LIVE! March 21st 2022
FROM Pearse Stadium
IN Galway, Ireland
~Is it really Monday? Shit. A weekend full of basketball sure did make time do that funky thing where it rendered the outside world meaningless. I might as well have joined Zybala in an alternate dimension over the past week...sure as shit wasn’t coherent in this one. Anyway, I’m poking my head back into the OCW atmosphere just in time to fulfill my weekly obligation. It’s time for Massacre, folks...and there ain’t nothing stopping me short of a ‘u up’ text from a mildly attractive woman from getting tonight’s show up. So, let’s cut to Galway...yes, GALWAY for our penultimate stop in the great country of Ireland. We’re one week from Luck of the Violent...so let’s get this shit going~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Smith and alongside me, as always, is Hood.
Hood: I’m three liver transplants in during this tour and, well, I wish I could say I’ve had enough. But, damnit, I’d like to stay another month...this place is awesome.
Smith: Ireland has been great to us so far. But, let’s not get all melancholic. We’re far from finished, Hood. We’ve got tonight and then...off to Dublin for Luck of the Violent!
Hood: True. Dublin promises to be the best of all. Can’t fuckin wait.
Smith: Indeed. Fans, we’re a little light on the action tonight but that’s to be expected as all he heavy hitters are resting up and gearing up to compete THIS Sunday in Dublin. However, we do have in ring action featuring three of OCW’s most prominent stars as PerZag, Mark Storm, and The Incredible One all step inside the ring.
Hood: Three all world talents.
Smith: Yep...and then a main event with a lot of emotion as Alice Knight and CJ O’Donnell team up to face The Dravers Twins. Alice and CJ reunited last week...it only took CJ a week after his ‘official’ return to get Alice back around his arm.
Hood: I’ll have to talk with CJ about his choice in women. He hasn’t been right since Josie Barnes ran Ruby Rose off. But, hey, Alice is a step up from the Purple VIP.
Smith: No argument from me there. Alice is also looking for revenge after The Dravers turned on her, hitting her with their double superkick finisher ‘Seeing Double’ nearly a month ago...a betrayal that precipitated some ‘darker’ times for our beloved Alice.
Hood: She’s finding out that the world isn’t all rainbows and mustard and crayola art...it’s dark, it’s mean, and it’s fuckin ruthless. She’d better catch up if she wants to be taken seriously by those who matter...aka ME.
Smith: Too bad she isn’t concerned with your opinion, Hood. And, while I’m not a huge fan of her latest attitude...whatever makes her happy is fine with me.
Hood: Spoken like a true pussy.
Smith: Whatever, folks it’s Monday night and we’re all ready to begin...so let’s not wait any longer!
~The crowd pops with a mixed reaction as Vee Strader is seen arriving at the arena tonight even though she isn’t scheduled to be here.~
Smith: Hood, Vee isn’t scheduled to be here tonight. What do you think she’s up to?
Hood: Who knows? Have you ever gotten the feeling there’s more than two in that head of hers? No wonder she seems to like your owl whore.
Smith: Here, have a fifth of Jim Beam. You’re not yourself without it.
~Vee approaches a door that has the name “Marcus Welsh” hanging from it. She knocks loudly but there is no answer. She knocks again, and once again nothing. The fans pop up as TAMIKA STRADER enters the scene from the right and MEGHAN STRADER from the left.
Meghan: Hey kid, looking for Welsh?
Vee: Yeah, I need to talk to him about something.
Tamika: Aye, so do we. That ridiculous Bob Grenier contract. Marcus is smokin’ crack if he thinks we will fund that schlub.
~Vee shrugs.~
Vee: There could be worse people to pay out a contract to.
Tamika: Like who?
Vee: Jason Cashe.
Meghan: Yeah, kids got a point there. So what are you doing here? You aren’t booked. Figured you would be with the OCW Champion?
Smith: Yeah, I can’t believe those rumours.
Hood: I can. That girl screams daddy issues. You remember Knox?
Vee: I’m here to put someone on notice who likes to run his mouth and act like a self-righteous child.
Tamika: Oh shit, Knifey! Homie, wait up!
~Vee and Meghan watch her run down the hall and chest bump with the best damn Medic SLASH Mechanic the wrestling world has ever seen. Meghan puts her arm around her kid as they watch the two engage in some weird secret handshake.~
Meghan: Are you ok? You have been distant for a couple weeks now.
Vee: Yeah, just been stuck in my own head. I’m ok.
~Meghan doesn’t believe her but decides not to push it as we fade back to Smith and Hood.~
Smith: The Strader’s are in Galway!
Hood: Can’t blame Meghan and Tamika...I mean if I’m funding something I’d probably like to view the product in person. Especially if the main event is stained with shit like Alice Knight.
Smith: Stop. Meghan, in all likelihood, will be a spectator next Sunday at Luck of the Violent. Her sister, however, will face Roach for the Craze Title while her daughter looks to defend her TransAtlantic Championship against the Lost Stranger.
Hood: Could be an epic night for the Strader family...or, ya know, an epic FAILURE.
Smith: Some would argue that the Straders are the heart of OCW right now. We’ll see how they fare NEXT Sunday at Luck of the Violent!
~The camera fades backstage and you are in an office. You see Curt Canon sitting in his chair with his head down. He has a pen in his right hand writing down something on a piece of paper. The door swings open and in walks “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell. CJ already dressed in his ring gear for his match against the Dravers’ later tonight. Canon has on a white polo shirt with the top button buttoned~
CJ O’Donnell: ARE YOU FOOKING SERIOUS?!?
~CJ walks towards the desk shaking his head from side to side~
CJ O’Donnell: What the FOOK have you become?
~CJ has reached the desk and grabs a picture frame and sees it is Checkers. He throws it against the wall. The picture frame shatters against the wall~
CJ O’Donnell: FOOK that monkey. He deserved to die. I hope he suffered also. And what the hell are you writing? It is your obituary for your balls since you seem to have lost them.
~Curt calmly looks up at CJ.~
Curt Canon: Well that was "fookin" rude. No worries though, I have more.
~Curt reaches down into the bag sitting on the floor next to him. He brings his hand back up and in them is an identical picture of Checkers that CJ broke. He places it where the old one was.~
Curt Canon: If you must know, I am working on my next month of sermons for the church. Since Checkers passing I am a changed man.
CJ O’Donnell: FOOK that!
~ CJ grabs the picture of Checkers and let’s out a chuckle. He then proceeds to smash the frame on the desk and then points to Curt. ~
CJ O’Donnell: I swear to God Curt if you bring out another picture of that stoopid monkey I’m gonna break your chair that you love so much.
Curt Canon: God damn, I feel like time has made you angrier. No bother though, I have that same picture of Checkers as my laptop and phone background, but like don't break the chair, it's prescribed and super expensive….I think you threw me off of a ladder one too many times.
Anyway that is all in the past. What can I help you with? Do you need to atone for your sins? I have a confessional set up a few doors down.
~ CJ looks at Curt and just shakes his head in disappointment. ~
CJ O’Donnell: HUH … Cut the pastor bullshit Curt. You have become a shell of a man. Wait let me guess do you sit to take a piss. What happened to your balls? What happened to you living life? What happened to the Curt who took chances any chance he got? What happened to the guy who went out to me to the strip club and married that stripper for about a month. I kept that a secret and you said she gave the best HE…
~Canon cuts off CJ. ~
Curt Canon: Whoa whoa whoa, she gave me the best HEALING I have ever had in my life. Being married to her for that month was one of the best or worst things I have ever done….I think. And as for my balls Checkers dying made me realize that nothing last forever. Anyone of of us can go at anytime, so do I want to live the rest of my life continuing to hurt people? Or do I want to help heal them, like my stripper wife did for me….for a month.
CJ O’Donnell: Why do you care what other people think? It is your life, live it how you see fit. Opinions are like farts … just because you have one in you, doesn’t mean you have to let it out. Come on Curt you are not a white knight. This goodie too shoe stuff doesn't suit you. You would be better off helping people another way. Get out from behind that desk.
Curt Canon: Well then why do you constantly let yours out? Anyway, this Dr. Prescribed chair is quite comfortable. It's going to take a hell of a lot more than you walking in here and breaking shit to get me out from behind this desk.
CJ O’Donnell: I already got you out from behind the desk Curt. I can see it in your eyes you still have that fire. You still want to take that high risk opportunity and stick it to the man. A man of your talent deserves better. You strive for better. You are a better man than me Curt. You made friends with a monkey. Who can say they did that? No one but Curt ‘Fookin’ Canon.
~ CJ flashes that smirk that everyone has come to hate. ~
CJ O’Donnell: And you're right I always voice my opinion and that’s because I don’t give a flying FOOK what people think. You can either take it or leave it. You have a problem with what I say then doing something about it. Man up Curt. What are you going to do Curt? You can sit on your ass with your tail in between your legs or are you going to prove to everyone that you are still the man who defeated Lurrr. How many people can say that?
~ CJ pauses for a moment as he sees that Canon is thinking it over. ~
CJ O’Donnell: Baby steps Curt. What about you step out from behind that desk and stand by my side at ringside. Four eyes are better than two. Be my manager until you are comfortable enough to step back inside the ring. What do you say?
Curt Canon: Be your manager? The great CJ O'Donnell is asking me to be his eyes. I'm flattered and it is an interesting prospect. I will think about it more later, but for now….I'm behind on my sermons.
CJ O’Donnell: I expect to have an answer by the next Massacre. You have a week Curt to catch up on your sermons and tell them you are moving on to bigger and better things.
~We return to Smith and Hood~
Smith: CJ seems to be recruiting Curt.
Hood: Gee, ya think?
Smith: Those two have a ton of history. CJ’s an extremely savvy competitor. He sees what PerZag is building and knows he needs numbers to protect himself and Alice.
Hood: Stable wars returning to OCW?
Smith: You never know. Strength in numbers, Hood. Strength in numbers. Folks, we're gonna cut to a quick commercial break...Mark Storm steps into the ring when Massacre returns!
~We cut to commercial~
~We head backstage to the locker room of PerZag, he stands staring at the camera~
PerZag: This is going to be short and quick. Tonight, I take out another one of the bottom feeders in this company in Ace Sky, and in the main event you will see the newer, WORTHIER versions of Jonathan and Nathan Dravers destroy CJ O'Donnell and that pest, Alice Knight.
Tonight is not what matters though, next week at Luck of the Violent I have a very special announcement. The final leg of The Dravers' trip to the land of PURE WORTH.
So, on the 27th of February in Dublin, Ireland, I hereby invite you all to an official ceremony for Jonathan and Nathan Dravers to be full of PURE WORTH. There will be cake, and there most definitely, will be beer.
Jonathan; Nathan; you have earned this. And to the rest of you out there, there is still time to.............
PROVE YOUR WORTH!
~And the camera cuts out~
Smith: PerZag continues to influence the wayward Dravers.
Hood: You mean the FOCUSED Dravers.
Smith: Agree to disagree.
Hood: Dravers are as dialed in as ever and it’s due to PerZag...he’s harnessing their focus and getting those boys on track.
Smith: Well, that remains to be seen. They’ve got a big match later tonight against two of OCW’s most iconic characters in CJ and Alice Knight. Hopefully PerZag does his teaching from backstage.
Hood: Well, PerZag hates Alice. So…
Smith: Ugh. Anyway, fans it’s time to head to ringside for our first match of the night. This was supposed to be Mark Storm against CYPHER. But, we’re told someone hacked into the OCW database and switched the match so...now it’s Gilbert tasked with facing Storm.
Hood: Sucks to be Gilbert.
Smith: Mark Storm was attacked by Easton Alexander last week. He’ll face Easton at Luck of the Violent for a Craze Title shot. Let’s head to ringside to see if Mark Storm can continue his positive momentum heading into that match
Mark Storm (1-0) vs. Gilbert (0-2)
~Gilbert is in the ring. He is holding a petition to ‘Save Alice’. He tries to get Belvedere to sign it but OCW’s ring announcer just ignores him~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...Gilbert!
~A very mediocre pop for Gilbert. He heads toward Scruff to get him to sign the petition~
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! Back in the ring for a second consecutive week!
Hood: Turbulent skies lately, Smith. Thunder rolls, lightning strikes...Mark Storm’s presence is being felt.
Smith: Easton Alexander attacked Mark Storm last week setting up a date between the two next week at Luck of the Violent with a Craze Title shot on the line.
~Storm looks across the ring at Gilbert. Belvedere has exited. The bell rings. Gilbert heads Storm’s way with the petition, eager for Storm to sign. “Be my hero!” Gilbert yells, asking Storm to sign the petition to free Alice from CJ. Gilbert, rushing toward Storm, trips! As he does, his arms flail and he winds up smacking Storm in the head with the petition! The fans gasp. Storm’s head turns to the right...Gilbert looks at the petition in his hand before slowly looking up, terrified, at Storm. Storm’s head rotates back around, staring down at Gilbert~
Smith: Oh boy.
Hood: It’s tough to win a match when you are incapable of walking in a straight line.
Smith: Indeed.
~Storm suddenly fires off a shoot kick into Gilbert’s thigh, stunning the lovesick nerd. Storm clutches Gilbert’s head and smacks him with three consecutive knee strikes, weakening his base. He whips Gilbert into the ropes, Gilbert bounces off...Storm charges forward and cracks Gilbert in the face with a back elbow! He tosses several more, sending Gilbert stumbling back into the ropes...he leans against the ropes before stumbling forward...Storm, with his back to Gilbert, leaps into the air and smacks Gilbert in the face with an overhead kick!!! Gilbert crumbles to the mat. The fans go wild~
Smith: Tremendous flurry of vicious and precise offense by Mark Storm.
Hood: Knees, elbows, and a kick. Thankfully I don’t speak from experience when I say, that’s gotta hurt.
Smith: I’d imagine it does, Hood.
~Storm snares Gilbert by the hair, ripping him off the mat. He hoists him effortlessly onto his shoulders in an inverted Fireman’s Carry. He kicks the petition out of the ring and tosses Gilbert over, smacking him in the face with Incursio! (Inverted GTS)!!!! Gilbert is finished. Storm rolls him over and makes the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….MARK STORM!!!!!
Smith: Another easy win for Mark Storm.
Hood: I joke around a lot but, man, he looks good.
Smith: Indeed...Mark Storm looks to be in championship form. He’ll need every bit of that all world talent he possesses if he wants to survive Easton Alexander at Luck of the Violent on Sunday!
~Backstage we find Tamika and Meghan hanging out in catering, feet up on the table, plates in their laps. They seem to be enjoying the Irish Cuisine with a bottle of whiskey in front of them and Scotch Eggs piled up (boiled egg covered in sausage meat and breadcrumbs, baked or deep-fried).~
Meghan: We should’ve taken the night off. No one is here we want to get our hands-on. I don’t see any sign of the Peckerwoods, no Racist Bob, is Roach even here?
Tamika: Naw, that dude thinks you are me, that my name is Tekashi (I’m no snitch, bitch) and he probably drank half the Jameson’s warehouse dry while smoking wayyyy too much weed.
~Meghan shakes her head as she takes a bite of her Scotch Egg.~
Meghan: These are way better over here.
Tamika: Yeah they are. We should stick around and watch the mainevent. We could be seeing the Dravers Pipsqueaks across the ring from us sooner than later.
Meghan: Will we though? I mean maybe we have to start losing and crying to management to get a shot at the tag titles since winning and scaring the Peckerwoods so bad they had to run away from our match.
~Tamika shrugs.~
Tamika: Or have Vee threaten Marcus into a new contract that gets us a guaranteed shot.
Meghan(under her breath): Or trade in singles title shots…
Tamika: Bob’s your uncle?
Meghan: Nothing, nothing. Let’s eat and drink.
Hood: Looks like trouble might be brewing at the rodeo.
Smith: No way, the sisters have been teaming together for sixteen years. I’m sure it’s just playful banter between siblings.
Hood: Your ability to live outside the world of reality never ceases to impress me, Smith.
Smith: I’ll take that as a compliment. Folks, we’re going to take a short commercial break...Massacre rolls on when we return...PerZag is in action!
~The OCW feed cuts to backstage where a frantic TIO is looking around backstage, as his appearance triggers a mixed reaction from the crowd. TIO keeps pushing himself past workers and stage hands, who aren’t happy with his physicalness, until he finds himself where he needs to be: the office of Marcus Welsh. Welsh is standing up, having a phone conversation as TIO barges to him.~
Marcus Welsh: I’m sorry I’ll have to let you go.
TIO: Where is he?
Marcus Welsh: Who?
TIO: You know who I’m talking about.
Marcus Welsh: Before we get there - I need to have a word with you.
TIO: About what?
~Welsh, using his phone, brings up a video and shows it to TIO. Before the video can run for any length of time, TIO dismisses this by waving the phone away from his face.~
TIO: I don’t want to see that again.
Marcus Welsh: What exactly is wrong with you?
TIO: I’m dealing with it.
Marcus Welsh: How?
TIO: I’m seeing a doctor.
Marcus Welsh: You need to know that Zybala and I had a conversation about whether to allow you to wrestle.
TIO: Screw Zybala man… wait, what? Against Lobster Mobster?
Marcus Welsh: Wrestling at all. Anyone. Period.
TIO: You can’t be serious?
~TIO walks away from Welsh for a moment, breathing heavily and trying to contain his anger. He shakes his head before looking back at Welsh.~
TIO: Okay… I get it. Listen, you don’t need to worry about me.
Marcus Welsh: You’re blacking out, right? You do realize that I am in touch with your doctor, right? It’s not like you’re choosing to do these actions. You get a headache, then whatever takes control of you happens, and then the real you doesn’t have any recollection of problems.
TIO: I’m working on it!
Marcus Welsh: I know why you’re here. You want a match with CJ O’Donnell–
TIO: No! I want to talk with CJ. And if we can’t work anything out then I guess the next step is a match. I’m going to ask for him to talk to me tonight, but I need to know you’re going to book the match for Luck of the Violent.
~Welsh puts his hands on his hips and looks off, in deep thought for several moments before turning back to TIO and nodding.~
Marcus Welsh: Fine, because of your reputation, I will book the match - IF - you can get CJ to agree to it because he has shown no desire to wrestle you.
TIO: I really hope it doesn’t get to that but thank you.
~TIO walks off camera as Welsh watches TIO walk as the camera cuts to ringside.~
Smith: We might get CJ vs. TIO at Luck of the Violent!
Hood: Yes! I want those two to destroy the utter crap out of each other!
Smith: The catch is TIO has to get CJ to agree to the match. CJ has already said he doesn’t want a match with him.
Hood: I don’t think CJ has revealed his full hand yet… Why screw TIO and not want to fight him?
Smith: That’s an interesting point… we’ll have to see what TIO does later to convince CJ to have the match!
Hood: No doubt he will utilize some extremely persuasive tactics. TIO has always been able to get what he wants.
Smith: Indeed. Alright folks, it’s time for more in-ring action as the leader of OCW’s strongest growing faction, PerZag, steps into the ring to face Ace Sky!
PerZag (6-1) vs. Ace Sky (0-1)
~Ace Sky is in the ring and he is doing Ace Sky things. Which, is to say, he isn’t doing much. Belvedere speaks~
Belvedere: Ace Sky, everybody.
~Nobody responds~
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: PerZag has been busy since his return, Hood. He’s as focused as we’ve ever seen him.
Hood: He’s become a leader of twins, Smith. A leader of the Dravers Twins.
Smith: Well, yes, that’s true.
Hood: Dude became a star in Operation Zero and now he’s sharing that knowledge. PerZag is the sharer of knowledge, Smith!
Smith: Or, poisoning minds.
Hood: Bah!
~Ace Sky yells out “SKY’S THE LIMIT!” That didn’t really work last week but, you have to give the guy points for being consistent. He charges forward and leaps into the air...he soars through the sky...he looks pretty impressive until, he lands right across PerZag’s shoulders~
Smith: Uh oh.
Hood: What a fuckin idiot.
~PerZag is like “Well, okay.” He then proceeds to wreck Ace Sky’s body with Sexy Neutraliser (Torture Rack)!!! Sky submits immediately as his spine is bent and twisted. Scruff calls for the bell...PerZag tosses Ace over the top rope where he crashes, dangerously onto the ground outside. The bell sounds~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...PERZAG!!!!!
Smith: And, once again, PerZag dominates. He looks as good as any wrestler on the roster, Hood.
Hood: That Torture Rack is killing people, Smith. I mean, not literally...but you know.
Smith: It’ll be interesting to see if PerZag shows up at Luck of the Violent and, if he does, in what capacity.
Hood: Bar Room Brawl, anybody?
Smith: I’m thinking he might…
~ The scene cuts to the backstage area and Mark Storm is seen rushing around the hallways, his facial expressions overcome by frustration as he talks to a few of the backstage crew. ~
Mark Storm: Hey, have you seen Easton?
~ The crew member he asks shakes his head sideways, forcing Storm to continuing his question further down the hallway. He comes to a stop, his expressions changing as he see's a bloody Gregory Murphy being tended to by a medical team. He's being strapped into a gurney. ~
Mark Storm: Fuck, fuck, fuck!
~ Storm goes over to his beaten manager, gently touching him on the shoulder. ~
Mark Storm: He's gonna pay for this Greg, I swear to God, he'll pay!
~ Murphy is lifted up and onto the ambulance, as Storm watches it race off into the distance. ~
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~ 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. ~
Smith: Tamika is coming out!
Hood: I thought she did a while back when she left her husband for a fitness model and wrestler?
Smith: Her drug-addicted ex-husband.
//We've been here too long
Hood: Typical woman, making us wait.
~ Tamika steps out from behind the curtain, bobbing her head to the beat. ~
//Cry at night
Smith: She’s probably coming out to address her opponent, Roach, at Luck of the Violent this Sunday!
Hood: ROACHHHHHH!
//Do you wanna touch (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\\
Smith: She looks all business.
Hood: She looks half snapped on that Irish whiskey.
Smith: Yes, Pot? Meet Kettle.
//Every girl an' boy
~ 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
~ Tamika hits the four corners raising her fist up in the air, before taking the microphone from Belvedere.~
Tamika: Oh, Ireland! How are my homeslices?!
~The drunken Irishmen in the crowd yell take off your shirt, and she just shakes her head.~
Tamika: Not unless your name is Sam Tolson. I’m not one of those thots. Anyway, I’m out here because it’s my last chance to address all of you about Luck of the Violent and the future of the Cowgirls From Hell here in OCW! Now it’s no secret I decided to choose myself for the first time in my career and I have been rewarded with a Craze title shot for the vacant championship.
Smith: Yes, I can’t wait for this! After seeing her go one on one THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS, I wanted to see more.
Hood: I’m just waiting for the fallout if she beats ROACHHHHH!
Tamika: Now Roast, I want to get one thing clear, I’m not the kinda girl you should be intoxicated with in the ring. I will make you regret it. ’m not the kinda girl to stand here, swing my dick around, and pound on my tiddies like a wild beast. That’s for the bedroom, and unfortunately you aren’t invited.
~She leans against the ropes.~
Tamika: Yesterday I turned 33 years old, and it got me thinking…
Smith: Yes, I hope she got the bottle of whiskey I sent her!
Hood: They can’t give raises, Smith. Can they?
Smith: Don’t worry, I put your name on the card too.
Hood: My man.
Tamika: Not only is it cool that I am in this match so close to the 12 Year Anniversary of my very first title win, but to do it my birthday week? So, Roast. Put down the joint, put down the bottle. Come on down to the real world. Cause if you don’t? Well the hottest wrestler ever to wear a hotdog suit as ring gear will lay your ass out. And to the Peckerwood Party, Bob Grenier, if you think you can just skate to the top on mine and my sisters money or the others that work here?
~Tamika stands up, walking towards Belvedere.~
Tamika: Not on my watch. Once whatever happens with Roast (me winning) will happen and I am putting you on notice. Oh, and no I will not bite you.
~She slaps the microphone back in Belvedere’s hand. She curtsies, and makes her exit.~
Smith: Tamika sounds confident...as she should be.
Hood: Yea, she’s unbeaten. But, so is Roach.
Smith: Roach has looked great ever since his return to OCW. Two undefeated stars going at it for the Craze Title NEXT Sunday at Luck of the Violent. A quick commercial break and, when we return, TIO steps into the ring!
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\\
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\\
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\\
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\\
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\\
~Cuts to a shot of CJ O'Donnell listening to music with wireless ear-buds in his ears. While he listens he leans on a bench lacing up his wrestling boots. The door quietly opens as Alice Knight can been see at the locker room door entrance watching him tie up his boots in his wrestling trunks.
Alice: Mr. O'Donnell... are you trying to seduce me?
~CJ doesn't hear her. Alice fixes her hair, attempting to look sexy~
Alice: Mr. O'Donnell.. are you trying...
CJ O'Donnell: Alice!
~Alice pouts crossing her arms~
CJ O'Donnell: What I do?
Alice: Susssssssh. I'm doing the famous The Graduate movie scene with the big nose guy from Rain Man. Ok... listen
~Alice attempts to make her voice sexier~
Alice: Mr. O'Donnell... are you trying to seduce me?
CJ O’Donnell: I would love to do a lot more than seduce you but we have business to take care of. The Draver Boys need to be taught a valuable lesson. And we have to shut up that Aussie bitch to at ringside. He uses Worthy more than I say FOOK.
~Alice nods as she moves in and sits on the bench now looking up at CJ~
Alice: You're right. You're always right. I have had issues with PerZag in the past. I think they've calmed down in the last few months, but him aligning himself with the Twin Pricks is just insulting. I treated those boys like family. And they turn on me? Me? I was their mentor. I was the reason they got so popular? And they...? FOOK them. Fook them up their stupid dumb ass faces. They make me so mad... I could... I could...
~Alice begins looking around for something to destory. She finds a sock and begings twisting and pulling at it. CJ watches in amusement before stopping her~
CJ O’Donnell: Relax Alice. You will get your hands on them very soon. No need to take your frustration out on my dirty gym sock from earlier it did nothing to you.
~As far as PerZag he will get his in due time. First we handle those unworthy pieces of turds. We send a message. We make a fooking statement. I want you to release the beast from with. No more nice Alice~
Alice: Screw PerZag and his boyfriends. But.. But you got enjoy the fun Alice. Everybody does. Quirky and silly Alice. HOOT! HOOT! HOOT! Owls, mustard and all that noise. Heck... hell even, you might not like my evil within' when released. I know you can handle anything, but a crazy mean ME!?! MEAN ME!?!??! I don't think anyone will like anymore if i'm not the worlds sweet heart. When the evil Alice is out there. When I am not 'nice Alice' anymore... things happen, babe. CJ, I've done some things. I can do some things. Some Wonderful, terrible things.
~A sound of thunder can be heard randomly as Alice finishes venting~
Alice: Is it supposed to be stormy? Huh?
CJ O’Donnell: Who cares what people think? You can not make everyone happy in life. Make yourself happy. If they don’t like it FOOK ‘em. Yeah we are in Ireland it rains constantly and thunderstorms happen randomly … why? No need to be alarmed.
Alice: True enough. True. En. Ough. Let's just 'storm' through these Dravers. Worry about PerZag later. He will get his. Tonight's the Dravers' ass. ... So... What you listening to anyway?
~Alice pulls out his ear bud and puts in in her ear, the two face to face as she listens~
CJ O’Donnell: Just something to get the blood flowing and get me in the right mindset. I tend to listen to older music. Don’t know if you know this band …
Alice: Is... is... this Greta Van Fleet?
CJ O'Donnell: No... no, bae. This is Led Zeppelin!! You should know this... Greta von what? Is it German?
Alice: No... they're new, hip and cool. But day to be classics. Trust me.
CJ O'Donnell: Mmmhmm.
~Alice gently jabs CJ in the shoulder.~
CJ O’Donnell: That better be a love tap. I know you have a lot more power behind your punches. Tonight we make quick work of The Dravers Twins and then later tonight well … I don’t have to tell you what happens. Just let your imagination run wild.
~Alice bites her bottom lip as CJ nods his head as we cut to commercial~
Check out The Incredible One's Massacre Promo
"The Artist, the Easel and the Paint"
The Incredible One (2-1) vs. Lobster Mobster (0-3)
~Lobster Mobster is in the ring swinging his Tommy Gun around while puffing on his cigar. How does the lit cigar not burn or catch fire to his costume? We don’t ask these types of questions. Instead, the Lobster Mobster does his thing, eyeing people with his black eyes like they owe him money~
Belvedere: The Lobster Mobster!
~The fans give an ‘okay’ reaction~
Belvedere: And, it’s opponent…
~“Are You Ready” by Disturbed hits!! The fans stand and give a strong ovation for the OCW Hall of Famer, The Incredible One. He marches down to the ring with a serious look on his face...serious, but not crazy. It appears ‘good’ TIO is running the engine...as of right now, anyway. Which, is positive news for the not-so-intimidating Lobster Mobster. TIO reaches the ring, he hustles up the steps and enters into the ring~
Belvedere: From Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 245lbs...he is a former OCW Champion...he is in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is...The Incredible One!!!
~Belvedere exits. TIO removes his leather jacket, handing it to Belvedere as he’s exiting. Belvedere cautiously accepts. TIO then turns toward Lobster Mobster...TIO looks to be in great shape. The bell rings. Lobster Mobster points his gun at TIO~
Smith: TIO looks as fit as he did the first time he stepped inside an OCW ring, Hood. He’s barely aged a day!
Hood: What are you talking about? He’s got a gray whisker in that beard, Smith. He’s over the hill. Mark it down!
~TIO sees the gun and it triggers him (PUN ALERT). He tilts his head...his eyes begin to shift. He marches straight for Lobster Mobster. LM tries to warn him off with the gun but I think we all know, by this point, that the gun is a prop. TIO snares the gun and rips it from LM’s hand...he then proceeds to beat him with it~
Smith: TIO is tommy gun whipping the Lobster Mobster!
Hood: Typically it’s the mobster that beats people as if they owe them money. Not tonight...tonight TIO is doing the beating.
Smith: That gun took TIO to a dark place, Hood. A place we’ve all, unfortunately, traveled alongside the legend on more than one occasion.
~Scruff lets TIO maul the Lobster Mobster because, well, he doesn’t wanna be next. TIO tosses the now warped gun out of the ring and he drags the unconscious anthropomorphic crustacean into the center of the ring. He drops to his knees and begins to pound LM in the head with his fists over and over and over and over again. Fans look away, this is getting nasty. Scruff finally signals for the bell~
Belvedere: Here is your winner via ref stoppage...THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!!!
Smith: TIO has won by, basically, beating the Lobster Mobster down.
Hood: Yikes. CJ returned to torment THIS guy? Might have been a bad move on CJ’s part.
~TIO continues to assault Lobster Mobster as Scruff motions for some OCW security to hit the ring. They do and they work to pry an enraged TIO off...Once on his feet, TIO’s demeanor shifts. He looks down at the damage he’s caused...he looks at his red, irritated, slightly bloodied fists and he starts to apologize for his actions~
Smith: It seems the friendlier portion of TIO’s personality has regained control.
Hood: This guy is less consistent than a woman.
Smith: HOOD!
~TIO curses. He motions for a mic. Nobody moves...he yells for a mic. An OCW employee rushes to get one...nobody wants to awaken the super angry portion of his personality. The medical staff scatter as TIO heads for the Lobster Mobster, who remains down~
Smith: TIO's got a message to get across and there's nobody eager to get in his way.
Hood: Yea, nobody in that ring gets paid enough to step up to TIO and whatever he's got going on inside his head.
~After having his hand raised by the ref, TIO tosses Lobster Mobster out of the ring and motions for a microphone. His music fades out as TIO taps the mic for sound, before raising it to speak.~
TIO: Okay, now that that warm up match is done… I need you, CJ, to come out to this ring and chat. Two weeks ago we got off the wrong foot and things escalated… that’s what the old me would’ve done. I’ve told people I’m a changed man and I want to prove it by opening up a dialogue with you. I want to understand why you did it and come up with a peaceful resolution. So what do you say, CJ?
~TIO points the mic to the ramp as the crowd buzzes to see if CJ will respond to TIO’s question. A few moments pass as TIO begins to shake his head but the big screen flashes and reveals CJ sitting in a chair backstage. He goes to speak but he stops when TIO drops down to one knee and holds his head. He drops the mic and begins to yell before falling down head first onto the mat. CJ gets up slightly from his chair, looking at his video source intrigued as TIO starts to move again, as he slowly rotates his head in a skewed way, and smiling at CJ.~
“TIO”: Hello Ceeeeeee Jaaaaaay… hahahahaha.
~TIO skins the cat and gets to his feet, laughing maniacally, as he climbs the turnbuckle and sits on it, facing the big screen.~
“TIO”: You need to open your ears and listen to me very carefully you irish fuck. Your “pal” Ian may want to open up, what did he say… a “dialogue” but what I want to do is open a can of whoop ass on your pale ass. You cost us the chance to become OCW Champion again, and Ian might think there’s a peaceful way to solve this little dilemma but let me be straight with you… THERE - IS - NOT! So you’re going to accept MY CHALLENGE to a match at Luck of the Violent and then I’m going to make you wish you never returned to OCW!
~TIO lowers the microphone, his tongue wagging in glee from his challenge as CJ looks on. He strokes his goatee in thought before leaning into the camera.~
CJ O’Donnell: Nope.
~Before TIO can respond, the feed cuts and the screen goes to black. The crowd boos heavily at CJ’s response as TIO goes absolutely ballistic. He throws the microphone into the crowd, and he begins to trash ringside, throwing garbage cans, equipment and cameras around. TIO stomps up the ramp, cursing loudly and throwing his hands wildly in the air as the feed cuts to commentary.~
Hood: TIO needs to be medicated. Or needs to smoke a TON of mary jane.
Smith: He needs to see a doctor!
Hood: He is! And it ain’t fucking helping!
Smith: Also, CJ flat out denied TIO the match.
Hood: I wouldn’t want to get in the ring with the way TIO is, I don’t blame him!
Smith: I don’t think that’s the reason… Like you said earlier, CJ is playing his cards close to the chest. We’ll have to see how this develops further!
~We cut to commercial~
~We cut backstage to where renowned interviewer extraordinaire Jones is standing by~
Jones: What a brilliant night we’ve had so far, fans. It’s almost time for the main event!
???: HEY JONES!!!!
Jones: Ah shit, not again….!
~Before Jones can react **THWACK!!** He is once again laid out with the SEEING DOUBLE superkick~
Jonathan: You’re damn right it’s time for the main event.
Nathan: And this time, we’re right where we should be.
~Nathan turns to Jonathan with a confused look~
Nathan: Hey, uh… before we go out there, do you think we’re going to ever get into trouble for laying out so many backstage staff?
~The twins look down at Jones with a knowing smirk. They then turn to the camera and **THWACK!!** They lay out the camera man with a SEEING DOUBLE. The camera man falls and the camera falls to the floor, the screen falling to the side and the lens cracking a little bit~
Jonathan: I don’t know, bro. Jones, what do you think?
~Jonathan mockingly cups his ear at Jones’s moans of pain and anguish~
Jonathan: I can’t hear you….
Nathan: Ah well…let’s go.
~The twins walk away laughing to themselves as the camera fades, while still laying on its side. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Those Dravers’. It’s such a shame. They used to be so entertaining to watch.
Hood: ‘Used to be’? What, you mean to say that you, Smith, are saying Jonathan and Nathan are no longer entertaining?
Smith: No. They are still great in the ring - their skill as a tag team cannot be denied. But….
Hood: But….?
Smith: Why did you say it like that?
Hood: Say what like what?
Smith: You said that I Smith, said that the Dravers’s were no longer entertaining.
Hood: Well…. When they find out that you said that and they kick your head off, I want to be long gone.
Smith: Hood!
Hood: WHAT? I’m right here...stop yelling!
Smith: Sorry. Those Dravers and their new attitude are about to step into the ring. We’ve got our main event, folks and it’s next!
Main Event
Tag Team Match
The Dravers Twins (2-1) vs. Alice Knight & CJ O’Donnell
~It’s Main Event time which means there’s a thickness in the air. The thickness of anticipation. There haven’t been many matches here tonight...something that Galway seems to be taking GREAT UMBRAGE with. However, we’ve saved the absolute best for last. A match capable of headlining any Massacre at any location. So, having said that...YOU’RE WELCOME, GALWAY. Belvedere clears his throat to a strong ovation from the people of Galway~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!! The following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first…
~The Boys are back by Dropkick Murphy's begins to play....RECORD SCRATCH. The voices of Nathan and Jonathan echo over the speakers. 'There's no need for that anymore!' And then Bad Guy by Eminem kicks in as the OCW Faithful begin to booooooo!!!~
~At 'it's revenge that I seek', the twins step through the curtain and are showered with boos, which they ignore. They look round at the Faithful, with surly looks on their faces. They walk down to the ring with purpose, leap over the top rope and into the ring. They run towards the corner and act like they're going to climb up but don't. Instead, they shake their heads and flip off the OCW Faithful, earning more boos~
Belvedere: At a total combined weight of 400lbs...they are two time OCW Tag Team Champions...ladies and gentlemen...The Dravers Twins!!!
~More boos pour in for the Dravers~
Smith: I never thought I’d see the day when my beloved Dravers would be booed.
Hood: Rational people have been booing them for years, Smith.
Smith: Unbelievable.
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
~"Kings Never Die" by Eminem begins to play. Out steps ALICE KNIGHT...she’s looking very dark and serious...not quite as dark as, say, THE BATMAN...but still pretty dark. Behind her emerges the one, the only, the Distinguished, CJ O’Donnell. The fans go wild...continuing to cheer for the man who represents their people. He throws his arm around Alice and together the duo make their way toward the ring~
Smith: I have no words. She doesn’t even come out to her own theme anymore!
Hood: This is a way better song, Smith. Like, WAY better.
Smith: I disagree.
~The Dravers anxiously await...smiles on their faces, eager to put a quick end to this renewed relationship. CJ and Alice reach the ring. CJ watches as Alice heads up the steps...he follows...they get to the apron and CJ sits on the middle rope, giving Alice room to easily step inside. He hops inside right behind her~
Belvedere: From Bethel, New York and Boston, Massachusetts...I give you, for the first time in OCW history...the team of Alice Knight and CJ O’Donnell!!!!
~Huge pop from the fans as Belvedere exits leaving Scruff in the ring with the two teams~
Smith: I just hope she’s happy.
Hood: Of course she’s happy! She’s with her king! Which makes her...what do they call the woman that fucks the king?
Smith: Uh, the queen?
Hood: No, no...not the queen. That sidepiece that’s in every tv show about a king. Ya know, the one that’s actually fucking him while the actual queen is off trying to look busy and important.
Smith: I don’t think those had an actual name, Hood. Perhaps, ‘mistress’.
~Before CJ and Alice can decide on a starter, they are rushed by The Dravers!! The fans boo!! Scruff backs out of the way. Nathan and Jonathan pounce on CJ and Alice, punching them back into their corner...however, the duo fight back!!! The crowd cheers! CJ and Alice throw punches of their own, sending the Dravers Twins stumbling toward the center of the ring. The twins hold their ground, punching back...all four members brawl in the center of the ring during the evening hours in Galway much to the crowd’s delight~
Smith: The Dravers attempting to steal this one early only to be met by the equally eager tandem of Alice and CJ!
Hood: And these fans are eating it up. CJ may want to stay over here once our tour is done.
Smith: He’s very over.
Hood: Over like Rover if he ever met Grover while carrying a four leaf clover.
Smith: 3/10
~The Dravers, in unison, rake the eyes of Alice and CJ, stunning the OCW stars!! They stumble. Nathan and Jonathan take a step back, getting ready for dual super kicks...they rush forward...but Alice and CJ duck and hoist the Dravers over the top rope and to the outside!!! The Dravers land hard!!! The fans go wild!!! CJ talks shit down at the twins while Alice embraces him with a hug...a huge ‘CJ!’ chant fills the air~
Smith: Tremendous reaction by Alice and CJ. I’ll give them that.
Hood: Oh, how nice of you.
Smith: It’s going to take awhile for me to get used to this, Hood. That’s all I’m saying.
~The Dravers are back on their feet, stunned. The fight in Alice and CJ along with the crowd reaction has thrown them. They consult with each other while walking around the ring, back to their corner. Jonathan walks up the steps while Nathan slides into the ring. CJ nods at Alice to take the apron...but she doesn’t want to. She wants revenge. CJ understands and puts up no resistance, taking the apron for himself. Alice and Nathan stare each other down as the bell finally rings~
Smith: And we’re officially underway! Alice taking on Nathan Dravers to start things off!
Hood: It’s been...how long since the Dravers gave her facial reconstructive surgery?
Smith: Over a month and I hate the way you phrased that.
Hood: Yea, well, suck my nuts.
~Nathan reaches for Alice to lock up but Alice ducks, spins around and kicks him in the gut! Nathan doubles over. Alice lifts a knee into Nathan’s face, sending the former tag champion stumbling into the ropes. The fans all “HOOT!” but Alice no sells the fans. She runs forward and smashes Nathan in the face with a forearm before whipping him across the ring...he charges into the opposite ropes. Alice leans back and fires off the ropes...she meets Nathan in the center of the ring and takes him down with Slingblade!!!! Nathan hits the mat hard! Alice pops back to her feet and she runs forward, leaping into the air and knocking Jonathan off the apron with a dropkick!!! More cheering and HOOTING from the fans~
Smith: Alice Knight is blowing off some steam. Letting out some of that pent up anger from the Dravers betrayal.
Hood: She’s not flapping those wings, though.
Smith: Nope, she seems to be ignoring the chants and cheers of her hooters.
~Alice is back on her feet. She pulls Nathan up and boots him in the gut. She hooks him for THE APACHE!! But Nathan shoves her off and into the ropes...as she hits the ropes, Jonathan reaches in and pulls back on her legs causing Alice to fall and smack face first into the mat. The fans BOOO!! CJ tries to get into the ring but Scruff rushes over to stop him allowing Jonathan a chance to pull Alice out of the ring. He whips her into the barricade where her back crashes into the steel...he then picks her up and carries her to the apron delivering snake eyes!! Her face smacking into the edge of the apron. She collapses to the ground. The fans continue to boo...CJ pleads with Scruff to turn around but Scruff wants him out of the ring. Finally, CJ complies and Jonathan picks Alice up, tossing her back into the ring. Scruff turns and all he sees is Nathan standing over the down Alice~
Smith: I may not be totally happy with Alice these days but that was ridiculous!
Hood: Go Dravers Go!
Smith: Scruff has got to be more aware than that.
Hood: LOL good luck on that ever happening
~Nathan pulls Alice up and he whips her, hard into his team’s corner. She SLAMS into the buckles. Nathan charges in and spins around, delivering a huge elbow into Alice’s face with the weight of his body crushing her in the corner. He then tags Jonathan in. The fans continue to boo and yell, voicing their displeasure. Jonathan steps into the center of the ring...Nathan whips Alice toward Jonathan...he leaps up, wraps his legs around her head, spins around and tosses her out of the ring with a hurricanrana!!! Her body flies through the ropes, all the way into the barricade where it crashes, violently into the metal!! Fans dive backward, avoiding the impact. CJ hops off the apron and rushes over to check on her~
Smith: Oh no! That’s about the most dangerous hurricanrana I’ve ever seen.
Hood: Dravers! Dravers! Dravers!
Smith: Will you be quiet! She’s hurt!
Hood: Alice is hurt? Now’s not the time for silence, Smith. Now’s the time for CHEERS
~Nathan rounds the corner and squares off with CJ. CJ points and yells at him...Nathan tells CJ to come for him. CJ doesn’t hesitate. Scruff slides out under the bottom rope, getting in between the two. They lunge at one another with Scruff in between. CJ’s anger pushes the action forward with Nathan backing up. Jonathan hops over the top rope...Scruff can’t see what’s going on around Alice. Jonathan pulls Alice up and he slings her into the steel steps, hard. A loud BANG sounds throughout Galway. CJ turns around upon hearing the noise and he heads for Jonathan, but Nathan grabs him by the hair, spinning him around...CJ greets him with a straight right hand that sends Nathan stumbling back and over the steps, landing on the other side, hard. CJ turns back to help Alice but, again, Scruff gets in his way. Jonathan, by this point, is in the ring with his hands in the air as if to say “I didn’t do anything!” although the smile on his face would indicate otherwise. CJ points at Scruff and threatens him to do his job and to keep his eyes on the action. He heads for Alice, dropping to one knee, tending to his partner~
Smith: This is totally out of hand. These Dravers are manipulating Scruff to the point that they’re abusing Alice.
Hood: Hey, not their fault Scruff is incompetent.
Smith: He’s lucky CJ hasn’t punched him yet.
Hood: Yea, CJ might haul off and let Scruff have it...DQ or no DQ...he’s not gonna sit back and watch Alice take much more punishment.
~CJ asks Alice if she’s okay...he asks if she wants to call it a night. She says no and she gets to her feet, stumbling around. CJ motions for her to wait for him to get on the apron so she can tag...but she ignores the advice, focused on hurting Jonathan. She rolls into the ring and is immediately greeted with boots from Jonathan. The booing from the fans increases~
Smith: Alice is so angry at the Dravers over their betrayal she won’t listen to CJ’s sound advice.
Hood: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...so long as that woman isn’t in a fist fight with a man.
~Alice tries to fight to her feet but she’s instantly corralled by Jonathan with a front face lock. He knees her in the ribs before tossing her arm over his neck and hoisting her up and over with a suplex!!! She lands hard, arching her back in pain. Jonathan pops back to his feet...he stands over Alice and begins to stomp on her while staring at CJ. CJ grinds his teeth, clinching his jaw and shaking his head...if only...IF ONLY he could get his hands on this mother fooker~
Smith: CJ wants in there so bad. Dravers better hope Alice doesn’t make that tag.
Hood: She won’t. She’s fuckin useless.
Smith: She’s not useless!
Hood: Look at her! Just laying there like a pile of dead ants. USELESS
~Jonathan pulls Alice up and slings her into his team’s corner. He turns to talk to Scruff, as he does, Nathan reaches over and wraps the tag rope around Alice’s throat, choking her. The fans boo!!! CJ points and yells...Scruff tries to look around Jonathan, but Jonathan blocks him. Scruff warns him...Jonathan moves, Scruff looks and Alice is on the mat, coughing with Nathan standing back, looking all innocent. More booing from the fans. Jonathan steps forward and tags his brother into the match~
Smith: Dang it, Scruff!
Hood: Haha, don’t ever change, man. Scruff doing Scruff things since 1999.
~Jonathan pulls Alice off the mat and whips her toward his waiting brother...Alice runs forward and is nearly decapitated via a lariat from Nathan!! She turns inside out before landing on the mat, hard. Nathan makes a cover...Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Alice survives...but, for how long?
Hood: Not much longer, that’s for damn sure.
Smith: CJ has got to get into this match or, as you said, I’m afraid it’s over.
~Nathan punches Alice in the head from his knees out of frustration. He returns to his feet and stomps. He looks over at CJ...CJ paces...he yells encouragement toward Alice. Nathan threatens to Superkick CJ! CJ flinches, Nathan laughs at him. He turns around and Alice pops to her feet and kicks him in the gut!!! The fans go wild!!! Alice hooks him for THE APACHE but, once again, Nathan blocks it and bullies her back, slamming her into his teams corner. He proceeds to lay shoulder after shoulder after shoulder into her midsection until she can barely stand. He then tags Jonathan back into the match~
Smith: Some life out of Alice albeit short lived.
Hood: Finish her off, Dravers...before anything crazy happens.
~Jonathan seems to share Hood’s opinion. Nathan pulls Alice forward and stations her in the center of the ring. The twins stalk Alice...they get on either side...they coil...they lunge forward with SEEING DOUBLE...but Alice hits the mat with the splits!!! Their legs catch each other in the face!!! The twins drop to the mat, stunned by each other’s superkick!!! The fans go wild!! CJ holds onto the tag rope, extending his hand as far as he can. Alice looks up and slowly crawls his way...the fans are on their feet, cheering~
Smith: C’mon, Alice! Make the tag!
Hood: Son of a bitch!
~Alice makes her way for CJ. Nathan and Jonathan both roll onto their fronts and see Alice heading that way...they scramble, trying to reach her. They grasp at her feet...but Alice lunges and she makes the tag!!! Galway goes wild!!! CJ leaps over the top rope and enters the match! Nathan and Jonathan both struggle to their feet. CJ punches Jonathan, knocking him down. He turns and punches Nathan, knocking him down. The fans go wild with each strike. Jonathan scrambles back to his feet only to receive a knee lift into the face, sending hims tumbling into a corner. CJ grabs Nathan and whips him into his brother, smashing into the corner. CJ charges in and throws a flying knee into Nathan’s face, tossing him toward the center of the ring where the tumbles forward. CJ then delivers a jumping knee into Jonathan’s face before grabbing him by the head and charging forward, dropping him with a bulldog on top of his brother. CJ pops back to his feet...the fans chant “CJ! CJ! CJ!” he beats his chest, fired up~
Smith: CJ is on fire!
Hood: Not literally!
Smith: No, he’s not literally on fire, Hood. I think that’s obvious.
~CJ grabs Nathan and throws him into a corner. He marches forward, punching Nathan in the head and the gut. Jonathan comes flying in with a splash!! The fans boo!!! CJ turns around to fight Jonathan off but Nathan punches him from behind...soon the Dravers Twins are swarming CJ with punches. The fans boo...Scruff stands back, vacillating, unsure what to do~
Smith: C’mon, Scruff! Regain order!
~CJ is overcome by the twins...until Alice enters!! She hops onto the apron and springboards off the top rope, taking Jonathan down with a backstabber!!! Jonathan flies into the air before hitting the mat, writhing around, holding his back. CJ drops to one knee...Alice pops back up and runs forward, stepping up on CJ before hitting Nathan in the head with a Shining Wizard!!! Nathan falls back into a corner. Alice lands on the mat and helps CJ up...the two embrace...the crowd goes wild~
Smith: I know I’m a little angry at her but...I can’t help it...Way to go Alice!
Hood: Ugh. Let the hate flow, Smith. Don’t regress!
~A warm embrace filling all of OCW’s hearts with mirth and joy and feel good fuzzies. That is, until...a loud CRACK! Sounds out!!! CJ drops to both knees, arching his back in pain. Alice looks up to see PERZAG with a chair in his hands. He quickly SMASHES her in the head with it, sending Knight to the mat. CJ curses and tries to get up, fighting through the pain, but PerZag hits him again. Scruff instantly calls for the bell as the fans boo~
Belvedere: Here are your winners via Disqualification...ALICE KNIGHT AND CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!
Smith: Finally! Scruff did something!
Hood: Damnit. You let ALL that shit go and then DQ them over a few tiny chair shots?
Smith: TINY CHAIR SHOTS? Are you kidding me?! Not to mention PerZag isn’t even in this match.
Hood: He’s protecting his boys.
~PerZag chases Scruff out of the ring with the chair. Jonathan and Nathan return to their feet, they stomp on Alice and CJ, keeping them down. PerZag motions for Nathan and Jonathan to finish the job. They pull Alice up. CJ fights back but PerZag manages to lasso him in a full nelson, rendering him motionless. He has to watch as the twins smack Alice in the face with SEEING DOUBLE!!! She collapses to the mat...a scene very reminiscent of their initial heel turn~
Smith: Damnit!
Hood: Haha...this is awesome. WORTHY
~PerZag leans in, headbutting CJ in the back of the skull before releasing his full nelson and shoving him forward. CJ throws a few wild punches at nothing in particular...he’s dazed and out on his feet, pretty much. The twins put him to rest with SEEING DOUBLE!!! He falls to the mat. More booing from the fans. The Dravers position CJ and Alice in the ring on top of each other in the ‘69’ position. PerZag laughs and swivels his hips a bit...more BOOING from the fans~
Smith: Okay, that’s too far. TOO FAR
Hood: Their showing THEIR WORTH, Smith. These three are the most worthy and it isn’t even close.
Smith: Yea? Well they didn’t even get the win, Hood.
Hood: Who gives a fuck about winning when you stand tall at the end of the evening.
Smith: Well this is disgusting...however you wanna excuse it. And this is the VERY reason CJ is recruiting Curt. PerZag and the Dravers are threatening to run right over and through this roster.
Hood: Well, Curt had better hurry up and accept.
Smith: Folks, these fans are riotous. Let's cut backstage while security tries to regain order out here.
~We open up backstage and Vee/Ronnie/Veronica, whatever she calls herself is standing by Welsh’s door, and still no one has answered her on where he is. Always one step behind, like with The Lost Stranger. She’d be a terrible Private Investigator. The Leo walks up, the aura of an self-confidence that probably wasn’t earned beams off him proudly, and he notices her.
The Leo: Yo, Vee!
Vee: Hey, Leo. Have you seen Marcus?
The Leo: He’s around somewhere. Hey! While your here, think I could get a bit of a interview?
~She sighs, and nods as she steps towards him.~
Vee: Yeah, alright. Have at it.
The Leo: Sweet! Alright, so like, a lot of folks seem to think you have found a groove that works in OCW and having you competing for other championships.
Vee: Oh? Which ones?
The Leo: Oh maybe like the one belonging to absolute LEGEND you ridin!
~Vee smacks him across the shoulder, but shrugs and nods.~
Vee: Yeah, one day, but not now Leo. We’re not like that.
Hood: Wait, she just say we?
Smith: Apparently so.
Hood: There goes the neighbourhood.
The Leo: You really are all about the Trans-Atlantic title. You must be upset it’s not over your shoulder right now.
Vee: Yes we are, Leo. The goal we’ve always had was to be the absolute best Trans-Atlantic champion, and one of the top tier of OCW. It’s no coincidence a couple other undefeated wrestlers happen to be related to us.
The Leo: One of the wrestlers you have taken along the in your streak is Kelson Hewitt and he seems still annoyed with your match a couple weeks ago.
Vee: Oh my god, he really needs to man-up and grow a pair. It’s not like we had someone interfere in the match. So we poked him in the eye. So we gave him a low blow. If he had’ve been prepared to face us he would’ve known that move could happen considering it’s a bloody trademark move! Besides, the fact he doesn’t wear a cup shows his lack of preparedness.
Hood: It’s true Smith. Strong and Proud. By whatever means necessary.
Smith: At least that’s where she draws the line.
Hood: They, not just one.
Vee: He likes to think that OCW is some cozy little Mary Poppin’s promotion where things are even and fair. We all get the same opportunities if we earn them, and OCW is about how much you really want it. Three mainevents and he’s one and two. When he’s ready to want to win, and realizes OCW isn’t for pussies, he’ll get there. Until then, that’s the last we’ll have to say about him.
~Leo is a bit taken back by the we’s and us’s being thrown around but he knows she’s already crazy. She dated Atara Themis after all.~
The Leo: Now it’s The Stranger you are facing next Sunday in a steel cage where you have to tap the right leprechaun on the head to get the TransAtlantic title and escape the cage. You have been after him since last year, are you… all… excited?
Vee: Vee and I couldn’t be more excited. We almost had him before Zybala became a participant and took that win away from us but at least it didn’t count for a loss. But yeah, we are looking forward to taking him on in the ring. We will climb our way to the top of this company. It started with Dylan Thomas, continues with The Stranger and we’ll see who comes next. We are the future of this strong and proud company, because that is what we are.
The Leo: Are you worried at all you’ll lose your title and your winning streak?
Vee: The streak… while it’s nice, it’s not what defines a wrestler. It’s all the adversities you go head to head with, how you pick yourself up off the ground but mark our words, we aren’t losing our Trans-Atlantic championship. Our journey has only just begun. God forgives, Leo.
OCW Faithful: WE DON’T!!!!
Vee: Tell Marcus to call Ronnie when you see him. We’d appreciate it.
~Vee walks off, presumably leaving the arena.~
Smith: I thnk she can do it.
Hood: Well, The Stranger is at a disadvantage as his brutal finisher is useless in a cage match.
Smith: Never even considered that.
~We cut back to ringside. PerZag and the Dravers have exited. CJ is on his feet...he's irate. The fans haven't calmed down much. Alice is sitting on the mat, holding her head. CJ checks on her~
Smith: And things out here haven't quieted. PerZag and The Dravers made their exit just before CJ came around. Not shock there.
Hood: Well, why stick around? They did their job and exited.
Smith: CJ and these Irish fans are furious.
~CJ drops to one knee, helping Alice. He looks toward the back and shakes his head...he's pissed and concerned~
Smith: It's apparent more so now than ever he needs help. This entire roster needs help, Hood. PerZag and the Dravers make statement after statement...after tonight, they have staked their claim as the dominant force in OCW.
Hood: I love it.
Smith: Folks, Luck of the Violent is SIX DAYS away. That's it for us here in Galway, we'll see you all in Dublin! Have a safe week everybody!
~We get one final shot of a bothered CJ as the show comes to an end~