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OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! March 7th 2022
From Páirc Uí Chaoimh
IN Cork, Ireland

~ Our screens fill with a packed crowd of drunk OCW Faithful in Ireland, and they are very excited for OCW to be visiting them with the jam-packed card this evening, being the first show in The Great Illuminatus. In the middle of the ring stands the ruggedly handsome man’s man and best mother fucking announcer this side of the Jamesons Whiskey Distillery, Belvedere, stands centre ring and raises the microphone signalling to shut the hell up. ~

Smith: Hello OCW Faithful! We are live (possibly taped) from Páirc Uí Chaoimh, in Cork, Ireland and what a quaint, beautiful city, Hood!

Hood: Did you just say “quaint”?

Smith: Yes…

Hood: And you wonder why I am the way I am. Dealing with this shit. Good news is it’s Ireland, and even the Nuns are drunk off their asses, so I can be too! Got a pint on the way, Smith. I ordered you a cranberry juice and leprechaun piss.

~Belvedere manages to cut off Smith from a response and gets the action moving~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentleman, OCW always looks for the fans who are Proud and Strong, and that’s why we are here; because you are Proud and Strong… LIKE OCW!

~ The fans pop. There are curse words, Irish drinking songs, and other Irish cliches. ~

Belvedere: OCW Beneficiaries Meghan Strader and Tamika Strader of the Cowgirls From Hell, one of the tag teams in tonight’s Main Event, are having a tribute for some other companies Hall of Famer in Scott Nash Strader! So without further adieu…

Smith: This is truly touching, Hood. Scott would’ve been 57 years old today!

Hood: I heard Veronica say he would’ve most likely invested in Big Bifford’s Chicken Sandwiches.

Belvedere: Please welcome OCW’s own… COWGIRLS FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

~ A blast from the past and obvious tribute to the original CFH (Cowboys From Hell) as that aptly named song by Pantera fires through the sound system and the sound of two 1968 FLH ElectraGlide Harley Davidsons fill the stadium. Done in a metallic baby blue paint jobs with the CFH Cow Skull airbrushed on the side of the petrol (what it’s Ireland!) tanks but most importantly Meghan and Tamika Strader on them, roll out to quite the pop. ~

Smith: We get to start to show with the Cowgirls and end with them!

~ Hood just twirls his index finger in the air. -

Smith: Well I am excited!

~ The sisters ride down to the ring decked out in their biker ring gear with Denim Kuttes with the original Cowboys CFH patches and black bandanas. Belvedere hands Meghan the microphone as Tamika hops up on the top turnbuckle to sit down. The music dies down and the Irish people are all jacked up! ~

Meghan: Oh Ireland is so good to ride in and take over this town!!!!!!

~ The OCW Faithful start stomping their feet imitating the sounds of hoofbeats. Tamika nods her head with an approving smile and claps her hands. Meghan turns her head to the left slightly and unleashes a devilish grin. ~

Hood: Wait, what the hell was that about?

Smith: It's the sound of hoofbeats, Hood.

Hood: Righttttttt.

Meghan: Tonight would’ve been Scott Nash Strader’s 57th birthday and throughout the night there were a few different people from the family's past that were gonna talk about him but that won’t be happening anymore.

~ Meghan hands the microphone to Tamika and makes her way over to the side of the ring to grab another one. ~

Tamika: Which sucks but me and Meghan will make up for that. One thing for sure, dad would’ve loved OCW! Definitely a promotion he would choose over his kids any day of the week.

Hood: He sounds like a smart dude. Why isn’t he here?

Smith: He was murdered almost a year ago, Hood. Do you ever research?

Hood: Sure, I research how to murder Owls.

Meghan: I grew up from the cradle in this business and has never not been a part of my life. It’s no secret when I was a young teenager entering high school I was taken by a mad man of a wrestler and our dad went through hell to get me out of the insanity I was going through. After that, he gave me the strength, even if I didn’t realize that at the time, to move past it, conquer the demons that spawned from it and I became his manager at the age of 16!

Tamika: At the age of 16 for me and my lil’bruh John,we finally met our dad. We always knew who he was and while John followed his path into the world of motorcycle enthusiasts, I took on his love of wrestling eventually forming a tribute to him and Cowboys From Hell!

Smith: Very heartwarming.

Hood: So is a dead Alice Knight.

Smith: I will Hoot you, sir.

Meghan: Knifey, tell them to hit play.

~ We switch to Knifeman by the truck in the back who is waving his large knife around excitedly and Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida” begins to play accompanied by a video package. ~

I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word

~A shot of a 33-Year-Old SNS debuting in UWF. SNS rolls up DeathSun, arch-nemesis, for UWF title~

Now in the morning, I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own

~He holds up the ICW US and WIWA IC with the UWF World title around his waist. He stands tall with first tag partner Donnie “Blitz” Clarke as Seek & Destroy, multiple time tag team champions.~

I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

~Old photos of his patching into the Bandidos MC. Home videos of SNS and Meghan’s mother, Elizabeth, as teenagers in the early 80’s play~

Listen as the crowd would sing Now the old king is dead, long live the king `SNS with the twins' mother, Lisa Hayes, heading off to Calgary at 18 years to train as a wrestler.` One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me

~Multiple shots of many tag Team championships with His brothers, Eric Hartman, Kumquat Kid, Chris Chimaira, and Duff Cotê D’Ivoirè~

And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

~SNS stands tall holding up the W4F TV title, and becoming the longest reigning HiC Trash’N’Thrash Champion~

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

~Being denied his world title shot in HiC by spiteful new owner Jason Keldman.~

Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field

~SNS starting up Apex Wrestling Entertainment and eventually merging with Premier Championship Wrestling to form Apex Championship Wrestling flashing the company logos.~

For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never, never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world

~Scott returns to the ring in CWA and becomes the World Champion after a gruelling feud with Athena Onassis, The Huntress~

It was a wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in

~We see Scott holding up the PWA Television title, showing bits from 5 successful defences to earn a Money in the Bank match.~

Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become

~Scott cashes in but has to forfeit due to injury. Next his return a few months later and wins the PWA World title against Matthew The Virus Engel inside a cage set ablaze called London’s Burning~

Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate

~Corey Lazarus makes his return during a rematch between Virus and Strader, causing a double DQ where the PWA at the time Rob Robinson strips Scott of his title so he could win a month later, Scott never getting another shot~

Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh, who would ever want to be king?

~From here we see flashes of different situations throughout his career including the time he showed up 100 Bandidos MC members strong at the Summer of ‘76 to hunt down his future son in law, Simon Kalis, as part of a year-long swerve.~

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

~Strader is seen rampaging through the PWA Dome in St. Louis, Missouri with a double barrel shotgun hunting Lucious Starr, a piece of trash who hurt Simon’s daughter Maya. Scott was sleeping with her. At least he’s consistent.~

Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field

~Strader teams up with other stars for a Survivor Series match for the final show in the PWA he would take part in~

For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name

~Home video is shown of him teaching Victoria how to ride his 1750CC Harley Davidson Wide Glide. More home videos of him training the Trans-Atlantic Champion.~

Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world

~Scott becomes the manager of Mad Max in Uprising, showing multiple shots of him with her at ringside and entering the ring up until his untimely death.~

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

~One last image of Scott with his daughters, son, and grand daughters as the song winds down.~

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Calvary choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world

RIP Scott Nast Strader Born March 7th, 1965 to March 24th, 2021

~ We cut to commercial~

Singles Match
James Copeland (0-0) vs. Middle Finger Man (0-1)

Belvedere: Our first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

~ The sound of cheap glass shattering echoes throughout the stadium followed by a cheap MIDI rip off of a very popular middle finger toting SPORTS ENTERTAINER follows and the fans are cheering. Who wouldn’t cheer for a man missing 8 fingers constantly flipping people off? LOSERS! That’s who!~

Belvedere: He is.... MIDDLE FINGER MAN!

~ MFM reaches the ring heading to each corner and automatically flipping off the Irish fans in attendance. ~

Belvedere: And his opponent making his OCW in-ring debut!

~ "Money" by Mystery Skulls blares through the speakers as the crowd audibly sigh in annoyance, as James Copeland struts out in a big fluffy white coat, sporting a pair of bright pink shades as he's backed by his henchmen of The Bomb Brothers. ~

Belvedere: weighing in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds, hailing from Grand Rapids, Michigan...

~ He thinks his shit doesn't stink, smiling widely as he lets the crowd bask in his glory. He takes off his jacket and tosses it at the smaller Bomb Bro, demanding he takes care of it, before walking to the ring with his head held up high. ~

Belvedere: Accompanied by the Bomb Brothers... he is “The Ultimate Package’...

~ The crowd despises this guy, and for good reason. He does whatever it takes to garner some heat before finding his way to the ring, stepping up to the side of the ring. He takes a step back, and slides into the ring, dry humping the mat in a sleazy manner to let the ladies in attendance get a good look at what he's capable of. ~

Belvedere: JAMES COPELAND!!!!

~ Most aren't impressed, but Copeland doesn't care, getting to a single knee and spreading his arms out. He stands up quickly and tosses his shades off to the side, before running the ropes in anticipation for his match. ~

Hood: Not gonna lie, Smith, but I think this guy is going to be a great addition to the roster.

Smith: From what I have seen from him and in my research is he is a coward and cheats to win.

Hood: Hey, a win is a win. You get it however you can!

DING DING DING

~ MFM and James meet in the middle of the ring and it most feel weird getting punched by hands that only have one finger but James replies with his various shitty MMA strikes getting the crowd riled up; no one appreciates a fist fight quite like the Irish. James grabs onto MFM’s left hand, Irish whips him into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline but MFM ducks under, bounces off the ropes, and returns fire with a successful Lou Thezs Press and the crowd cheers. ~

Smith: Middle Finger Man with a huge Thesz Press on Copeland!

Hood: Think Middle Finger Man will ever win a match?

Smith: Anything is possible in OCW.

~ Copeland looks annoyed and pulls a Three Stooges with a double eye poke to MFM, and he rolls off, hands covering his eyes. Copeland is up, and starts giving the fallen MFM stomps to the head, chest, stomach and pretty close to the crotch but not directly because who wants to lose to MFM via DQ? ~

Smith: Copeland should be careful, he doesn’t wanna to get DQ’ed.

Hood: Shit, I could go for a Blizzard right about now. I’m gonna text Alisa, you want one?

Smith: Do they even have Dairy Queen in Ireland?

Hood: If they do, I’m getting an Oreo and Jamesons Blizzard.

~ He picks up MFM who is dazed and Copeland realizes the opportunity, bounces off the ropes behind him and returns with BANKRUPT (spear) knocking the wind right out of Middle Finger Man. He makes the pin! ~

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... JAMES COPELAND!!!!

Smith: James Copeland’s long awaited debut is a successful one!

Hood: Hey, you don’t rush greatness, Smith.

Smith: Whether or not Mr. Copeland materializes into ‘greatness’ remains to be seen...but, so far, so good.

~We cut to commercial break~

The OCWtron lights up for the fans in attendance and for the fans at home it's an extremely simple transition. The OCW Faithful gives a pop for the returned Victoria Strader and she is walking through the back and it looks like she is talking to herself, the crazy bitch. ~

Victoria: So I have a state of the art Locker room back in Key West?

Chuck: Yes. I thought you were self aware inside Veronica’s psyche?

~ Ahh, that’s why. It’s a 2.5 foot talking murderous doll moonlighting as security. ~

Victoria: Big events sure, she couldn’t keep them from me, but “small” things are a different story.

Chuck: Rigggght. You remember throwing your sister off the roof?

~ Chuck is somehow sweating while being predominantly made from cheap Chinese plastic as he asks.~

Victoria: Yes, I do. Don’t worry Chuck, I know you were only doing what Ronnie asked of you. I can’t be mad at you.

Chuck: Thank Damballa!

~ The two continue walking down the corridor with Victoria looking at her waist and the TransAtlantic Championship with a smile. Apparently not everything Veronica has done bothers her. Chuck stops abruptly, pointing in front of them. ~

Chuck: Hey bossette, you see that?

Victoria: Huh? See wha—? Oh. What the heck?

~ A Leprechaun stands in their path about 8 feet ahead. ~

Leprechaun: Hehehahahehehaha!

Victoria: He seems friendly; he’s laughing.

Chuck: You never saw that Jennifer Aniston movie?

Victoria: No, bad horror is more my mom and auntie’s thing.

~ The little green dude dances by hopping side to side off each little foot. Chuck pulls a Chef’s Knife from his coveralls which is impressive as there is no way it could fit anywhere on his dollson (get it? Person for dolls! Geez, tough crowd). ~

Chuck: We should kill it, ma’am. Ten bucks says he bleeds Jameson Whiskey.

Victoria: No, it's cute. He’s harmless.

Chuck: You really need to watch that movie. It is basically a documentary on these little bastards.

~ Rich, Chuck. Rich. ~

Victoria: Come on Chuck, let’s go find my mom and auntie.

~ Chuck and Victoria walk past the Leprechaun and we go back to ringside. ~

Hood: Did someone spike our food with Acid? First Owls, then Chuck now Leprechauns ?

Smith: You know… you might be right.

Hood: So...are we gonna get the obvious?

Smith: CYPHER versus BALD?

Hood: Uh, no...I'm talking about The Leprechaun versus Chuck!

Smith: I doubt it, Hood.

Hood: Damn. I guess it's true what they say...little people are always getting the shaft.

Smith: I don't know who says that and I'd argue the veracity of that demeaning statement.

Hood: Blah. That other match you said...that one sounds rad, though.

Smith: Happy you think so because it's next!

Singles Match
CYPHER (0-0) vs. B.A.L.D. (3-1)

~We cut to the ring. The fans in Cork are loud and rowdy. Inside the ring stands CYPHER. Oof. This isn’t good. NO ENTRANCE~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring...CYPHER!

Smith: CYPHER inside the ring WITHOUT an entrance.

Hood: This can’t be good, if you’re a CYPHER fan.

Smith: I guess a wrestler without an entrance could win...I mean anything’s possible, right?

Hood: LOL!

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~An irascible, bitter man emerges from the back, making his way down the aisle, toward the ring. The Irish People of Cork BOO the man...he’s got a nasty attitude and NO HAIR. This man, is, of course BALD! OCW’s most famous skin head. He reaches the ring, hustles up the steps and enters through the ropes~

Belvedere: Standing 6’3 and weighing in at 253lbs...Baldwin Alex Leroy DeMarcus...otherwise known as B.A.L.D.!!!

~BALD grumbles a bit, muttering stuff about people with hair. Belvedere exits. Scruff is in the ring. The bell rings~

Smith: BALD has a surprisingly decent record.

Hood: Well, for a regular wrestler. As far as jobbers go...his record fuckin sucks.

Smith: Indeed. He’s not doing his ‘job’ with much effectiveness.

~BALD’s focus turns toward CYPHER. CYPHER slowly removes his hood to reveal...HAIR! BALD yells out “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” and he charges forward, head lowered. CYPHER darts out of the way...BALD jumps up onto the second buckle...he leaps off, spins around and head butts CYPHER in the back of the head!!! CYPHER staggers into the ropes, stunned~

Smith: BALD with a vicious...I guess you’d call it a reverse diving headbutt springboard off the middle buckle?

Hood: Fuck that. We’ll just call it, like, headbutt number two or some shit.

Smith: Works for me!

~BALD marches toward CYPHER, snatching a handful of hair. He rips CYPHER from the ropes and to the middle of the ring. BALD rears back and SMACKS CYPHER in the face with The World’s Deadliest Headbutt!!! CYPHER crumbles to the ring. BALD makes the cover...Scruff slides in with the count~

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...B.A.L.D.!!!!!

Smith: BALD crushes CYPHER as he runs his record to 4-1.

Hood: Unbelievable. This guy is supposed to LOSE to people...doesn’t he know that?

Smith: Well, in all fairness...CYPHER had to hold up his end of the bargain. And, well, he didn’t.

Hood: He’s more of a hack than a hacker, it appears.

Smith: BALD with another win as the hairless man continues to surprise!

~We cut to a dark gym Easton Alexander is unwrapping the tape on his hands, the tape dripping with blood~

Easton Alexander: "I hope these people are ready, I hope the wrestlers are ready. because march 14th is not going to be an easy night for whoever is across the ring with me, you will earn your pay... and the bills will be stained with blood."

~Alexander finishes taking off his tape and stands up~

Easton Alexander: "March 14th, I get the privilege to step between those ropes and fight for my life. March 14th the dragon rears its head... somebody's going to bleed."

~Alexander walks off. panning out to show multiple people knocked out cold in the ring. We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Easton Alexander...he'll be making his OCW debut next Monday.

Hood: Guy doesn't look like he's fuckin around.

Smith: Nope. He's as serious as they come and management expects him to make an immediate impact. Folks, don't miss Easton's debut NEXT Monday!

~High In The Clouds by Ol Dirty Bastard rings throughout the arena as Bob Grenier storms the curtain. He marches down the aisle quickly and demands a microphone.~

Bob: I have been here, slugging it out between these ropes for 8 years. For 8 years I have been the draw. I am beyond a shadow of a doubt, the reason we have asses in the seats this evening. Now tell me how a star of my magnitude, How a man of my status cannot say WORDS BLURRED BY OCW on TV. Our best days are behind us here in Online Championship Wrestling. The backstage area is a cesspool. Ian Bishop sucks. For the record, I'd really like to ** Alice Knight though!

~The crowd begins to boo. There is a small fraction of the audience who find it funny~

Bob: Got your attention there didn't I? Now I implore each and every one of you in attendance to hang onto the rest of my words. Classic OCW, Baby! That sentiment died the day Dean handed over the keys to the company.

~The crowd begins to boo relentlessly. Bob’s comments lure Marcus Welsh from the back. He makes his way to the ring looking a little concerned about approaching the irritable Hall of Famer. Welsh enters and is handed a mic~

Welsh: Bob, I don't fully understand what your problem is but I'd like to know and work things out. As much as I'd love to let a guy like you run around here doing and saying anything he pleases, I have to protect this company. I hope you can understand that.

Bob: With all due respect Welsh, Shut your mouth.

~The crowd goes completely silent.~

Bob: My problem is that I'm the most tenured guy you have. I have more matches under my belt and been in more main events than any other person sitting in that ***** locker room! That's a fact, When was the last time I had a One on One opportunity for The OCW Championship? When OCW came back in 2016, One year after I won the OCW Title in Compton, I was the first one come back and did I get to return as the fighting champion I wanted to be?

Welsh: No, We were seeking a fresh start with the re-launch of OCW. We put you into a triple threat match for it though. It was the best match we could have put on to get the fans back after the Hood Rich debacle.

Bob: Bullshit. You had me, I am a ratings machine. I'm a draw and you know it. I'm sick of your bullshit Welsh.

~Bob inches closer to Welsh. Welsh doesn't back down~

Bob: I haven't been taken care of since the Dean era. When I was in rehab, This company didn't reach out. When I was in prison, Where was OCW? When I was contemplating taking my own life, Where was the company?

Welsh: Bob, We seem to be getting a little personal. Let's go backstage and talk about this, Please. I'm not just your boss, I'm your friend.

Bob: I have no friends.

~Bob shoves Welsh to the ground hard~

Bob: Don't get up Marcus.

~Knux and other security jump into the ring as Bob slides under the ropes and walks up the aisle backwards. He looks into a nearby camera and says "Classic OCW, Baby! That shit is dead". Welsh is up off the mat and he grabs the microphone~

Welsh: Bob, I can let it slide and we can still work this out. For the benefit of OCW.

~Bob walks towards the ring but Knux and the rest of security block his path~

Welsh: Knux, You and your guys step aside and let him back into the ring.

~Knux and team make way for Grenier and he climbs back into the ring. He takes Welsh' mic~

Bob: Before I end this whole thing with a Hollinger Park Hangman, I want to tell you one thing, I'm a Dean guy, The closest this company will ever get to Dean again is Poblano.

Welsh: Bob

~Welsh’s voice is hard to hear as he has no mic. What we do hear is picked up by the mic in Bob’s hand~ Welsh: Bob, I helped your boys out. I thought that settled things. What more do you want?

~Bob grabs Welsh and picks him up into a Hollinger Park Hangman (Musclebuster). Before he can drop him with it Knux enters the ring and spears Grenier hard. Knux lifts Welsh off the mat and checks on him as Grenier rolls under the bottom rope and slowly leaves to a chorus of boos. At one point he looks back and tells Welsh "It's not over.."~

Smith: Bob Grenier is unreasonable! He almost dropped out GM on his head...AGAIN

Hood: Did Welsh say he ‘helped his boys out’?

Smith: I don’t know...I couldn’t really hear. But he seems eager to appease Bob. Can’t say I blame him considering Bob drops him on his head just about every time they come into contact.

Hood: Bob’s terrorizing Welsh in order to get what he wants, man. And, it seems to be working.

Smith: It’s tough to deal with an angry Hall of Famer. Bob’s mad and he wants what’s his which, to me, sounds like an OCW Title shot. Will he get it? Will Welsh cave? We’ll find out. In the mean time, let’s cut to a commercial break!

~We cut to commercial~

~We return from commercial to find a very proud and very strong Marcus Welsh in the center of the ring. He’s got the grin of a man who’s either had very amazing sex very recently OR secured the signature of an amazing in-ring talent. We’re about to find out which one it is~

Marcus Welsh: Hello OCW fans of Ireland!

~The Irish hooligans in the crowd go wild. I’d say they’re drunk but, that’d be stating the obvious. They sway and sing~

Marcus Welsh: I love it here. It’s going to be a great month!

~Welsh takes a moment to soak in the atmosphere on an exceptionally dry day. A cool breeze cuts through~

Marcus Welsh: The key to running a successful promotion is to keep the wheels of the past churning. Keep the wheels of the present churning. And, yes, keep the wheels of the future churning. You have to excel in all three phases. So, despite all the attention, and rightfully so, being given to last Sunday’s record setting event...I’m out here, right now, to pay some attention to our future.

~The fans go wild~

Marcus Welsh: See? You all know what I’m talking about! Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce to you OCW’s newest signing. He’s one of the most talented wrestlers to ever step inside a wrestling ring. He’s a familiar name. He’s YOUR HERO AND MINE…

~The crowd starts to go crazy~

Marcus Welsh: People of Cork...give it up for MARK STORM!!!

~ The crowd burst into cheers and applause as Short Change Hero by the Heavy begins to play through the PA system. Through the curtains strolls Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm; wearing a purple suit and tie with a smile etching onto his face as he stands on the top of the entrance ramp. He clasps his hands together for a moment or so, before stretching them fully out and looking up to the heavens, nodding his head in appreciation before making his way down. He high-fives a few of the front row fans before leaping onto the apron, striking his signature pose as the crowd go wild. He stands on the apron soaking it all in as the crowd sings:

"This ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero To call home"

~ Entering the ring, Storm embraces Marcus Welsh with a firm handshake and the fans applaud whilst Storm's theme song slowly fades out in the background, with Welsh passing over another microphone to Storm. Storm paces around the ring with a grin stretching across his face, nodding his head in approval to the crowd's hot reception tonight.

Mark Storm: The best of the best. That's what I want to be remembered for. When it's all said and done, out there for the world to see. I don't wanna look back with no regrets, and trust me, I've already got a ton of those. But this... this is ain't one of them. This company took me in quite a long time ago.. back in 2014, when nobody else would - these guys did, and credit to them because without crafting my shit here, I wouldn't have accomplished half of the accolades I've ended up winning all over the world.

~ He pauses for a moment as the fans applaud.

Mark Storm: This place, OCW, I owe my goddamn career to this place and it doesn't seem right to me that despite all my accomplishments, I haven't accomplished anything here. Not in this place. A few stellar matches and some memorable moments, but that... that's not enough for me. That's about to change. Lemme tell you this people of Cork, shit is about to get real around here and I'm not sure the rest of the roster is ready for that, to be quite honest. I'm coming out here with a bit of a chip on my shoulder, and there's a few guys and gals that are probably watching this right now in the back, 'who the fuck does this guy think he is?' Coming out here, he hasn't been in the ring here for years, who the hell does he think he is - coming out, talking his shit... well Marcus said it loud and clear, I'm one of the most talented wrestlers to step inside a wrestling ring - a multiple time world fucking champion and I'm ready to run through the gauntlet and get me another one.

~Welsh smiles and nods as the fans erupt with cheers~

Marcus Welsh: Hear that? Sounds like the fans agree! Folks, you won’t have to wait long to see Storm back in action as he will return to the ring next week! And, well, after that…

~Marcus pauses FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT~

Marcus Welsh: Mr. Storm will turn his focus toward Luck of the Violent and an opportunity to walk out with a title shot. How does that sound?

~ Once again the fans cheer in approval as Storm looks around the arena, nodding his head. ~

Mark Storm: Sounds like they feel the same Marcus... we're about to start a revolution up in this place and it starts, next week. The carnival of chaos begins to whomever stands across the ring from me a week from now, I want you to know that what's gonna go down next week, it's not personal. No, you're just going to be the first in a long list of victims, but what you do have the honour of, is being the first. Take pride in that and know that there was nothing you could do about it. I'm putting the whole roster on notice right now, I know they're watching this. I'm ready to be a premier player around here. With Luck of the Violent only a few weeks away, I've gotta tell ya I'm feeling pretty lucky, and also happen to be very much into violence, so how'd you think this is gonna play out?

~ Storm pauses, the fans cheer as he chuckles to himself, swirling the microphone around between his fingers. ~

Mark Storm: It is what it is, and the sooner you come to terms with that, the better it will be for you in the long run. Shout out to the title holders right now, I see you shining. I'm pretty sure one of you will be seeing me very soon.

Marcus Welsh: I like the sounds of that. He's Your Hero and Mine...ladies and gentlemen, learn up on Mark Storm because you're going to be seeing a lot of him in the very near future!

~We cut back to Smith and Hood as Storm exits the ring and signs autographs for some of the ringside fans~

Smith: Mark Storm is back!

Hood: Whoa! You feel that?

Smith: Feel what?

Hood: The wind is picking up...clouds are rolling in…

Smith: Stop it what that nonsense...it’s not a literal storm, you idiot! It’s MARK STORM

Hood: Haha, I know. Just thought I’d joke for old times sake.

Smith: Mark Storm is without a doubt one of the most talented wrestlers in the world. Management is confident that this run will be the run that makes him a star in OCW.

Hood: Well, I certainly hope so. Storm’s a good dude.

Smith: Indeed! Mark Storm returns to the ring NEXT Monday at Massacre! Don’t miss it!

Check Out the Carpe Noctem Replay for the ULTRA LOW Price of $69.69!!!

~ It’s backstage at the large Irish Stadium and we are greeted by Tamika and Meghan Strader holding microphones with the Trans-Atlantic Champion, Victoria Strader, in between them. Cheasy M was once again left behind in Key West, AKB is at a pub somewhere in the city of Cork and THE Leo is trying to hold onto the OOC %^%{glitch}%^% title and with Who’re and Zybala missing in action CFH is taking up backstage interviewing. Financiers that do it all, except receive tag team title shots. ~

Tamika: Salutations, homeslices! Megz and I are backstage here talking to the Trans-Atlantic Champion, my wonderful niece, Victoria Strader! Not adding Knox back on?

Victoria: Dad and I have things to discuss first.

Meghan: He really is like our dad.

Tamika: Which says a lot about you, Megz.

~ Meghan sends a glare her sister’s way, but it’s all in jest. Currently anyway. ~

Meghan: First of all, how does it feel to be back in control?

Victoria: Like freedom.

~ Somewhere an eagle screeches. Although it is OCW so it’s probably an Owl. ~

Tamika: Are you back for good?

Victoria: Honestly… I don’t know, but the longer I am out and in control the harder it is for her to maintain a grasp on me. So every passing second is a good sign!

~ Meghan can’t help but hug her kid and Tamika makes a dated reference. ~

Tamika: Such a Kodak Moment! Whoa, hey there little guy, what are you doing?

~ The camera pans down and the Leprechaun from earlier is back. ~

Leprechaun: hehehahahehehaha!

Meghan: What does it want?

Tamika: He offered to trade his Pot’o’gold for Victoria’s Trans-Atlantic belt.

~ Meghan and Victoria raise their brows and Tamika shrugs. ~

Tamika: He spoke clearly, don’t be racist.

~ Suddenly the Leprechaun leaps at the title belt around Victoria’s waist but like a Ninja with a crazy homicidal face, Chuck tackles him before he can reach the title belt and chases off after the Leprechaun. ~

Leprechaun (while running away): Hehehahahehehaha!

Chuck (while in pursuit): I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU LITTLE GREEN BITCH!

~ The three Strader women look at each other as Victoria shrugs. ~

Victoria: He’s surprisingly effective as security.

Tamika: I can see that. Megz, we should hire Tiffany!

~ Meghan just shakes her head and walks away trying not to laugh. Tamika puts her arm around Victoria. ~

Tamika: Sometimes your mamabear lacks vision.

~ We fade back to ringside to our commentary team. ~

Smith: And things just keep getting weirder, folks.

Hood: Classic OCW, Baby!

Smith: Well, while Chuck attempts to locate and detain a Leprechaun that’s ON THE LOOSE backstage...let’s cut to the ring for some more action!

Hood: Noice. Who we got next?

Smith: It’s BRIM and The Lobster Mobster! To the ring!

Non Title Match
BRIM (9-4) vs. The Lobster Mobster (0-2)

~The Lobster Mobster is in the ring doing his Lobster Mobster thing. What IS the Lobster Mobster thing? Oh, ya know, MAKIN THAT MONEY. Shit like that. Anyway, Belvedere clears his throat~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Currently in the ring...the menacing but fair...Lobster Mobster!!

~The Lobster Mobster fires off his tommy gun. We’re not sure if those are blanks or real bullets. But, we’re not gonna ask any further questions. ON WITH THE SHOW~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~“Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy hits and the fans stand and watch as the big, mean Savage Champion, BRIM, marches to the ring, the Savage Title draped over his shoulder~

Belvedere: From Baltimore, Maryland...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 385lbs...he is the OCW Savage Champion...he is...BRIM!!!!

~BRIM reaches the ring and marches up the steps. He enters through the ropes. Belvedere exits. Scruff reaches for the Savage Title but BRIM won’t budge, glaring down at Scruff. Scruff backs away like, ‘it’s cool, man...IT’S COOL.’ The bell sounds~

Smith: Alright, here we go...OCW Savage Champion BRIM is back in action.

Hood: He skipped THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS...for one reason and one reason only.

Smith: Because he’s got Supreme Machine on his mind?

Hood: Nope. Triangles. He hates them.

Smith: Okay.

~The Lobster Mobster walks up to BRIM, acting as though the Savage Champion owes him money. He points his giant claw into BRIM’s chest. BRIM slaps it away, he hugs Lobster Mobster, spins around and PLANTS him into the mat. The fans go ‘ooohhh’ from the impact. The entire ring shakes. Lobster Mobster is down, writhing around in pain~

Smith: BRIM defeated a Panther at Access Denied. Supreme Machine defeated a Bear at Massacre a few weeks ago. They’ll square off at Luck of the Violent.

Hood: BRIM’s about to defeat a whole ass lobster, too! Let’s not forget that. Pinchers hurt, man.

~BRIM returns to his feet and yanks Lobster Mobster up. He hoists him onto his shoulders, looking to crush the crustacean with CRACKIN’ NECKS. He stares into the hard cam...the fans rise...and then, suddenly, his eyes react to something entering the ring~

Smith: Hood! Look!

Hood: Holy shit! Look at that fucker move!

~Moving like a man half his size, Supreme Machine hops over the top rope and charges at BRIM. BRIM drops The Lobster Mobster...he tries to react but he eats a BIG BOOT to the face!!! The fans in Cork go wild!!! BRIM falls to the mat, holding his face in pain. His Savage Title dislodged from his shoulder. SuMa grabs The Lobster Mobster by the throat...he picks him off the mat with one hand...he lifts him into the air and he launches him over the top rope and to the outside!!! The Lobster Mobster lands HARD!! The fans begin to chant “SUMA! SUMA! SUMA!”

Smith: These fans are going wild for Supreme Machine!

Hood: Fans are typically common folk, Smith. And common folk don’t like it when an employee gets screwed. They feel that SuMa got screwed and that he’s the rightful Savage Champion.

Smith: That they do!

~SuMa bends over and puts both hands around BRIM’s throat. He pulls the big man off the mat and gets him to his feet. SuMa gathers all his strength...he lifts BRIM up and he SLAMS him into the mat with a double handed chokeslam!!! The entire place erupts!!! The ring nearly collapses from the impact. SuMa picks up BRIM’s Savage Title. He removes the Savage Title around his waist and he holds both into the air as the fans continue chanting his name~

Smith: Supreme Machine making a statement!

Hood: Yep, he wasn’t going to let BRIM take the lead in animals defeated. SuMa has a bear. BRIM has a panther. BRIM was about to take down a lobster and SuMa was like “no fuckin way!”

Smith: I’m not sure that was his exact reasoning, but whatever works! At Luck of the Violent in Dublin Supreme Machine will look to defeat BRIM and, in doing so, he will unify the two Savage Titles.

Hood: And BRIM will look to defeat Supreme Machine...and, if he does, he’ll unify the two Savage Titles.

Smith: There can be only one Savage Champion and on March 27th in Dublin we’ll find out who that is!

~ The Cowgirls From Hell sit backstage watching the show on their own private monitors, and as always, it’s been an action-packed show with all kinds of shenanigans going on. Tamika sits back on the bench she moved up against the lockers to lean back on and has her feet up on a chair. Meghan leans against the same lockers but she is standing up, arms crossed while Tamika files her nails. After a few seconds of silence, Meghan turns to Tamika and asks the burning question. ~

Meghan: So, have you decided what you are going to do?

Tamika: Well, after the match I am gonna come back here and get these boots off then I am gonna head to the hotel and have a nice long bath.

~ Meghan just stares at her with a blank expression. ~

Meghan: You know what I mean, Meeks. Are you going to take the Craze shot or are you going to take Welsh’s offer to trade it for a Tag Team title shot?

~ Tamika continues to file her nails, and gently blows on the tips. ~

Tamika: Well, what would you do if you were me, Megz?

~ Meghan raises her brow and lets out a deep sigh. ~

Meghan: I would probably take the Craze title shot if it was ok with you because we are gonna smack around The Lockwood Party and show we deserve a shot anyways. We are the fucking Cowgirls From Hell after all.

~ The fans pop at the self-confidence that has always oozed from them as a team. ~

Tamika: Hmmm, well I don’t have to make a decision right now do I?

Meghan: No, of course not but eventually would be nice to know.

~ Meghan sits down beside her baby sister and takes her hand. ~

Meghan: Listen, I know you are only here because I asked you but I can see the passion for the sport is back burning strong in your heart. You have always been saddled as a tag team wrestler but if you want to really give this a go I hope you know I would never ever stand in your way. You earned that shot and I know you only left the pyramid because I was the one that fell short.

~ Tamika sticks her tongue playfully and slaps her sister on the knee with a smile. ~

Tamika: I love you, too. I promise I will think about it and give an answer before our match tonight.

~ They embrace in a sisterly hug as we move back to ringside. ~

Smith: What do you think she’ll do?

Hood: Who, Tamika?

Smith: Yeah.

Hood: I bet she says “fuck you, sis. I am taking my shot”.

Smith: Well I don’t think she’ll say that. I don’t know, I think she’ll trade it in.

Hood: I wonder what stupid john was your father.

Smith: John?

Hood: Yeah, a john. Those are the men that paid your mom for sex because she was a filthy WHORE!

Smith: YOU TAKE THAT BACK

Hood: Never!

Smith: I’m going to contact HR. My feelings have been assailed. ASSAILED. Let’s head to a quick commercial break.

Check Out CFH's Promo from Earlier this Week!
"Pickin' the (Lock)wood"

~We cut to inside the A-List Family locker room where Dylan Thomas and Lissandra smile at the camera. Lord Allton and his boys are nowhere to be seen~

Dylan: Hey there A-List Fam…. A few short weeks ago, I said that if Vee Strader wanted to dance the dance again then she knew where to find me. She went to war recently with one of the newest stars of OCW in The Man of Steel, Kelson Hewitt. And what a match it was, eh Lissie?

Lissandra: It certainly was. Kelson, there were many times where we thought you may have had Vee.

Dylan: Vee Strader… I know you want as much competition as you can on every Massacre up until Luck of the Violent…and Kelson Hewitt, you want as much competition as you can anyway. So! Here’s my proposition….NEXT WEEK live on Monday Night Massacre, the three of us tear it up in a triple threat match! Let me know your thoughts.

~Dylan smiles~

Lissandra: Kelson, since your arrival here in OCW, you’ve thrown yourself into the deep end with each and every match - I mean Bob Grenier is no push over and yet there you are, coming out on top. And even though you didn’t beat Vee…. You put in a hell of an effort. Which is very commendable.

Dylan: So I say, let’s give the people what they really want! A showing for the ages! And all on free TV! Thoughts? See us here.

~We cut to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Dylan Thomas wants a match with Kelson Hewitt AND Veronica Strader!

Hood: I can't blame him. He needs to shove himself back into the action. Things move quickly around here...take your eye off the action for a moment and you'll get left behind.

Smith: There's no leaving Dylan Thomas behind. He has been, is, and will remain a permanent fixture in the main event scene. The only question is where and when.

Hood: Truth.

Smith: Alright folks, it's time for more in-ring action as the aforementioned TransAtlantic Champion steps back into the ring to face Clubbin Man!

Hood: Watch out for his spoon of death!

Smith: To the ring!

Non-Title Match
Victoria Strader (c) (10-0) vs. Clubbin Man (0-1)

Belvedere: The following is a non-title match! Introducing first...

~ Some weird club music from the early 00s plays out through the stadium as Clubbin’ Man steps out from behind the curtain, spoon held high. ~

Belvedere: He’s collecting paycheques and generally annoying the OCW talent... CLUBBIN’ MAN!!!!

~ Clubbin’ Man finishes doing the “unce-unce” and makes his way down to the ring.

Belvedere: And his opponent...

~The lights in the arena dim as the catchy mid-nineties opening riff of “I’m Just A Girl” hit’s the p.a. system. The OCWTron lights up with a platinum crown in the middle of the tron flashing off and on as VICTORIA Strader steps out from behind the curtain followed by her head of security, CHUCK~

~ Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed, and it's no big surprise Don't you think I know exactly where I stand? This world is forcing me to hold your hand ~

Belvedere: Hailing from Tampa, Florida by way of London, Ontario Canada and weighing in at 145 lbs....

~Victoria and Chuck look at one other, smirks coming across their faces as they begin to make their way down to the ring~

~ Cause I'm just a girl, a little ol' me Well, don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here ~

Belvedere: Accompanied by her head of security, CHUCK...

~ The moment that I step outside So many reasons for me to run and hide I can't do the little things I hold so dear 'Cause it's all those little things that I fear ~

~Victoria hops on the apron, wiping her boots on the apron before stepping through the middle rope as CHUCK stands on the commentators table so he can see~

Belvedere: She is the OCW Trans-Atlantic Champion… VICTORIA STRADER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~'Cause I'm just a girl, I'd rather not be 'Cause they won't let me drive late at night Oh, I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak 'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes ~

~Victoria leans back into her corner’s turnbuckle preparing herself mentally for competition as the referee hands her TransAtlantic title to the time keeper~

Smith: It’s nice to have Victoria back, Hood! She calls her mother back.

Hood: Ugh, Veronica is strong and proud! Victoria is weak and ashamed!

Smith: You do realize that it was Victoria who pestered her way into OCW both times right? Veronica took over in December just before Death March. So, all that time on Twitter and from up in the rafters it was Victoria.

Hood: Hmm...

DING DING DING

~ Vee cracks her neck side to side, her ponytail bouncing with the movement as the referee takes away the spoon from Clubbin’ Man and he looks sad. Vee holds her hand calling on him for a test of strength~

Hood: Test of strength? How original. Also, how is this dude possible? *points at Chuck*

Smith: Just getting her feet wet again, it’s been a minute since she has been in the ring, Hood. I don’t know, don’t make eye contact

~ Clubbin’ Man accepts but quickly kicks Victoria in the shin, causing her to stumble back. She doesn’t look impressed as she grabs him by the right arm and drives him down to the mat with a vicious short arm clothesline. The OCW Faithful pop and Victoria is up on her feet, circling the fallen Clubbin’ Man and gives him a few stomps to the gut and he curls up in the fetal position. He goes for his spoon but remembers the referee took it away from him. ~

Smith: Doesn’t seem like she has missed a step.

Hood: It’s Clubbin’ Man.

~ Victoria picks up Clubbin’ Man by his rock-hard gelled hair and puts the back of his neck on her leg and hits BEHOLD, THE QUEEN (converted swing over faceplant/Sister Abigail) causing the fans to erupt for the finishing move of Victoria they haven’t seen since Bam Miller’s defeat last October. ~

Hood: What the hell was that?

Smith: That’s Victoria’s finisher!

Hood: So, both of them like planting faces into the canvas? I can get behind that.

~ Victoria hooks the leg with some authority. ~

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Belvedere: and your winner via pinfall... the TransAtlantic Champion... VICTORIA STRADER!

~ Victoria stands up, big smile on her face. Chuck jumps down and goes to grab her title belt but it’s not there. ~

Smith: Hey, where is her championship?

Hood: Is our time keeper really that useless?

~ Victoria raises her right brow as she points behind Chuck where a Leprechaun stands on the ringside barrier holding up the TransAtlantic strap, doing a little jig. Chuck throws a knife at it, but the little guy ducks and the knife hit’s an OCW security guard in the back of the neck, probably killing him. ~

Smith: That’s the Leprechaun that Victoria and Chuck have been looking for tonight!

Hood: Classic OCW, baby!

~ Victoria slides out of the ring and she’s trying to talk to the Leprechaun but he shows her his four-leaf clover, jumps off the barrier and scurries away through the crowd. Victoria doesn’t look pleased, and we can see a shift happening behind her eyes but she lowers her head, taking a few deep breaths regaining control of herself as she scoops up Chuck, hops the barrier, and begins chasing the Leprechaun. ~

Smith: And the Leprechaun has made off with Victoria’s belt!

Hood: Damn Leprechauns. This just goes to show, you can’t trust little people.

Smith: HOOD! That’s a very offensive remark.

Hood: Offend THIS

Smith: -gasps- You are disgusting. Victoria with a strong win in her return to the ring tonight. As far as her TransAtlantic Title goes...let’s all hope she’s able to recover it.

Hood: Meh, she just needs to follow the nearest rainbow to the end...I bet it’s in a pot of gold.

Smith: Right. Alright fans, let’s cut backstage!

~We cut away~

~We see a shot of a thorny rose laying in the back on a car seat. Zooming out it is Alice Knight staring down at the rose. The anonymous rose that was given to her at Carpe Noctem. She looks at it with slight anger but suspiciously hasn't thrown it away. Could she know who gave her the rose? CJ? Uber? Gilbert??? By the look on her face... she doesn't know. But why keep it? All these thoughts has caused her to be late for a special Massacre in Ireland. No match. But an interview with AKB. He driver pulls up to the arena. She grabs her bag and rushes out of the car. She stops and rushes back as she forgot the rose. Doing so in a rush fashion, she cuts her palms into the thorns. As blood gushes out of her hand. She screams out loud...

"FUUUUUUUCK!"

~She shuts the door holding the Rose and turns around to see a bunch of surprised OWL IS NIGHT HOOTER Fans standing behind a barricade. Some with HOOT signs and Alice merchandise begin chanting Alice and letting out HOOTS. Alice fakes a smile, puts on her sunglasses and gives the fans a little wave with her bloody hand~

Alice: Yeah, yeah. HOOT! HOOT! Hoot... whatever...

Fan: Hey Alice...

~Alice nods at the fan. The fan begins singing EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORN! by Poison. Which gets a few of the other fans humming the song as Alice stops near the entrance door~

Alice(fakes a laugh): Very funny, guys. Now please stop...

~The humming and singing fan get louder. Alice takes off her glasses and puts it in her jacket before storming over to the barricaded singing fans. She rubs her sore hand looking over the crowd~

Alice: I asked you politely... please stop singing that song... thanks. I had a shitty week and this isn't helping and...

~A fan rushes to the front with an acoustic guitar~

Fan: I KNOW THIS SONG! WE LOVE YOU ALICE!

~Fan begins playing the tune on his guitar as more sing along with him. Alice rubs her forehead with her sore bloody hand, leaving smeared blood on her face. She suddenly grabs the guitar playing fan and pulls him over the barricade~

~Fan In the back of the Crowd shouts 'ALICE IS HUGGING THE FAN! SHE'S AWESOME!' She isn't, Alice proceeds to drive her knee into the stomach. He falls to his knees holding his gut. Alice begins to jump on top of him slapping the face of the guy. The arenas security rush to pull Alice off of the fan. Alice kicks her way until the guards try to calm her down. She fixes her hair and adjusts her dress and tells everyone she is calm... until rushing the fan again, this time laying fists into the poor fans face. She gets the guitar and goes to smash it over the head of the fan laying on the concrete pleading and crying for Alice to stop. Alice stops and punts the guitar with her boot which breaks it into two pieces.~

Fans: ....

Guards: ....

Alice:....

~Alice stands there, hair a mess, jacket falling off her, torn nylons and a bloody face from her hand. She looks at the fans and smiles~

Alice: ... Hoot?

~The fans are still quiet, stunned by this attack and actions of their hero of OCW. Alice zips up her jacket, picks her bag up and the rose and begins walking towards the arenas entrance~

Smith: I'm speechless. My dear Alice.

Hood: Wow. Ya know, she does kinda look like Alisa.

Smith: She probably got some bad airplane food or something. She's clearly not herself. Plus, those fans...they completely invaded her personal space.

Hood: Oh sure, let's blame everyone BUT her. How about Ukraine...I bet it's their fault, too? Might as well pile on!

Smith: No comment. Let's cut to commercial break and, while we do, I'm going to text Alice and see if she's okay.

Hood: Yea, you do that.

~We cut to commercial~

Check Out Veronica Strader's Promo
"Becoming Harmonious"

~We cut backstage to where the Dravers Twins are staring into the camera with evil smirks on their faces~

Jonathan: We were scheduled to have interview time right now, but we decided that we could do a better interview ourselves.

~Jonathan points down and the camera pans down, finding Jones writhing around in pain after - probably - eating a SEEING DOUBLE. Jonathan holds Jones’s microphone and continues his mock interview~

Jonathan: So…Nathan… obviously you are part of THE BEST tag team on the planet.

Nathan: Yeah. As are you.

Jonathan: And tonight, we team up with hall of famer PerZag in 6-Man action. How do you feel about that?

~Before Nathan can answer, the camera pans to the side showing PerZag~

PerZag: The Dravers Twins? Jonathan and Nathan, right?

~PerZag looks at Nathan first and then Jonathan as he says this.~

PerZag: The two of you have been making headlines as of late. I assure you two, I am a fan. Especially of that one moment with Alice Knight………….. Oh, I could not believe my eyes. It was beautiful. WORTHY even. Just seeing that nuisance get her comeuppance was truly spectacular.

~Nathan and Jonathan smirk at each other and then at PerZag~

Nathan: Yeah. We enjoyed that one too.

Jonathan: Thank-you, PerZag. Congratulations by the way on getting into the Hall of Fame. You know when we said just the other week that all Hall of Famers were the same - obviously we weren’t talking about the Worthiest of Them All.

~Jonathan smiles~

PerZag: Thank-you, boys, I appreciate it. And all is good, I can tell that the two of you know all those Hall of Famers for who they truly are. You are smart, honest people. You will not be taken advantage of by the likes of an Alice Knight again. Those people will only hold you back, believe me, I’ve been through that.

~PerZag looks at both Jonathan and Nathan with a serious expression on his face~

PerZag: Do what is best for yourselves because that is the only way you will reach the top of this industry.

Nathan: Well we were two-time Tag Team champions.

Jonathan: Actually, uncrowned three time champions.

Nathan: That’s true. The Danger Boiz stole our belts….. OCW brass GIFTED us those titles and then they were STOLEN at Access Denied….

~PerZag nods his head~

PerZag: That’s exactly my point. If you were at the top of this industry, those people in power, your Mike Zybalas, your Marcus Welsh’s, would not have allowed your belts to be STOLEN. The people in power see you two as a joke just as they did me. Unless you're like Alice, it doesn’t matter to them. YOU need to change their minds. Show them what you are truly made of, you need to…………..

~PerZag points at Jonathan and Nathan's hearts~

PerZag: …………PROVE YOUR WORTH!

Nathan: Well….tonight…. You watch us and see what we can do.

~Nathan turns to the camera~

Nathan: That goes for YOU as well, Welsh.

Jonathan: We said that you were all going to be sorry. You saw what we did to the Viagra assholes two weeks ago? That was nothing compared to tonight.

~Nathan turns to PerZag~

Nathan: You ever thought about becoming a motivational speaker when you retire? You’d be awesome.

~PerZag smiles at Nathan’s question~

PerZag: Of course I would be, but first------ let’s go kick some UNWORTHY ass.

~The twins fist bump and then walk off with PerZag right behind them as the camera pans back down onto Jones still wriggling around in pain and we fade and head back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: They sound and look ready.

Hood: Well, I mean, not like it'd take much...they're facing Gilbert and The Boner Boys.

Smith: Viagra Boys!

Hood: Whatever.

Smith: Six man tag action is up next! To the ring!

Six Man Tag
PerZag & The Dravers vs. Gilbert & The Viagra Boys

~Standing inside the ring is the unlikely trio of Gilbert and THE VIAGRA BOYS. Gilbert is explaining his situation to the BOYS. He’s talking about Alice and asking for their advice...does she like him? Is she into him? What are his chances? They listen with great intent~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is a six man tag match and it is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...the team of Gilbert and The Viagra Boys!

~Solid pop. It’s hard to hate on someone like Gilbert and, of course, the enthusiasm of THE VIAGRA BOYS~

Smith: I’m not sure I’d want Gilbert hanging around with those boys.

Hood: That’s a racist thing to say.

Smith: Nothing to do with their ethnicity, Hood! More along the lines of how they choose to spend their time. It might be...a little advanced for Gilbert.

~The Viagra Boys put a hand in Gilbert’s chest and say, “No worries, friend. We’ve got your answer.” And, they hand him a Viagra Pill. Gilbert eagerly takes it, willing to do whatever it takes to win Alice over. Upon taking it, he puffs his chest out and beats his chest~

Smith: Great.

Hood: Gilbert’s about to experience things he’s never experienced before.

Belvedere: And, their opponents…

~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...Nathan and Jonathan...The Dravers Twins!!!

~The Dravers relax in their corner, looking at Gilbert and the Viagra Boys with tremendous derision~

Belvedere: And, their partner…

~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 he’s in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is...PerZag!!!

~Belvedere exits. Scruff remains in the ring. The bell sounds. PerZag and The Dravers discuss who will start out. Gilbert demands he gets the start, feeling super strong and tough. The Viagra Boys are like “Alright, do your thing, GIL.” They step out~

Smith: Gilbert wants to kick things off.

Hood: Just another in a long line of terrible life decisions.

~The Dravers suddenly rush forward...they deliver dual SUPERKICKS!!! Knocking the Viagra Boys off the apron, sending them flying into the arena grass and into the barricade!!! The fans BOOO!!! Nathan and Jonathan high five and tell the fans to FUCK OFF. They head to their corner, it’s just PerZag in the ring with Gilbert at this stage~

Smith: And the Viagra Boys are down.

Hood: LOVIN me some Dravers right now. They are getting after it, man!

~Gilbert looks around like two dudes just got SHOT next to him. He begins to panic...he reaches for his heart, it’s beating super fast~

Smith: It appears the Viagra has taken hold...his heart is racing.

Hood: He’s feeling strange things, Smith.

~PerZag approaches Gilbert...Gilbert is hyperventilating. He walks up to Scruff, seeking help. Scruff looks down and sees the bulge in his pants and pushes Gilbert away. Gilbert spins around and backs up, sweating profusely. He stumbles into a wall...he turns around to find out that wall is PERZAG. He looks up, swallowing hard. PerZag sees the bulge in Gilbert’s pants and nods, understandingly~

Smith: Interesting reaction there by PerZag.

Hood: PerZag probably thinks Gilbert’s hard on is due to The Worthiest of Them All’s sexy aura.

Smith: Ah, good point.

~PerZag swiftly boots Gilbert in the gut, hoists him up for a powerbomb and brings him down with WORTHIEST MOVE OF THEM ALL!!! Gilbert is down...he’s finished. PerZag goes for the pin...but, given the massive erection, he stands and places a boot on Gilbert’s chest. Scruff slides in with the count~

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...the team of PERZAG AND THE DRAVERS TWINS!!!!!

Smith: Easy win for the trio...great bounce back for PerZag.

Hood: Yep, some people would have sulked and hung their head after losing their title...but PerZag is showing the grit and determination that made him a Hall of Famer to begin with. HE’S BACK

Smith: Indeed.

~The Viagra Boys roll back into the ring...they tend to Gilbert...both of the brothers still reeling from the superkicks. The Dravers twins smirk at PerZag who smirks back. The three of them grab each of their opponents - one each. Each twin takes one of the Viagra Boys while PerZag meanwhile tackles poor Gilbert!~

Smith: Oh come on, the match is over! This is uncalled for!

Hood: Hey, Smith, stop being such a whiny bitch. This is perfectly called for! PerZag and the Dravers’ are aligned and is there a better team right now?

~Nathan locks in his Dravers Death Mark I (Sit on back Tazzmission) while Jonathan locks in the Mark II version of the Dravers Death (laying down Tazzmission) keeping the Viagra Boys at bay~

Smith: Come on! They’re knocked out already!

Hood: It’s called making a statement!

Smith: It’s CALLED being a bully and I for one don’t like it!

~PerZag stomps on Gilbert in the corner whilst The Dravers’ lock in their submissions, he stops staring down at the battered and bruised Gilbert before picking him up from the corner. He turns him around and lifts him onto his shoulders, locking in the Sexy Neutraliser (Torture Rack). Gilbert screams out in pain as The Viagra Boys fade out to their respective Dravers’ Deaths. PerZag drops Gilbert down onto the ground and watches as he writhes in pain~

Smith: Can somebody please stop this?

Hood: This is the best thing ever.

Smith: They didn’t deserve that.

Hood: Gilbert did.

Smith: Why?

Hood: Anybody that loves Alice Knight deserves this.

~PerZag steps through the ropes to the outside, he walks over towards Belvedere and puts his hand out requesting the microphone. Belvedere hands him the microphone as PerZag turns around walking around the ring to the rampway. He stares down towards the ring as he backs up slowly, watching The Dravers stand inside the ring, watching him~

PerZag: You boys wanted to team with me for a reason.

~PerZag looks down at the ring as Nathan and Jonathan nod their heads towards him~

PerZag: Now……………….. PROVE YOUR WORTH!

~PerZag continues to walk backwards up the ramp way as Nathan and Jonathan lift the Viagra Boys up to their feet. They look at each other and nod as they both deliver a superkick each to the Viagra Boys. The Viagra Boys drop onto the mat, unconscious as Nathan and Jonathan turn their attention to Gilbert. Gilbert, using the ropes, gets to his feet and turns around into a Seeing Double (double superkick). Gilbert drops to the mat like the Viagra Boys as Nathan and Jonathan turn their heads back to PerZag~

Smith: This……………is…………..

Hood: ………………AWESOME!

Smith: Not what I was going to say.

Hood: Fantastic?

Smith: No.

Hood: WORTHY?

Smith: No……………tragic.

Hood: Pussy!

~PerZag reaches the top of the rampway, smiling down towards the ring. He nods his head, his smile turning into an evil grimace. PerZag turns and walks backstage as The Dravers stand in the centre of the ring, admiring their work. They then walk over to each of the Viagra Boys, kicking them out of the ring before focusing their attention on Gilbert once again. They force Gilbert to stand before throwing another SEEING DOUBLE his way as the OCW Faithful once again boooooooooooooooooooo!~

~Jonathan leans over Gilbert’s lifeless body, grabbing his hair and whispering something in his ear but we don’t hear it. The twins then exit the ring flipping off the OCW Faithful as they walk back up the ramp~

Smith: They used to be such nice boys.

Hood: And now, they are complete BADASSES!

Smith: You can be nice and be a badass!

~Hood scoffs~

Hood: And notice they don’t call themselves the Dravers ‘Boys’ anymore? It’s either the Dravers Twins, or the Dravers brothers. They’re finally growing up and it’s paying off!

Smith: Well I hate it.

Hood: Yea, well you also think Donatello was the best Ninja Turtle so your opinion SUCKS

Smith: Those words are very hurtful, Hood. The Dravers are all in with this new attitude, fans. And PerZag's influence isn't helping. Could we see PerZag guide these young men much like Syren guided him all those years ago?

Hood: The Dravers would be wise to tap into that MOST WORTHY HEAD.

Smith: It's looking very likely. Alright fans, let's cut to another commercial break and, when we return, Massacre rolls on!

~A bright, shining light appears as we see a silhouette of a man standing in the middle of the screen, his arms stretched out to the sides and his head tilted up, staring above him. His booming voice echoes~

“Many of you chose to enlighten yourselves, to be better; greater and soon you will all succeed. Though it may be a strenuous path, you men and women who chose to not only be the best, but the WORTHIEST will receive the greatest of results.”

~The bright, shining light dims down, allowing us to see PerZag standing there. He drops his head back down, staring straight towards us. His arms stay stretched out to the sides of him~

PerZag: Two weeks ago, I sent you all a message. A message full of PURE WORTH. A message for those that seek more than their current circumstances. And many of you answered. People of all sizes, skills, ethnicities and even a Demon from OCW’s past wished to be a part of it. In the end, they will all benefit. First, you will all see that, and then you will all flock to me, wishing to make your lives WORTHIER.

~PerZag drops his arms down next to him~

PerZag: Now, to those of you within OCW, you all bore witness to the future. Not the distant future……………..

~PerZag starts shaking his head~

PerZag:............... No………………. This future is imminent. As the weeks go by, the more we will rise. Not just myself, but Jonathan and Nathan too. You all bore witness to them tonight. To the destruction, they will bring. Viagra Boys and Gilbert were only the beginning, the first test- as I put it.

~PerZag slowly walks closer to the camera~

PerZag: The Dravers. They will no longer be disrespected. They will no longer be held back. For far too long, these ‘good guys’................

~PerZag uses his hands as air quotes as he says ‘good guys’~

PerZag: …………… have kept them down. Have held them below themselves because they are afraid of what they could be. Alice Knight; Mike Zybala; Marcus Welsh; Ed Houston; Curt Canon; The Danger Boiz; Dylan Thomas; these people are not heroes. They are the villains of OUR story. They are selfish; egotistical; they’re only out there for themselves. They do not care about anyone else. This is why Jonathan and Nathan have never been shown the respect they deserve.

~PerZag reaches the camera, his face the only thing in view, anger clearly on his face as he stares into it~

PerZag: Once upon a time, I was shown kindness. The most outstanding wrestler that ever lived, Scott Syren, took me under his wing and showed me how to be great. How to be the best, the WORTHIEST, as I put it. Now it’s time to pass on that kindness. And if anybody else out there feels rejected, unwelcomed, let down, you all have a place in this company. And it is on top of it.

~PerZag steps backwards, a smile now forming on his face~

PerZag: Jonathan; Nathan; next week is the second test. Let us show all those doubters what we mean; what we represent………….. Dravers, it’s time to

PROVE OUR WORTH!

~PerZag walks backwards, his arms stretching out to the side again. Then, finally, he lifts his head up, staring above him as the screen brightens until everything becomes pure white~

Smith: Prove Our Worth...that seems to be the slogan.

Hood: A slogan you and everybody else needs to get used to, Smith.

Smith: Apparently. PerZag has gone from the student to the teacher.

Hood: A most natural evolution. Before too long Jonathan and Nathan will be winning singles titles of their own!

Smith: Maybe. Those boys have deviated way off their previous path. PerZag is leading them somewhere...I hope, for their sake, it's worth the damage the create to get there.

Hood: It's already been worth it...TOTALLY WORTHY

Smith: Right. Alright fans, it's time for more in-ring action as one of the superstars from last Sunday's GREAT ILLUMINATUS...The Lost Stranger, returns to the ring!

Singles Match
The Lost Stranger (12-3) vs. Mike Mason (0-0)

~Mike Mason is already in the ring. He’s looking as confident as ever with his immaculate physique and gorgeous face. Wait, what? I’m the narrator...WHAT AM I SAYING? Mason looks at me and winks. OMG ARE WE REALLY DOING THIS RIGHT NOW?? Belvedere clears his throat~

Belvedere: If the narrator will calm himself. Thank you. Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Mike Mason!!

~I am calm~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~Every Breath you take by the Police begins to play and The Lost Stranger makes his way to the ring. His demeanor is very calm. A stern posture with efficient footsteps as he approaches the ring. Mike Mason stares at him...The Lost Stranger marches up the steps and enters into the ring~

Belvedere: From Parts Unknown...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs...The Lost Stranger!!!

Smith: The Lost Stranger returning to the ring after his incredible performance inside THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS.

Hood: No shit. He dialed things up to eleven and damn near walked out as the OCW Champion.

Smith: Yep and now he’ll turn his focus to the Craze OR TransAtlantic Title. Whichever he chooses.

~Belvedere exits. Scruff is in the ring. The bell sounds. TLS walks up to Mason...Mason looks down. He smirks...a guy with a mask, dude must be ugly! He probably is thinking. TLS reaches up and rips some hair from Mason’s head! The fans gasp. TLS shows Mason the hair...Mason reaches for his scalp, scared that his aesthetics have been negatively altered~

Smith: Mike Mason cares about one thing and one thing only...his physical appearance.

Hood: Yea and TLS is trying to eliminated that dude’s hairline. Do you think TLS is bald and, if so, do you think he might team with BALD?

Smith: I don’t have the time nor the patience to entertain such inane scenarios.

Hood: A simple ‘I don’t know’ would have sufficed, dick.

~With Mason stunned, TLS kicks him in the gut and rolls him over with STRANGER DANGER!!! Scruff slides in with the count~

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...THE LOST STRANGER!!!!!

Smith: Wow! Quick and easy win for TLS!

Hood: Much needed...I’m sure he’s still banged up from Sunday.

~Mason pops to his feet, furious. TLS does the same...Mason charges forward, but TLS knees him in the gut and plants him into the mat with a DDT. Mason is face down. TLS sits up, he pats Mason on the back...Mike doesn’t move. He’s out~

Smith: He’s sneaky. He’s cerebral. And, he’s officially a problem for all the champions in OCW. He’s The Lost Stranger.

Hood: He’s gonna be a main event player from this point forward, Smith.

Smith: Indeed.

Hood: Wait a second what's going on here?

Smith: TLS barely has a chance to celebrate his victory.

Hood: I don't think that's in his character to celebrate anything.

Smith: Is that the same Leprechaun that stole the Transatlantic Title?

~ The crowd is still cheering on his victory as TLS stands in the middle of the ring. A leprechaun with comes running down the aisle with a pot in his arms. The crowd doesn't know what to make of it. ~

Hood: Veronica Strader must be so pissed off right now.

Smith: I think she is looking for the Leprechaun.

~ The Leprechaun slides the pot underneath the bottom rope, then pulls himself up and rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. He carries the pot and places it by TLS' feet.~

Leprechaun: Ye can have me pot of gold, if ye can guess how many years I'm old.

Hood: The Leprechaun just offered TLS his pot of gold.

Smith: But TLS has to guess his age.

~TLS looks at the Leprechaun, then down at the pot of gold. Then back at the Leprechaun, and swiftly gives him a boot to the midsection. TLS grabs the Leprechaun and then tosses him out of the ring."

Hood: TLS just tossed him somewhere over the rainbow.

Smith: Oh. I don't think TLS should have done that.

~The crowd begins to chant "Take his gold. Take his gold!", as TLS reaches down into the pot and pulls out a title belt. ~

Hood: It is the Transatlantic Title belt!

Smith: Why did the Leprechaun try to give TLS the belt?

~ Bad Girls by MIA plays as the crowd pops~

Hood: Oh Man. She looks pissed.

Smith: She's finally found TLS and her TA belt.

~ Strader begins to angrily march down to the ring, but halfway there 10 leprechauns emerge from under the ring and begin to surround TLS~

Smith: I told you TLS shouldn't have done that.

Hood: Their eyeing TLS and that belt like they're are waiting for a gangbang to start.

Smith: Gross....

~ The Leprechauns rush TLS and manage to take him down. Strader rushes into ring and an all brawl ensues.~

Hood: Strader really wants her belt back.

Smith: She's tossing those little guys out one by one.

~ Strader is able to clear the ring of the Leprechauns and then helps TLS to his feet. She then starts looking around for the TA title. She checks the pot and it's not in there. She turns to TLS and gives him a shove as if to blame him for this situation. TLS shrugs. The jumbotron screen blinks and then a Leprechaun holding the TA title appears on screen~

Leprechaun: If ye want ye gold, here's what ye must do. Get in a ring with a cage and only ye two. 4 of us with pots, one of them is right. Pick the right one and ye leave as champion that night. Hahahahahaha.

Hood: It looks like this is what Veronica Strader has wanted all along.

Smith: She just needs TLS to agree to it.

~Strader turns back around to TLS, but he's already gone.~

Smith: Will TLS agree to the match?

Hood: Who knows, man. One thing is for sure...he's bound to face ANOTHER Strader.

Smith: He defeated Meghan at Carpe Noctem. He's got a shot at the Craze OR the TransAtlantic...either route has a Strader standing at the end of it.

Hood: Yup.

Smith: Things are heating up, folks. Luck of the Violent is THREE weeks away and it's coming together quickly!

~We cut to commercial~

Check Out the Promo that WON The Great Illuminatus
"Omnes Laudate Regem. Vivat Rex"

~Scene opens up backstage with Leo walking around looking for someone to interview. He sees a larger man walk into mens bathroom and quickly runs to catch up. He opens the door and doesn’t see the man, but then he sees the man’s head sticking out of one of the stall’s before it’s gone. Then something flaps over the stall door and hangs there, Leo sees that it’s shinning as he makes his way over to investigate it. As he gets closer it turns out to be a championship belt, but not a real one as it looks to be homemade. The belts look to be made of cardboard and wrapped in duct tape and the heading looks to be cardboard as well but wrapped in tin foil. There’s chicken scratch writing on it that says “Craze Championship”, but then the stall door flies open and Roach is seen sitting on the toilet taking a shit~

Roach: I thought I could smell a parasite out there!!!

~Leo looks disgusted~

Leo: Mr. Roach I think that smell might be coming from you!!!

~Roach chuckles~

Roach: Yah you’re probably right, got into the mini bar last night at the motel.

~Leo shakes his head~

Leo: May I ask you what this is?

~Leo points at the homemade belt hanging on the stall door~

Roach: That’s the Craze championship asshole and I’m the Champ.

Leo: This is not the Craze Championship and you are not the Champ.

~Roach turns his head like a dog and stares at Leo~

Roach: Like the fuck I’m not…..

Leo: You are fighting for a chance to fight for the title at Luck of the Violent!!!

~Roach shakes his head~

Roach: That’s where your wrong my friend I’m the champion and this is the beginning of my dominance through this company. Now get the fuck out of here while I finish my pre game shut before my match.

~Roach slams the stall door leaving Leo looking both confused and disgusted~

Smith: Well, that was rather disgusting.

Hood: Dude. His name is ROACH.

Smith: Good point. Roach is back and he returns to the ring NEXT.

Craze Title Shot
Brett Daniels (1-0) vs. Roach (0-0)

Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for an opportunity to challenge for the Craze Championship at Luck of the Violent! Introducing first...

~ Lights dim “The Joker” by The Steve Miller band big s to play. ~

Belvedere: Hailing from Windsor, Ontario Canada weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds...

~ Roach slowly makes his way out from the back, he makes his way down to the ring smiling the entire time. ~

Belvedere: He is... ROACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~ Roach makes his way to the steel steps as he takes his time walking up them before entering the ring over the top rope. He walks over to the corner and leans his back into it smiling looking around the crowd. ~

Belvedere: And his opponent...

~ “Midnight Rider” by the king of stoners himself, Willie Nelson, begins to play and the fans cheer. ~

Belvedere: Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two-pounds hailing from Snake Hill, Texas...

~ The Cowboy Brett Daniels walks out from behind the curtain, lifting his cowboy hat off his head to salute the drunk Irish fans. ~

Belvedere: He is... THE COWBOY BRETT DANIELS!!!!!

~ Brett makes his way down to the ring, and climbs up into the ring, eyeing up Roach as he does the same thing but laughs to himself. ~

DING DING DING

~ Brett takes the early advantage and starts to shove Roach back into the corner he had come from. Roach takes advantage of his positioning with his free left hand to twirl things around at the last second, his hand digging into Brett's side to change the momentum. Tuff quickly dives in to start the count, but was only able to hit three before Brett released the tie-up, realizing what was going on. Roach uses his hand to run a quick elbow into the cowboy’s ribs, quickly doubling him over. Tuff warns Roach, but the big man pays no mind to the referee as he drags Brett out of the corner with a loose front facelock. Trying to keep the pace up, Brett is able to shove Roach away, by driving his shoulder into him. Roach stumbles back a couple of steps out of surprise before charging back in, looking for a left hand, but Brett ducks under it before popping Roach in the side with a right hand. ~

Smith: Nice quick action to start off the Craze Championship contenders match!

Hood: This is just a formality, Roach is heading to the PPV!

~ A Collar and elbow is as Roach shoves Brett backwards towards a corner. Brett ducks under the big lockup, dropkick right to Roach's back sending him chest first into the corner. Brett bounces off the ropes, reverse bulldog takes Roach down to the canvas. Brett hops up to his feet, kicking at Roach's left knee, trying to take his vertical base from him. Brett lifts the ankle, stomping away at the left side of Roach's knee. ~

Smith: Roach looking on the worse end so far.

Hood: He’s playing possum, tiring out the dumb cowboy.

~Roach slams his right foot into Brett's ribs, doubling him over. Roach rolls up to his feet, taking Brett down with a clothesline. Brett is down on his back as Roach hits the ropes, Roach steps forward right into a leg sweep from Brett taking him down face first on the canvas~

Smith: Textbook leg sweep from Brett.

Hood: I bet he never picked one up before.

~Brett hits the ropes, baseball slide into nothing as Roach rolls out of the ring. Brett runs at Roach, Roach slams his shoulder into Brett's midsection. Roach steps over the ropes pulling Brett back through. Front facelock, he lifts Daniels up, letting his feet bounce off the top rope for added leverage, huge vertical suplex! Brett is down, Roach off the ropes~

Smith: Basic leg drop.

Hood: Basic like that bitch, Alice.

Smith: Hoot you!

~Roach pulls Brett up, forearm to the throat. Irish whip into the corner, Roach with a big running splash squashes Brett in against the turnbuckles. Brett comes out of the corner, stumbling, Roach with a running knee lift right into his face stands him up, not moving at all. Roach off the ropes, running Bulldog! Roach gets up and quickly Brett nails Roach from behind with a knee clip to Roach's left knee taking him down to the canvas. Brett stomps away at the left knee~

Hood: Come on Roach, you gonna let Brokeback do that?!

Smith: We look forward to your angry fan mail.

~Roach shoves Brett back, but he bounces off the ropes. Running knee planted right into Roach's face laying him on his back. Brett climbs to the top turnbuckle, pointing to his elbow, he leaps~

Smith: Big elbow from the top!

Hood: Hahaha he misses!

~Roach rolls out of the way and onto the apron. Roach climbs to the top turnbuckle. Brett is kneeling and holding his elbow as Roach flies with a top rope leg drop across the back of his neck and slams him into the canvas. Roach holds at his left knee as he stands up, limping a bit more noticeably now. Roach spots Brett not moving and decides to begin a similar attack. Roach limps over to Brett, pulling him up to a kneeling position. Forearm to the back, a second, Irish whip into the ropes. Brett bounces back, tilt a whirl back back breaker, but Roach slams him on his right knee instead of his injured left one. Brett's back nearly bends in half from the impact, but Roach continues the assault by pressing down to weaken the back of Brett~

Smith: Roach possibly setting Brett up for a submission.

Hood: Roach is big and powerful, but a few more strikes to that left knee and he'll be limping to the pub.

~Brett, seemingly shaken, gets slowly to his feet as Tuff checks on him. Brett is able to roll Roach up for a pin attempt, schoolboy style~

No Kickout!

Smith: Roach manages to get a shoulder up.

Hood: No one has a schoolboy like the fashionable Lost Stranger.

~Roach rolls over to his knees, but Brett is there with a roundhouse kick right to his temple rolling him over. Brett with a second kick towards Roach's head, but Roach is able to block this kick. Brett kicks out again, Roach catches this foot, Brett with an enzuguri sends Roach down on his face. Brett pulls the big man up, slamming the point of his elbow right into Roach's face before spinning around to deliver a back elbow. Brett grabs a hand full of hair, slamming Roach's head down into his knee as he lifts it up to increase the force of the impact~

~Roach pulls Brett's planted foot bringing him down. Roach shakes his reddened face and head, clearing out the cobwebs. He shoves up to his feet, but Brett is already there slamming a fist right into his midsection. Chop from Brett sends Roach into the corner. Chop number two, number three, number four and Roach's chest is reddening as quickly as his face and head. Brett with an Irish whip sends Roach across the ring. No wait! Reverse and Brett is sent running into the corner. Roach charges in but Brett runs up the turnbuckle flipping over Roach's head to twist in midair and land on his feet. Roach spins around. Dropkick from Brett. Caught by Roach who spins around while heading to center ring. Roach releases sending Brett slamming into the mat and sliding nearly out of the ring. Roach plants himself in the turnbuckle, gasping. Brett begins to stir, holding at his lower back in obvious pain. Brett is up, holding onto the top ropes for assistence as Roach prepares himself in the corner~

Hood: Charge him, Roach!

~Brett turns as Roach charges across the ring. Brett is able to use the ropes to launch himself back over the top rope to land on the apron. Roach slams his right shoulder into the ringpost from the force of spear attempt!~

Hood: I guess white men can jump.

Smith: His shoulder may be sprained from the impact of shoulder and steel.

~Roach shoves himself out of the corner as Brett leaps into the ring. Arm drag has Roach down and Brett locks in a crossface to try and dislocate that shoulder. Roach reaches back into the ropes with his leg, he's got it. Scott Swindell is right there with the count~

~Brett leans back, knowing he's got a five count~

~Brett rolls to the right some, tweaking a little more pain out of the submission hold~

~Roach is gritting his teeth in pain~

~Brett releases the hold, pulling Roach towards center ring as he drags him to his feet. Forearm to the forehead of Roach before slamming a knee into his midsection. Brett ducks back, spinning around delivering a knee right into Roach's left knee sending him to a bended knee position. Brett hits the ropes, but Roach catches him!~

Smith: Roach turns the Shining Wizard into a spinebuster!

Hood: Damn!

~Roach pulls Brett up to his feet, not putting his full weight on his left leg. Roach clotheslines Brett in the corner, and as he stumbles out of the corner, Roach puts his head between his legs lifting him onto his back and THE QUENCH (crucifix powerbomb aka Razors/Outsiders Edge).~

Smith: Brett has just been QUENCHED!

~Roach falls on Brett, rolling to hook and cover~

2!!

3!!!

Ding Ding Ding

Belvedere: Winner of the match, and heading to LUCK OF THE VIOLENT FOR A CRAZE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH UP... ROACHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

~ "The Joker" hits back up as Roach goes to leave the ring but his music is cut off, and it’s silent for a few seconds. ~

Hood: What’s this all about? That’s disrespectful to cut off the man’s music. He just won a shot at the Craze championship!

~ Suddenly “Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah)” by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts starts to play. Everyone seems confused, when the OCW tron lights with TAMIKA STRADER in bold cowboy-esque lettering starts to flash and the fans erupt as the Cowgirl herself steps out from behind the curtain. She smiles widely. ~

Hood: What the hell does she want?

Smith: Well, common sense says that Tamika has made up her mind about the Craze title shot.

Hood: Common sense also says you shouldn’t eat Alice’s mustard, but I can still smell that sandwich you ate hours ago.

~ Tamika looks up at the OCWtron that shows a Luck of the Violent match imagery that says Craze Championship that has Roach on the right side and a silhouette on the left. She sneers widely and finger pistols up at the screen and her image takes the place of the silhouette and the fans erupt in cheers, and Roach rolls his eyes with a chuckle. ~

Smith: Wow! She turned down an opportunity to have the Cowgirls named a contender for The Danger Boiz Tag Team Titles and is taking the Craze title shot she earned in THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS!

Hood: Uh oh, dissension in the ranks of the Cowgirls From Hell?

Smith: The sisters are very supportive and I am sure Meghan is behind her sisters decision.

~ Hood rolls his eyes and just mouths, “yeah, sure”. Tamika motions to a belt around her waist before she raises her left fist in the air for the fans. ~

Smith: And it looks as though it'll be Tamika Strader taking on Roach for the Craze Championship!

Hood: GO ROACH

Smith: Ya know, not to get all GENDER SPECIFIC...but I remember the last time a bubbly, happy-go-lucky female wrestler faced Roach in her first big PPV match.

Hood: Ugh, don't say it.

Smith: That wrestler's name? Alice Knight!

Hood: Fuck off.

Smith: Can Tamika defeat Roach at Luck of the Violent and raise her singles stock in OCW or will Roach earn OCW gold for the first time in his career? We'll find out on March 27th!

Hood: I'm usually anti infestation but...GO ROACH

~We cut to the back~

~We cut back to the office of Marcus Welsh. He looks very grave. SO GRAVE. He’s going over plans for OCW’s April PPV event (GOTTA STAY AHEAD OF THE GAME). Cap Slock stands over him~

Cap Slock: WHAT IS WITH THE GRAVE LOOK SIR DID YOU GET SOME BAD IRISH POTATOES?

Marcus Welsh: No.

~Welsh ponders~

Marcus Welsh: Can someone get sick from bad potatoes?

Cap Slock: OF COURSE THEY CAN SIR THEY CAN GET VERY SICK. IT’S MESSY BUSINESS, LITERALLY.

Marcus Welsh: Okay, that’s enough. I get it. No, I’m not feeling any digestive ailments. I’m simply nauseated over the fact that it looks like I’m going to have to name Plethora the #1 Contender to the OCW Title for April’s PPV>

Cap Slock: BY JOVE

Marcus Welsh: By jove, indeed.

Cap Slock: THERE’S NO OTHER OPTION?

Marcus Welsh: He was the runner up inside THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS. He fought through several tiers before nearly defeating the 2021 Wrestler of the Year. He deserves it.

Cap Slock: THAT MAKES SENSE, SIR. EVEN IF I LOATHE THE MAN.

Marcus Welsh: We all loathe the man.

Cap Slock: WHO SHALL YOU BESTOW THE DANGEROUS TASK OF RELAYING THIS INFORMATION TO THE PERILOUS ONE THEY CALL PLETHORA, SIR?

Marcus Welsh: Well, I -

~Suddenly, PLETHORA bursts in through the wall. He’s carrying a NEW Scythe. It’s very much like his old one only it’s been coated in black paint. A caption at the bottom of the screen identifies it as the MYSTERIOUS SCYTHE~

Marcus Welsh: Uh, hello Plethora.

~Plethora stares, ominously~

Marcus Welsh: I’m guessing you overheard everything that was just said.

~Plethora grips his MYSTERIOUS SCYTHE really tight~

Marcus Welsh: Right. Gotcha. Say, while I’ve got you...how would you feel about facing someone at Luck of the Violent?

~Plethora breathes, ominously. As he does, Welsh looks at a magazine nearby, opened to an article. Three letters are circled...a D...then an A...then an N~

Marcus Welsh: That’s weird. D...A...N...hey, wait a minute. That spells Dan!

~Plethora stares~

Marcus Welsh: I know your games, Plethora. You want Dan at Luck of the Violent. Well, I’ve got bad news for you, sir. He’s defending his tag title so he’ll be unavailable.

~Plethora’s MYSTERIOUS SCYTHE reflects some light off it’s super sharp blade~

Marcus Welsh: Now, hold on Plethora. No need to get riled up. He is booked so I’m not gonna forcefully DOUBLE book him. What we can do...we can do this.

~Welsh thinks on the spot~

Marcus Welsh: We’ll announce that you’ve issued an open challenge. Every wrestler on the roster is open to accept your challenge. The match will be for your OCW Title shot. Wrestlers make their best pitch for why they should face you and, well, you pick the best one.

~The magazine flips to another page. Three letters are circled. ‘D’ ‘A’ ‘N’~

Marcus Welsh: I get it! Dan! If Dan makes the pitch to face you then, by all means, select him. But, if he doesn’t, you gotta go with someone else...alright?

~Plethora breathes~

Marcus Welsh: Great talk. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’ve gotta...find someone to fix that hole in the wall.

~Welsh stands and exits with Cap Slock right behind him, leaving Plethora standing, ominously, in his office, clutching his MYSTERIOUS SCYTHE~

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~We cut backstage where Welsh is taking a piss inside the personal bathroom belonging to his office backstage. The stream is strong because our GM is very healthy. It starts to slow. He jiggles...he wiggles...trickle, trickle...annnnddd...finished. He flushes and heads to the sink to wash his hands. As he does, he sings~

Marcus Welsh: 99 bottles of mustard on the wall 99 bottles of mustard...take one down and smash it around, 98 bottles of...HOLY SHIT

~Looking up while washing his hands, Welsh sees ZyBALDa standing behind him. ZyBALDa takes a second to let out a dastardly snicker before reaching out and holding an OWL talon to Welsh’s neck~

ZyBALDa: You’ll keep those luscious lips shut if you know what’s good for you, sexy boy.

~This language has Welsh totally confused. ZyBALDa grabs a handful of Welsh’s decently thick hair and drags him from the bathroom into the office. Standing there, waiting is POBLANO. He’s got his arms folded and a sinister look on his face as he pets his plush whale doll. ZyBALDa forces Welsh into the chair behind the desk...he retains a hold of Welsh’s hair, slinging Marcus forward~

ZyBALDa: You and that HAIR take a SEAT. Think you’re big and bad. All high and mighty because you got some hair, well let me tell you, I’m gonna -

Poblano: ZYBALDA!

~ZyBALDa shuts up~

Poblano: Thank you. Keep the talon to his neck.

~ZyBALDa nods...light shining off his chrome dome, blinding Poblano enough that he has to lower some shades. Welsh glares up at Poblano. Poblano continues to stroke his plush whale doll~

Poblano: Go ahead, ask me.

~Welsh shoves the words through his teeth~

Marcus Welsh: Where is he...where is Mike!

~Poblano flips his plush Whale doll over and he begins to unzip its belly~

Poblano: The question isn’t WHERE he is...but WHEN he is.

~Poblano dramatically rips open his whale’s belly to reveal...THE OWL STATUETTE! He’s been carrying it inside his plush whale doll this entire time! Welsh shakes his head over how all this shit happened right in front of him but he was too busy playing golf, drinking mojitos, and hanging with Greg to see it. Poblano takes the owl statuette to a giant two door dresser...he rubs the wood...rubs it and rubs it, eyeing Welsh, with his shades lowered down bridge of his nose~

Poblano: Oh yea, this is some fine wood. Let’s see WHEN Zybala is!

~He rips open the doors and GREG falls out. Poblano kicks at him~

Poblano: What is THIS

~Greg scurries to his feet, he’s wearing a tuxedo that looks to be of the ‘tear-away’ variety~

Greg: Sorry, I was going to surprise Marcus when he came out of the bathroom.

Marcus Welsh: Aww, Greg.

Greg: -smiles-

Poblano: ENOUGH. You stand over there and keep that tuxedo on.

~Greg nods. Poblano shuts the dresser doors...he holds the owl statuette up and chants “the owl is night...the owl is night...THE OWL IS NIGHT!!!” He rips the doors open and we are given a view into the future. Mike Zybala is tied to a chair next to Who’Re…she’s also tied up. Watching over them is a robot that looks a lot like LEO~

Marcus Welsh: MIKE!

~Mike slowly looks up. He’s groggy~

Poblano: HEY! No talking.

~Welsh notices the robot~

Marcus Welsh: Is that LEO?

Poblano: No, I’m afraid that’s Leonel. Our robot clone of LEO. LEO died in the year 2030 via involuntary masturbation after a very recent vasectomy. It wasn’t pretty.

~Everybody in the room winces and crosses their legs~

Poblano: Anyway...as you can see, I have Mike in custody. I could easily make him disappear. But, I stand to profit more from his constant failings than I do his premature demise.

Marcus Welsh: Okay, so give him back.

Poblano: Whoa. Not so fast. Remember the good ole days when you loathed the idea of Zybala winning the OCW Title? That was my Welsh. That was MY OCW.

Marcus Welsh: Yea, but he’s earned his spot at the top of OCW. This place has always been about effort and reward.

Poblano: I’ll tell you what he’s earned…

~Poblano nods into the portal. Robot LEO (Leonel) backhands Zybala, sending him falling over in his chair~

Marcus Welsh: STOP! What do you want, Poblano? What’s your goal?

Poblano: Simple. You promise me that Mike Zybala will never, ever compete for the OCW Title. You put that in writing and I’ll let him go.

Marcus Welsh: And if I don’t?

Poblano: Death by watching R.O.S.E. promos too many times.

Marcus Welsh: GEEZUS

Poblano: So, what’s it gonna be?

Marcus Welsh: I mean, I guess. If that’s the only option.

~Poblano snickers and pulls a pre-typed contract out of the owl statuette’s ass. He slides it on the table, producing a pen with PERMANENT ink. He clicks the end~

Poblano: Herbie Hancock, sir?

Marcus Welsh: Huh?

Poblano: It is the Herbie Hancock, is it not?

Marcus Welsh: No, it’s JOHN Hancock.

Poblano; Well, whatever. SIGN

~Welsh is about to sign. He looks up at Zybala who is maneuvering his chair so he can look through the portal. He sees Welsh~

Zybala: Marcus!

Marcus Welsh: Mike!

Poblano: DAMNIT JUST SIGN THE FUCKIN PAPER

Zybala: Don’t do it, Marcus! The future here...it’s terrible!

~Welsh looks into the future. He sees the lower half of a ticker tape at the bottom of a news screen~

~Welsh’s eyes bulge~

Marcus Welsh: President...as in PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES?

Poblano: If you don’t sign right now then...LEONEL, GRAB THE HOLOGRAPHIC VIDEO LIBRARY OF R.O.S.E. PROMOS!!

Marcus Welsh: WAIT!

~Poblano motions for Leonel to stop. Welsh contemplates. They all lean in~

Poblano: Well, we’re waiting.

~Welsh doesn’t want to leave this world in the hands of a future where Alice Knight is president and Dadbod is a fitness guru~

Marcus Welsh: What if we have a match.

Poblano: Are you kidding? Why would I leave all of this up to a match when I can force you into signing that document.

Marcus Welsh: You said every time Zybala fails, your wealth increases. The future bends toward your favor, right?

~Poblano is listening~

Marcus Welsh: What would the future look like if we had a match for Zybala’s freedom. If I win, Zybala is free to compete for the OCW Title. If you win, he can never, ever compete for the OCW Title. How would that change things?

~Poblano leans into the portal and talks to Leonel. Leonel does some calculating...they are both impressed by the numbers. Turns out, that would increase their power and worth immensely~

Poblano: Fine. I’ll play the game.

~Zybala lets out a ‘yes’ while on the ground, tied to the chair. Welsh sighs with relief...the talon still pressed to his throat~

Poblano: But, I have some rules.

Marcus Welsh: Sure. What are they?

Poblano: I pick the wrestler who competes for me.

Marcus Welsh: Naturally.

Poblano: And, I get to pick yours.

Marcus Welsh: Wait, what? No. That’s not…

Poblano: Otherwise, NO DEAL

~Greg leans in~

Greg: Take the deal.

Marcus Welsh: Fine. Deal.

Poblano: GREAT

~Who’Re looks up from within the portal~

Who’Re: What about me?!

Poblano: Do you want me to throw the woman in there, as well?

Marcus Welsh: I don’t really care, to be honest.

Greg: MARCUS

Marcus Welsh: I mean, yes! Absolutely, we must have our Who’Re back.

Poblano: Fine.

~Poblano grabs his document and he snaps for ZyBALDa to remove the sharp talon from Welsh’s throat. Together, they back toward the portal~

Poblano: At Luck of the Violent we will have a match. If my guy wins, Zybala can never wrestle for the OCW Title. If your guy wins, Zybala is free to compete for any title he chooses.

Marcus Welsh: Great. Who are you selecting?

Poblano: I will let you know my selections next week.

~Poblano and ZyBALDa step into the portal and slam the doors shut. Greg looks at Welsh. He walks over and rips the doors open...all we see inside are some shirts for Welsh to change into, hanging loose. Greg turns around, shocked~

Marcus Welsh: Yea Greg, these are weird times.

~We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Well the good news is Zybala's alive and he's got a chance to return to OCW competition unscathed.

Hood: How is that the good news?

Smith: The bad news? Welsh, once again, has to play Poblano's game. Poblano holds all the cards and has the primary advantage of selecting BOTH competitors.

Hood: Yep...Uber Man is probably searching for his ring attire as we chat. You know Poblano is gonna give Welsh somebody who totally blows!

Smith: That'd be the smart play...ensure he retains his wealth by denying Zybala a shot at the OCW Title.

Hood: Future looked pretty bleak, gotta be honest. Alice as the President? Dadbod as a fitness guru? Leo as a sentient being? Man.

Smith: Well, if there's one thing we think we know about time travel...it's that the future can be altered. So, we'll see if Luck of the Violent can improve the bleak outlook...although I'm all for Alice being our president.

Hood: She'd dump all our money into mustard and owl care. It'd be HORRIBLE.

Smith: Alright fans...while we try and sort out the zaniness of what we just witnessed...let's send it to the ring for tonight's main event! It's an interesting one with the Lockwoods being GIFTED an OCW Tag Title shot. Tonight they face a team that, well, if we're being honest, is more qualified than them in every, single category.

Hood: Except the one that matters...the eyes of the GM.

Smith: Not sure why Welsh made the call that he did...but the choice has been made. Let's head to ringside for tonight's tag team main event!

Main Event
Tag Team Match
Cowgirls From Hell (1-0) vs. The Lockwood Party (1-0)

~The fans are on their feet in anticipation of what should be a very interesting main event. Belvedere, standing in the ring under some stadium lights clears his throat and begins the final announcing duties of the evening~

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…

~~‘Burn it Down’ by AWOLNATION begins to play and strobe lights flashing blue and silver.~

//If you're feeling like I feel then run your life like it’s a dance floor And if you need a little heat in your face, that’s what I’m here for If you're chilling in the dark and you're looking through a telescope You will see me sipping on a soul of a new hope\\

~A howling scream comes through the sound system and is met by the roar of two motorcycles as they roll out with Meghan on a Blacked out Harley Davidson Road King and Tamika on a Blacked-Chromed out Indian Scout Bobber with cFh airbrushed on the tanks. Gold and silver pyro’s shoot off down the ramp as Meghan and Tamika hold their fists high in the air to roar of the crowd.~

Belvedere: Hailing from London, Ontario Canada by way of Houston, Texas weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and ninety pounds…

//So burn it down, burn it down So burn it down, burn it down So burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down)\\

~ The women begin their descent down the ramp hitting their throttles to pump the crowd. They circle the ring, meeting tire to tire at the announcers table.

//Burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down) Burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down) Burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down)\\

Belvedere: They are the…. COWGIRLS FROM HELL!!!!!!!!

//If you're feeling like I feel throw your fist through the ceiling Some people call it crazy well I call it healing If you need love turn around, do the helicopter If you're sick, baby girl I would love to be your doctor\\

~Meghan and Tamika slide into the ring, and taking the opposite turnbuckles holding their fists up in the air getting a loud pop.~

//So burn it down, burn it down So burn it down, burn it down So burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down)\\

~ Meghan takes the corner for their team and Tamika rolls her shoulders out, bouncing from one foot to another throwing jabs as they await their opponents.~

Smith: Tamika and Meghan were both brave enough to enter THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS. And, while Meghan came away with a hard fought but disappointing loss to The Lost Stranger...Tamika earned a Craze Title shot by defeating Dangerous Dan!

Hood: And that’s all she earned.

Smith: Yep. Some people assumed that by defeating Dan, Tamika would earn her team a shot at the OCW Tag Titles. Instead...OCW GM Marcus Welsh made the baffling call to announce The Lockwood Party as the #1 Contenders.

Hood: It was a weird announcement, for sure. Came out of nowhere. You’d have thought he’d have waited until the outcome of this match. But, nope. He just went ahead and did it.

Smith: The Dravers and Cowgirls From Hell both had better claims. And, if CFH wins tonight...that’s only going to further solidify Welsh’s decision as baffling.

Belvedere: And, their opponents…

~"PUNCH IN THE FACE" BY FRENZAL RHOMB hits and The Lockwood Party emerges from the back, making their way to the ring. The fans boo the #1 contenders...not only are they loathsome people but they’ve received a shot they haven’t really earned...it all makes for a very unlikable team~

Belvedere: From The East Bay, California...at a total combined weight of 420lbs...they are the #1 Contenders to the OCW Tag Team Titles...they are THE LOCKWOOD PARTY!!!

~A few fans snicker at the combined weight of ‘420’...the Lockwoods reach the ring and they slide in under the bottom rope. Jack and Tim reach their feet and eye Meghan and Tamika. They hurl insults across the ring at the Cowgirls From Hell. Belvedere exits and Scruff remains~

Smith: Jack and Tim Lockwood are feeling pretty proud of themselves when, honestly, they haven’t done much to earn it. Not this run, anyway.

Hood: Dude, they’ve got a date set for a tag title match in Dublin. Why wouldn’t they be feeling super confident? It’s all gravy from this point forward.

Smith: Indeed. This match is not nearly as big as it could have been IF our GM had waited to announce the #1 contenders. Again, a strange announcement.

~Scruff motions for the bell. It rings and we are underway. The fans are on their feet, cheering. Meghan starts things off for CFH and Jack starts things off for The Lockwoods~

Smith: And we are ready to go!

Hood: So, what if CFH wins?

Smith: I mean, I’d think they’d have a claim to be in that match on the 27th but from what I understand it’s The Lockwoods and ONLY the Lockwoods challenging the Danger Boiz.

Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING

~Jack heads over to Meghan and sizes her up...eyeing her like she’s on sale at the local meat market. The fans boo as Jack has a few lewd comments about Meghan’s appearance. She responds with a forearm shot to the head!! Jack stumbles back! The fans go wild...Meghan hits him again and again, backing him into the ropes...she shoots him off...he sprints across the ring, bounces off the ropes and gets tossed with an arm drag!! His body flies across the ring, sliding into his team’s corner where he reaches up and tags Tim into the match. Meghan turns around and spots the eager Tamika...she gives her a tag~

Smith: Jack didn’t fare too well against Meghan...now we’ll see how Tim does with Tamika.

Hood: The Lockwoods don’t seem to be too focused. Like I said earlier...they’ve got what they want, this match has little-to-no bearing on their immediate future.

Smith: Yep. Again, strange booking from Welsh.

~Tim enters the ring and immediately starts crowing about their #1 contender spot. He looks back at Jack and asks, “Why are we wasting our time with these two bitches?” Tamika runs forward and knees Tim in the back!! Tim stumbles into the ropes...he turns around and eats a clothesline that sends him over the top rope and to the outside...the staggers into the guard rail outside, holding his neck. Jack hops off the apron and tends to his brother~

Smith: The Lockwoods have the attitude and trash talk it takes to look like #1 contenders...but their in ring work isn’t really backing it up.

Hood: They haven’t got one move in, Smith. But maybe that’s their plan...to win this match without executing one move.

Smith: That’s an impossible plan.

~Jack and Tim consult on the outside. Tamika stands at the ropes, yelling at Tim to get back in the ring. Scruff is about to start a count when Meghan rushes in and delivers a running knee to Jack, knocking him down! Tim is stunned...he looks toward Meghan and tries to retaliate, but she ducks a lazy clothesline. He spins around and eats a roundhouse kick, sending him into the apron. Meghan grabs Tim and slings him into the ring under the bottom rope. He rolls toward the center of the ring and sits up, staring at Tamika heading his way. He puts his hands up, begging her off, but she won’t stop~

Smith: The Cowgirls came to fight, Hood. Too bad The Lockwoods didn’t do the same.

Hood: Yea, that strategy of winning this match without executing one move isn’t looking too great.

~Tamika stands over the desperate Tim Lockwood. Tim reaches for and grabs Scruff by the arm, yanking him in between them. Tamika struggles to get Scruff out of the way...the interruption allows Tim time to get to his feet. He reaches over Scruff and rakes Tamika across the face!! The fans boo!! Tamika stumbles back, holding her face and eyes. Scruff looks around like ‘what the hell was that for?!’ Tim ignores him and goes after Tamika~

Smith: Of course. They can’t get the advantage the legal way so they cheat!

Hood: Damnit, he had to execute a move. Looks like the goal will remain out of reach.

~Tim knees Tamika in the gut, doubling her over. He grabs a handful of hair and yanks back, staring into her face. He pulls down on her hair, yanking her to the mat...she lands hard, holding the back of her head in pain. Tim drops to his knees and he begins to choke Tamika. The fans boo. Scruff rushes in, trying to get him off her~

Smith: These filthy Lockwoods. They refuse to play fair...he’s blatantly choking her, Hood!

Hood: Hey, maybe she’s into that.

Smith: Hood!

~Tim finally relinquishes the choke hold. He returns to his feet...Jack is back on the apron in their corner, holding his nose. He yells out, “Tag me!” Tim doesn’t hesitate, tagging his brother into the ring. Jack steps through and stomps on Tamika, sending her back to the mat. He then charges forward and blasts Meghan with a forearm shot, sending her from the apron to the ground. The fans boo...he tells them all to ‘shut the fuck up.’ He turns around to go after Tamika, but she rolls him up for a small package~

KICK OUT

Smith: So close!

Hood: Tamika just stole TLS’ move!

Smith: To be fair, it’s a pretty common move.

Hood: Doesn’t make it right, Smith. DOESN’T MAKE IT RIGHT

~Both competitors return to their feet. Jack throws a wild punch...Tamika ducks, she grabs his head as they pass each other and drops him with a neckbreaker!!! Tim steps through the ropes to help his brother out. Meghan dives into the ring and pops to her feet, spearing right through Tim!!! Tim hits the mat, hard!!! Tamika pops to her feet, as does Meghan...the fans are going wild~

Smith: The Cowgirls look amazing!

Hood: No shit. Lockwoods are having trouble competing.

~Jack and Tim quickly roll out of the ring. Meghan and Tamika give chase, but they can’t catch them in time. The Lockwoods hit the outside and stare up at the ring...they see Meghan and Tamika urging them to get back in. The fans chant ‘CFH! CFH!’ Jack is holding his neck...Tim is holding his midsection. The brothers look at one another and nod...they turn and exit, heading back down the aisle. The fans start to boo~

Smith: What?!

Hood: They’re leaving!

Smith: But...they can’t...they can’t leave!

Hood: Why not? They’re getting a tag title shot win or lose. What’s it matter?

Smith: Ugh!

~Scruff counts. He gets to five...six...seven...Meghan and Tamika shake their heads...the Lockwoods are all the way down the aisle, near the curtain. Scruff yells eight. The Lockwoods turn around and stare at the Cowgirls from Hell. Scruff yells NINE. Scruff yells “TEN!” The Lockwoods reach for their junk and grab while flashing middle fingers to the Cowgirls From Hell. Scruff calls for the bell~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...here are your winners via countout...THE COWGIRLS FROM HELL!!!!!

~The fans BOOOOOOO. The Lockwoods don’t care, they head through the curtain and exit. Meghan and Tamika look at each other, disappointed~

Smith: Those girls showed up ready to compete...ready to give these fans a show and the damn Lockwoods ruined it.

Hood: That’s why you gotta make people earn shit, Smith. If you just hand people things you’ll get...well, you’ll get what we just saw.

Smith: Really hope our GM rethinks that decision. The Cowgirls From Hell deserve that shot...heck, as much as it pains me to say, The Dravers deserve that shot...anybody but The Lockwoods!

Hood: I think it’s set, man. Gonna have to deal with it.

~The fans booing fades out as Meghan and Tamika accept what’s happened and begin to play to the fans, climbing the buckles and acknowledging their Irish fans. The people of Cork go wild chanting ‘CFH’ into the dark, Irish evening~

Smith: It’s not the way they envisioned, I’m sure. These two were well on their way to a dominant, in-ring victory...BUT, they’ll take it.

Hood: These fans are certainly behind them.

Smith: The Cowgirls continue to rise in popularity as they stand tall in tonight’s main event.

Hood: Yep, but they won’t be getting that tag title shot.

Smith: Ugh. Well fans, we hope you enjoyed that main event...but we're not finished yet! After this commercial break we'll return and I'm told we'll hear from TIO!

Hood: Oh boy. This should be interesting.

Smith: Extremely. Stick around...you WON'T want to miss the final portion of tonight's show!

~We get a shot of The Cowgirls From Hell playing to the sold out crowd in Cork, Ireland. “CFH!” chants fill the sky...we pan out before cutting to commercial~

ARE YOU READY?!

~The thunderous instrumental of “Are You Ready” by Disturbed is only matched by the reaction from the Massacre crowd as the letters “TIO” sprawl across the large screen atop the ramp. The Incredible One walks out to the top of the ramp, basking in the stellar reaction he is receiving. Large “TIO” chants resonate around the arena as TIO, with a serious look, begins his way down the ramp towards the ring.~

Smith: An amazing ovation for TIO, his first Massacre appearance in a long time.

Hood: TIO means all business tonight, look at him!

Smith: Indeed, I would imagine TIO has a lot on his mind after the events of Carpe Noctem.

Hood: If I was TIO I’d be pissed off after getting SCREWED at the PPV! I hope the retarded TIO shows up and kills someone!

Smith: Jesus…

~TIO enters the ring and climbs a turnbuckle, staring out to the sea of OCW diehard fans, as he nods to their cheers of approval. He grabs a microphone from Belvedere and hits it a few times, the thumps emitting from the speakers. TIO’s theme fades out as “Welcome back” chants echo loudly.~

TIO: Thank you… from the bottom of my heart… thank you for that wonderful ovation. I wish I was as excited as each and every one of you. I truly do. However, I come down to this ring and I am frustrated. Not with my performance or my mental health - no - I am in the best physical shape of my life and my mental clarity is the best it has ever been. I was extremely close to moving on in the Great Illuminatus, very close to defeating Plethora, when… well you all saw it.

~The crowd boos heavily as the screen shows replay footage of a masked man hitting TIO with his own finishing piledriver, allowing Plethora to score the pinfall and move on in the match.~

TIO: You know, there would once be a time where I’d be upset, throw a table around; a tantrum if you will, and demand chaos. All I know is this individual said “Do you remember me?” and to that I say… you’re a coward. Whenever I took my shot and I screwed someone out of a match, out of a championship, out of a moment, I did it showing my face. I never hid from the truth. So to you, mystery person, if you had any sort of respect for this business and any respect for me - you wouldn’t have attacked me anonymously. I’m not here to make it personal but you did ruin my shot at becoming a two-time OCW Champion. At the very least you’re going to come out here right now and explain yourself… ow.. my head–

~TIO drops the mic as he goes down to one knee clutching his forehead with his hand.~

Smith: I hope TIO is okay, what’s going on? Should we get the medics?

Hood: He probably just looked at the lights the wrong way - I’ve been saying forever to the crew to TURN THE DAMN LIGHTS DOWN!

Smith: That’s because you show up drunk for work half the time.

Hood: So? Can’t a man enjoy a swig of rum at work? *Takes a sip from a flask*

~TIO is now on both knees, and breathing heavily as he grasps his head with both hands now and then without warning, collapses in the ring. The crowd gasps audibly as a medic team rushes to the ring but before they can enter TIO suddenly gets to a sitting position, eyes bugged. He slowly cocks his head, tilted slightly as he surveys the crowd, who are unsure how to react. The entire arena is silent as TIO crawls toward the microphone and decides to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The OCW cameras transition from the hard camera to an aerial camera from the rafters.~

“TIO”: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha……….

Hood: Well, so much for mental clarity.

Smith: I’m extremely worried for TIO right now.

“TIO”: You all thought this was going to be a nice, and peaceful moment… didn’t ya?! Ian was going to come out, spew a few words about how he’s a changed man and all he wants to do is put on good wrestling matches.

~Suddenly TIO skins the cat, something he never does, and gets to his feet and snarls at the crowd.~

“TIO”: WELL FUCK THAT! *burps* I mean, OKAY… Ian is a pretty good fucking wrestler, I can’t even deny that, BUT… what Ian truly excels at… is CHAOS. Being UNPREDICTABLE! And that’s me… I’ve been his AGENT OF CHAOS. Now, for a time, Ian has been able to somewhat “control” me… but the poor fella decided when he was fifty days sober to celebrate by hanging out with the wrong crowd and he caved and took a teenie, tiny, bump of coke. And guess WHAT?!

~TIO stops with a massive grin on his face and a belly laugh.~

“TIO”: I was FREEEEEEED!

~TIO puts the mic down and dances around in a circle in the middle of the ring.~

Hood: Uh, TIO’s fucked.

Smith: Indeed.

“TIO”: So that’s my fucking origin story… onto the fuckery at hand.

~TIO rolls out of the ring, looks under it, grabs a steel chair, and rolls back into the ring.~

“TIO”: YOU FUCKED IAN AND I OUT OF BECOMING OCW CHAMPION - MYSTERY PERSON YOU! I am NOT HAPPY! So here’s what we’re going to do … you’re going to come down to this ring - RIGHT NOW! I DON’T WANT ANY EXPLANATIONS BECAUSE I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU UP WITH THIS CHAIR! And then IAN AND I going to the back to Welsh, Zybala or whoever THE FUCK IS RUNNING THE SHOW, and IAN AND I are going to DEMAND a match against YOU MYSTERY PERSON at LUCK OF THE VIOLENCE!!!

~Without warning, TIO begins bashing his head with the steel chair multiple times. Blood begins to pour from the forehead of TIO as he stumbles in the ring, and collapses into the corner in a semi-standing position. TIO shakes his head as he drops the chair and mic, and rubs his head, looking at the blood.~

VOICEOVER: COWARD …

~ A voice from behind the curtain echoes as TIO stares at the entrance ramp waiting in anticipation as to who this mystery man is. ~

VOICEOVER: YOU CALLED YOURSELF MY BROTHER! I CALL YOU A FRAUD!

~ Just then “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” hits and the lights dim. ~

Hood: HOLY SHIT - Did The Marvel just comeback to OCW!

Smith: Look at TIO inside the ring.

~TIO is almost foaming at the mouth waiting for The Marvel to come through that curtain. BOOOOS flood the atmosphere. A lime strobe light flickers and flashes as a figure appears. His head down the entire time not making eye contact with TIO inside the ring. The music stops an the lights slowly come back on as you can tell it is not the OCW Hall of Famer, “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu but an imposter. A bad blonde wig is shown and a red The Aptitude shirt the man has on with a pair of blue denim jeans. As the man slowly rises his head and throws off the wig … ~

Hood: OHMYGOD! It can’t be. How could he of all people do that to The Incredible One!

Smith: I am just as shocked as you. I can not believe my eyes and neither can TIO!

~ Fiery red hair is shown and a smirk that is all too familiar. If you haven’t guessed it by now the man is none other than “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell.~

O’Donnell: SURPRISE!!! I’M BACK BITCHES!

~The fans in attendance are in shock. The don’t know whether to cheer or boo The Distinguished One as he just stands on top of the entrance ramp taking it all in. ~

O’Donnell: Now before I get to Mister Cry Me A River who is in the ring I need to get a few things off of my chest. Alice Knight …

~The fans cheer at the mention of her name. A lot of Knight fans are in attendance. CJ chuckles a bit to himself. ~

O’Donnell: How could you? How did allow someone like Gilbert to take you out on a date. I thought we had something special and then you go out with someone who can’t even ride on a roller coaster at Disneyland. I expected better of you Alice. You deserved better and that is why you got that Rose the other night. You needed a wake up call … You have become stagnant here in OCW. Hell you let The Dravers Boys turn on you … WHY WOULD YOU ALIGN YOURSELF WITH THEM! You are better than them and I am going to do everything in my power to show you just how much untapped potential you have.

~ TIO stands up in the ring and looks like he is about to talk but CJ cuts him off … ~

O’Donnell: QUIET … I’ll get to you in a minute. Hey Vargas just want to say you were right …

~ Hood and Smith look at each other as a brief pause occurs. ~

Smith: Did I just hear those words come out of CJ’s mouth!

Hood: Never thought I’d hear that in my lifetime.

O’Donnell: I made a mistake trusting that man in the ring. I thought he was a brother but he only ever cared about himself. It was always about him. So I want to apologize for my stupidity and just want to wish you luck at the Luck of the Violent against Outcast. TIO … TIO … TIO …

~ CJ takes off the Aptitude shirt and throws it on the ramp and points at the ring at The Incredible One.~

O’Donnell: You have no one to blame but yourself at what happened to you at Carpe Noctem! You haven’t changed one bit. It always about you. You have to be the center of attention. You want the spotlight to be on you. Well guess what TIO that changes …. NOW …

~O’Donnell takes about five steps down the ramp as TIO is telling him to get into the ring. ~

O’Donnell: You are not going to get what you want. You can demand all you want but as far as Luck of the Violent my card is already full. I’ll be in the area visiting the local pubs and taking care of my land. Maybe I’ll even be in attendance for the show but I don’t feel like wrestling that night. Now I am sure you have a bunch of questions for me but I don’t want to take all the spotlight tonight. I came back to OCW and this time I am going to things on my terms.

~The Distinguished drops the microphone and stares at TIO in the ring. O’Donnell starts to sprint down the ramp and about 10 feet from the ring he stops and smirks at TIO in the ring. CJ then walks backwards up the ramp and the camera picks up him saying “Now is not the right time ..” CJ exits to the back as TIO is left standing in the ring. We stay fixated on TIO~

Smith: CJ is back! TIO looks incensed!

Hood: Man...I can’t believe it. I didn’t think we’d ever see CJ back!

Smith: He’s got unfinished business, Hood. He was part of arguably the greatest faction in OCW history. He was a founding member of Aptitude. His two brothers were TIO and Matt Meyhu. Both of whom won an OCW Title. You know who didn’t win an OCW Title?

Hood: Gee, let me think.

Smith: It’s a goal I’m sure he’s eager to accomplish. Although, this feels more personal than that.

Hood: When you’re as close as those three were only to break apart so suddenly, so violently...yea, there’s some shit that runs deep.

Smith: Indeed and I’m sure we’ll find out what that is. Folks, CJ O’Donnell is back and he’s got his sights set on TIO.

Hood: A match big enough to headline any event in the world!

Smith: Indeed! That’s all the time we have...we’ll see you all next week!

~We get one final shot of TIO pacing the ring, shaking his head, furious over what’s transpired. We slowly fade out~

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