two away from him as Kelson stares at him, bewildered~
PerZag: Let me tell you something you may not know about me. In my first PPV ever, I defeated Bob Grenier in the middle of this ring. Pinned him in a match made because of me, and I won the OCW Internet Championship out of it. And in your very first show in OCW, you did the same.
~PerZag points straight at Kelson~
PerZag: You are miles ahead of where I was when I first started. It took a GOD of wrestling putting me under his wing to push me to the moon. The man the OCW universe knows as Scott Syren. He is the GOD of wrestling, and I will never be like him. Still, every tiny fragment that he taught me about this industry, I am now teaching to those that wish to better themselves. That wish to be Worthier.
~PerZag turns his head and looks at the Dravers Twins~
PerZag: Look at where these boys are standing now. These men. They are standing in the Main Event spotlight because I influenced them. I taught them how to PROVE THEIR WORTH! And Kelson……………
~PerZag turns his head back to Kelson~
PerZag: I want you to PROVE YOUR WORTH too. I want you to join us. To move miles in front of you in just one step. What I learnt from Scott Syren, from Operation Zero, I am teaching to them. To those that wish to not only be the best but the WORTHIEST. So………. Kelson………..with the talent you already have, I can turn you into something greater. WORTHIER! But it’s going to take one simple thing to show me that you are WORTHY enough.
~PerZag turns his head back to the Dravers Twins~
PerZag: Pick him up!
~Jonathan and Nathan smirk as PerZag points down at Dylan Thomas, who is crawling towards the ropes. The Dravers twins walk over to Dylan and lift him up, one twin holding an arm each, and they drag him over to where PerZag and Kelson Hewitt stand~
PerZag: Kelson. I have made my offer clear to you. I want you to join us; I want you to PROVE YOUR WORTH. And I want you to be a part of the future of this company. So, if you are in, Kelson, you only have to do one thing…………..
~PerZag sticks his finger up to display that there is only one thing. He then points to Dylan Thomas~
PerZag: HIT HIM!
~Still perplexed with the situation, Kelson Hewitt stares across at Dylan Thomas, whose head is slung over, staring towards the ground. He lifts his head up, staring back at Kelson. Kelson pulls his fist back, ready to strike, and he does, straight into PerZag’s jaw. PerZag drops down to the ground like a sack of potatoes as Dylan uses the moment of confusion to shrug Jonathan off of himself. As Jonathan gets thrown forward, Dylan twists, pulling Nathan over himself with an arm drag~
Smith: Yes, Kelson chose the right path.
Hood: The guy doesn’t want to be WORTHY. His loss.
~Jonathan stumbles towards Kelson, and Kelson starts throwing punch after punch at Jonathan, staggering him backwards. Nathan gets himself back to his feet after the arm drag. He charges at Dylan, who steps back towards the ropes, pulling the top rope down, making Nathan fly over the top rope to the outside due to his momentum. Kelson pushes Jonathan back into the corner, throwing punch after punch, pushing him down into a seated position. Kelson points out to the crowd as they cheer for him, but as he turns around, he gets taken down with a clothesline by PerZag~
Hood: Never turn your back on PerZag
Smith: Oh, come on, we have seen enough.
Hood: We haven’t even made it to the best part yet.
~As Kelson hits the ground, Dylan Thomas turns around, spotting it. He runs over to assist Kelson but is tripped by Nathan from the outside. Even though still able to stay on his feet, Dylan turns back to look at Nathan, but as he turns his head back, he is met with a running forearm by Jonathan Dravers. The crowd boo as the numbers advantage starts to take control. Nathan slides back into the ring and jumps on Dylan, throwing punch after punch to his forehead. PerZag stomps on Kelson over in the corner as he stares across at the twins. PerZag stops stomping on Kelson and walks over to Nathan Dravers, dragging him off of Dylan. PerZag then lifts Dylan up to his feet and motions the Dravers Twins to get into position~
Smith: Oh, I can’t watch this.
Hood: Come on, Smith, we are finally at the best part.
~Jonathan and Nathan get into position as PerZag holds Dylan in place, and they lay him out with a Seeing Double (Double Superkick). Dylan falls to the mat as PerZag walks over to a corner and pulls himself into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. He points over to Kelson and motions for the twins to bring him over. Jonathan and Nathan walk over, lifting Kelson Hewitt to his feet. Kelson tries to fight back, but both the twins hit him with a forearm shot, stalling his fighting spirit. They reach PerZag as he motions them to lift Kelson up, and they do. One of Kelson’s arms over each of the twins’ shoulders, they lift him up, placing him on PerZag’s shoulders in a powerbomb position. PerZag stands up tall, Kelson on his shoulders as he readies himself~
Smith: No, not an avalanche Worthiest Move of All.
Hood: Oh, this is gonna be a classic.
~PerZag jumps off the second turnbuckle, lifting Kelson high up in the air and planting him back first on his knees as they hit the mat. Kelson bounces off, holding his back in pain as PerZag gets lifted up to his feet by Jonathan and Nathan. PerZag hobbles around, his right knee in pain, so he points over to where the microphone dropped earlier. Nathan walks over, picking up the microphone and handing it back to PerZag. PerZag steadies himself on his feet without the extra assistance from the Dravers, and he stares out at the crowd as the entire crowd boos the three men standing in the ring~
PerZag: We came out here to make a statement, and we have created one from the looks of it.
~PerZag and the Dravers Twins look around the ring at Dylan and Kelson, chuckling to themselves as the crowd continues to boo~
PerZag: Everybody in OCW has no option but to listen to us. We are NOT going to be forgotten. We are NOT going to be second fiddle to anybody. We are The Worthiest of Them All; We are…………………………………….. PURE WORTH!
~PerZag turns to Jonathan and sticks out his hand. Jonathan shakes his hand, and PerZag turns and shakes Nathan’s hand too. Then, he turns back to the crowd~
PerZag: And now the rest of you are either going to have to PROVE YOUR WORTH or……………..
~PerZag looks down at Dylan Thomas and Kelson Hewitt~
PerZag: End up UNWORTHY!
~PerZag drops the microphone as the crowd continues to boo. PerZag and the Dravers Twins exit the ring and make their way towards the back as the medical team races out to check on Kelson Hewitt and Dylan Thomas. We fade out~