LIVE! April 18th 2022
FROM The Island
STATUS: One step forward, two steps back
~And we’re back! Our third Massacre on THE ISLAND. We’d been making progress. We’d been marching deeper and deeper into the forest/jungle/WHATEVER with safety and salvation in sight. And then? Well, then CLASSIC OCW struck as we burned the mother fucker down...so far as we can tell. Behind Welsh rests a smoldering, burnt mess. Trees, bushes, wildlife, all cooked to a masochistic crisp. Welsh faces the beach. A haven protecting them from the week long burn. OCW crew have a second ring, out over the water. Underneath the ring they’ve tied together several seats from the airplane, buoyant enough to keep the ring afloat. Welsh directs things from shore~
Marcus Welsh: Yea, and make sure you get some type of platform around the ring! They can’t just fall right into the ocean when they go over the top rope. Gotta have a landing spot.
~The Knife Man relays the info as parts of the plane are stripped away. The wing is dragged in front of Welsh and positioned as a platform to walk across from the beach to the ring~
Marcus Welsh: Yea, this should work just fine.
~Leo walks up~
Leo: This is gonna work, I think.
Marcus Welsh: Oh yea, it’ll be fine.
Leo: Can’t believe we burned up the whole jungle.
Marcus Welsh: So far as we can see, anyway.
~A break in the conversation. Leo’s taking a while to get to his point~
Leo: Soooo...about that golden cell phone? Any chance you might, ya know, use it this week?
~Welsh chooses not to reply. Instead, he points and yells, directing parts of the plane’s exterior to be attacked to the outside of the ring as a landing spot for people going over and through the ropes~
Leo: Because, I mean, it’s almost been a month and, well, I think one of the crew members without a name collapsed and died from dehydration earlier this morning.
Marcus Welsh: You don’t know the cost of using that phone, Leo. Nobody does.
Leo: Who’s on the other end? Just tell me. It can’t be that bad.
Marcus Welsh: It is.
Leo: Bad enough to kill all of us...let us all die.
Marcus Welsh: It won’t come to that.
Leo: I hope not.
~Leo’s voice doesn’t carry much confidence in the decision making of his leader. He marches off. Welsh continues directing the construction of the ring when the ground beneath him growls. The entire island shakes as he stumbles back, nearly falling down. He recover~
Marcus Welsh: What the hell was that? Was that an Earthquake?!
~Everybody felt it. They’re all frozen. Uncertain footing. A few moments go by, the ground remains stable. Welsh exhales and motions for the crew to get back to work. Our time speeds up as the sun begins its descent. Morning turns to afternoon and afternoon turns to early evening! The ring is floating above the ocean with an apparatus surrounding it, giving wrestlers a spot to land if they fall over and/or through the ropes. The ring floats impressively atop several seats removed from the dilapidated plane. One of the wings is firmly set up as a path to the ring from the beach. It’s time for Massacre! Wrestlers, staffers...they all stand on the beach, looking out at the ring with lit torches impaled in seat cushions, floating around to give it illumination. Jones and Hood stand shoulder to shoulder with the trust cell phone set up~
Jones: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Jones and alongside me is HOOD!
Hood: Ugh. I’m fuckin starving.
Jones: Look, there’s a tiny crab right there, you can…
~Hood grabs the crab and bites right into it~
Jones: I was gonna suggest killing it, cooking it, and then eating the meat out of the shell. But, sure, biting right into a living creature works.
Hood: We’re on an island. We aren’t ever getting off this thing. Get off my fuckin back.
Jones: Things are feeling kinda desperate, fans. For instance, we’ve a few ‘tremors’ today. First time I can remember.
Hood: Yea, well, when you fuck with nature, nature fucks back. We just burned half this island down so, I’m sure it’s pissed.
Jones: A massive fire engulfed much of the nature that’s been mostly untouched out here...untouched by man, anyway. That does seem to have angered the island.
Hood: Cloud is overcast with these dark, nasty clouds. But, no rain. We’re all gonna die.
Jones: I choose to remain positive...so, I’ll focus on what we’ve got going on tonight! Fans, we’ve got some singles matches featuring premiere OCW talent. CJ O’Donnell, Craze Champion Tamika Strader, and Mark Storm are all in action. And, then our main event...a Battle Royale with a TON at stake.
Hood: Ugh, steak. Stop teasing me.
Jones: Seven wrestlers will enter the ring. Five of whom with the opportunity to earn a TransAtlantic Title shot. The other two...BRIM and Zybala, can earn an OCW Title shot. It’s an over the top rope and into the ocean battle royal!
Hood: You see any more crabs? That one just got me going.
Jones: It’s Monday Night Massacre, fans! Wherever you are, buckle up and enjoy the ride!
Tamika Strader (7-0) vs. Whisper Mendoza (0-1)
Jones: Well ladies and gentlemen, it’s our opening match! Whisper Mendoza of Our Equality Brand and OCW Financier and CRAZE Champion Tamika Strader!
Hood: Man, I hate this place.
Jones: Whisper is already there waiting in the ring for the Craze Champion.
Belvedere: Introducing first...
//We've been here too long
Belvedere: Weighing in at hundred and forty five pounds...
~ Tamika steps out from behind a bush, Craze Championship around her waist, bobbing her head to the beat. ~
//Cry at night
Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...
//Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
~ Tamika reaches the bottom of the dirt path, unclasp her title belt and lifts it up in the air, Strader Sneer across her lips. ~
//Yeah, Oh yeah, oh yeah\\
Belvedere: She is the OCW Craze Champion.... TAMIKA STRADERRRRRRRRR!!!!
//Every girl an' boy
~ Tamika walks up the steps, and wipes her boots on the ring apron before stepping through the middle rope since she is no pixie stick five foot one lady. ~
//My, my, my
~ Tamika hits the four corners raising her championship up in the air, before coming face to face with Whisper. ~
DING DING DING!
~Whisper doesn't waste any time and it is the first to offence with a lariat on Tamika. Tamika is taken to the mat but manages to get back to her feet. Tamika retaliates and quickly drives an elbow into the face of Whisper. She staggers back, but recovers and delivers a kick to the head of Tamika. She is obviously stunned from the sudden kick and stands a bit groggily in the center of the ring. Whisper just doesn't seem to let up at this point when she wraps Tamika's head into a cravat and launches a knee to the face. Tamika falls to the ground holding her face, and Whisper continues to assault the head of Tamika by landing a few stomps. When Whisper finally lets up on the assault Tamika pulls herself to her feet. Tamika wastes no time by landing a dropkick to the knee. Instantly, Whisper falls to a knee.~
Jones: Whisper starts the match up rather aggressively, but it looks like Tamika found her opening.
Hood: Wake me up when it’s over
~While Whisper is trying to get back to a vertical base, Tamika rebounded off the ropes and landed another drop kick, right to the chest. Megan quickly jumps onto the second rope and flies off landing a springboard elbow drop. Whisper rolls back to her feet after the impact to the chest. Whisper grabs Tamika and side steps trying to take Tamika to the mat with a hiptoss but Tamika manages to wrap her leg with Whisper's making her unable to lift Tamika. Tamika breaks away from the grasp and goes for a kick to the stomach but Whisper catches her leg, but Tamika reverses it with an enzuigiri to Whisper's head. She slumps back against the ropes after the hit, her head slightly swimming. Tamika moves toward Whisper bringing her to the centre of the ring and lays her out with a vicious DDT.~
Jones: Tamika to the top rope!
Hood: ZzzzzzzZzzzZzzzz.
~Tamika leaps off with THE JAQUES-HAMMER (Senton-double foot stomp to the chest). She falls back on Whisper, and hooks her leg. Scruff drops for the count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING DING DING!
Belvedere: and your winner via pinfall.... TAMIKA STRADER!!!
~Tamika goes to retrieve her Craze title but stops and tilts her as she sees MARK STORM standing there in the ring, looking down at it.~
Jones: You might wanna wake up Hood.
Hood: Zzzzz... just a few more minutes Momma Hood... Zzzzz.
~Tamika walks up to Storm, her words not audible but she doesn’t look pleased. She goes to yank the title away but he holds on tight. Tamika chuckles.~
Jones: This doesn’t look good folks, looks like we are about to get a preview of Technical Difficulties!
~Tamika rips the belt out of his hands and the two begin trading lefts and rights. EASTON ALEXANDER comes running from the jungle but as he gets in the ring OCW security storms the squared circle, getting the three separated.~
Hood: Hmph, nice little powernap. I miss anything, Smith?
Jones: Nope, not a thing.
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high\\
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah\\
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah\\
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair\\
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah\\
~We move backstage, which again is just a part of the jungle of the island, and the Strader women (Meghan, Tamika, Victoria and Veronica) appear on our screens. The Cowgirls From Hell are decked out in their ring gear while Vee and Ronnie rock a pair of jeans (purple for Ronnie, blue for Vee) and t-shirts promoting OCW talent (Outcast for Ronnie and TLS for Victoria). The women seem in good spirits.~
Ronnie: You ready to rock Whisper Mendoza’s ass, Auntie Teebag?
Tamika: Does Chad Vargas hate black people and gets rock hard when the Confederate Flag blows in the wind?
~Meghan chuckles and shakes her head as Tamika does a little jig and a goofy smile.~
Vee: Just one of the many reasons why we love you so, Auntie Tee!
Meghan: You girls aren’t booked tonight, what are you doing at the show? I figured you would be training for Supreme Machine, Victoria. And Veronica, I figured you would be wearing Outcast’s moustache.
Vee: Mom!
~Meghan chuckles.~
Ronnie: Oh, I tuckered him out last night. He needs his rest for when he beats that fat bastard to retain his OCW Championship.
Vee: We are here to see Auntie Tee’s match and we need to talk to the boss about something. So we’ll catch you later?
~The elder Strader women nod as they exchange hugs. Meghan and Tamika walk off towards Checkers Position and when Vee sees the Craze Champion and her mom out of hearing distance, she turns to Ronnie with a deadly serious look on her face.~
Vee: Ok, let’s find the PORTAL POTTY.
Ronnie: Fuckin’ eh.
~V-Squared has a fist bump and makes their way into the jungle area to find where Marcus had the PORTAL POTTY moved to, to keep the talent and staff safe. RIP Tré.~
Jones: Did they just say they are looking for the PORTAL POTTY?!
Hood: Maybe they’re self conscious about shitting in front of people, Smith.
Jones: I really don’t know how Smith deals with you on a regular basis.
Hood: Talking in third person now?
Jones: Ugh, nevermind. Folks, let’s take a quick commercial break. More Massacre when we return!
~ The camera fades somewhere in the desert and you see “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell standing with a shovel in his hand. ~
CJ O’Donnell: This is for you .. The Incredible One … while you have gone in hiding since our six man tag match. I have come out here week in and week out to make sure I have no excuse for our Buried Alive Match. I will not have any ring rust. I will not have any butterflies. I will not have any excuses.
~ CJ looks down and sees the hole he has dug. He throws the shovel into the sand. ~
CJ O’Donnell: So go ahead TIO and remain silent. Stay sheltered behind your tribe and that mystery woman of yours. I expected more from you. I expected you to have that fire. That passion. But I guess you lost it. You have accomplished all you set out for so why risk it anymore right?
~ CJ stares directly at the camera. ~
CJ O’Donnell: You settled TIO. You have become okay with not being the best the best anymore. Me, on the other hand, my story is just beginning. I have a lot more left in the tank and after I bury you alive I’ll prove to everyone that I have always been _better_ than you. You are no longer incredible you are just _common_!
~ CJ just smirks and walks away from the camera. ~
CJ O'Donnell (3-1) vs. Mike Zybalda (0-1)
Jones: We are all set for our next match-up between Mike ZyBALDa and “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell.
Hood: I wouldn’t want to be ZyBALDa right now after what CJ did to Clubbin’ Man last week.
Jones: CJ is a man on a mission since coming back to OCW.
Hood: One can say that he is a man possessed.
Jones: Let’s head to the ring as Belvedere is already standing in the ring.
Belvedere: Our next match is scheduled for one fall introducing first walking down to the ring …
~ Mile ZyBALDa shows himself no music, his gut hanging out of his shirt. He lifts his arms up waiting to hear the fans but he looks around and realizes where he is. He shakes his head in disappointment. ZyBALDa puts his head down and starts walking down to the ring. The curtain opens up and ZyBALDa is met with two feet I. The back of his head and neck area. He falls face first into the desert sand. ~
Jones: It looks like O’Donnell isn’t waiting for the bell again.
Hood: Nope he just wants to hurt people and he enjoys it a lot.
~ CJ smiling from ear to ear as ZyBALDa lifts his face up and it is covered in sand. CJ kicks him square in the back of the head and then puts his right boot on the back of ZyBALDa’s head applying pressure so he is getting some more desert sand in his face. ZyBALDa is kicking away at the sand as CJ is laughing. ~
Jones: Has a man ever died from eating too much sand?
Hood: Don’t think so but it may help with ZyBALDa weight if he had a healthier diet.
Jones: He may not be in the best shape but come on he doesn’t deserve this. No man does.
Hood: You want to tell CJ that?
Jones: No I’ll pass.
Hood: Chicken.
~ CJ picks up ZyBALDa and throws him into the ring post. ZyBALDa is being held up by the post. O’Donnell takes five steps back and then gets a running start … ~
Hood: IRISH KNOWLEDGE INTO THE BACK OF ZYBALDA’S HEAD.
Jones: Did you hear the sound of ZyBALDa’s head hitting the post.
Hood: It sounded like a dinner bell.
~ ZyBALDa is out on his feet. O’Donnell slaps the back of the head of ZyBALDa a few times. CJ then pushes ZyBALDa underneath the bottom ropes. O’Donnell hopes up to the ring apron and takes a deep breath in. ~
Jones: Such arrogance by CJ.
Hood: Confidence Jones.
Jones: You need to get your eyes tested whenever we get off this island.
Hood: Tomato … Tomatoe … I see it my way and you see it yours.
~ CJ has now entered the ring and ZyBALDa is back on his feet. O’Donnell goes charging toward ZyBALDa and he covers up his face but CJ drops kicks at his right knee. Immediately ZyBALDa holds his right knee. CJ smells blood in the water and he grabs ZyBALDa’s right leg. He steps over and leans back as far as he can. ZyBALDa immediately taps the mat and Scruff calls for the bell. ~
Belvedere: The winner of this match via submission … “THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!
~ CJ still has the single legged crab locker in and ZyBALDa is still tapping on the mat. Scruff looks at CJ and looks at ZyBALDa screaming in agony. He walks over to the corner and doesn’t even tell CJ to break the hold. O’Donnell smirks and finally releases the hold. ZyBALDa holds his right knee and CJ gets on his left knee and kisses ZyBALDa’s bald spot before he decks him with a closed fist. ~
Jones: What is Scruff doing just standing in the corner?
Hood: He didn’t want to waste his breath. O’Donnell was gonna break the hold when he wanted to. So why bother?
Jones: Because he has a job to do.
Hood: And he did it. He called the match.
Jones: And what about after the match…
~CJ exits the ring. The Distinguished didn’t even break a sweat. He marches back to the beach with his chest puffed out like the alpha male that he is. Reaching the beach he marches past Welsh, eyeing the OCW owner. Welsh nods, taking stock of CJ’s aggression and focus. Meanwhile, back in the ring, some OCW crew help ZyBALDa out...he’s barely conscious, both of his arms wrapped around the necks of nameless employees~
Jones: I can’t feel any sympathy for ZyBALDa.
Hood: Dude’s bald. C’mon, he’s had it rough.
Jones: Zero sympy!
~Suddenly, the people on the beach pop as Zybala rushes down the wing ramp and greets ZyBALDa. He looks up, slowly...his mouth slowly starts to say “oh fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk” but before he can get it out, Zybala SUPERKICKS some of his precious hair off his head, sending him and the OCW employees crashing into the ocean! Zybala points and yells at ZyBALDa. Welsh laughs from the beach as a few employees behind him throw some superkicks of their own~
Jones: A Zybala SUPERKICK attack! He really hates ZyBALDa.
Hood: I guess we’re just gonna continue this bald harassment. We really need B.A.L.D. to return and save the hairless men from persecution.
Jones: I’m sure we’ll see B.A.L.D. again at some point in the future. In any event, CJ O’Donnell continues his dominance as he turns his focus toward a dangerous potentially deadly encounter with TIO at Technical Difficulties. The Buried Alive match.
Hood: Match of the night. I’m calling it.
~CYPHER is laying on the beach, his head in his hands while in front of him the waves of the ocean crash and roll, while the palm tree the gamer sits under provides adequate shade and protection from the relentless heat of the sun. Next to him is a frayed and somewhat dirty looking hoodie, and placed on top of it is a phone and a laptop, both off. Probably to save battery power, since none of the locals have had the decency to place an outlet or a phone charger anywhere~
CYPHER: Are we gonna die here? Are we just gonna waste our energy fighting until we get injured, and be stuck here until we run out of food?
~The Superior Design slowly brings his head up to focus on the horizon of the ocean, watching the deceptive tranquility for a while until his eyes focus and steel themselves~
CYPHER: No. I'm getting out of here. I have to!
~The camera pans up to the ocean, so we can watch the power of those waves, while also respecting that sailing off of this hellacious island will be difficult without a bunch of UPS packages bringing makeshift boat ingredients~
~When the camera next pans down, it's clear that CYPHER has been working on some sort of plan. Next to him in the sand, he's drawn some sort of instructions that are hard for us to read, but have clearly inspired him. In his lap is that laptop, now hooked up and attached to his phone, the two acting as some combined device. His eyes are wide in something resembling hope, as over his corner we see him type open up a browser...and it works! He types in 'Facebook'...it works! He's made some sort of connection. He's so excited he almost looks around for someone to tell, before quickly realizing he's surrounded by freaks who he kind of wants to kick to death. Still, he's excited to that he can message someone, and get some kind of help. Quickly he clicks under 'contacts', when...~
CYPHER: No no, wait, no what are you doing?! No!
~the camera pans back around so that we get a shot of CYPHER's face, and how it drops and turns to horror when clearly, something goes wrong. He's rapidly typing keys, trying to figure out how to save what's gone wrong...when he stops cold, his face shifting to one of wide-eyed, unblinking terror. He doesn't move even a muscle, and when the camera pans up slightly, we see why. Coming from the screen(now all black), a white hand has emerged to snatch the gamer's wrist tightly. The black of the screen somehow gets even darker, like liquid black ink, until strands of darkness are spilling out over the keyboard.~
~Wait. That's hair. CYPHER's wrestled someone with hair like this before.~
~Breathing can be heard from the other side, and the black of that screen seems to get closer and closer as the grip on his wrist gets so tight that 'The Superior Design' winces in pain and almost cries out in panic. Only then does he snap out of the terror paralysis, and he panics by leaping up to his feet and kicking the laptop violently away. It hurtles until it smashes against a particularly hard bit of sandy ground, breaking in two even as plastic keys go flying. CYPHER looks down at the imprinted hand bruise left on his wrist, and only then when he looks up does he realize what happened to his machine, to his one chance off this island. Surprise and fear, slowly turns into rage as his hands ball into fists.~
CYPHER: The...fuck...she! I was gonna get us! I could click...ohhhhhhh that fucking bitch!
~The pro gamer turned pro wrestler inhales deep through his nose, his face almost red by now~
CYPHER: You wanna play games with me? Ok. I like playing games. So let's fucking play, then.
Mark Storm (5-0) vs. Terry Gould (0-1)
~Terry Gould is in the ring staring out over the water thinking “This ain’t the kinda wrestling I remember.” Terry doesn’t get out much. But, he did get on that plane so, here he is. Anyway, Belvedere begins to yell from the beach, which is his nature, obviously~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Terry Gould!!!
~Terry gives a respectful wave to the employees and wrestlers on the bench. They don’t really respond. This guy is old and always talks about the old days and they are sick and tired of it.~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Short Change Hero by The Heavy blasts from the cell phone of THEMES producing Mark Storm. He makes his way to the ring for the second time this evening, having previously confronted Tamika after her victory over Whisper. Mark is focused...the clouds above rumble and move. He reaches the ring, hops onto the apron and enters~
Belvedere: From Brooklyn, New York...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 225lbs...he is Your Hero And Mine...he is...Mark Storm!!!
~Storm looks across the ring at Gould. Gould slaps both his shoulders, lowering his eyes, preparing for a good old fashioned grappling contest in a ring that’s floating over the ocean. The Knife Man yells from the beach “DING! DING!” and we’re underway!~
Jones: Mark Storm with another tune up here as he puts his undefeated record on the line THIS Sunday against another undefeated star, the Craze Champion, Tamika Strader.
Hood: Two undefeated wrestlers waging war for our lowest tiered belt. The roster is strong, Smith.
Jones: That it is, Good.
Hood: Weak.
~Gould walks forward, ready to GRAPPLE. But Storm has other ideas. He throws a violent kick into Gould’s chest, knocking the wind from his lungs. Storm jumps up, kneeing Gould in the chin. Gould drops to one knee, shaking his head, dazed. Storm hits the ropes, he bounces off and he CRACKS Gould in the head with Shoot to Kill (Bicycle Knee)!!! Gould falls back into the ropes, his arms stretched across the middle rope, keeping him from falling to the mat~
Jones: Quick, vicious, effective leg strikes from Strom. No doubt we’ll see those as he tries to defeat Tamika in six days.
Hood: Yep. A knee to the face will put anybody down.
~Storm snares Gould and pulls him up. This is all business. No time to waste. He hoists Gould onto his shoulders into an inverted Fireman’s Carry. He then tosses him over and cracks him in the face with a knee...Incursio! (Inverted GTS)!!!! Gould falls back into the ropes...he ricochets off and Storm takes him over with a Small Package. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The Knife Man yells “DING! DING!”~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...MARK STORM!!!!!
Jones: Mark Storm just made quick work of Terry Gould.
Hood: He’s focused. We’ve been saying it but it doesn’t not hurt repeating...Storm is finally living up to that potential. Is it enough to knock Tamika Strader off on Sunday? A lot of people think so.
Jones: The biggest test of Storm’s OCW career looms. Can he finally achieve championship success for the first time in his off-and-on 8 year OCW career or will the Strader family continue their dominance? We’ll find out on Sunday!
Sadie Ko (1-0) vs. Sugar Valentine (0-1)
~When we return to the action, we see that OCW's own Sugar Valentine has already made his way to the ring, slightly bopping and moving to his entrance theme("It's hard out here for a pimp!"), crooked cigarette hanging from his mouth while his stylish suit jacket looks less than impressive, after multiple weeks of hard island living with no dry cleaning or even any soap or detergent. But even considering those circumstances, he doesn't look half bad~
Hood: If we ever get off this island I swear to god. I am going to give Sugar all my money if he can hook me up like he used to.
Jones: ...*deep inhale*...
~Not exactly an environmentalist, Sugar flicks his mostly spent smoke out into the waters, rolling his neck as he grabs the lapells of his coat, and starts to pull it free. Well, it appears that was his first mistake because under the best lighting OCW can provide at the moment, it appears he's not alone. As he lifts his jacket up, as he looks over to his right he notices something on his right shoulder...a pair of ghostly white fingers, attached to a hand.~
Jones: *sharp exhale* Holy sh
Hood: What the fuck is that? Is that Lurch?!
~His eyes get wide and he starts immediately yelling and freaking out, hurriedly trying to rip that jacket off himself in a panic even as that ghostly white arm now comes out and wraps around his throat. At the same time, there is a shape underneath the clothing that makes it look like Sugar is walking around with a hunchback...that wasn't there before!~
Jones: No, I think we know who that is! Did you say Lurch?
Hood: You know who I meant! Sugar, get the fuck outta there, you need to live for my sake!
~It isn't long before the figure of Sadie spider-climbs out, Sugar eventually ripping the jacket away and throwing it aside before turning and trying to bolt out of the ring. Before he gets too far, he discovers that he's stuck. And the reason for that is because his wrist has been caught, by Sadie who is standing there, menacingly. Head drooped downward, black hair covering her face. Sugar tries to pull free of the spooky woman's grasp twice, but each time it's clear that he's very obviously caught in place. He can't run. He has to fight.~
Hood: Oh this is bad.
Jones: Yeah, I don't know what your gameplan could possibly be against a figure like this.
Hood: DID YOU JUST S- No, no, I just listened back, it was figure. Sorry, I'm just freaking out right now.
~The third time he pulls at his wrist, he seems to trick her because he gets his hand free at the same time that he throws it out in a very powerful backhanded slap. Sadie's head snaps back and hair goes flying dramatically, but she doesn't appear to be overly phased. Sugar doesn't have the time to wworry about that, because he's bringing that hand back around in a more traditional slap, the sound so hard it echoes across the water and trees. Then another backhand, then another slap. He's fighting the monster, and definitely making contact! Perhaps that gives him a bit of confidence, because he soon grabs the back of her head and runs her toward the corner so that he can do something. We never find out what~
Jones: Uhh what
Hood: She just
Jones: What?
~We don't actually see what happens, but the way she moves defies physics and at the last minute Sugar manages to run himself toward the corner, Sadie ramming his head into the top turnbuckle viciously, as if she was the one in control the entire time. OCW's former head of talent is as much dazed by the move as he is confused as to how he got here, but he doesn't have time to worry about that when he turns around, Sadie hits a throat thrust that backs him up into the turnbuckles, and lets Sadie take advantage with an open handed choke in the corner. Sugar is gripping her wrist with both of his hands trying to fight, but he's being throttled with nowhere to go even as the ref runs in to count~
Hood: This is smart on her part!
Scruff: 1! 2! 3! Break it up Sadie! 4!
Jones: Is she hear to wrestle, or just break people down?
~Finally the hold is released only for Sadie to immediately throw a kick into Sugar's midsection, followed by another throat thrust. She doesn't back up, instead just stands there with her hands at her sides as she watches her opponent try to recover. She makes no motion while Valentine looks around in a daze, and doesn't seem to react or respond when he immediately and sneakily tries to rush out of the corner with a lariat. It's a great idea from Sugar, but sadly for him, at the last minute he finds himself hugged around the waist by the ghost girl. One second later he's flipped overhead in a nothern lights suplex that plants him on the mat while both eyes stare upward in an expression of pain. More than that, it appears the air got knocked right out of him, as he tries to lift his head and move his hands. While he's doing that, Sadie is climbing the turnbuckles, and when she gets to the very top, she starts balancing on the top rope, walking out a ways. She looks over at Sugar, seeming to measure for a moment, before leaping off that rope in a heavy kneedrop that brings her right kneepad across his sternum and both collarbones. If Sugar was winded before, then his lungs are on fire now~
Hood: She just landed like a fucking meteor! This girl ain't graceful!
Jones: No but that was devastating as far as kneedrops go. And what balance to walk up there like that!
Hood: Yeah and kinda stupid. Those ropes roll once and she would have gone backwards into that river, into certain death and definitely a count-out loss!
~The ring is still shaking from impact as Sadie shifts around so that she's crouched over her opponent, her hands reaching up to find themselves around his head, her fingers burying themselves into his hair even as her thumbs press around his eyelids to keep them open, while she glares down at him. She isn't even pressing any of her bodyweight down on him, but as the referee counts, Sugar never makes an attempt to kick out, he's just staring into her eyes the entire time, scared to even breathe~
Scruff: One, two, three, that's it!
~Sadie stays crouched for a while, glaring down at her victim. She is so intently focused on him, that she doesn't notice the person who snuck into the ring until she starts to rise and straighten her back. She isn't ready for the heavy frame of CYPHER running in, hitting that patented Kinshasa of his right to the back of her skull~
Hood: That's called the 'Download Complete', and it looks like Sadie needs to reboot after that! Ha!
Jones: Tensions running high all over this island, and it looks like CYPHER has a score he wants to settle with Ms. Ko!
Hood: What, you're sure she's not married?
~Sadie after taking that knee to the back of her head has sprawled out facedown over Sugar who is kicking his feet trying to get out of this situation. And when Sadie pushes up and rises again with her hair dragging across Valentine's face, the man is rapidly turning his head trying to scream and breathe at the same time. Meanwhile, CYPHER has his back to that turnbuckle and is watching the ghost girl rising back up. The anger on his face is visible as he waits for the perfect moment before throwing out a picture perfect Superkick that drops Sadie to her back and causes her to roll more toward the middle of the ring~
Jones: Boom, Headshot! Or at least that's what CYPHER calls that maneuver.
Hood: Well she ain't a zombie, but her brains can get scrambled like anyone else it appears!
~Sadie isn't rising, but she is slightly moving and twitching, which is all the evidence CYPHER needs to finish the job. He grabs her wrist, and as he does so we can still see the bruises along his wrist, from when he was caught earlier. He notices it as well, inhaling deep through his nostrils as he uses his strength to pull the nearly unconscious woman up to her feet. Soon he has her hoisted up on his shoulders, and walks quickly in a circle before throwing her up, and pulling down on her arm so violently that her head snaps backward when he throws up a vicious knee strike. He hits the GTS to the point where Sadie looks like she's more than asleep. Not moving save for the twitching of fingers, she lies perfectly still as CYPHER grabs a microphone and breathes deeply and angrily into it~
CYPHER: U wanted to play games with me, Sadie? Yeah well Game Over, bitch. Every time I see u, ur getting stream sniped. Get ready.
~Angrily, CYPHER throws down the microphone and storms off. The cell phone camera follows his exit, though when it returns back to the ring, only Sugar is still in, sitting up in the turnbuckle and now coughing. Sadie, it appears, has vanished~
Jones: CYPHER is quickly becoming a force, Hood.
Hood: He hack you, too?
Jones: No comment.
Hood: Well you’re sure as shit not gonna hear me say anything bad about the guy.
Jones: I think we can all expect CYPHER to make an impact at Technical Difficulties and, most likely, in the opening match involving Sadie. And, as for the future...I definitely see him as a fixture in OCW.
Hood: Yea, dude totally hacked you.
Jones: As for Sadie...another impressive win by the most unique person on our roster. Now, she turns her focus to tonight’s Main Event.
Hood: Shit, is it Main Event time?
Jones: Just about
Hood: This show has FLOWN by...no plane pun intended.
Jones: It’s the week before a Pay Per View, Hood. People have their eyes on Sunday.
Hood: Truth. Calm before the storm.
~ The camera fades in and you see Alice Knight sitting on a log. She has a stick in her hand and is drawing stick people in the desert sand. CJ comes into the camera and places both his hands on her shoulders. It startles Alice a bit as she throws the stick up in the air and CJ catches it. ~
CJ O’Donnell: You have an ability in everything you do. So are you ready for tonight?
Alice: I thought I was… I mean, no. I am. I really am. I just need this win… and don’t feel like getting all wet in that ocean like some dying seal… are there seals on this island? I wish I was still hungry… huh? What about you? You ready for Zybalda AND The Incred- - … I mean, Mr. Bishop?
CJ O’Donnell: ZyBALDa was taken care of earlier. Let’s just say his right knee will never be the same again. As far as TIO or what I like to call him now The Common One he will be dealt with in a few days. No need to worry about me Alice. I haven’t seen any seals but you need to focus on you. Do not second guess yourself. Do not worry about who is in that ring with you. Do what you do best … be unique … be yourself and you will be walking out a winner just like I know you are.
Alice: CJ! Hello… hello?!?!?
~Alice gently ‘knocks’ on his head.~
Alice: Mike Zybala? BRIM-Rod? Kelson Who-ya-Ma-Call? Sadie Coo-Coo Brains? Easton Alexwho-der? Bob. Classic Bob. He’s good too. This is the top stars working in the Battle Royal. I mean, for those who don’t have anything going on, I mean. It’s not just a simple win for me, ya know?
CJ O’Donnell: You just said it yourself Alice, it's a battle royal. It’s all about strategy. You don’t have to pin anyone or make them submit. You have to outlast them inside the ring. You don’t get style points for taking risks. It’s not about how many people you eliminate either. All you have to do is outlast everyone. You are Alice Knight. No one is like you. You see things other people can’t even imagine. You are the Queen of OCW. You are not only an OCW legend but a Hall of Famer. Why are you doubting yourself? Give me one good reason…
Alice: Well… here’s the dealio. And while I love the topic of ME. Me winning has been hit or miss as of late? Sure me, ME, Me is a Hall of Famer, one of the most popular stars this company has ever had. I even held the main title… for a short time… but it happened. Still counts… it counts. It does. But I haven’t had that big win. That big chance in a long time. And believe it or not… I sometimes bomb under the pressure. Yeah… I know, right? And the fact is I think people still see as me this joke. But whatever… if I have to kill ten more Koala bears… um, er, um, chickens, to get to the top. I’ll do it. Or drown like a seal trying… they do drown, right?
CJ O’Donnell: Do you feel better now? Is it all out of your system?
~Alice goes to answer but CJ puts his right index finger on her lips. ~
CJ O’Donnell: Do not bite my finger again … ok? You left teeth marks last time. Forget about what people think about you. What matters is what you think of yourself. What you believe in yourself. If you picture it then it will happen. And newsflash Miss Knight since the day I stepped foot in this company it has always been about you. I saw you backstage. I made a comment about you. I took my chance. I was an unknown back then but that didn’t stop me. And while you were distant at first and had your guard up you didn’t listen to what other people said about me. You got your own opinion about me. So FOOK the people. You can do anything you put your mind to. You go into that ring with confidence. You be the Queen of OCW. You make them bow down to you and kiss the ring.
Alice: Hmmm. Anything? Like… first female president of the United States of America? Or… an astronaut and walk on Mars? Oh, or, or, or… a BEEKEEPER!?!?!?. Always wanted to do that.
CJ O’Donnell: If that’s what you want to do after you retire but I am the only one who is allowed to taste your sweet honey and I’ll have to be your security guard after you go into the White House. But right now you need to focus on the match at hand. If you need extra motivation then when you win the Battle Royal a massage will be your reward for your hard work tonight.
Alice: Mmm. Your hands are quite impressive. They always say the right things in the right places. Just like your eyes… nose… and mouth. Especially the mouth. You know what? I think I won’t drown tonight. I am a woman. I am the QUEEN of OCW! Seals aren’t queens. Seals don’t understand. They have a brain the size of a walnut. Me? I have a brain the size of a large bread bag of walnuts. You… you have me figured all out, huh? Know when to boost up my spirits. My king. My sweet, strong King. You will bury The Decent BUT NOT Incredible One at Technical Difficulties. And I will drown these fools for my Trans Atlantic Title match. Chance didn’t put us in this OCW dominance direction. We did. Man, I can almost smell the jealousy and envy of everyone else in OCW as we rule this place… kind of smells like burnt plane wreckage. But that may just be the island. Right?
CJ O’Donnell: No man has no woman all figured out. Just like in a wrestling match we have to adapt to every situation that comes forward. That’s how we stay ahead of everyone else. And you are right my Queen everyone will soon be very jealous of what we accomplish here. We will rise to the top and do whatever it takes. So I want you to drown as many seals as you have to. You are stronger than you know Alice. You are a woman who has been silent for too long. Tonight your voice will be heard. Alice Knight … Queen of OCW … your time to shine is now. Embrace it with open arms and later you will reap the rewards.
Alice: … I do like being rewarded. And I’ll take it with open arms. Just like you will do at Technical Difficulties when you put sand all over that Canadian trash bag.
CJ O’Donnell: You will be rewarded in more ways than one my Queen. Let’s not worry about him. We must first take care of business tonight and make sure you get back on top of your throne.
~Alice puts her index finger on CJ’s lips~
Alice: Our. Our thrones. And nibble on my finger all you want. My fingers can do magic also and… whoa!
~Suddenly a baby seal runs near them from the water. Alice begins licking her lips towards the seal but CJ gently moves her face back to his direction.~
CJ O’Donnell: Focus Alice … Take care of your business inside the ring … And that …
~CJ points to the baby seal.~
CJ O’Donnell: I’ll make sure will be another reward you get after you come back to me victorious.]
~Alice nods. And kisses CJ on his hand and stands up giving the baby seal a ‘I’ll See You Later’ kind of look as she clenches her fist getting ready for her match while CJ looks up at her knowing Alice is ready for the Battle Royal. CJ stands up himself as the camera fades out. ~
~We see closeup footage of a crocodile, not moving, tongue sticking out of its mouth, mouth hanging open as it lays on its side. It appears this one was a young mother, as evidenced by the clutch of eggs it was guarding. Every single one is cold and almost rotted looking already, save for one, wobbling and shaking. The shell cracks, and the snout of a tiny beast pushes out. But there is no life, the creature just falls, as dead as the rest of its family~
~The camera pans over to a pair of black booted feet, and as the camera pans up we see the grey mottled skin, the athletic bottoms and top that are a shade of white that's reminiscent of a medical gown. We see the paper wristband around the left wrist, the abs and musculature of the arms and shoulders. And coming up, we see the black hair hanging in the face of an angry looking Sadie Ko. Her eyes are glaring down at the crocodile family, unblinking as from the corners of her nose and lips, a dark brackish black liquid can be seen...is that blood? Is that what passes for blood in Sadie's veins?~
~When she watches the last breath exert from crocodilian lungs, then and only then does her focus shift. Her head snaps upward and she glances over to her left. Breathing heavily in rage, the ghostly woman shifts out of frame. And as the camera pans over, eventually we see off in the distance, the OCW arena as a tiny speck. It's clear where Sadie's next destination is~
~We cut back to the broadcast~
Jones: And fans, it's that time. A main event that will be remembered for years to come.
Hood: That big, eh?
Jones: Yuge. Two Hall of Famers. One likely Hall of Famer. The Savage Champion. And three of the strongest newcomers this place has seen in years. All in the ring, all trying to throw each other in the ocean...all trying to earn a title shot.
Hood: My dick can only get so erect. Let's do this!
Jones: To the ring!
Battlé Royalé
Mike Zybala (21-6) vs. BRIM (12-4) vs. Alice Knight (5-1) vs. Bob Grenier (6-5) vs. Kelson Hewitt (3-3) vs. Sadie Ko (2-0) vs. Easton Alexander (1-3)
~Our shot lingers on the ring, out over the water. It floats innocuously, seemingly so, anyway. Light waves crashed and running up underneath it, turning this squared circle of violence into a fun filled arena for water park patrons. Oh, if they only knew what awaits. Belvedere, standing on the beach, feeling kinda sea sick, decides to remain on solid ground to refrain from potentially hurling out some of the previous, rare food that found its way into his digestive system~
Belvedere: It is now time for our Main Event!!! This match is a Battlé Royalé with title shots on the line! If BRIM or Mike Zybala win this match, they will earn an OCW Title shot. If any of the remaining five competitors win this match, they will earn a TransAtlantic Title shot. In order to eliminate a competitor, they must go OVER the top rope and INTO the ocean. Introducing first…
~Maniac - Carpenter Brut begins to play from the amazingly functional cell phone. I mean this thing is really something. Is it an iPhone? Is it an Android? We’ll identify it with whatever company pays us the most money under the table. Easton Alexander approaches the pathway, walking across the plane’s wing toward the ring. He reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. Popping to his feet, he looks around, pacing from rope to rope, snarling, spitting, fired up and ready to avenge last week’s defeat~
Belvedere: From North Bay Ontario Canada...standing 6’1 and weighing in at 210lbs...he is the Canadian Dragon...he is...Easton Alexander!!!
Jones: Easton Alexander looks angry. He’s had a string of tough losses...but if he’s able to win tonight, he’ll go from bottom of the OCW pecking order to a prime title contender.
Hood: That’s the thing about this place. It’s tough as fuck. But, once you figure it out, once you get hot, you can make up for lost time quickly.
Jones: That is correct.
~Black Moth - Blackbirds Fall blasts out of the magic cell phone. A dark, ominous cloud forms overhead, blocking out the sunlight. Easton looks up like ‘wtf’. The entire ring area is swallowed by shade. A breeze glides off the water, unimpeded, bringing an unexpected chill. Easton shivers, rubbing his arms. From behind, we see a hand reach up, gripping the ring apron. It’s that unnaturally pale, bony, veiny arm belonging to OCW’s newest ‘creature’ – Sadie Ko. She pulls herself into the ring, her elbows raised at asymetrical levels that would cause most people disjointed pain. Easton spins around, sensing her presence. She’s standing in the ring, one eye peeking from behind her thick, wiry, wet black hair. He backs up against the ropes, experiencing PTSD from last week’s near neck break~
Belvedere: From Weston State Hospital, West Virginia...standing 6’1 and weighing in at 192lbs...Sadie Ko!
Jones: HOLY SMOKES
Hood: Easton’s a tough guy and I don’t think for a minute he FEARS Sadie. But I’ll be damned if he can’t still feel the pain she put him through last week.
Jones: Evidently.
~"Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns 'n' Roses rocks the island vibe, eviscerating that dark cloud and bringing the still vibing sun back out to play. YES THE SUN IS STILL SHINING. Kelson Hewitt marches down the winged entrance, looking up at the sun, which is more orange than yellow, dying out but not yet buried. He reaches the ring and hops onto the apron, gingerly, looking at Easton...then looking at Sadie. Slowly he enters, knowing either competitor could strike at any moment~
Belvedere: From Nashville, Tennessee...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 201lbs...he is the #1 Contender to the Savage Title...he is the Man of Steel...he is...Kelson Hewitt!!!!
Jones: And there he is...the man many people have pegged
Hood: PEGGED?!
Jones: Identified! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
Hood: Well, fuck, catch your phrasing next time, bud.
Jones: Many people have identified this man as the future of OCW. Kelson Hewitt has a big match set against BRIM in six days for the Savage Title. Tonight? Tonight he gets to face the man in this Battle Royal...an opportunity to, perhaps, get a leg up heading into their clash.
~Where The Hood At by DMX rocks the cell phone, bringing an urban mindset to this tropical setting. And, how apropos (for classic OCW) that this urban beat belongs to the Canadian farm boy, Bob Grenier. Bob emerges with a barrel containing fire. He tosses the barrel down on the beach and holds up an image of his six competitors, all pasted onto a sheet of paper...he tosses it into the barrel, burning their faces symbolizing that their chances of winning this match have officially GONE UP IN SMOKE~
Belvedere: From Timmins, Ontario, Canada...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs...he is a former OCW Champion, he is in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is Bob Grenier!!!
~Grenier makes his way across the wing of the plane. He marches around the ring, eyeing the three competitors. He slowly slides in under the rope, standing in a corner...Sadie is nearest him, continuing to keep her ‘eye’ on Easton as she remains motionless against the ropes, in between two corners, one empty, the other holding Bob~
Jones: Bob, like Easton, has had some hard times lately. But it can all be erased with victory here tonight. This man has history with several of the competitors in this match.
Hood: Including Alice...those two go WAYYYY back.
Jones: A history that began all the way back in 2014.
~New by No Doubt EJACULATES from the cell phone. CJ walks up, Alice leaning into him, clutching his arm. Is she totally in love? Is she sick from the shrooms? IS IT BOTH? Nobody knows. A crew member lets out a hoot...Alice breaks from CJ and she SLAPS the guy to the sand. CJ laughs. Alice marches toward the wing...she pauses, turns around and grabs CJ by the ears, bending him down and mauling his face~
Belvedere: From Bethel, New York...standing 5’8 and weighing in at 125lbs...she is a former OCW Champion...she is in the OCW Hall of Fame...she is Alice Knight!!!
~Alice finishes punching CJ’s tonsil with her tongue. She spins around and marches down the wing, staring at her opponents. She slides into the ring near Kelson, identifying him as the ‘weakest’ or ‘most vulnerable’ given his wounded state. She stands in the ring and leans against the ropes, looking over at Hewitt, narrowing her eyes, trying to look mean. CJ remains on the beach, clapping and cheering~
Jones: Alice is in love, Hood. She can’t keep her hands off CJ.
Hood: I hope CJ’s had her tested...weekly. No telling what type of diseases are running through that woman’s body. Probably some shit we don’t even have a name for yet.
Jones: I’m pretty sure she’d be ineligible for competition if she were that sick.
Hood: Haha, yea right, as though our drug testing were that stingent.
~“Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy is next to blast from the cellphone. Everybody on the beach gets tense. The mood shifts. BRIM appears from the burnt jungle looking big, looking fierce, looking ready for a fight. He marches down the beach and toward the wing. He pauses...people wonder if the wing can handle his weight. He steps onto it and...it handles it just fine! He heads for the ring with dangerous intent, eyeing the competitors, especially Kelson~
Belvedere: From Baltimore, Maryland...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 385lbs...he is the OCW Savage Champion...BRIM!!!!
~BRIM pauses at ringside, he points up at Kelson and says “IMMA BREAK YOU, BITCH” Kelson scoffs, doing his best to mask the physical pain he’s currently experiencing. BRIM marches up the steps and enters the ring...he keeps his eyes on Kelson as he backs up toward the center of the ring. He stands in the center of the ring as though he’s the king claiming his kingdom. The other competitors eye him...but neither really eager to jump the man...aside from Sadie, maybe. No telling what she’s thinking~
Jones: There is no other competitor in OCW that is quite like BRIM. He’s the schoolyard bully. OCW’s Kaiju. A force no wrestler is eager to face.
Hood: Yea, well, they’ve got no choice tonight. Plus, Kelson gets that dude one on one in, like, six days.
Jones: It’s gonna be a very trying week for The Man of Steel. But I’ve got no doubt he’s up for the task.
~Dreamweaver HITS! The dreamy, seductive, ethereal Mike Zybala walks up, patting Belvedere on the back. He looks at CJ and glares. CJ holds up a fist, threatening to punch Mike. Welsh steps up, getting in between the two. “Guys, let’s save this for PPV.” What a true promoter! Zybala turns and heads down the wing, throwing random SUPERKICKS~
Belvedere: From Buffalo, New York...standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is the man many deem destined to win the OCW Title...back from the future...he is...Mike Zybala!!!
Jones: Zybala back in action...or, well, legitimate action for the first time since returning from the future.
Hood: You saying his match last week wasn’t LEGIT competition?
Jones: Yes.
Hood: Okay. That’s fair.
Jones: I’m not sure what more there is to say...Mike is knocking on that door. That coveted door. That door that leads to OCW gold. The OCW Title remains barely out of reach. Tonight, he could get closer to finally taking what so many deem should already be his.
~Zybala nears the end of the wing walkway. He sees six fierce competitors in the ring, BRIM standing in the center. Zybala says ‘fuck it’ and charges forward, sliding into the ring!!! The Knife Man yells “DING DING!!!” Zybala rises and he goes after BRIM! BRIM fights back!! Easton runs in, joining the fight. So does Grenier!! Alice dives on top of them all, scratching and punching. Kelson leans back in his corner, not too eager to injure himself further. He closes his eyes, taking in the breeze when, suddenly, he feels an unnatural presence. Opening his eyes, he turns his head to find Sadie bearing down on him~
Jones: And we’re underway!! A brawl is going down in the center of the ring!
Hood: Yea, Kelson thought he could maybe play this smart and let the others tear themselves apart...but, nope. Sadie ain’t letting that happen.
Jones: She’s so...I don’t even know.
Hood: Fuh-hucking creepy.
~Kelson spins and throws a knife edged chop at Sadie, looking to strike first. But Sadie grabs onto his arm and jumps up, wrapping her legs around his other arm, pulling back, forcing his arms into a crucifix position. Kelson’s shoulders bend back, he grimaces. Back in the center of the ring, The brawl focuses mostly on BRIM, sending the Savage Champion stumbling into a corner. Bob and Easton pummel away on BRIM’s head while Zybala and Alice kick BRIM in the midsection. Zybala turns to Alice and makes a comment about how nice it is to work together. She spins around and kicks him right in the balls!!! Zybala doubles over and hits the mat~
Jones: This isn’t the Alice we’re used to seeing, Hood. OUR Alice would have high fived Zybala.
Hood: I didn’t know Alice became such a humanitarian. People are worried about Global Warming, saving the trees...all that shit. Meanwhile, Alice is over here making a real difference, eliminating Zybala’s ability to procreate.
Jones: Apparently she was president of the United States in the future where Zybala was trapped.
Hood: I mean, she may not be as intolerable as before...but, still, I shudder at the thought of Alice being in charge of a 5th grade Bingo game let alone an entire country.
~Easton lays into BRIM with a right hand. Grenier shoves Easton aside, hitting BRIM with a right hand of his own. Easton takes exception to Grenier’s shove and shoves him back. The two start to have words. Alice turns her focus back toward the group. BRIM rises up, taking advantage of the reprieve, and he powers forward with both arms shoving Easton, Grenier, and Alice away and to the mat. BRIM’s eyes locate Kelson across the ring, having his arms pulled back by Sadie. BRIM charges forward...he leans into the air for a huge splash. But Kelson dives forward, slamming Sadie into the mat as he flips over, landing on his feet. He spins around, facing BRIM, who is greeted by the turnbuckles. BRIM stumbles back...Kelson rushes forward, he steps on Sadie and leaps up, driving a knee into the back of BRIM’s head!!! BRIM’s body thrusts forward, his face slamming into the top turnbuckle. Kelson drops to the mat as BRIM stumbles back and falls over him, hitting the mat!! The ring shakes...it vibrates over the water, proving to be less stable than what everyone is used to. Kelson uses the ropes to return to his feet~
Jones: Kelson just flipped a switch, Hood! BRIM was charging in there to squash him, along with Sadie, and he went into survival mode.
Hood: No shit. He’s giving BRIM a taste of what he’ll have to face on Sunday. If BRIM didn’t know it by now, he needs to take Kelson as seriously as he’s taken any challenger thus far.
~Alice is back on her feet...she screams and charges at Kelson, looking to clothesline him the top rope. He ducks. As he does, Easton is on his feet and he spins around with a roaring elbow that Kelson dodges. Bob is behind Easton, he throws a boot at Kelson’s head, Kelson ducks that before reaching the ropes and clotheslining Zybala over the top rope and to the apron!! Everybody on the beach gasps. Zybala hits the apron and holds onto the bottom rope for dear life. Kelson shoves his foot into Zybala, trying to kick him off the apron. Bob turns around and grabs Kelson from behind...Kelson throws an elbow knocking Bob back. He turns, facing Grenier. Easton stands next to Grenier...Kelson runs forward and takes them both down with a double clothesline!! Alice runs at him and jumps up with a Thesz Press...but Kelson catches her and he drills her into the mat with a Spinebuster!!! CJ starts to walk toward the wing path but Welsh extends his arm, stopping him. CJ holds steady, for the moment. Kelson pops back up...Zybala is behind him...Zybala rushes forward with a superkick, but Kelson spins around, dodging the kick and grabbing Zybala by the head, dropping him with a Neckbreaker!!! Kelson pops back to his feet, feeling the rush~
Jones: Nobody can get a clear shot on Kelson! He’s dealing damage left and right...he looks dominant!
Hood: This could be his moment, Jones.
~He stops and turns, facing BRIM, who is on his feet, holding his head. Kelson heads for his target. But, before he can reach him, Sadie clings to his back!! She applies an abdominal stretch!! Kelson’s eyes widen. He watched last week’s triple threat...he saw Easton’s life nearly ended. He tries to fight her off, but her strength is otherworldly. As he’s doing so, BRIM eyes Kelson and he heads his way. He bends over and hoists Kelson onto his back in a Fireman’s Carry!! Sadie is still on Kelson’s back, readjusting. BRIM stumbles a bit, under the weight...but his legs find balance. He charges for the ropes and tosses them over!!! They both land on the apron, hard. The ring tilts that way, sloshing atop the water. Sadie’s hand reaches in, digging into the mat and pulling herself to safety~
Jones: BRIM tried a two for one elimination but was unable to get it done.
Hood: Yea, Sadie’s back in the ring. But Kelson is on that apron...not the greatest spot.
Jones: Especially when a near four hundred pound beast is staring you down.
~Kelson hurriedly pulls himself to his feet, on the apron. BRIM slugs him in the face. Kelson leans back, but he maintains his grip. He fires a punch back of his own, stunning BRIM. Kelson lifts his leg up to enter...but BRIM jumps up and stomps his feet into the mat, sending the ring tilting in connection with the weight!!! Kelson loses his balance on the apron, standing on one leg...he nearly falls off...his right hand holding onto the top rope...BRIM charges forward and throws his body into the ropes!!! Kelson loses his grip and he flies off the apron and into the ocean!!! SPLASH!!! The people on the beach look on in shock~
Jones: I can’t believe it. First one out!
Hood: Eliminated by BRIM.
Jones: It’s gonna be a long 6 days for Kelson as he, I’m sure, looks forward to getting some revenge.
~Kelson slaps at the water, frustrated. He stares up at BRIM who looks back down on him from the ring, the orange sun in the background, almost making BRIM look like a silhouette save for the angry eyes glaring down. The waves slap Kelson in the face. He spits some of the salt water out before freestyling his way back to the beach. BRIM is hammered from behind by Grenier...a double axe handle to the head. Greiner spins BRIM around and boots him in the gut. Easton joins him...the look at one another...a temporary pact agreed upon. He grab BRIM by the head, lift him up and toss him into the center of the ring with a Double Suplex!!! BRIM hits hard, arching his back in pain~
Jones: Can’t take your attention off the action...not when there are 5 other world class wrestlers behind you.
Hood: You think that Grenier/Easton union is gonna last very long?
Jones: I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst strategy.
Hood: I give it another five seconds...five, four, three, two, and…
~Back on their feet, Grenier turns to Easton and rakes him across the eyes. Hood is heard laughing from the beach. Easton doubles over, Grenier drives an elbow into the back of his neck. He brings Easton in for a suplex. But, before he can, he’s drilled in the face via a SUPERKICK!!! from Zybala!! Grenier flies backward, through the ropes and onto the apron!! Zybala hurries over, kicking at Grenier, trying to knock him off the apron. Easton comes up from behind, hooking Zybala around the waist and tossing him onto his head with a Release German Suplex!!! Zybala hits the mat hard and rolls toward the ropes where he holds onto the bottom rope while recovering. Easton spins around, getting back to his feet. Alice waves at him...he furrows his brow. Alice then pokes him in the eye with her thumb!! Easton stumbles into a corner. Alice charges in with a splash!! She lands on the second rope and starts to punch Easton in the face~
Jones: Is this the version of Alice that is going to reclaim the OCW Title? She seems more focused, more vicious than I can remember.
Hood: It doesn’t take much for her to be more focused. She was literally the least focused human being alive previously.
Jones: And yet, she somehow won the OCW Title.
Hood: The Dark Ages.
~BRIM returns to his feet, center of the ring, holding his back. Alice finishes punching Easton and she leans in to bite him, but Easton isn’t having it...he shoves her off and she flies into BRIM’s arms. BRIM holds her in his arms for a split second before tossing her up onto his shoulders and driving her into the mat with a Samoan Drop!! BRIM sits up and immediately gets smacked in the face with a running kick from Easton. Easton grabs Zybala by his thick hair and yanks him up, proving that he isn’t ZyBALDa in disguise. Grenier is on the apron, standing, about to re-enter. Easton irish whips Zybala into Grenier!! Grenier nearly flies off the apron and into the ocean...but he holds onto the top rope. Zybala tries to regain his focus. Easton measures them up and prepares to charge...but before he can, Sadie takes him from behind and applies her abdominal stretch of DEATH~
Jones: Sadie’s got Easton!
Hood: Ah shit, here we go again.
Jones: This time there is no ref to save him.
~Zybala turns toward Easton, who’s getting his body twisted all to hell by Sadie. He rushes forward and he BLASTS Easton in the face with a SUPERKICK!! He tumbles backward, over the ropes, onto the apron. Sadie detaches as he hits the apron, crawling away and into a corner. Easton holds his jaw, reaching for the middle rope. Zybala measures him up for another, waiting...and waiting...and waiting...Easton pulls himself up, using the ropes, standing on the apron. Zybala starts to move, but Grenier grabs him from behind, spins him around, kicks him in the gut and takes him down with a DDT! Alice, meanwhile, returns to her feet, shoving BRIM off her. She sees Easton on his feet, leaning over the top rope. She rushes forward, she leaps up, grabs him by the head, spins around and drops him with an APACHE on the edge of the apron!!! Easton flips over and SPLASHES into the ocean!!!! Alice sticks her legs out, under the bottom rope, the tops of her toes hanging on as the rest of her body dangles over the apron~
Jones: Alice Knight with an amazing move to eliminate Easton...but she’s in bad shape now.
Hood: Easton couldn’t get anything going, man. That fuckin corpse Sadie was all over him.
Jones: Well, he’ll have an opportunity to pay her back this Sunday at Technical Difficulties in the Process of Elimination Match.
~Grenier sees Alice’s toes hooked under the bottom rope. He crawls over, eager to eliminate this horrible woman (in his mind). He grabs onto her feet and works hard to remove their grip...he reaches up and brings his forearm down as hard as he can onto the tops of her feet...and they are dislodged!!! She falls!!! Grenier throws his arm in the air, he yells, “YES!!!”~
Jones: Grenier celebrating the first victory he’s been able to achieve over Alice!
Hood: I didn’t hear a splash.
~Alice rises behind him, fishhooking him by the mouth and yanking him through the ropes onto the apron! We get an alternate view (SOMEHOW) and Alice is standing on the very skinny edge surrounding the ring, made up of part of the plane. She hops onto the apron to join Bob. She pulls him up from behind, maintaining her paralyzing grip of his mouth. She then leans forward with a headbutt into the back of his head, sending him stumbling forward into the ring post. He leans to the side, his hand hanging onto the top rope~
Jones: Alice survived!
Hood: Gert derm it! Bob can’t beat this woman! It’s fucking infuriating!
Jones: Bob’s reeling, no doubt about it. He needs some help, fast.
~CJ claps and cheers from the beach. Alice runs up and grabs Bob by the back of the head, preparing to ram his face into the steel post. Grenier, sensing a splash, tosses a desperate elbow into Alice’s midsection. She staggers back. He turns around with anger in his eyes. BRIM sees the two battling on the apron. He’s back on his feet and he runs forward to knock them off...but Grenier steps up and slaps him in the face with a step up kick! BRIM staggers back. Bob stands back on the apron and he receives a kick to the gut. Alice brings him in for THE APACHE~
Jones: Another Apache! This time eliminating Bob!
Hood: Oh man, he’s gonna be so chapped if she eliminates him.
Jones: Sometimes you run into a competitor you just can’t beat.
~Bob slugs her in the ribs...he grabs her by the head...she’s still got his head...he then performs a Swinging Neck Breaker taking them both through the ropes and back into the ring! Alice holds the back of her head in pain, rolling around. Bob sits up but, as he does, BRIM’s giant hands wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him off of the mat and into the air. Grenier kicks his legs around, trying to break free. Sadie appears, jumping BRIM from behind and attempting to lock in her Abdominal Stretch!! BRIM’s distracted, trying to fight her off. Bob gets free and he kicks BRIM in the lower abdomen...BRIM doubles over. Sadie looks up at Bob. She leaps off BRIM’s back and onto Grenier, forcing him into a corner. His back slams into the buckles. Sadie measures him up and she hits him with a couple of forearm shots that make him woozy. She then delivers a throat thrust...Grenier coughs, his eyes locked on Sadie...they seem to be asking the question everyone else is, ‘what the fuck is this?’ Sadie lunges forward, choking Bob~
Jones: I don’t think we’ve ever seen a competitor as unique as Sadie Ko.
Hood: Sadie Ko...more like Sadie K.O. if she keeps choking people.
Jones: Yes, it is nice to see her do more moves than the abdominal stretch in this match.
Hood: I was beginning to think the person in charge only knew of ONE move in her repertoire.
Jones: Good thing we have those easily accessible roster bio pages.
Hood: Classic OCW, baby!
~BRIM recovers, holding his lower abdomen (junk, probably). He sees Sadie choking Bob and wants none of it. Alice sits up, looking over...she, too, thinks better of interrupting Sadie’s destruction of OCW royalty. Zybala, however, he sees what’s going on and he just can’t help himself. He hurries that way. Zybala throws a SUPERKICK into the back of Sadie’s head!!! He pauses, waiting for her to fall over...but, she turns around and lunges at Zybala, hooking him and tossing him over with a Snap Suplex into the corner and onto Bob! The two OCW warriors collapse to the mat, piled on top of each other. Sadie flips over and gets to all fours, tilting her head, staring at the both of them~
Jones: Well, so much for that. Sadie just tossed Zybala into Grenier.
Hood: She took a SUPERKICK to the back of the head and didn’t flinch. Fucksake!
Jones: She’s putting everybody on notice.
~BRIM looks over at Alice, who has returned to her feet. Staying away from Sadie, the two are on the opposite side of the ring. Alice looks back at BRIM...should they fight? Is someone gonna attack? They keep an eye on each other with neither making the first move~
Jones: I think both BRIM and Alice wanna catch their breath without risking a sneak attack from the other.
Hood: We’ve got ourselves an Island Standoff.
~Zybala looks up and sees Sadie staring right at them. “HOLY SHIT!” he yells, scrambling to his feet. Sadie rises, just as quickly. Zybala tries to throw another SUPERKICK, but she blocks it. Grenier pulls himself up. He coughs and spits on the mat, rubbing his throat. Sadie blasts Zybala in the throat, sending his body into Bob, smashing him in the corner. Zybala stumbles forward, Sadie scoops him up and plants him on the mat. She grabs Bob and throws him out of the corner where he tumbles to the mat. She crawls up the corner and stands tall...she tightrope walks the top rope and looks down at Zybala. She leaps off for a knee...but Bob catches her with an uppercut as she’s coming down!!! Sadie’s body flies back, violently into the ropes...she falls over the top and lands on the apron. Bob slaps at Zybala, trying to get him up...he sees an opportunity to eliminate Sadie~
Jones: Grenier with a superhero like uppercut!
Hood: It might take a superheroic effort to beat Sadie Ko.
Jones: That it might.
~The two OCW stars rise to their feet. Sadie gets on all fours before rising to her feet, on the apron. Mike and Bob rush forward, working in unison. They reach forward with a double clothesline to send Sadie into the ocean...but she pulls down on the top rope and spins off the apron, disappearing under the ring. Zybala and Grenier fly over the ropes and onto the apron, seated, legs hanging over the edge. Both pull their legs up quickly, scared Sadie might grab them. They rise, standing on the apron. Zybala starts to enter, but Bob pulls him back, wanting to enter first. Zybala stops him...the two start to brawl. Zybala throws a SUPERKICK!!! But Bob ducks!!! Zybala turns around and Bob kicks him in the gut and hooks him for Hollinger Park Hangman!!! But Zybala wiggles free!! He lands behind Bob! Bob turns around and he gets hit with a SUPERKICK!!!! Bob falls off the apron and into the ocean with a huge splash!!! The OCW employees gasp~
Jones: And there goes Bob. A strong effort but, unfortunately, another one that comes up just short.
Hood: There was a lot going on in there. It’s tough to win a match featuring this amount of talent.
Jones: He’ll now turn his focus toward Sunday where he’ll have a chance to earn a Craze Title shot.
~Bob looks up at the ring...the dark orange sun nearing the horizon, painting a picturesque image on our screens. He sees Zybala’s silhouette on the apron. He slaps at the water then turns his head, eyeing his bag of weed on the beach. He swims that way, eager to smoke away the pain. Zybala re-enters. BRIM heads his way...as does Alice. He puts his arms up saying, “STOP!” For some reason, they do. He says, “We’ve got to eliminate...that thing. That creature.” Alice and BRIM think on this for a moment~
Jones: Zybala is trying to form a task force. A task force to eliminate Sadie Ko.
Hood: I mean, that’s smart. Which is kinda shocking considering it came from Zybala’s brain.
~BRIM, having experienced Sadie’s freakish strength, is inclined to agree. But Alice and her new EDGE, is not. She boots Zybala in the gut before nailing BRIM in the side of the head with an elbow. She moves to take Mike to the mat with an Apache when she sees Sadie staring at her from the top buckle. Alice stumbles back, frightened by the sight. Within seconds, Sadie is bearing down on her, scaring her into a corner. Alice takes her two fingers and makes a ‘cross’ sign, hoping that might be enough to protect. But, it’s not. Sadie slaps her hands down. BRIM comes charging up with a double axe handle to the back of Sadie’s head. She spins around and grabs BRIM by the throat. His eyes widen with a ‘holy shit’ expression. She gets him down to one knee. When he drops, Zybala flies in with a forearm, smacking Sadie in the head. She stumbles back, next to Alice...both women standing near the corner. Mike helps BRIM to his feet, “SEE?” he pleads~
Jones: I think BRIM is sold. I’m not sure about Alice, though.
Hood: Alice is fucking crazy. She probably thinks Sadie is just some innocent girl that needs a shower and some sun.
Jones: I’m just glad Sadie hasn’t shoved her arm down anybody’s throat. Poor Who’Re.
Hood: Trust me, if anybody can handle an arm down the throat it’s the whore.
~BRIM and Zybala look at Alice standing next to Sadie and they wave her over. “Come on! Get over here!” Alice, however, elbows Sadie and is like, “Girl power, right? Let’s do this.” Sadie turns and rakes Alice across the face!! Alice screams. Sadie snares Alice’s arm and tries to apply her Abdominal Stretch. BRIM looks down at Zybala, “Should we save her ass?” Zybala, “Sadie or Alice? Who do you wanna face?” BRIM nods, “When you gotta point, you gotta point.” They run forward and work to pull Sadie off of Alice’s back~
Jones: Oh, poor Alice.
Hood: I hope Sadie kills that bitch.
Jones: HOOD! CJ is right there.
Hood: Oh shit, umm, I mean...Alice is so awesome.
~CJ eyes Hood, suspiciously. Hood gives him a thumb up. Back to the match, Sadie detaches from Alice and starts crawling across BRIM’s massive back. Zybala throws Alice aside and he delivers a SUPERKICK to Sadie’s face, sending her off of BRIM’s back and over the ropes, off the apron!! Zybala and BRIM rush to the ropes...Alice crawls over...all three looking hopeful that she’s in the ocean. But, she’s not...she’s standing on that thin edge, staring up at them~
Jones: Oh boy.
Hood: Might be time to call it a night, guys. Just let her...it...that...whatever, just let em have the victory.
~The trio prepare for Sadie to re-enter. Alice rises, holding onto the ropes. Suddenly, a body flies out of the water, grabbing onto Sadie (not unlike zombie Jason) and pulls her into the ocean!!!! Her body disappears into the water. The grabber pops up and it’s EASTON ALEXANDER! He throws his arm up and yells, “Yea! Take that, bitch!”~
Jones: Sadie got pulled into the ocean by Easton Alexander. I guess...I guess that’s a legal elimination.
Hood: Apparently so. We never saw Easton swim back...he was just waiting. Hell hath no fury like an Alexander scorned.
Jones: He’s got his revenge...but at what cost? He’s going to see her again on Sunday.
~Easton looks around for Sadie...but she’s gone. He stares up at the trio still in the match, asking where she went. They don’t fuckin know. Suddenly, something pulls Easton underwater. He’s under for a good five seconds before he resurfaces. He splashes around like, ‘WTF was that?’ He quickly turns and swims as fast as he can toward shore. Sadie remains missing...no sight of her~
Jones: Was that Sadie that pulled him under the water?
Hood: I don’t know...but whatever it was...it was enough to end his scuba session.
Jones: Yep. He’s not spending anymore time in that water.
Hood: And no idea where Sadie went. Which, ya know, for me is par for the course at this point.
Jones: It took three wrestlers and Easton cheating to eliminate her from this match. Best of luck to whoever has to face her moving forward.
~Easton reaches the beach and we overhear him yelling, “She fuckin pulled me underwater and disappeared? Where the fuck is she?!” Nobody has an answer to that question. Inside the ring, BRIM looks at Zybala. They turn and stare at Alice, mad she wouldn’t go along with their plan. Alice puts her hands up, “Guys! Boys! Gentlemen!” They aren’t having it. They boot her in the gut, doubling the former champion over. BRIM brings her in….he lifts her up and he drills Alice into the mat with a powerbomb!!! Zybala runs into the ropes, he bounces off...he dives, flips over, returns to his feet, jumps up and hits Alice with ROLLING THUNDER!!! The people on the beach cheer...until CJ glares at them all. They then shut their mouths~
Jones: And we’re down to three, Hood.
Hood: You know Outcast is watching this with great interest. Two of the final three are eligible to earn an OCW Title shot by winning this match.
Jones: Yep, if Zybala or BRIM win, they will be next up for whoever leaves Technical Difficulties as OCW Champion.
~Zybala pops back to his feet, excited. He turns around to go back after Alice but gets scooped off the mat by BRIM and tossed over the Savage Champion’s shoulder. BRIM runs for the nearest corner and he launches Zybala into the top buckle with Snake Eyes!!! Zybala’s face slams into the buckle! He stumbles back, BRIM jumps forward and SLAMS his foot into the back of Zybala’s head with a Yakuza Kick!!! Zybala’s body shoots forward, his face smacking into the mat. He’s down...BRIM stands over him~
Jones: Zybala might have a concussion after that! What an impact to the back of the head!
Hood: BRIM’s standing tall. Only two wrestlers left to oppose him. I’d call him the favorite right now.
Jones: And both of those opponents are on the mat. The favorite, indeed.
~BRIM bends down to pick up Zybala...but he’s stunned via a LOW BLOW by Alice!!! Alice rises behind BRIM and she reaches out, snaring him by his hair and turning the doubled over monster to where he’s facing her. She knees him in the face, sending BRIM stumbling into the ropes...he ricochets off the ropes, toward Alice...Alice leaps up and hits him in the face with a spinning heel kick!!!! BRIM tumbles back into the ropes...again he bounces off them. Alice takes off, she hits the ropes, bounces off and launches her body at BRIM with a dropkick!!! BRIM flies back into the ropes, falling through them and onto the apron. Alice rises, looking at BRIM, eager to eliminate the biggest (LITERALLY) threat remaining in the match~
Jones: Alice has the Savage Champion on the apron! If she eliminates him it’ll be down to Alice and Zybala!
Hood: Ay dios mio
~BRIM doesn’t stay down long, struggling to his feet. The ring tilts in his direction...all that weight on one extreme side. Alice leans against it...taking off and hitting the ropes, she runs downhill and leaps at BRIM...but BRIM catches her!! He holds her up with both hands, high. Alice rakes her hand across his face, stunning the big man. He loses his grip...she lands on the top rope and springboards back with a moonsault, landing on her feet. She runs forward and smacks BRIM in the head with a knee. He leans back, holding onto the top rope...the entire ring leaning that way. Alice takes a few steps back...in the background Zybala watches on, leaning in a corner, holding on, catching his breath. Alice charges in and she smacks BRIM with another knee!!! This time, BRIM leans forward, over the top rope...almost out on his feet. Alice steps back, sizing him up for one more blow~
Jones: One more might send the big man crashing into the ocean!
Hood: Man if she eliminates BRIM I might eliminate myself...from existence.
Jones: Now Hood. Now’s not the time for that type of talk.
~She runs forward and dives at BRIM’s midsection...but the big man surprises, as he usually does, and he dives over the top rope, back into the ring!! Alice’s body flies through the ropes she takes a header into the skinny surface surrounding the ring, but she thrusts her arms out to prevent a major impact. He feet manage to catch the bottom rope, slowing her momentum down enough so she can balance on her hands and do a handstand~
Jones: Alice caught herself using her hands!
Hood: All that time with CJ has really strengthened her grip.
Jones: Uh, gross.
~Zybala looks across the ring and sees Alice’s legs sticking in the air. They lean back and forth. He sees an opportunity to get rid of her...he rushes over, but BRIM pops to his feet, grabs Zybala by the throat, lifts him up and SLAMS him to the mat with a chokeslam!!! Alice walks over to the nearest ringpost using her hands and she leans back, wrapping her legs around the post before sitting up and hugging the post with her hands...soon, she climbs atop the post and is standing on the top buckle. BRIM turns around...Alice leaps off, grabs him and drops him with THE APACHE!!! Everybody on the beach cheers, impressed by the athleticism and balance! CJ yells out, “YEA! LET’S FOOKIN GO!”~
Jones: Wow! Tremendous balance and strength by Alice. Her legs wrapped around that pole with impressive strength!
Hood: Again, banging err hanging with CJ is paying off.
~Alice pops back to her feet. Zybala is on all fours, coughing. She grabs a handful of his THICK, BEAUTIFUL hair and drags him toward the ropes. She pulls him up and tries to lift him over the top rope...but Mike stomps on her foot. Alice jumps back, reaching for her foot in pain. Mike throws a SUPERKICK at Alice...she ducks and hits the ropes...she jumps onto the ropes and springboards off with a reverse cross body...but Mike turns around and catches her!!! He tosses her over his shoulder and runs toward the ropes...he tries to dump her over the top rope, but she slides down his back!!! Mike hits the ropes...Alice comes up from behind and grabs his legs, she lifts him up~
Jones: Alice has Mike up! She’s about to dump him out of the ring!
Hood: I mean, I won’t like it. But I won’t hate it.
~Mike is going over...but he gets his legs around her head, wrapping them tight...as he goes over, he brings her along! He hits the mat and yanks Alice over the top rope with his legs...she falls, bumping off his body and into the ocean!!! SPLASH!!! CJ starts to rush to the ring when he sees what’s happening, but he can’t get there in time~
Jones: Ugh! That’s tough. She was flying high but Zybala managed to not only survive, but thrive by eliminating the former champion.
Hood: Whew. Okay. Now we just need BRIM to eliminate Mike and this match will have been productive.
Jones: I think you’re in the minority there, Hood. But, I will say...Alice looked as good as I can remember seeing her in YEARS.
Hood: I’m not a fan. But, yea, she certainly looked more like main event Alice than ‘just having a HOOT’ Alice. If she brings this intensity every match...as much as I hate to say it, she’ll be in the Main Event scene very, very soon.
~Zybala rolls back into the ring. Alice swims to the wing walkway and CJ is standing there...he helps her up. She’s furious. She points at Zybala, screaming. CJ is like, “You want me to go down there?” Alice drops to her knees, slapping at the wing...very, very angry. Zybala looks back at them like ‘calm down’. CJ marches for the ring~
Jones: Alice is irate. CJ’s heading to the ring!
Hood: CJ and Zybala! Let’s fuckin do this. Destroy him, CJ!
Jones: An OCW Title shot hangs in the balance. Now is not the time to mess with Mike! Let the man do this thing! C’mon!
~CJ hops onto the apron. He points, yelling at Mike. Mike walks over, he’s not gonna back down from CJ. The two alphas get in each other’s face. Suddenly, BRIM pummels Mike from behind! He hooks Mike around the waist, lifts him up and drops him with a German Suplex. BRIM pops back to his feet with the agility of a man half his size. He stares at CJ. CJ hops off the apron and points at BRIM, saying, “No beef with you, big guy. Finish the job.” He backs up to Alice, who is on her feet...she screams toward the ring once more before CJ can turn her around and get her back to the beach~
Jones: CJ, like pretty much everyone else alive, wanted no part of BRIM.
Hood: He’s got to try and bury a man in about 6 days. He doesn’t need to go to war with BRIM. BRIM’s like the size of five Zybalas.
~BRIM turns around, going after Zybala. He can sense victory. The employees on the beach all chant for Zybala. “ZYBALA! ZYBALA!” It’s clear who they’re pulling for. All the fans at home are on the edge of their seats, pulling SO HARD for Zybala to win this. BRIM pulls him off the mat...but Zybala shoves him back!! Zybala fires off a SUPERKICK!!! BRIM leans back on his heels. Zybala takes another step back...we get a shot of the two men in the ring with the sun setting over the horizon...a mixture of colors in the sky...the two warriors merely silhouettes against the light. Zybala’s silhouette fires forward with a HUUUUUUGE SUPERKICK! Into BRIM’s face!!! BRIM stumbles back, falling THROUGH the ropes...not OVER them. He lands on the apron~
Jones: BRIM’s out and he’s on the apron...but he didn’t go OVER the ropes.
Hood: Yea and now you’ve got nearly 400lbs of deadweight on that apron. How’s Zybala gonna move that back INTO the ring and then OVER the top rope?
Jones: If anybody can figure it out, it’s Mike.
Hood: Gonna take more than his imagination.
~Zybala crawls forward, our view returning to it’s close up. He drags BRIM back into the ring...he pulls and pulls, the sweat covering his body from the Island humidity. He stands, BRIM in the ring. Mike doubles over, gasping for air...he’s exhausted. He pulls BRIM up but BRIM shoves him off and delivers a HUGE headbutt!!! Zybala stumbles around, dropping to one knee. BRIM then SMACKS Zybala with a superkick of his own, sending the OCW star to the mat. BRIM leans in a corner, taking a moment to catch his breath~
Jones: It’s been a long match. Adrenaline is giving way to exhaustion. But, one of these men will claim an OCW Title shot.
Hood: If it’s Zybala, we’re all gonna find out that Poblano was right.
Jones: I don’t think so, Hood.
~Mike slaps the mat with his hands, rolling over and pushing himself up, through the pain and exhaustion. BRIM rises from the corner. Mike gets back to one knee...BRIM waits. Mike stands...BRIM charges...Mike leapfrogs the big man! BRIM stumbles into the ropes. He turns around...Mike throws a SUPERKICK!! BRIM dodges! Mike’s leg gets hung up on the top rope!!! BRIM rushes in...he picks Mike up and tosses him over the top rope!!! But Mike hands onto the top rope, landing on the apron. He grabs BRIM by the head and hops off the apron and onto the platform surrounding the ring, raking BRIM’s throat across the top rope!!! BRIM falls to the mat. Mike, standing on the platform SLIPS...everybody gasps. He nearly falls into the oceans...waves rushing up, hitting his legs. He hops back onto the apron and throws his arms in the air~
Jones: And he’s OK!
Hood: Slipping into the ocean at that point would have been the most Zybala thing ever.
Jones: Well, he didn’t fall into the ocean. And, instead, he’s back on the apron and he’s got a shot to take BRIM out.
~Zybala heads for the nearest corner with BRIM down on the mat. He quickly climbs and stares down at BRIM. Suddenly, BRIM kips up!! Everybody on the beach staggers back, stunned. BRIM charges at Zybala...Zybala is frozen, stunned by the big man’s athleticism. BRIM runs up the corner...the entire ring tilts in that direction. BRIM gets to the top, he grabs Zybala and he jumps off spinning around and planting Zybala into the mat with a Belly to Belly from the top rope!!! The ring digs into the ocean, waves splashing, water crashing...water spills into the ring as it gets halfway submerged from the impact! We hear a few employees yell, ‘HOLY SHIT!’ Welsh turns and looks at them with eyes that say, “Ace like you’ve been here before, marks!”~
Jones: I can’t believe what I just saw.
Hood: Hoooooooly shit. BRIM just put everyone on notice. Everyone is fucked.
~Zybala rolls over, splatting in some ocean water sliding across the ring. BRIM sits up for a minute, looking around before laying back down...the entire sequence taking more than a little energy out of him. The ring shakes, bouncing back and forth above the unsettled water. BRIM sits up. He gets to his feet...he pauses, stabilizing, waiting for the ring to stop shaking. It does, he goes after Zybala...he pulls Zybala up by the back of his neck...Zybala gets to his feet...he suddenly pushes BRIM away and hits him with a SUPERKICK!!!! BRIM stumbles against the ropes~
Jones: BRIM’s stunned! He’s leaning against the ropes!
Hood: Don’t tell me Zybala is about to cash in.
~Zybala rushes in with the ultimate SUPERKICK!!!! But BRIM ducks!!!! Zybala’s leg hits the top rope, jarring his knee. He turns around, limping. BRIM boots him in the gut and brings him in, hoisting him up for a powerbomb!! He carries Zybala to the side of the ring. He lifts Zybala up and tosses him over the top rope...but Zybala’s legs hold onto BRIM’s head!!! He bends over, trying to pull BRIM out of the ring with a frankensteiner into the ocean~
Jones: Zybala did something similar to Alice!
Hood: Hang on, BRIM! HANG ON
~BRIM is halfway out...but he reaches out with both hands and he slams the back of Mike’s head into the apron. He holds onto Mike and raises back up, Zybala in the powerbomb position...BRIM lifts him up and he throws him out of the ring and into the ocean!!! SPLASH!!! BRIM falls back onto his ass as The Knife Man yells out “DING! DING!”~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...and the #1 Contender for the OCW Title...BRIM!!!!!
Jones: BRIM did it! Unbelievable, herculean effort!
Hood: Whew. Man. Once again, we were THIS close to disaster.
Jones: Far from it...but, yes, more heartbreak for Zybala.
Hood: That’s twice BRIM has cost Zybala. BRIM’s got his number.
Jones: That he does.
~Zybala surfaces...he slaps at the water, frustrated. Slowly, he swims to the beach, shaking his head, running over the final seconds, rethinking his strategy, what he could have done to alter the outcome~
Jones: So close once again, Hood. But BRIM, the man who put a loss on the undefeated record of SuMa. The man who has not been defeated in 2022. The Savage Champion. He will now get a shot at the OCW Title in May...assuming we aren’t dead by then.
Hood: He’s earned it. He had an OCW Title shot last year and, I think, it got in his head. He choked, in my opinion. This time, I think he’s ready.
Jones: But first he’s got to deal with Kelson.
Hood: Yea, I mean as great as this is...it could be a curse. This could cause him to take his mind off of Kelson, leading to his first defeat of 2022. Kelson is a serious, serious threat.
Jones: He most certainly is.
~Zybala reaches shore. Welsh is there, helping him up and giving his friend a hug. “Don’t hang your head, Mike. You did great. You’ll get there,” he pats Mike on the back. BRIM, meanwhile, stands alone and tall in the ring, looking like some type of iconic beast with the sun setting behind him...the water trembling under his impressive weight~
Jones: Good luck to whoever emerges from this Sunday’s main event. Good luck defeating that man.
Hood: The scariest wrestler in OCW.
Jones: And that includes a mass murderer.
Hood: Yep.
~Our screens show us that Vee and Ronnie have found the PORTAL POTTY but it’s not left unguarded as THE KNIFE MAN has a stern look on his mask like he’s a bouncer who belongs to a Roadhouse bouncer’s clique where after a night of bouncing they watch Roadhouse and touch each other’s phalluses.~
Jones: Oh man, they found it, Hood.
Hood: Yo, I’ll be right back…
~As Jones watches Hood run away, Vee and Ronnie approach The Knife Man.~
Vee: Hey Knifey, Marcus got you watching the PORTAL POTTY, eh?
Ronnie: Seems like a thankless job…
TKM: Hey ladies. Yeah, he does. The boss wants to make sure it doesn’t harm anyone else.
Vee: What do you mean to harm anyone else?
TKM: Well, I am not at liberty to say, but I definitely wouldn’t want to see one of you lose part of your leg at the shin.
~Vee and Ronnie look at one another before looking back at their buddy.~
Ronnie: Listen Knifey, if it was anyone else we would either a) Knock them out or b) trick them into leaving but as my gynaecologist and friend I respect you.
Vee: Same here. But we need to go back into the PORTAL POTTY. It’s incredibly important to our future.
~The Knife Man looks alarmed (the mask is surprisingly revealing of his emotions) and is unsure.~
The Knife Man: Mr. Welsh was very clear that no one should be near this… but you say it’s incredibly important…
Vee: Listen, as soon as we are in, close that door and chain it back up.
Ronnie: Please Knifey, it’s imperative we return to where we were.
The Knife Man: But what about your match against Supreme Machine?
~Vee extends her hand placing it on the massive mechanic SLASH medics shoulder and gives him a squeeze matched with a reassuring smile.~
Vee: That’s why we need to go. Something we have to finish before I step into the jungle with him. Please trust us when we say we know what we are doing.
The Knife Man: (sigh) Ok, I trust you.
~Knifey steps back, handing his knife to Ronnie as he fishes for the key for the massive padlock in his coveralls. He finds it and places it in the padlock and looks at them.~
The Knife Man: Please be careful in there and come back to us? Ok?
~Both Vee and Ronnie give him a double hug.~
Ronnie: Of course. Thank you Knifey.
Vee: Yes, thank you. You’ll know when we are back and when to open it back up.
The Knife Man: Goodluck ladies.
~Knifey opens the padlock and pulls the chains down. Vee opens up the door and looks to the unknown.~
Vee: I love you, Ronnie.
Ronnie: I love you, Vee. Let’s do this.
~With a nod the women leap into the PORTAL POTTY. The Knife Man waits a few seconds to make sure it isn’t another Tré sitchiation. He quickly locks up the PORTAL POTTY and goes back to being a Royal Guard. Hood has made his way back to Jones.~
Hood: Is it closed, Smith?
Jones: Yes it is but Veronica and Victoria went back inside.
Hood: Why?
Jones: They didn’t really say, all that was said was because it was important to do so before facing Supreme Machine.
Hood: Doing the unorthodox to gain the upper hand. If that isn’t Strong and Proud, I don’t know what is, Smith.
Jones: It’s Jones, ya schmuck.
Hood: No need for name calling. You’ve been really uppity since Luck of the Violent.
Jones: Whatever. Alright fans...we’re just about out of time here. Three straight shows from a deserted island. We hope you’ve all…
~The ground shakes~
Jones: Whoa!
Hood: That’s been happening all day.
Jones: Anyway, as I was saying...we hope you all have enjoyed this, assuming you’ve been able to watch. Stick with us, I’m told Welsh is probably going to use that golden phone to get us off here.
Hood: It’s like a golden ticket.
Jones: Those had mixed reviews.
Hood: No shit.
Jones: But, our owner, fearless leader seems in good spirits. Look at him over there clapping.
~Welsh claps and cheers at the end of Massacre. A show that went off without any destruction. He feels the presence of life approaching from behind~
Marcus Welsh: Leo! Greg! Captain! Knifey! We did it! We put on three Massacres from this island! Now, maybe we can get off this rock and prepare for Technical Difficulties.
~There is no response. It dawns on Welsh that things have gone oddly quiet. He slowly turns and notices a man with leathery skin staring at him, face painted. He turns to his other side...a similar looking man, staring him down~
Marcus Welsh: Uhh...where did you guys come from? I’m sorry to say that OCW is not accepting applications.
~Welsh turns to leave but, as he does, the sharp end of a spear is pressed against his throat by another similarly weathered, painted man~
Marcus Welsh: Shit.
~Welsh looks, he’s surrounded by angry, formidable islanders who call this piece of land home. The piece of land OCW has been recklessly abusing for the past month. The ground shakes from another quake as we start to pan out, catching sight of every OCW wrestler, staffer, and crew member being corralled and taken hostage by the many, many members of this tribe. We fade out~