LIVE! May 23rd 2022
FROM El Hadj Hassan Gouled Aptidon Stadium
Boutta Pull Outta Djibouti
~Are we really reaching that moment in time? That moment we’ve all been dreading? Or, perhaps, eagerly anticipating? Guess it depends on where you’re situated in this entire exchange. Regardless, it’s just about that time, folks. It’s about that time when OCW takes its massive self and pulls out of DJIBOUTI. It’s been fun. It’s been comfortable. Hell, it’s been pleasing (to some). But, as we’ve all come to learn, all things (good AND bad) must come to an end. So, a swift removal, pull out of Djibouti is on the imminent horizon. HOWEVER...we’ve still got one more week of staying put, enjoying the tightness and warmth of Djibouti. One more Massacre. And, Big Game Hunting. So, soak it in. Take in the sights, because our stay within Djibouti is in the home stretch. Monday Night Massacre starts NOW~
Jones: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre...our final Massacre in Djibouti!
Hood: What a wonderful excursion it’s been here in Africa. More specifically, Djibouti. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
Jones: For whatever reason, we’ve been stationed in Djibouti all May. I’ve heard all kinds of rumors as to why. Welsh not being himself and, therefore, unable to book us all back to the states. The US wanting us to quarantine for awhile before returning.
Hood: That last one makes sense. Let’s infect and kill all the Africans so we can keep the Americans safe.
Jones: Regardless the reason, the vacation is just about over. So, take it in, fans...we’ve got one more Massacre and a Pay Per View event remaining and then...it’s back where we belong!
Hood: Huzzah!
Jones: Tonight we’ve got an interesting card from top to bottom. The Raging Skull and Amick Dogeron both make their OCW debut.
Hood: Sweet! New blood...new faces!
Jones: Crash Rodriguez and Dylan Thomas both enter the ring for a warm up before their big matches at next Sunday’s Pay Per View.
Hood: Loving what both those guys are doing. Putting themselves in position to be major players over the summer.
Jones: Alexandra Calaway continues to run the gauntlet as she will take on the very hard hitting, very tough Brett Daniels.
Hood: She’s tough, man. She doesn’t shy away from a challenge. She wins tonight, that’d be 3 out of 4.
Jones: In perhaps the weirdest match this month, CJ, one week removed from trying to destroy Zybala’s knee, will team with Mike as they face the surprisingly adept tag team of Bob Grenier and JAM G.
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING, if you ask me. CJ’s gonna have to carry Mike in that one. Plus, Mike’s in a premiere match this week so WHY are we risking him tonight?
Jones: Those are good questions. And, in our main event, two of the top rising stars in OCW will do battle. Sadie Ko has a championship match on Sunday but tonight she’ll look to return to the winner’s circle against CYPH3R. CYPH3R is the hottest wrestler in OCW right now...he ended Veronica Strader’s unbeaten streak and, tonight, he looks to take down a wrestler OCW has been hyping as a future main eventer.
Hood: Should be a great one. Easton pulled the huge upset last week. You know ghost woman is gonna be pissed.
Jones: CYPH3R is surprisingly without a match at next Sunday’s Big Game Hunting. A win tonight will make his absence an already bigger omission than it already is.
Hood: More WEAK ASS BOOKING.
Jones: It’s our main event, standing atop a very fun, stacked card! It’s the final Monday Night Massacre in May. The final Monday Night Massacre in Djibouti! So, let’s get all up in this event and have some fun!
~In the backstage area the Big Bifford is standing, not dressed as Plethora. He stares into a mirror, his eyes showing the shell of a man he’s grown into over the years. Gray, dull, lifeless. The door behind him swings open and Kenny the Intern walks in. They’re in a small room, perhaps a dressing room - but not what one would think of for the OCW Champion. Kenny walks up behind Bifford and becomes visible in the mirror over his shoulder.~
Kenny: You remember what I said to you last month.. right?
~Bifford stands motionless and doesn’t respond to Kenny.~
Kenny: Bifford.. you can’t kill her. Kate. In your promos this week. Even if you killed her in real life. You can’t do it. People will be really depressed. It will be a big buzz kill.. just write her off some other way. Her dad got transferred to Hawaii or something..
~Bifford doesn’t say a word. He just stares forward into the mirror. His gaze meeting his own gaze.~
Kenny: Nobody wants to be depressed right now, Bifford.. they’ve been through enough.. and they went through it all BECAUSE OF YOU.. your stupid human-chicken-sandwiches are what started the whole pandemic! Your restaurant in Wuhan.. it destroyed the world.
~Bifford stands as though he is alone in the room.~
Kenny: You destroyed the world, you can at least not make them sad this week.. okay?
~Bifford doesn’t respond. Kenny backs away and goes to leave the room. He stops at the door and opens it and turns to look back at Bifford.~
Kenny: The meat is here..
~Kenny leaves and closes the door.~
Jones: Well.. Kenny giving his boss the lowdown.. do we really have to keep calling him Plethora when he’s not really even hiding it anymore?
Hood: Definitely, Smith.
Jones: Ugh.. and what did Kenny mean about the meat being here?
Hood: Bifford has brought hamburgers for the first 100 people who make it to the MYSTERY CONCESSION STAND.
Jones: Bifford’s burgers? No thanks.
Hood: It’s not “chicken” - it’s actually beef.
Jones: The cow?
Hood: The Brim Cow, yeah..
Jones: It was a hell of a cow..
~Alexandra was standing around the huts, waiting for it to be her time. She took a moment to breathe, checking her phone. She waited for any message she might receive on the whereabouts of Cypher. Receiving nothing she dials a number and waits for her friend Jenn to answer her.~
”Hey, glad you answered.”
~She walks around looking at the ground while she’s speaking. She knows all too well that the only person who can hear her conversation is the only person near her, a young kid from the town who seemed to have been following her around for weeks.
”Look, I haven’t heard anything else and considering that he hasn’t been seen, I’m actually kind of worried that he’s not alright. Yeah I know there isn’t much I can do, but I should have done something. I don’t know.. Go help him maybe.. That would have been the smart thing to do..”
~She listens again for a few moments before realizing that she was going to be heading into her hut in a few moments to get ready for her match against Bret Daniels.~
”Well I’m glad you are going to be watching. Oh I plan on giving him hell. See you soon as I get back stateside..”
~She hung up the phone and turned around to look behind her feeling like she was being watched. It was an eerie feeling and it worried her about her match tonight.~
The Raging Skull (0-0) vs. Gilbert (0-3)
~Gilbert is already in the ring. The lenses of his glasses have lipstick writing on them which says “ALICE, CALL ME!!!” A little creepy but Alice could whip the guy with one arm tied behind her back so, whatever. Belvedere stands in the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, GILBERT!
~Gilbert raises his hand, acknowledging the fans response...of which there is none~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Psychosocial by Slipknot hits and the fans all stand and look...the long awaited DEBUT of THE RAGING SKULL is finally happening. A giant man wearing a mask emerges, making his way down the ramp toward the ring. He reaches the ring, steps onto the apron and over the top rope. He’s huge...he’s massive...he’s RAGING~
Belvedere: From Parts Unknown...standing 7 feet tall and weighing in at 338lbs...he is...THE RAGING SKULL!!!!!
~Decent pop. Belvedere exits and Scruff remains in the ring. He calls for the bell~
Jones: Finally, after weeks of commentary, we get the debut of THE RAGING SKULL
Hood: Dude’s got a name, that’s for sure.
Jones: He’s massive. You’d think he could just throw Gilbert down and pin him. Should be fairly easy.
Hood: You would think. Especially for a dude named THE RAGING SKULL
~The Raging Skull climbs to the middle buckle and he yells ‘THE RAGING SKULL!!!!’ The fans yell it back. He steps down. He heads for another corner and he climbs to the second rope. He puts his arms up and he yells, ‘THE RAGING SKULL!!!!!’ The fans yell it back, a little louder. He heads for the third corner. He steps onto the middle buckle, throws his arms up and he yells “THE RAGING SKULL!!!!!!!!” the fans yell it back, even louder. He heads for the fourth corner~
Jones: This guy really loves his name.
Hood: Bro his name is THE RAGING SKULL...what’s not to love?
Jones: It’s so generic that it’s become unique.
~The Raging Skull pulls Gilbert out of his corner. He climbs to the middle rope and he throws his arms in the air, yelling “THE RAGING SKULL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The fans yell it back. Gilbert, pride assaulted, shakes the ropes!!! THE RAGING SKULL loses his balance and he falls backward, hitting the mat hard!!! Gilbert dives on top of him...Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings! The crowd cheers and laughs~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...GILBERT!!!!!
Jones: OMG!
Hood: HOLY SHIT!
Jones: Gilbert just won a match!
Hood: Against...THE RAGING SKULL!!!!
~Gilbert rolls out of the ring. THE RAGING SKULL sits up, looking around, wondering what the hell happened. Gilbert sprints away, to the back, his arms in the air~
Jones: Gilbert running as fast as he can away from that monster he just pinned.
Hood: Mother fucker. We need Welsh back...like, seriously. GILBERT just pinned a seven foot monster.
Jones: I mean...go ahead and say it.
Hood: Classic OCW, baby!!
~THE RAGING SKULL returns to his feet, stunned. The fans pause...they then yell at him, “THE RAGING SKULL!!!!!” it’s followed by a huge round of laughter. THE RAGING SKULL lowers his head and he exits the ring, humiliated and defeated. Scruff just kinda shrugs like, “Not the first time.”~
Jones: If you thought last week got started off in a shocking fashion. How’s about this...GILBERT won a match!
Hood: Big tree fall hard, right? Gilbert caused THE RAGING SKULL to fall and that was enough. Some dudes spend 40 minutes trying to get a monster off their feet. Gilbert did it in seconds!
Jones: Well, usually those monsters that refuse to leave their feet are people like BRIM or Plethora. They aren’t the ‘quality’ of THE RAGING SKULL.
Hood: Truth. Man, this RAGING SKULL has potential.
Jones: He does, albeit not the type of potential I think he envisioned. Anyway, we’re off and running as Gilbert pulls off the HUGE upset!
~The African fans pop with the arrival of the COWGIRLS FROM HELL with The TransAtlantic Champion (who has her belt back and over her shoulder) and her sister, the forgetful stoner Cara.~
Meghan: It feels good to be back.
Tamika: That it does. We have business to take care of, ladies, we all ready for this?
~Cara looks over like she just tuned in, her eyes glassy and red.~
Cara: Yep, bringing my own weed this time was smart.
Veronica: That is not what she is talking about, Cara.
~Tamika puts her arm around Veronica’s shoulder and leans in.~
Tamika: Don’t confuse her; you know how that will go.
Cara: Hey, just because I am—
~Sensing an argument, Meghan steps behind Tamika and slips in beside Cara putting her arm around her.~
Meghan: Sweetheart, come with me. Help mamabear find out where the locker rooms are?
Cara: Totally! Wanna toke?
~Meghan holds up her hand to pass on the offer made to her as they turn and walk down a hall leaving The Craze and TransAtlantic Champion to walk and talk. Tamika looks over to Veronica.~
Tamika: You are ready for tonight?
Veronica: *nodding* Yes, I do.
~The sneers appear across their faces as they split up but turn to one another before they do.~
Tamika: Tonight, we make it right.
Veronica: Absolutely.
~The fans cheer as they head off in different directions, and we move down to ringside.~
Jones: Well, the Strader women have arrived in unison tonight, a week from Tamika defending that Craze Championship against Sadie Ko in a Hazardous Ladder Match while Veronica puts it all on the line against Dangerous Dan defending her TransAtlantic title for a record-setting fourth time in a regular old wrestling match!
Hood: Just like the former OCW Champion did at Technical Difficulties. These two are gonna lose their belts!
Jones: Or do something amazing and keep setting the bar higher?
Hood: Eh, tomato/tomatoe, Jones/Smith.
Jones: Right. Anyway, I hear that Meghan Strader, who was missing and apparently found by her sister last weekend before their loss over in some weird streaming service company PPV, has a special announcement for OCW!
Hood: Maybe they are retiring.
Jones: I doubt that; Tamika put a challenge out there, the Massacre after Big Game Hunting–
Hood: – STRAIGHT OUTTA DJIBOUTI!!!
~Jones glares at his broadcast partner.~
Jones: Yes, straight outta Djibouti, for CFH to take the ring together once again, but no one has said anything in accepting their challenge.
Hood: Probably afraid of the syphilis they’ll catch.
Jones: HOOD!
~We cut to a small bare bones bathroom in the backstage area. There is one stall, one sink, and a urinal that looks as if it hasn’t been cleaned since it was installed. A man’s voice can be heard on the other side of the urinal door.~
Voice: You got this, you can do it. Knock the rust off, clear out the cob webs, and go pick up your first OCW win.
~Suddenly the door to the bathroom is flung open as Vincent Sotomayor bursts in. The voice behind the stall quiets as Sotomayor saunters his way over to the urinal.~
Vincent: Ugh, that smell. This place is disgusting. Did Bifford drop a load in here or something?
~We hear the sound of Vincent unzipping his pants and liquid beginning to enter the urinal, splashing around onto the floor. The toilet inside the stall flushes, and the door opens to reveal a man in black tights with orange accents. He is shirtless, and as the camera pans toward his head we see a black and gray Japanese inspired mask covering the man’s face. His long brown hair peeks out through the back. Vincent turns to see the man.~
Vincent: Who the hell are you supposed to be?
~The man casually walks over to the sink, turns the water on, and washes his hands. Vincent finishes up and zips his pants, just as the man turns the water off and reaches for a paper towel in an empty dispenser. The man shrugs, then wipes his hands on his pants as he turns to stare at Vincent square in the face.~
Man: The name’s Amick Dogeron. Tell your boy Bifford I said ‘hey’.
~Vincent looks perplexed as Dogeron walks past him, opening the door and heading into the hall. As he continues walking, Who’re comes from the other end of the hallway walking towards him.~
Who’re: Amick Dogeron! Just the man I wanted to see. I’d love to get some thoughts before your upcoming match against the Dirt Bag Kid. How does it feel to see your first wrestling action?
~Amick stops and stands next to her as she reaches the microphone up to his mouth.~
Amick: The nerves are there, but that would be true for anyone coming back to the ring after such a long hiatus. Tonight marks the first time I’ve stepped into the squared circle since 2007.
Who’re: I had heard that, but in my research I can find no record of an Amick Dogeron wrestling anywhere in the United States, well...ever. Did you have a different identity?
Amick: I’m not here to talk about the past, I’m here to write the future. I’ve got my pen filled to the brim with ink, and tonight...The Dirt Bag Kid’s story is going to come to an abrupt end.
~With that, Amick walks off past Who’re toward the gorilla position.~
Who’re: You heard him. Amick Dogeron is aiming to win tonight, and that match is next!
Amick Dogeron (0-0) vs. The Dirtbag Kid (0-1)
~The Dirtbag Kid is already in the ring. Uncle Kracker’s WHATCHU LOOKIN AT is nearing it’s end, but The Dirtbag Kid is keeping this 90’s party alive by chugging some SURGE and wolfing down some 3D Doritios. He talks shit to a kid, threatening to ‘own’ him in some N64 gameplay after the show~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, straight outta the 90s...there’s no mask that will ever restrict his voice...he is...The Dirtbag Kid!!!
~DBK thinks about doing a roundhouse kick, but he’s got to finish off his tasty snacks, first. So he gives us a half assed front kick that looks like something a middle aged woman might throw while trying to get the dog out of the kitchen or whatever~
Jones: The Dirtbag Kid back in action.
Hood: Did this guy fall out of the Portal Potty? He knows the 90s were, like, 30 years ago, right?
Jones: Some people create their own time warps, Hood. They remain stuck in time periods that serve to placate their own ego.
Hood: Sounds kinda like a super power, to me.
Jones: A super power called delusion.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~"Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake hits! The fans stand and watch...a few fans break out into cheers. He’s new. It’s only his second week on OCW TV, but Amick is already winning people over. Dogeron steps out, mask concealing his identity. He takes it all in for a second, much like a star returning to his pro wrestling roots, feeling the energy of that crowd once again~
Jones: Dogeron may be a rookie but he carries himself like a star.
Hood: Every indication from the guy IS that he’s a star, man. We just don’t know which star he is.
Jones: Any guesses?
Hood: I wouldn’t even know where to begin. But, I’d be willing to bet whoever he is, or was, he was a bigger star than that nerd in the ring.
Jones: That’s not saying much.
~Dogeron makes his way down to the ring. Fans lean over the railing, looking for a high five or trying to get a look behind the mask. But that thing is SECURE. Dogeron reaches the ring and he hustles up the steps before entering through the ropes~
Belvedere: From Charleston, West Virginia...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 232lbs...Amick Dogeron!!!
~Belvedere walks by Dogeron, he nods at Amick, showing some respect. The aura surrounding this man commands it. Scruff is left in the ring with DBK and Amick. He motions for the bell and it rings~
Jones: And here we go! Will Amick fight through the apparent ‘ring rust’ and win his first match back or will The Dirtbag Kid spoil the evening?
Hood: I mean, I’m going with Amick. But that Dirtbag Kid definitely looks spoiled.
Jones: Did you like 3D Doritos?
Hood: Uh, yes. They were fuckin Doritos, man. What’s not to like?
~DBK CRUSHES his Surge and tosses it out of the ring. He dumps the broken bits of 3D Doritos into his mouth and throws the bag as far as he can...it doesn’t make it out of the ring. He charges at Amick and spins around, throwing some kinda of weak ass karate looking chop...Amick grabs him by the arm and tosses him over with a hiptoss!!! DBK pops back to his feet and runs at Amick with another chop...again, Amick flips him over with a hip toss!!! DBK yells ‘NOT COOL BRO’ and he hurries back to his feet...only this time Amick spins around and CRACKS him in the jaw with an elbow!!! DBK staggers around, stunned~
Jones: Tremendous quickness and precision by Amick. If he was worried about rust, I’m not seeing any!
Hood: To be fair, it’s not like he’s spent all this time off in the Hamptons or playing golf at some douchey country club. He’s been living in Africa...WITH KILLER SNAKES
Jones: They say Africa is a harsh land. So far, I’ve found it rather enjoyable.
Hood: That’s because you have plot armor privilege, my friend.
~DBK, walking around like he’s drunk and angry, throws a spin kick...if it had landed, it might have caught Amick on the elbow. Instead, Amick dodges it, easily, and grabs DBK from behind with a Full Nelson!! DBK yells, ‘LET ME GO!’ Amick begins to drive knee’s into DBK’s kidneys. Each shot elicits a howl of pain from DBK~
Jones: Ouch! Vicious knee shots to the kidney.
Hood: Amick’s gonna force DBK to get a kidney transplant. Might put a serious dent in his SURGE game.
Jones: We haven’t seen much but the precision of Amick...very impressive. This guy doesn’t waste any movement.
~DBK continues to yell out in pain with each knee strike. After several brutal blows to the kidney, Amick slings DBK to the mat, face first. He quickly and smoothly transitions, grabbing DBK’s leg. DBK looks up, his face an amalgamation of confusion and pain. Suddenly, he yells out, screaming as loud as he can, chewed up doritos in his mouth. Amick has his leg and is yanking back with a Texas Cloverleaf!!! DBK immediately taps out, screaming “GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF OF MEEEEE!!!” Scruff calls for the bell~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...AMICK DOGERON!!!!!
~Amick immediately releases the hold, abiding by the rules. Scruff thanks him. Amick rises to his feet and he pats OCW’s veteran ref on the back before raising both hands high in the air. The fans cheer, their response growing louder with every second this man is presented in front of them~
Jones: Amick’s popularity is growing. Just one match in and he’s already winning these fans over.
Hood: I’m not the biggest ‘good guy’ fan but what’s not to like? Not only does he seem like a nice guy but he whipped the absolute shit out of the awful Dirtbag Kid.
~Dogeron exits the ring as DBK remains on the mat, writhing in pain. On his way out, Dogeron high fives some fans...he stops, taking a photo with a young fan in attendance...the fans surrounding pat him on the back and cheer~
Jones: It looks like we’ve got a star who cares about the fans, Hood.
Hood: Great. Maybe he can team with Zybala. I heard Zybala is about to get shit canned by TLS anyway, sooo
Jones: He is not! Folks, Amick Dogeron successful in his in-ring debut, or return...however you wanna view it. This man is super talened and will be a force in OCW.
Hood: No doubt.
~We cut backstage where Marcus Welsh remains on The Knife Man’s couch. Machete Phil is trimming some of Welsh’s hair with his machete~
The Knife Man: And so how did that make you feel?
Marcus Welsh: Not great. I mean I know it’s just a game but when my farm died in Farmville that really hurt cause it was MY farm. I was their protector.
The Knife Man: You feel very strongly about protecting the things that look to you to fill that role?
Marcus Welsh: I do.
The Knife Man: Which is why you were so hesitant to use the Golden Phone.
~Welsh nods~
The Knife Man: And, which is why you spiraled after being rescued by the person behind the Golden Phone.
~A single tear rolls down Welsh’s cheek~
The Knife Man: But, what happened after that farm of yours died?
Marcus Welsh: I brought it back to life. Rehabbed it. Thanks to some help from another fellow farmer.
The Knife Man: Did it flourish?
Marcus Welsh: It did.
The Knife Man: See? Sometimes we need some help, Marcus. Just to get us back on track.
~Welsh sits up. Machete Phil finishes trimming his hair~
Marcus Welsh: You know what? You’re right! What am I so down for? We’re saved! OCW is alive and well! I’ll just make up for my shortcomings like I did with the farm!
~Welsh stands~
Marcus Welsh: You’re a hell of a head doctor, Knife Man.
~The Knife Man stands up and claps. Machete Phil joins in. The Knife Man reaches into his desk and removes an iPhone~
The Knife Man: Sir, I think you’re ready. Ready to use this again.
~Welsh is handed his cell phone. A device he’s been without since the therapy began. Welsh takes it~
The Knife Man: Mind if I ask who that first call is going to?
Marcus Welsh: Mother.
~The Knife Man and Machete Phil cheer and clap. Welsh activates the phone. When it turns on, there’s a file that’s awaiting him. It reads ‘Ur Update’. Welsh clicks on it, blithely and it downloads, instantly. He then locates ‘mom’ hits call...it rings...the ring pauses, unnaturally, before ringing again~
Marcus Welsh: Huh, weird...probably a glitch from being inactive for so long.
~It picks up~
Marcus Welsh: Mom?
~There is no mom. Instead, all Welsh hears is “Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away”! Welsh drops his phone and backs away...he dives into the couch, burying his head in the cushions. The Knife Man and Machete Phil stand over the phone, looking down, they hear the familiar song and see a PURGE mask flashing repeatedly. We cut away~
~ The arena lights start flickering red and silver with the guitar riff of “Whole Lotta Love” by Sershen&Zaritskaya as the Superman ‘S’ appears on the centre of the OCW tron. The ‘S’ explodes as the text MEGHAN STRADER flashes, and the OCW faithful are on their feet, fists up in the air.~
Jones: Seems that Meghan Strader is coming out with her announcement!
Hood: I am pretty sure she swings both ways.
//You need cooling
~ The Strader Family Matriarch steps out onto the stage from behind the curtain, looking side to side with her hands on her hips and Cara follows out behind her, big ol’doobie burning away between her lips. ~
//A-way down inside
Hood: I do kinda like that Cara, though. Think she Bogarts?
//Want to whole lotta love
~ Meghan holds her right fist up into the air as the faithful cheer. She begins her strut down the ramp followed by her dazed and confused daughter. ~
Hood: It’s amazing how much she looks like her mother…
Jones: Hood, don’t.
Hood: Don’t what?
// You've been learning
~ As she approaches the bottom of the ramp she stops to look all around the arena, breathing it all in with her daughter, the prideful smile was big and eyed on the Strader Queen, herself. ~
Jones: Well, whatever she has to say tonight, the fans sound surely behind it.
Hood: Because they are fickle people. They aren’t as squeaky clean as they make themselves out to be, Jmith.
Jones: First of all, they definitely don’t try and say that, and did you just call me Jmith?
//Whole lotta love
~ Meghan jumps up from a standing position up onto the apron and snaps her head to left with the Strader Sneer. ~
//Hey!
~ The guitar picks back up right into the main riff as Meghan uses the top rope to spring herself both fists in the air. Cara puts the point out on the bottom of her shoe as she stands on one leg to do it, wobbling away. The rope keeps her up and she wipes her feet before stepping through the ropes. ~
Jones: Stoner, but a stoner with respect.
Hood: Like Bob Grenier!!!
Jones: No, not quite…
//My, my, my, my
~Cara takes the microphone from Belvedere and gives him a very classy lady-like kiss on his cheek, and Mr. Suave as Fuck with the Velvety Tongue and vocal cords, struts out of the ring like the damn studmuffin that he is. The music dies down, and Meghan takes the mic from Cara before she does something ridiculous.~
Hood: I could get used to this Strader trollop.
Jones: What happened to Alisa?
Hood: Who?
Meghan: BONJOUR DJIBOUTI!!!
~The fans pop, and Cara shakes her ass with a big wink, Hood on his feet, applauding.~
Meghan: It’s so good to be back in front of you all! It was a very long week that one, and very happy that it’s over! Thankful to have the sister that I do!
Jones: Rumor has it Meghan was taken by force apparently by some stalker, and Tamika got her out of it.
Hood: How did you hear that?
Jones: I have friends in the U.S. Marshalls office in Texas.
Meghan: You know, it was the first week of February 2022. I went and presented an opportunity to my sister: return to wrestling and use an opportunity to finance OCW out of a corrupt owner's hands and back into the hands of Marcus Welsh and Mike Zybala. We have paid for everything, including the talents contracts, since Valentine's Day. Basically…
Jones: Except Bob Grenier’s. They are making Welsh pay that one himself.
Hood: Rude. He’s worth every penny of that outrageous contract!
Jones: Canadians don’t have pennies. They gave them to Ohio from what my friends there tell me.
Hood: Stop this shit, man. You don’t have any friends. The Knife Man has more friends than you. Because you have none.
Meghan: … and we would be given an opportunity to make a small percentage off the profits as we have moneyless contracts except for title match share revenues which have been paying out well for Tamika. After a long discussion, Tamika and I came to an agreement to give back to the company that has been a lot of fun to be a part of! Now, something could be in the works for the talent down the road; this little bonus, I guess you call it, is for the backstage workers, the ring crew, catering, security, our interviewers, our referees, ruggedly handsome ring announcer, and of course our commentary crew!
~The looks on the faces of the crew around ringside, Belvedere, as well as Jones and Hood, are that of a surprise and happiness.~
Jones: Wow! Have we ever gotten a raise before?
Hood: I think President Dean tried to, but the 3-dollar check bounced.
Meghan: Mind you, we only take a minor percentage, so we could only give a four-figure bonus to all of you, but if things keep trending upwards like they have had since the purge, removing the actual mud show assholes from the roster has legit saved this company to the point it’s giving back to you. I have also started a fund for those affected by the murderous Plethora, and of course, as stated before, see my sister for fake Canadian Healthcare cards for anything serious.
Hood: Well, blackjack and hookers on Jones when we land in Florida!
Jones: Um, I never said that, nor do I condone those acts that you are speaking of.
Meghan: Oh, and one last thing… Tamika put out an open challenge to the tag teams of OCW, and not one team has answered. Either a team in the back steps up, or we will fucking pick one. You really don’t want us doing that. Cowgirls do not forgive.
~Her music hits back up as the people of DJIBOUTI chant “CFH”.~
Jones: Well, a welcome bonus from our keepers and the challenge from Camp Cowgirl reissued. Time will tell to see who steps up to answer it.
Hood: If anyone does!
Baby I'm not fooling
I'm gonna send ya
Back to schooling\\
A-honey you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love\\
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love\\
Um baby I been learning
All them good times baby, baby
I've been year-yearning
A-way, way down inside
A-honey you need-ah
I'm gonna give you my love, ah
I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh\\
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
You've been cooling
And baby I've been drooling
All the good times, baby
I've been misusing\\
Alright! Let's go!
Whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Way down inside
Woman, you need, yeah
Love\\
My, my, my, my
Lord
Shake for me girl
I wanna be your backdoor man
Hey, oh, hey, oh
Hey, oh, hey, oh
Ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh\\
~'Backstage' at Massacre and Dylan, Lissandra and Lord Allton are talking when the Shaman from before and Abebe walk up to them~
Shaman: YOU ARE NOW ANEEBU! CHAMPION OF THE GODS! DO NOT FAIL THEM!
Abebe: Alice Hoots stand no chance, yes?
Dylan: I'm not facing Alice tonight Abebe.
Abebe: Ah yes! Savage Dessy!
Dylan: Besides, I thought you were friends with Alice?
Abebe: I love Alice Hoots! But A-List number one!
~Dylan turns to the camera and Lord Allton smirks~
Allton: I like this little guy. And not just because he makes me feel tall for once.
~Lissandra and Allton smile but Dylan is focused~
Dylan: Desmond Savage, this isn't about you. It's about Alice and I... so stay down and everything will be fine. I hope you're watching Alice. I hope you're taking notes. Because Dylan Thomas -
Shaman: ANEEBU!
Dylan: Sure, OK. I'M walking out of Big Game Hunting as the new Savage champ, or I'm gonna die trying.
~Dylan then fist bumps Allton and walks off with Lissandra at his side. Abebe looks for a fist bump too, but Dylan is already gone. He looks hopefully at Allton. Allton shrugs and fist bumps Abebe~
Abebe: Lord Cyborg isn't such a bad guy, no?
~We fade out~
Crash Rodriguez (4-1) vs. Zeus (1-6)
~Zeus is in the ring, pacing back and forth, as the flash photography bounces off of his $1,700 shades. He keeps a stiff lip, as he finally settles into the turnbuckle corner~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...ZEUS!!!
~Zeus comes spinning slowly out of the corner, arms stretched wide. As he finishes his rotation he throws up his hands as the crowd goes lukewarm~
Belvedere: And his opponent…
~“No Love” by the Death Grips begins to play, filling the arena with ritualistic thumps. The crowd begins stomping and clapping to the beat, just as Crash Rodriguez takes the stage, with Louis Pohl close behind. As the Crooked Man glances around, his lips curl into a crooked smile~
Belvedere: From Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at 207 pounds, he is The Crooked Man, CRASH RODRIGUEZ!
~Belvedere exits the ring as the bell rings. Zeus raises a hand, preparing to lock up with Crash~
Hood: And we'll be right back after a brief word from our sponsors!
Jones: But we’re in the middle of a match! Why are we going to commercial?
Hood: Money
~As the screen fades out to commercial, we’re quickly greeted by Louis Pohl standing in a warehouse, he walks around looking at some boxes on shelves, before turning and addressing the camera~
Lou: Hey, almost didn’t see you there! I’m Louis Pohl, and I just want to take this time and maybe enrich your life. For years, our families have gathered together for meals. We all have memories at the dinner table, but studies have shown less and less families eat together.
~The scene transitions to Lou sitting at a dining table~
Lou: Now, I just don’t find that right. Families belong together, strong as the Straders. So, that’s why I created the ‘Louis Pohl’s Crunchy Mustard Company’. Together, we work tirelessly to bring you a truly inspiring mustard, one that not only tastes good, but IS good. Now there’s other novelty mustards out there, but did you know that the leading brand of non-smooth mustard has been proven to be twice as unhealthy as methamphetamine?
~The camera cuts to another angle, and the former attorney quickly whips in his chair to face them~
Lou: Now, do you really want something like that being fed to you and yours? Of course not, so why don’t you head down to the store, bring your family back to the table, and enjoy Lou Pohl’s Crunchy Mustard Company’s Crunch Yellow Mustard today!
~The well made and perhaps even influential commercial ends, returning us back to the action, where we find Crash smashing Zeus's head into the steel steps. 1. 2. 3. 4. And the count keeps going. With each passing smashing of his face, more and more blood leaks from Zeus's nose. After the 10th blow, Zeus stops moving, his head lays on the steel steps. Crash Rodriguez looks around the crowd, who are frenzying over the blood like sharks~
Scruff: 6! Come on get in the ring!
~Crash mimes to the audience, as if asking if they really wanna see what's next. The crowd goes absolutely ballistic, planting a smile on the man's face. Without warning Crash leaps up high before bringing a boot down onto the head of Zeus, crushing it against the unforgiving steel~
7!
~The Crooked Man pulls the dead weight that is Zeus into the ring and quickly rolls in after him, breaking the ref's count. Crash rises to his feet and stares down at the motionless Zeus. Crash sets his foot on his chest as Scruff slides in to make the count~
1
2
3!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: And the winner, CRASH RODRIGUEZ!!!!
~Crash steps away from the unconscious Zeus, waving his arms toward the entrance ramp. On cue, 5 of members of the ring crew come down the ramp, two carrying the colorfully stained couch down to the ring, while the others bring down the desk and that sleek leather office chair. As the crew start setting up the furniture in the ring, Crash lifts up Zeus and carries him to the couch. Zeus slumps into the crack, Crash takes his seat as Louis Pohl hands him a microphone~
Crash: And welcome ladies and gentlefucks to another riveting edition of The Crash Report! Now, you're all in for a hell of a show, tonight we have the future OCW Hall of Famer, Duce Jones!
~Lou makes his way to his client, before whispering into his ear~
Crash: Correction. Future OCW Hall of Famer, Zeus Jones! So Zeus, I just wanted to say, I know back in 2019 we didn't interact much, but you look so different now. What's your secret?
~Lou once again steps over to whisper into Crash's ear~
Crash: Wait? They aren't the same guy?
~Lou shakes his head~
Crash: Huh. That's fucking weird.
~Crash gets lost in thought for a few seconds before regaining his composure~
Crash: So Zeus, recently you've been tearing up the OCW landscape. First an impressive win over Easton Alexander, then a most memorable tag team in the form of Too Much Zeus, and now, the highlight of your career, a guest on the Crash Report. How does it feel?
~Crash stares at Zeus expecting the inconclusive man to respond. Lou walks over to Zeus~
Lou: Uuuh, Crash, he's not even awake?
Crash: What? But we have a show to do.
Lou: Well, what should we do?
Crash: Use him like a muppet?
Lou: I am NOT sticking my hand up another man's a-
Crash: YOU'LL DO YOU'RE FUCKING JOB!
~Lou sighs in defeat. He leans over Zeus and moves his lips with his fingers~
Lou/Zeus: Oh it's so exciting. Finally, I can die a happy man.
Crash: Haha, good one Zeus. Now, obviously, you have a long and storied career here. Many have set foot in the ring with you, and these people are just dying to know, who's the biggest little bitch you've ever faced?
Lou/Zeus: Easton Alexander.
Crash: Yeah, that makes sense. Afterall, how many others have lost to you before? I haven't?
Lou/Zeus: That's because of how clever and handsome you are.
Crash: Tell me something I don't know, haha.
Lou/Zeus: Lou Pohl's Crunchy Mustard Company's Yellow Crunchy Mustard is the best tasting mustard I've ever ea-
Crash: Shut up. This is about me, Zeus. Not Lou. You're here to talk about me and Easton, so just do that, alright? Cool.
Lou/Zeus: I'm sorry, Crash.
~As Lou moves his hands from Zeus' lips, we see him begin to stir~
Crash: That's quite ok. So, tell me how do you think I'll get Easton to bleed?
~As Lou goes to answer for him, Zeus begins to wake~
Lou/Zeus: Easily.
Crash: Haha, That's right.
Zeus: What is going on?
~Crash's head snaps over to Zeus's direction~
Crash: Hey! You're supposed to be unconscious!
Lou: Shit kid he's up.
Crash: What the fuck is your problem, man? You're ruining my show!
~Crash stands from his desk and makes his way to a terrified Zeus trying to climb over the couch and away to safety. As Zeus steps over the middle rope, Crash snatches his hair and rips him back into the ring. Crash stares right into Zeus’s soul, looking over him in disappointment~
Crash: Why is every guest i have on this show so unbelievably fucking rude! Is it so much to ask that you just be a good person?
~Crash brings Zeus over to the host table and gestures toward it, then he grips up Zeus. But just before he's about to seriously hurt the poor guy, Crash looks toward the ramp and his eyes widen, the crowd's attention is fixed on the stage. EASTON ALEXANDER IS SPRINTING TO THE RING. Crash drops Zeus and gets ready for a fight, Easton slides into the ring and keeps his momentum to stand right back up. Crash and Easton come face to face for a moment before Easton rushes him, throwing a huge lariat but Crash ducks it and slides out of the ring as fast as he can. Outside the ring, The Crooked Man starts spouting obscenities in Easton’s direction, as Lou begins creeping up behind Easton, chair in hand. He gets as close as he can before taking a home run swing into Alexander's back, but he doesn't move an inch as the steel bounces off his body, Easton turns very slowly and locks eyes with the sneaky manager. Lou looks up at Easton, then to the chair and back to Easton before sliding it out of the ring, he drops to his knees and begs for forgiveness. Easton grabs Lou by the hair as he lifts him to his feet, now it's his turn to gesture towards the table. The crowd is going crazy, these bastards want to see Lou in the rubble of a broken table, but before Easton can even move Crash jumps up on the apron and extends his hand~
Crash: DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM! HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!
Easton: Give me one good reason man, why the fuck shouldn’t I?
Crash: This is between us. He stepped out of line, I'll admit that. Easty, buddy, you know me. I didn't want any of this in the first place. I love you, you’re like my brother.
Easton: You expect me to believe that… after all the shit you've said tonight.
Crash: It's the truth… Just let the man go, please.
~Easton looks at Lou, and scans the crowd who are still losing their collective shit, desperate for some carnage. But he reluctantly releases Lou, who scrambles out of the ring. Crash and Lou quickly make their way up the ramp, and Easton leans over the ropes facing the stage, a clear visage of anger across this whole face~
Jones: Things are heating up! Crash and Easton will settle their differences THIS Sunday at Big Game Hunting!
Hood: First Blood Match, we haven't had one of those in awhile.
Jones: Easton's got a bit of a cut on his head from last week, so hopefully that thing heals before Sunday, otherwise he'll be at a disadvantage.
Hood: Don't tell him that, he's fired up and ready to go!
Jones: They'll do battle with the winner getting a Craze Title Match! Don't miss it, this Sunday!
~ The scene is pitch black, seemingly empty. The lights fade in slightly, dimly lighting a barren room. Little can be seen other than the silhouette of a man sitting in the middle of the frame staring at the camera. No real facial features can be discerned, but his overall presence is quite ominous. ~
Man: Far too long the people on this planet have been unruly. All of you, sitting there, stuffing your faces with nachos and soda...you pigs disgust me.
~ The crowd boos loudly, the insult striking home. His voice is extremely proper, making his words seem even more haughty. The man shifts his sitting position, obviously quite annoyed by the thought of the crowd and their filth. ~
Man: The fat, lazy, incompetent state of this world is something that I can no longer sit idly by and watch as it erodes away civilization as we know it. I am here to save you all from yourselves. You clearly do not have the capacity to do so of your own free will, therefore, I will help restore order.
~ The crowd boos louder, getting noticeably frustrated with the insults and the arrogance being spewed by the mysterious man. At this he stands and begins to pace left to right and back again, nothing more than the black shadow of a man moving steadily through the darkness. ~
Man: Yes, boo me! Jeer me! But you...will...FEAR ME. Fear is the greatest motivator of all, and those who fear me will bow down before me, pledging their allegiance for their safety.
Chaos abounds when you peasants get out of line. When a man rises to such great power that all around him bend the knee, then and only then will there be true order.
Long ago we had such order. We had a great empire like had never been seen before. The people of the world rejoiced, having happiness and good fortune under powerful leadership.
What do we have now? Death, disease, and poverty. You people are filthy vermin, no better than street rats crawling through the raw sewage pumping beneath your disgusting streets. You make me sick, and the only way to fix the problem is to rule with an iron fist.
My reign will be harsh, but just. As is my God who has appointed me to rule here in his stead. Those who seek to oppose me will be destroyed, vanquished from my path to righteous glory.
The time is coming for you to choose your fate. Will you bend the knee and become my subjects, or oppose me and feel my wrath?
~ The man stops pacing in the middle of the frame. He stands tall and powerful, staring once again directly into the camera. He appears much larger and quite haunting in the dimly lit room. The light catches something metallic on his head giving off a bright golden sparkle. ~
Man: The time for games is over. I am coming, and I bring my legions with me!
~ The scene cuts to an image that says “AVT CAESAR AVT NIHIL” in bold letters with a faint inscription that appears to be the English translation “CAESAR OR NOTHING.” The words are elaborate and striking, set on a marble background. We pause on this screen momentarily before a slow fade to black. ~
~Backstage is where we find ourselves, many people are shuffling about doing their duties. The camera pans around the area until it focuses in on BRIM and Duce who are shown walking down the hall. The two seem to be holding a casual conversation~
Duce Jones: I’m tellin’ ya bruh, it felt hella good t’get back in tha rang wit Biff last Monday night. I ain’t felt that type’a adrenaline rush in’a good while now.
~BRIM more or less seems to be caught within his own world as the two pass by different equipment boxes set up on both sides of them~
Duce Jones: You thank I should get back in t’rang B? Maybe you an’ me could go afta’ those tag straps afta’ ya get done wit Biff? What d’ya thank?
~BRIM looks over to Duce, a smirk on his face~
BRIM: I feel like you’re insinuating something?
Duce Jones: Insinu… What? What t’fuck does that even mean?
BRIM: It’s like you’re saying that I’m not going to beat Plethora..
~Duce laughs nervously~
Duce Jones: Naw mane, I ain’t nothin’ like that. I was just thankin’ dat we could wreck shop round this bitch.
BRIM: Why don’t you get Byson to be your partner?
Duce Jones: So he can claim credit fo’ all my work? Naw I’m good, besides.. You saw what happened when he teamed up wit’ Pops.
BRIM: He’s getting better, he was able to beat Zybala in a singles match. Maybe you could use that to your advantage.. I don’t know.. The only thing that I’m worried about is becoming OCW Champion.
Duce Jones: Speakin’a which.. Lion’s Den huh?
BRIM: Yep..
Duce Jones: So..
BRIM: So what?
Duce Jones: I mean, you’re gonna be locked in’a cage wit that retard! You don’t thank he gon’ try an’ kill ya? Tha muh’fucka always tryna pull out tha SCYTHE an’ shit. An’ wit y’all two just locked in there togetha’.. Ain’t nobody gon’ be able t’stop him.
~BRIM stops. He looks at Duce who has a hint of concern within his lone eye~
BRIM: You sounding like a pussy right now. Have you ever thought about the fact that he’s locked in a cage with me? I’m not fucked up about nothing this man throws at me, he wants to make a spectacle of himself by hijacking shows. Let him do that, if he wants to murder innocent people and turn them into chicken sandwiches.. That’s fine. If he brings that corn cutter, which I know he will, that’s cool too. You know why, because none of it is gonna matter when I leave Djibouti with the OCW World Championship.
~BRIM carries on his journey while Duce remains. He contemplates the words that BRIM has just laid on him. Soon, a concern expression falls upon his face~
Duce Jones: Aye mane! You really gotta choose how ya word shit!
~Duce chases after BRIM while the scene fades out~
Dylan Thomas (14-5) vs. Desmond Savage (0-1)
~Desmond Savage is in the ring. He’s looking super muscular but not at all decisive. He just kinda stares into the camera~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Desmond Savage!
~Savage nods~
Jones: And, what can you say about Desmond Savage?
Hood: …
Jones: I think that says it all.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The opening bars of 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy play over the PA system and fans in attendance begin to stand with a subtle 'DT' chant. After a few moments the curtain jerks and through it steps everyone's favourite Hollywood A-Listers arm in arm. Dylan and Lissandra share a kiss at the top of the ramp before nodding and waving to the chanting crowd, grins never leaving their faces~
~They then make their way down the ramp high-fiving lucky nearby fans. A few Dylan Section members near the front row even get a few photos. Dylan walks Lissandra up the ring steps, hopping up onto the apron, afterwards. He holds open the ropes and she kisses him as she climbs through them. Dylan leaps up onto the nearest corner, raising his arms, still with a huge grin while Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man and applauding. As the cheers begin to die down, Dylan helps Lissandra out of the ring, and then looks to the rampway doing a final warm up~
Jones: Dylan Thomas getting in a quick warm up before his clash with Alice Knight next Sunday at Big Game Hunting!
Hood: Great to see Dylan back in the spotlight where he belongs.
Jones: If he can defeat Alice Knight next week, it’ll be his second singles title win since joining OCW.
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits~
Jones: And here we go!
Hood: Man, Savage looks like a million bucks. Too bad he’s almost brainless.
Jones: Maybe he’s just misunderstood. One of those strong, silent types.
Hood: Ha!
~Desmond marches toward Dylan. He clumsily reaches out to grab him, but Dylan ducks Savage’s grasp and hooks his waist from behind. He pulls Desmond up and drops him on the mat, releasing his hold. Desmond pushes up, confused...as he reaches his feet, he gets popped in the mouth with a knee!!! Savage stumbles into the ropes, he bounces off and Dylan catches him, tossing him over his head with an overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!!!~
Jones: Tremendous core strength displayed by Perfection Personified!
Hood: Yea, Desmond might be dumb but he’s a big mother fucker.
Jones: Pushing three hundred, all muscle.
Hood: Hey! Cool your jets.
~Savage staggers to his feet, his head off balance, his legs uneasy. Dylan greets him with a slap to the mush!!!! Savage leans back...he counteracts the leaning by bending forward, Dylan grabs him and drops him with Perfect Finisher (Double Knee Gutbuster)!!!!! Savage falls to the mat, on his back. Thomas makes the cover~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...DYLAN THOMAS!!!!!
Jones: Efficient win by Dylan Thomas! Saving as much energy as possible as he can now turn his focus toward Alice Knight.
Hood: Normally I’d laugh at such a ridiculous comment. But, Alice is with CJ now so, she’s slightly more dangerous.
Jones: She’s a Hall of Famer, Hood! A former OCW Champion...she might be the most dangerous opponent in Dylan Thomas’ career!
Hood: Hahaha...sorry, but you got me with that one.
Jones: BAH! Dylan Thomas looking strong. We’ll see him again in one week as he faces Alice Knight for the Savage Championship!
~The fans pop as their CRAZE CHAMPION TAMIKA STRADER appears on the OCWTron with the one and only… WHO’RE. Always more Who’re!! Anyway, Tamika has the Craze title on around her waist, her hands on the top of her hips and is talking to the wonderful Who’re.~
Hood: Oh great, it’s the whore.
Jones: It’s Who’re, Hood.
Hood: Oh yeah, her too.
~Jones shakes his head, knowing they will hear this exchange eventually. Back to Who’re and Tamika, they look ready to begin.~
Who’re: I am here with the OCW Craze Champion, Tamika Strader, who is preparing to face the horror movie we all know as *she visibly shudders* Sadie Ko, in a classic OCW Hazardous Ladder Match up! How are you feeling, Tamika?
Tamika: I am feeling great, Who’re. I found Meghan and got her back here with us. I have my nieces close by. We were able to give you and the other OCW staff that aren’t in-ring talent a special mid-year bonus, which makes us pretty happy.
Who’re: Yes, thank you very much, Tamika, for thinking of us. Especially the Plethora Relief Fund for the families of the OCW staff he has murdered and for the mysterious disappearance of backstage hand, Tre.
Tamika: Ah yes, Tre. Well, that’s the kind of people we are, Who’re. Sure we are a little violent when it comes to wrestling, but we care about the people that make it possible for us to perform for the faithful.
Who’re: This Sunday at Big Game Hunting, you are going to be in an OCW classic stipulation slash gimmick match: Hazardous Ladder Match. Two ladders that are rigged to fail and one good one; how do you feel going in?
~Tamika lifts her shoulder slightly as she answers.~
Tamika: Feeling pretty good. I mean, Marcus Welsh has been trying to kill me since I entered an OCW ring and don’t expect that to change any time soon. I mean, he tried to drown me with the Irish Stew match, then whoever the dork was that came up with 50 Shades of Tarzan was brutal sounding enough for him to pit me against Your Hero, and formerly Calaway’s. My shoulder is barely healed going into this thing.
Who’re: Surely Sadie Ko is a bit of a worry? After the horror she has put me through and the others, she isn’t to be taken lightly.
Tamika: No, of course not, but Ester Alexander beat her, so…
~Tamika winks for the camera.~
Who’re: umm, Easton Alexander, you mean?
Tamika: Tomato/Tomatoe, Jones/Smith.
Hood: HAH!
~ Jones frowns, but before he can say anything, things seem to be getting weird backstage where Tamika and Who’re are. The lights flicker, and Who’re looks around frantically.~
Who’re: No, not again!
Tamika: Who’re, it’s ok. She isn’t here.
~Suddenly, the backstage area fills with OCW staffers walking through on their toward catering to eat, Scruff along with them, and he sees Tamika. Tamika’s eyes go wide.~
Scruff: Miss Strader, we need to talk.
Tamika: Oh, Scruff, my man, I didn’t mean to hit you the other week, the crazy– *cough, cough, cough*
~Tamika starts hacking into her fist and is immediately grossed out by the presence of a gob of black hair, strands coming from her nose and still hanging from her uvula in a way that causes Tamika to double over and retch reflexively. Even Scruff is grossed and backs away from her. If this were a cartoon, the spot where Who’re was standing would be filled with a dust cloud and her hand holding a sign saying “SEE YA” that would zip off after her. Tamika looks around for SADIE KO but the room has filled with the staff and have stopped moving towards catering.~
Hood: Jones, why did they all just stop there? Like, Tamika must feel stupid giving a bonus to all those staffers, and they can’t even avoid walking through a backstage interview!
Jones: I don’t think it’s on purpose. It’s like someone drew them all there! Wait, is that…?
~The fans in the arena notice, as does Tamika. The pasty white-skinned OCW monster with her back towards the Craze Champion. Her head is down, her hands swaying at her sides while the fingers twitch reflexively every so often~
Hood: That thing is terrifying.
Jones: Shhh… you don’t want her to hear you.
~Tamika looks at the hair in her hand and back up, and Sadie is stood, until suddenly she isn’t. Her back arches unnaturally, in a way that would render anyone else paralyzed as her head hangs down behind her, hair drooping down as she glares unblinkingly at Tamika. In flashes, Sadie spins around to a spider-crawl and then zig-zags through the crowd as she gets to closer to her target.~
Tamika: Come on, you creepy bitch, where you— ARGH!
~Sadie zags to coming directly face to face with Tamika and smashes a forearm across the champion’s jaw, sending Strader backwards slightly. Touching her lip, she looks down at her hand and sees blood. Her tongue washes over the cut on her lip, and smiles.~
Tamika: There we go!
~Tamika runs right at Ko, and they begin trading shots with one another; heavy rights and lefts from Tamika, and untrained clubbing blows from Sadie. Soon, the OCW staffers come out of their daze and start panicking.~
Jones: This can’t be good! I think Sadie Ko somehow got them all in there to cause a distraction!
Hood: You could be right, but it’s enjoyable for us all the way over here at ringside far from them backstage.
~Sadie has the Craze Champion by the hair and tosses her into a pile of black equipment casing and cases. Tamika is sprawled out across them and Sadie goes to mount her to try and put her hand down Tamika’s throat, to lock in that horrible Mandible Claw though Tamika fights to prevent it. Knux and the OCW security show up and do their best to get the other staffers out of the area safely before dealing with the OCW wrestlers.~
Jones: Knux is here to save the day! There’s The Knife Man and his pal Machete Phil!
Hood: Where’s Plethora and the MIGHTY SCYTHE when you need them?
~Tamika unclasps her belt and is actually to get a shot across the head of Sadie Ko. One, two, three and four more shots, but the inhuman woman keeps pressing her hand forward, trying to muscle past Tamika’s defense to lock in her trademark maneuver even as she stares down at Tamika with unblinking hatred in her eyes. Knux and Security break their way through, the lights go out and when they come back up Sadie Ko is gone, and Tamika is left fuming.~
Tamika: WHERE IS SHE?!
Knux: Don’t know, ma’am, she’s gone.
The Knife Man: Tamika, let me look you over, please. You are bleeding.
~Tamika looks like she is about to storm off, but she catches herself and starts to calm herself down. She looks to Knifey and nods.~
Tamika: Alright, alright. Let’s go, and you can patch me up in my locker room. Knux, find her and then find me!
~Tamika walks off with The Knife Man and Machete Phil as Knux shakes his head.~
Knux: She finds you.
~As if to prove his point, as OCW officials buzz around like angry hornets, the camera slowly pans up to the rats nest of wires that have been attached to the ceiling, to keep them out of the way. In the mass of darkness and shadow left by this blindspot, it’s easy to miss that at least some of that darkness seems to be moving. And behind that swaying heap of shadow, what look like a pair of eyes glaring out surveying the scene. Then one of those eyes glances in our direction, and the camera whirrs in sudden movement, the cameraman heard running away before he becomes a target, too.~
~Alexandra was walking around the area the huts were in, darkness had fallen and the show was well underway when the camera came up on her just before her match. She seemed to be ready, rolling her shoulders and stretching out. From the shadow's behind her is a figure, with a hoodie and mask, their identity hidden from everyone, including her. She didn't notice him, nor did he make himself known. The camera focuses solely on her and she begins to speak.~
"Brett, you said you'd be waiting for me.. Let's hope that you are ready for what's coming your way, Mr. Daniels."
~She seemed to just be talking, not really paying attention the camera, but fully thinking about what she was going to have to do during the match.~
"Tonight, I solidify my spot in this company and blaze my way to the top. You think I'm going to let you be the one to dethrone the roll I'm on, it's not possible. Tonight the Win is mine. The Queen will see you now..."
~It's just about time for Alexandra to go to war. She makes her way towards where they have the ring set up. The figure in the dark appears closer to her, behind the hut she's by, but close enough that the camera can pick him up. He seems to be watching over her from a distance. As if he's interested in her in some way. Who is this mysterious guy? Cypher would definitely let everyone see him, so who is this guy?~
Alexandra Calaway (2-1) vs. Brett Daniels (2-2)
~The fans of Djibouti are passing around some of that homegrown goodness. Puff, puff, pass the Djiboutian way. Is this a show of support for Bob Grenier? Or, do all these people have chronic back pain? Anxiety? WHO KNOWS. They probably just like the shit. Anyway, a leaf shaped cloud of smoke wafts its way across Belvedere, signaling that he’d better get this announcement going~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first…
~"Midnight rider" by Willie Nelson hits! OCW’s Cowboy, Brett Daniels marches from the back, toting his signature Budweiser. A cowboy hat rests atop his head, tilted forward, hiding most of his face. He downs the beer as he makes his way to the ring, fans reaching out, cheering the BIG AMERICAN GUY on. Daniels reaches the ring, he hops onto the apron, finishes his beer and tosses the bottle into the crowd before stepping through the ropes~
Belvedere: From Snake Hill, Texas...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 252lbs...he is one half of the team that finished as the runners up in last year’s Margarita Mix...he is ‘The Cowboy’ Brett Daniels!!!
Jones: Brett Daniels back in action.
Hood: He needs a win, Jones.
Jones: Cowboys don’t like to lose.
Hood: Then why do they do it so often on the football field?
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The lights go down and "Wicked Ways" by Halestorm starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face~
Belvedere: "From Dallas, Texas, Alexandra Calaway..."
~Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row. Brett keeps an eye on her from across the ring~
Jones: And here we go! Brett Daniels last stepped into the ring in a losing effort against CYPH3R. Calaway managed to avoid a stifling defeat last week by outlasting Tony the Spider.
Hood: One career trending up, the other down. The Cowboy needs to hit big tonight.
Jones: Yep!
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits. Brett slowly removes his expensive cowboy hat, dropping it over the top rope...as he does, Calaway strikes! She runs in and leaps into the air, splashing him into the corner. She blasts him with right hands into the head, sending Brett’s hair flying around, wildly. Daniels is reeling~
Jones: Calaway off to a fast start!
Hood: Hey, the bell rang. Brett should’ve kept his eye on her.
Jones: She appears feral in her movements. Possessed by the allure of viciory.
~Alexandra grabs Brett by the arm and whips him across the ring...but Daniels reverses!! Calaway charges ahead. Daniels runs after her. She reaches the corner, stops and jumps up...Daniels runs underneath her and he slams front first into the buckles. Calaway hits the ropes, she bounces off and she leaps at Brett, taking him to the mat with Slingblade!!! Daniels hits hard, quickly rolling out of the ring, holding the back of his head. Calaway pops to one knee, looking as fierce and focused as ever~
Jones: Time for The Cowboy to recalibrate. His game plan has already been foiled.
Hood: Slingblade! Haven’t seen that one in awhile. A high flying move, for sure.
Jones: When facing these larger opponents, a wrestler like Alexandra has got to get creative, Hood.
Hood: What? You saying it’d be UNREALISTIC if she lifted Brett up for a 10 second delayed vertical suplex? UNPOSSIBLE!
~Brett rubs the back of his head, bending over. Calaway paces the ring, anxiously. Brett turns, heading for the ring. Calaway runs forward, throwing a kick through the ropes. Daniels backs away, avoiding the impact. He looks up like, “Geezus, calm down.” Calaway and her healing forehead and busted lip stare back at him, unwilling to give in to his demands. He places his hands on his hips and turns around, asking the fans if they’ve got a beer because THIS MAN NEEDS A DRINK. Calaway gets frustrated, she looks at Scruf like, ‘Why aren’t you counting?’ But Scruff doesn’t respond...no rules, lazy reffing, ya know. So, Alexandra charges ahead. Brett pauses, hearing the footsteps. He turns, Calaway flies through the ropes with a Suicide Dive!!! But, Brett catches her!!! He charges forward like a bull, SLAMMING her back into the edge of the apron!! She yells out in pain. He holds on, spinning around and smashing her into the African earth with a SPINEBUSTER!! Calaway is down, Brett on one knee, staring at her. The fans pop for THE COWBOY~
Jones: And just like that, her momentum crashed into a brick wall.
Hood: He’s not some douche bag slapping her ass inside a bar. Brett Daniels is a fuckin beast. Calway needs to level up.
Jones: Interesting choice of words there.
Hood: Oh, shut up ya geek.
~Brett grabs a handful of Alexandra’s hair and he slings her into the barricade. Her body hits with such force that she flips over and into the crowd. The fans cheer. Word must have spread that she attempted to murder a few locals who were looking to get some late night action. Daniels stands over the railing...he sticks his foot through the metal bars and jams it into her throat, chocking OCW’s self proclaimed Queen~
Jones: Still no count started by our LEAD ref, by the way.
Hood: Why should he? There’s nobody in charge. Plus, counting is hard, especially for a man with Scruff’s, umm, skillset.
Jones: He’s only got to count to ten!
Hood: Counting to ten is tougher than not counting at all.
~Once he’s choked her enough, Daniels removes his foot and he snags an unlabeled milk jug from a fan, taking a sip of whatever’s inside. His eyes widen, he yells out, “HOLY SHIT” He nods, taking another sip before handing it back. Obviously some homemade alcoholic concoction with one HELL of a kick. He reaches over the barricade and grabs Calaway by the hair, recklessly pulling her to her feet before slinging her over, back to the ringside area. She lands with a thud. He stomps her in the abdomen, keeping her down. He then picks her up and hoists Calaway over his head for a press slam before tossing her through the ropes, onto the mat. She rolls near the center of the ring. Brett stomps up the steel ring steps, each step heavy, foreboding. He reaches the apron and re-enters the ring, patting Scruff on the chest~
Jones: Brett Daniels seems to appreciate Scruff’s lack of officiating.
Hood: Why not? He got to taste some homemade African booze.
Jones: I don’t know what’s more reckless...wrestling in OCW or drinking whatever was in that milk jug.
Hood: Wrestling in OCW.
Jones: Yea, probably
~Calaway rolls onto all fours, trying to return to her feet, but Daniels doesn’t give her an opportunity. He runs forward and soccer kicks the hell out of her ribs! She flies into the ropes, her back jarring against the bottom rope, sending her to the mat. Brett snags her by the hair, ripping her off the mat and slinging her into a corner. She slams into the buckles. Brett reaches forward and he CHOPS her across the chest! The entire nation of Djibouti winces, letting out a resounding “WOOOO!” Alexandra leans forward, into Brett~
Hood: Look at her! She’s trying to make out with Brett!
Jones: No she’s not! She’s barely able to stand!
Hood: What a harlot!
~Brett grabs Alexandra and he tosses her from the corner to the center of the ring with a sloppy hiptoss. She soars through the air, landing HARD on the mat! Daniels approaches...things don’t look great for Miss Calaway. She sits up, in pain...Brett kicks her in the back. She rolls over, onto all fours once again...he grabs her by the hair and yells “ABOUT TO SMACK THAT DJIBOUT!” Calaway surges, she hits Brett with a low blow!!! The Cowboy stumbles to the side. Calaway returns to all fours, still reeling from the onslaught. The crowd boos~
Jones: A low blow by Alexandra Calaway with ZERO consequences!
Hood: THIS IS MAY
Jones: This is...Djibouti.
~Brett manages the pain and goes back after Calaway, mouthing the phrase, “you fucking bitch!” He grabs her by the hair, pulling her up. She fires off with a forearm shot! He is stunned. She tries to break free, but he holds on, spins her around and throws a lariat!! But she ducks!! Alexandra hits the ropes, she bounces off...Brett spins around and throws a big boot!!! She runs under it. She leaps up, jumping onto the ropes, springboarding off and spinning around, grabbing Brett from behind for a springboard bulldog!!! But, he holds on...he gets her in position for an atomic drop...however, Alexandra furiously punches Brett in the head!!! He stumbles...she breaks free, dropping to the mat...she spins around and CRACKS Brett in the head with a V-Trigger!!!! Brett staggers back into a corner~
Jones: Fast sequence there! Alexandra managed to avoid a number of high impact moves to stun The Cowboy! She’s back in this, Hood!
Hood: That woman is fuckin tenacious. No wonder CJ has his eye on her.
Jones: CJ, CYPH3R, and from what I understand...there might be another male suitor.
Hood: Geezus...what is this, the bachelorette? FUCK SAKE!
~Calaway runs forward and assaults Brett with some lefts and rights, she tears at his face with her hands. Daniels fights her off, shoving her hands from his face before leaning in with a headbutt!! His forehead catches her lip, busting open the already wounded area. Calaway stumbles back, feeling her lip, finding blood on her fingers. Daniels charges ahead and he nearly takes her head off with a Big Boot!!! Calaway turns inside out, landing hard on the mat. The people of Djibouti start to rally behind Brett~
Jones: People in east Africa are Cowboy fans...WHO KNEW?!
Hood: I think they’re just anti assault. Calaway assaulted like an entire village at a bar the other night.
Jones: For good reason!
Hood: Hey, she says the gut grabbed her ass. I dunno, maybe she didn’t take the sticker off her pants from the store and he was removing it for her? Ya know, being a good Samaritan.
Jones: I don’t think so, Hood.
~Daniels stands over Calaway, reaching down...she lifts her foot up and kicks him in the face!!! He staggers back into the ropes. Calaway spins over, popping to her feet...her resiliency catches everyone by surprise, especially Brett. She charges forward with another V-Trigger, but Brett ducks. Alexandra turns around...Daniels charges in with a lariat...but Alexandra ducks and hoists him up and over the top rope!!! He lands on the apron, standing. Calaway spins around and steps onto the ropes for a shining wizard...but Brett blocks her kick and shoves her back! She stumbles...she rushes forward, he crushes her with a forearm. She falls back, nearly on her ass, managing to keep it to one knee. Brett steps into the ropes. From behind, we see a figure rushing through the crowd in the distance, leaping over the barricade~
Jones: Calaway is in bad shape. She’s fighting but Brett might be too big, too strong.
Hood: Some dude just jumped the barricade!
Jones: Seriously?
Hood: Yes, in the background! You didn’t see it?
Jones: I was too busy watching the action!
~Calaway fires up, trying to fight Brett off...she throws a punch but he catches her arm and delivers a forearm uppercut that sends her flying backward, blood shooting into the air from her bottom lip. She crashes to the mat, vulnerable. It becomes clear that she’s just about finished in this one. Brett stands over her, hulking, dominating. And then...CRACK!!!~
Jones: What the hell was that?!
Hood: Some dude in a hood...the fucker who jumped the railing, hit Daniels with a chair!!
Jones: Scruff! Call for the bell! DQ him!
~Daniels is clearly hurt. He turns around, reaching for his back...as he does...SMASH!!! The chair is ruined across the head of Brett Daniels!!! The Cowboy falls to the mat, unconscious. The hooded man slings the chair out of the ring, heading for the nearest corner. The fans rise with anticipation~
Jones: CALL FOR THE BELL!
Hood: He’s going to the top. He just wrecked a chair and now he’s going to jump on top of Brett. Is that CJ? Is that...CYPH3R?
Jones: He’s too big to be CYPH3R and, well, I don’t think CJ would be wearing a hoodie. He’s not the guy that wants his actions to be concealed.
~The hooded figure reaches the top...he leaps off and pulls out a picture perfect SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! He lands right on top of Brett!! The crowd gasps...both in awe and surprise. What a move! The man grabs Alexandra and places her on top of Daniels. He points at Scruff while also motioning at the chair...a clear warning. Scruff slides into view with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!
Jones: NO! Daniels was screwed!
Hood: Haha, man...we really are lawless right now, aren’t we?
Jones: Welsh! WAKE UP
Hood: Daniels, like Zybala, just got fucked. Absolutely boned.
Jones: Who is that man...who is that man under the hood?
~Calaway hears the bell. She sits up and looks around, surprised. Scruff helps her up and hoists her arm up in victory. She pulls it down, trying to piece together what happened. She then sees the hooded figure. He’s standing a few feet away, staring at her...his identity hidden. She stares back, unsure what to make of him~
Jones: Who is that and what does he want with Alexandra?
Hood: I don’t know, but she’d better be ready for a second fight. Hooded dudes don’t just run into the ring to hug people.
~Her guard up, Alexandra is ready for anything. The hooded man then turns and leaps over the top rope with great ease, landing on his feet and exiting through the crowd. Calaway doesn’t know what to make of this. Suddenly, CJ and Alice come sprinting down, sliding into the ring behind Calaway~
Jones: The cavalry has arrived! Paramount has hit the ring to protect Alexandra from...whoever that is.
Hood: Well, he's gone now! He got out of there quick. That dude is super athletic.
~ Alexandra cracks a smile inside the ring as O’Donnell checks on her. Alice heads for the ropes, looking out into the crowd, but the hooded man is gone .~
CJ O’Donnell: Are you okay?
Alexandra Calaway: I’m good. Did you see him?
CJ O’Donnell: Ummm … I didn’t know Cypher could hit a move like that.
Alice Knight: Babe … babes … that definitely wasn’t Cypher!! Maybe it was a super hero? Eh?? Like The Batman! Or… um… the Bat-dude… or The other Bat-Person… But it sure as hell wasn’t Cypher…
CJ O’Donnell: Then who da FOOK was that? And why did they help us? Something huge is about to go down here tonight and the foundation of OCW will be changed forever!
Alexandra Calaway: I know for a fact that wasn't Cypher..
Alice Knight: So we agree it was NOT Cypher or DC comics The Batman??? Right??
Alexandra Calaway: Whoever it was.. That was amazing… I need to know who it was.. Because I owe him.
CJ O’Donnell: I will admit that was impressive and sure got my attention. Maybe he is an ally of ours or maybe he is an enemy. We will be sure to get an answer tonight as to whose side they are on...
~ All three members of The Paramount exit the ring as we cut to commercial. ~
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~We cut backstage where Hood is taking a quick piss break. He emerges from the restroom, shaking his junk~
Hood: Whew. Really had to go.
~He stops and sees a special booth blending in with the wall. Very camouflaged. In fact, so camouflaged that the only reason Hood notices it is due to Earl hissing at him~
Hood: Earl, is that you?
Earl: Keep on walking.
Hood: Then why’d you hiss at me?
~Hood suddenly sees the stand. It all becomes clear once he realizes what he’s looking at~
Hood: Oh, burgers. I could go for a burger.
Earl: Don’t.
Hood: Seriously? Five bucks for a double cheeseburger with mystery bacon? Hmmm
~Hood thinks~
Hood: What’s in your secret sauce? You’re not gonna give me something gross, are you?
Earl: I, I don’t know. I think it’s just mustard.
Hood: MUSTARD!
~Hood is about to walk away~
Earl: Yea, but French’s mustard. Not the owl lady stuff.
~Hood sighs~
Hood: Whew, you nearly lost a customer. I’d never eat anything produced by that woman. Okay, I’ll take one double cheeseburger with mystery bacon.
~Earl hesitates~
Hood: Well, hop to it! That tag match is coming up and I gotta be out there. You think the people want Jones calling this shit solo? I don’t think so!
~Hating his life, Earl puts the burger together and hands it to Hood. Hood takes a bite...juices run down his chin as he chews and swallows. His eyes widen~
Hood: Mmmhmmm...this is a tasty burger!
~He gives Earl a thumb up before heading back to his post~
BAM G (3-0) vs. CJ O’Donnell/Mike Zybala (0-0)
~The crowd is on their feet. They’re eager for this one. A few ‘Zybala!’ chants fight their way through the otherwise stifling silence that is the anticipation for what’s about to come. We spot a few fans wearing replica JAM G masks. Dude’s already selling merch. Awesome. Belvedere, inside the ring, is ready to get this shit going~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first…
~“Kings Never Die” by Eminem hits and the fans BOO!!! Their boos increase as soon as CJ O’Donnell steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring. Alice Knight, his queen, is by his side. Together, they march down the ramp, showered by the hate and anger of OCW fans. Alice hisses and points at fans, telling them to shut it. CJ, by now, has learned to completely drown out the negativity. They reach the ring, CJ runs up the steps and enters into the ring...Alice hops onto the apron and CJ sits on the middle rope, creating a gap for her to easily enter. She does. The King and Queen march around the ring, the fans continuing to boo~
Belvedere: From Boston, Massachusetts...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs...accompanied to the ring by Alice Knight...he is The Distinguished...he is CJ O’Donnell!!!
Jones: These fans aren’t happy to see CJ and, by proxy, Alice.
Hood: A lot of people are all up in their ‘feels’ over how CJ won his match last week. Well, they need to get the fuck over it. This isn’t badminton or some lame shit at a country club. These dudes are fighting for survival.
Belvedere: And, his tag team partner…
~“Dreamweaver” hits and the fans GO WILD!! The boos flip upside down into an uproar of cheers!!!! Zybala steps out from behind the curtain, far less hyper than usual. He’s got a crutch under his right arm, keeping the weight off his injured right knee. But, he pauses and raises the crutch high in the air to a HUGE ovation. He proceeds to hobble and limp down the ramp, leaning on the crutch for support~
Belvedere: From Buffalo, New York...standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions...he is Mike Zybala!!!
~Zybala circles the ring, finding his team’s corner. CJ and Alice look down at him from within the ring. Mike leans on the ring post...he removes the tag title from his waist and holds it up, proudly, to another huge ovation~
Jones: Yea, this doesn’t look good. How can this man be expected to compete?
Hood: He’s gonna have to suck it up. Hopefully The fuckin Knife Man shot him up with pain killers.
Jones: Can he even make it to Sunday? That knee looks to be in terrible shape!
Hood: Oh, you know how we do things. We’ll drag his half dead ass to the ring to give the fans what they were promised.
Jones: Classic OCW, baby.
~Zybala hops onto the apron, taking a seat. He then pulls himself up by the ropes, to his feet. The crutch remains on the floor, leaning up against the post. CJ looks at Mike...Alice sighs and turns her back to Mike. CJ looks at Mike’s knee and shakes his head~
Jones: I don’t know what CJ is so annoyed about. He’s the reason Zybala’s knee is messed up.
Hood: He’s gonna have to drag Zybala’s fucked up knee across the finish line. I mean, it may ONLY be BAM G but that’s still a lot of work.
Jones: Yea, well he should drop the attitude. Mike’s all heart. A true warrior. He’ll do everything he can.
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
~WHERE THE HOOD AT hits!!! DMX’s popular song tickles the ears of the Djibouti crowd as they cheer and go wild. Bob Grenier steps out from behind the curtain, moving with a purpose. JAM G is right behind him, looking more confident than ever...even in the face of, ya know, REAL competition. Grenier spits at the ground, his hardened, intense eyes focused on the ring. CJ’s energy picks up...his pacing gains focus...he feels the threat of competition heading his way~
Belvedere: The team of OCW Hall of Famer Bob Grenier and former Outsiders star, JAM G. They are...BAM G!!!
~Bob hops onto the apron. JAM G hustles up the steps...together they enter into the ring. CJ heads for Bob. Bob heads for CJ...but Scruff gets in the way...finally doing something to maintain order. CJ and Bob hurl insults at each other. Alice jumps in...Bob turns and says, “Shut up, bitch!” CJ lunges at Bob with a punch...Bob shoves Scruff aside and obliges, hitting CJ with a punch...the two men begin to brawl. Alice goes after Bob, but JAM G rushes forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing her into a corner, holding her back. The crowd is going wild!! Belvedere exits, quickly~
Jones: A brawl has broken out! Before the bell!
Hood: Bob insulted Alice. Something we’ve seen before...many times before...but not with CJ around.
Jones: He’s very protective over his ‘queen’
~CJ’s quick jabs have Bob reeling! He reaches back for a haymaker, but Bob ducks, picks CJ up and drops him with an Atomic Drop!!! CJ dives forward, falling through the ropes, to the outside! Alice gasps...she knees JAM G in the stomach...he falls to the mat. She dives out of the ring to check on CJ. Bob helps JAM G up. Zybala looks down from the apron at his teammate and escort~
Jones: First real impact of this move goes to BAM G!
Hood: We all know how tough Bob is. If you’re gonna brawl with him, you’d better be ready for a brawl.
Jones: Yep
~CJ gets to his feet, holding his tailbone. Alice rubs his back...he turns, gives her a kiss and dives back into the ring. Bob and JAM G are in their corner...CJ yells at them to fight him. JAM G motions for Bob to take the apron. Bob laughs and says, “No, not this time.” He pushes JAM G to the ropes...JAM steps through them, a little thrown off, but understanding. He stands on the apron...Bob turns toward CJ. Scruff calls for the bell and it rings! We’re officially underway~
Jones: The past few weeks Bob’s been urging JAM G to start the matches. Give him the chance to build some confidence. But, not this week.
Hood: Well no shit. CJ isn’t exactly the fuckin Viagra Boys. Ultimately, Bob wants to win.
Jones: He’s gonna have to trust JAM G in the ring with some of our top stars if they stand a chance to win anything of value, Hood.
~Bob and CJ circle one another. Memories of the wars they waged years back no doubt flash, briefly. A new war about to be waged. They lock up! The crowd goes wild! Bob whips CJ into the ropes...but CJ reverses. Bob hits the ropes, he bounces off and CJ spins around with an elbow. But Bob catches him from behind, hooking him by the waist. He tries to throw CJ over with a German Suplex, but CJ blocks it, grabs Bob by the head and hits him with a jawbreaker!!! Bob stumbles into the ropes~
Jones: Great counter by CJ. I know some may view JAM G as a liability, but he’s still 100%. I don’t know if CJ is going to get anything out of Zybala tonight.
Hood: If not, it’s a handicap match.
Jones: Yep, so he cannot afford to get behind.
~CJ runs forward, throwing a knee into Bob’s shoulder. He whips Bob off the ropes...Bob charges across the ring. He bounces off the opposite ropes and CJ runs at him, flying through the air with a knee...but Bob ducks the knee!! CJ stumbles into the ropes. Bob spins around and lunges at CJ with a clothesline!! He sends The Distinguished over the top rope and to the outside!!! The fans go wild!! Alice rushes over, checking on him. Grenier storms around the ring, fired up...he stops and looks at Mike, who is wearing his tag title, putting no pressure on his right knee. Bob stares at the knee, thinking~
Jones: He’s not gonna kick that knee, is he?
Hood: I mean, I would.
Jones: Bob’s got heat with just about everybody in this company...that includes Zybala.
~CJ crawls toward his corner’s ring post. Bob stares at Zybala’s knee...Mike prepares to defend himself. Alice yells up, “HEY BOB!” Bob looks down at Alice, “What do you want, WHORE!” The fans cheer! Alice gasps and backs away, offended. Bob leans through the ropes to say more but...THWACK!! He falls backwards, onto the mat. CJ is holding Zybala’s crutch. He drops it and dives into the ring, kneeling over Bob and punching him in the head with right hands. The fans BOOOOO~
Jones: No fair! He just blasted Bob in the head with that crutch!
Hood: I think it was an accident. He was worried about Mike’s knee and tried to hand it to him. Bob’s giant Canadian head just got in the way.
Jones: Probably the LEAST likely scenario of what just happened.
~Grenier fights CJ off him, shoving him away and rolling over, onto all fours. CJ pops back to his feet and he runs in, throwing a kick at Bob’s head. Bob moves!! CJ hits the ropes. He turns around...Grenier gets to his feet...CJ rushes forward with a couple of strong right hands into Bob’s head...blood hits the mat. Bob’s scar tissue has been ripped open. The blood runs down his face, he tastes it...his eyes widen, he blocks CJ’s punches...he responds with fists of his own!! The fans chant “BOB! BOB!” CJ is reeling backwards. Bob whips CJ off the ropes, he flies across the ring...he hits the opposite ropes and SLAP!!! CJ holds onto the ropes, pausing. Zybala steps into the ring!!! The fans go wild~
Jones: Mike just tagged himself in!
Hood: So he’s physically lame and he’s mentally stupid. WHAT A COMBO
Jones: He’s a competitor, Hood. He wants to compete.
~CJ yells at Mike. He steps through the ropes, reaching out, trying to tag back in, but Mike hobbles out of reach. CJ stomps on the apron. Alice yells in, ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ screaming at Mike. Mike heads for Bob...Bob dives in like a crimson faced bullet, taking Mike’s knee out!! Mike flips over landing on the mat, clutching his knee!! The fans groan. Grenier rips the tag title away from Mike’s waist and stands over him with it. He then looks at CJ and tosses the tag title out of the ring, “I’m not a bitch” he informs O’Donnell. Furious, CJ tries to get into the ring, but Bob runs forward and hits him with a forearm, knocking him from the apron to the floor. Alice runs over to check on him~
Jones: Bob making a statement. He’s not going to use the title like CJ did to beat Zybala.
Hood: Some statement. Zybala’s knee is already fucked. CJ did the job last week!
Jones: Well, be that as it may, the statement resounded with CJ...getting under his skin.
Hood: Yea, well CJ already got under Bob’s skin, literally. Dude’s face is soaked in blood.
~Mike tries to get to his feet but Bob runs forward and he kicks Mike in the knee, sending him back to the mat. Bob stomps on the knee, methodically, keeping Zybala grounded. The fans don’t like this, beginning to boo the OCW legend. Grenier grabs Mike’s leg...he holds it up...he then falls to the mat with an elbow across the injured joint. He holds onto the knee, bending and twisting it, trying to get a tap out. Mike is experiencing intense pain...Scruff asks him if he wants to give it up, but Mike refuses, like the warrior he is. Suddenly, the camera cuts...we see the curtain fly open and out steps TLS!!! But, he’s not alone! Behind him is ANOTHER TLS...only this TLS is HUGE. A massive man in stature, and muscle. He follows TLS to the ring as the fans look on, in awe of the size of the second TLS~
Jones: What is THAT
Hood: TLS and...TLS 2?
Jones: That man is HUGE! He’s got to be AT LEAST 6’5 and two fifty!
Hood: TLS threatened he would seek a new partner. Are they coming down to the ring to take that tag belt away. Is Mike too weak to run with TLS?
Jones: I’d hope not. Wait...you remember last week? That woman, yelling at TLS...saying “HE’S GETTING OUT”...is that...is that who she was referencing?
Hood: Hmm. Could be.
~TLS and the GIANT TLS reach ringside. They flank the ring, each taking a side that is neutral. Bob sees TLS and shakes his head, ‘figures’. Mike reaches the ropes, forcing a break. Grenier lets the hold go and stands, he turns to grab Mike but stumbles back upon seeing the GIANT TLS. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” he points, eyes wide. Grenier suddenly feels a little claustrophobic, closed in. Two men in the TLS mask surrounding him. Zybala crawls toward Bob, trying to get back into the fight. He stands, but stumbles, falling back to one knee...Bob snaps out of it and he kicks Mike in the face, sending him back to the mat. Grenier heads for his corner and he tags...JAM G into the match! He points at Zybala, “He’s done. Finish it.” JAM G nods and he hops over the top rope and into the ring, showing some impressive agility~
Jones: Bob handing the keys over to JAM G.
Hood: Uhh...well, I mean Mike is working with one leg. But, still. JAM G trying to pin Mike Zybala…
Jones: The janitor did it and he cleaned people’s shit for a living.
Hood: True. Nothing is nastier than the janitor. Okay, JAM G’s got a shot.
~JAM G instantly goes for Mike’s knee...he holds it up and tries to lock in a figure four...it’s clear JAM has never done this move in an actual match, and he gets confused. Mike lifts his good leg and he kicks JAM in the gut, sending him stumbling back. The fans pop! Mike crawls for the ropes...he pulls himself up...he hops on one leg. JAM G faces him and Mike dives at JAM, taking him down with a clothesline!!! Both men hit the mat! Mike immediately grabs his knee while JAM suffers to recover from the blow~
Jones: JAM G is down! Mike’s got a chance! If he can tag CJ in there they’ll win!
Hood: Unbelievable. YOU BLEW IT, JAM G
Jones: The match isn’t over yet, Hood! He’s still in there with a badly injured opponent.
~CJ extends his arm, yelling at Mike to tag him. The GIANT TLS looks at CJ. CJ’s anger seems to fill the GIANT TLS with energy...energy to fight. He starts to move and pace. TLS looks from across the ring, the expression on his mask turns to concern. Zybala, holding his knee, sees CJ with his arm out. Zybala nods, hearing CJ yell, “GET YOUR FOOKING ASS OVER HERE!” Zybala starts to crawl. GIANT TLS paces...he slaps the apron...he kicks at the barricade...his body is coiling, tensing up...he’s feeding off the hate and anger of CJ~
Jones: This giant that TLS has brought to the ring is riled up. CJ’s anger has him ready to fight. Like a bomb about to explode.
Hood: Yea man, a true Ghostbusters 2 moment! CJ, quit yelling or the slime is gonna get you!
Jones: CJ has no idea...he’s too focused on the match, as he should be.
~CJ screams, ‘C’MON YOU FOOKING IDIOT!!!’ Zybala is getting closer. Alice catches the GIANT TLS out of her peripheral and she slowly turns her head. She sees him rip at the barricade and pull it up before shoving it back, knocking a whole row of fans over. She leans back, eyes wide. He turns, seeing her reaction. He heads toward her~
Jones: Uh oh. Run Alice, Run!!
Hood: That dude wants to FIGHT. Where the hell did he get released from? I’m thinking they made a mistake.
Jones: It’s gotta be prison, Hood. That’s the only thing that makes sense to me.
~CJ berates Zybala, cursing him out, trying to get him to make the tag. GIANT TLS tosses the ring steps aside. They crash loudly. Alice backs up...he reaches her and he throws her aside, she slams into the barricade. Zybala tries to tag CJ, but GIANT TLS pulls CJ off the apron before Zybala can make the tag!!! CJ hits the ground and is like ‘WTF!’ But GIANT TLS reaches out and he starts to choke CJ. The crowd doesn’t know whether to cheer or boo. TLS looks on...his unwillingness to do anything speaks volumes~
Jones: He just threw Alice aside like she’s nothing and now he’s choking CJ out!
Hood: He pulled CJ off the apron before Zybala could make the tag. Mike’s all alone now!
Jones: CJ’s aggression sent this guy into a frenzy. Unreal!
~Alice gets up to help CJ...but he holds his arm out, telling her to stay back. The raw strength and anger of this man is too dangerous. He doesn’t wanna see her get hurt. She does as he asks, looking on, yelling for GIANT TLS to let him go. CJ’s eyes dim...he’s just about choked out. GIANT TLS hoists him up before SLAMMING him into the ground. CJ hits hard...he coughs, he’s barely able to move. Zybala sees all this from inside the ring. He yells, “HEY!” GIANT TLS turns, staring at him~
Jones: Uh oh, Mike. That’s not the wisest move.
Hood: This dude is scary. Like what the fuck.
Jones: CJ is knocked out. Alice has been told to stay back. Zybala is in the line of fire...is TLS gonna do anything to stop this giant?
~GIANT TLS steps up onto the apron. Mike gets to his feet, hobbling back to create some distance. As he does, JAM G rolls him up!!!! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings! The crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Here are your winners...BAM G!!!!!
Jones: JAM G just rolled Zybala up for the win!
Hood: Fuckin hell! See, Mike? See? You create this monster in Outsiders and now your little monsters are all pinning you!
Jones: The second outsiders member to score a pinfall on Zybala.
Hood: Pretty fuckin brutal. However, trouble isn’t over.
~GIANT TLS enters the ring. JAM G is celebrating. Bob reaches in and grabs him, “GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE” he yells, pointing at GIANT TLS. JAM G sees him, yelps, and dives out of the ring. Together, BAM G exit the ringside area to celebrate their breakthrough victory. Zybala sits up, shocked. The ominous shadow of GIANT TLS swallows him up. He looks upward at the menacing figure. Zybala’s eyes widen as he backslides away until he hits a corner. GIANT TLS approaches, breathing hard, fists clinched~
Jones: Somebody get Mike out of there! That man is going to seriously hurt him.
Hood: I mean, does this do TLS a favor? If Zybala is put on the shelf by this...this thing...does TLS get the OCW Title Shot or does he face a replacement...someone like CJ?
Jones: I couldn’t tell ya...nobody could. Our leader is MIA
~Zybala closes his eyes, fearing the worst. But, TLS rushes in and he gets in between GIANT TLS and Zybala. He backs GIANT TLS, talking him down. Zybala slowly opens one eye...he sees TLS coming to his aid and he breathes a sigh of relief. TLS manages to get GIANT TLS out of the ring. He urges him to leave...as he does, he walks by the corner Zybala is laid up in. Zybala looks at TLS...TLS looks back at Zybala...it’s a strange look as TLS abandons his partner, accompanying his giant counterpart backstage~
Jones: TLS getting that monster out of here but, in the process, leaving his partner behind.
Hood: TLS probably saved Zybala so he could still face him on Sunday. A one legged man should be pretty easy for TLS to handle...giving him his first ever shot at the OCW Title.
Jones: Yea, I don’t know. They don’t look like much of a team now. But, he did SAVE him, so there’s that.
Hood: I think he saved a lot of people, if we’re being honest. That dude was going to fuck some people up.
~Alice is checking on CJ. He sits up, holding his throat. She rubs the back of his head, CJ looks at Alice, “Who the FOOK was that?” Alice has no answer~
Jones: Crazy. The anarchy continues. CJ and Zybala suffer a tough loss thanks to the destruction imposed by a giant man dressed like TLS. CJ is left confused and Zybala alone, in the ring, abandoned by his partner.
Hood: That match is gonna be crazy. Tag team champions facing one another. A GIANT TLS is now factored into the equation. Not to mention, CJ.
Jones: It’s all building to a match that will be remembered for a very, very long time. The winner of which will get the opportunity to challenge for the OCW Title. We are six days away, fans. SIX DAYS.
~Zybala exits the ring, hobbling severely. A crew member goes to hand him his tag title, but he pushes him away, bending over and grabbing it himself. The fans go wild! He heads up the ramp, beaten, broken, but not defeated. He reaches the top of the ramp and holds his belt high, unable to put any weight on his right knee. The fans chant "ZYBALA! ZYBALA!"~
Jones: Zybala's got a lot of thinking to do between now and Big Game Hunting. Fortunately, he won't have to rely on his partner on Sunday...they'll be adversaries.
Hood: Maybe they'll punch their issues out on Sunday. Make them a stronger team.
Jones: He's also gotta deal with that giant TLS. Whoever that is, he's going to be a factor.
Hood: Yea, he looked ready to kill Zybala. TLS had to pull him away.
Jones: He's a scary force, no doubt.
~CJ is in the ring. He's rubbing his neck, irritated, angry. He kicks at the ropes. Alice is trying to calm him down. But CJ is irascible. He's apoplectic! They lost to Bob and JAM FUCKING G. He yells, "THEY FOOKED ME!" He's furious he had to team with a one legged Zybala. Alexandra hits the ring, she, like Alice, tries to calm him down~
Jones: CJ is furious. I'm not sure he's going to leave that ring. He wants a do-over. A rematch. He feels like he was screwed and, well, he kinda has a point.
Hood: Yea, an injured partner. That giant monster attacking him. It's all a bunch of bullshit but, hey, what's new...CLASSIC OCW, BABY!
Jones: He's gonna have to leave...the show has to go on!
~CJ stops. He overhears someone laughing. He turns and sees a man in a ‘CHAD VARGAS: YEA I SAID IT’ t-shirt. He’s had it. CJ hops through the ropes. Alice and Alexandra look at each other like ‘OH NO’. CJ grabs the guy and yanks him over the barricade, slinging him into the ring~
Jones: No!
Hood: Why is a guy in Djibouti wearing a Chad Vargas shirt?
~CJ slides into the ring and he starts to beat the fan down. The fan didn’t come alone. His buddy, a fairly large man, grabs the chair he’s sitting in and he hops the barricade~
Jones: CJ better look out! That fan is coming in to rescue his friend!
Hood: CJ’s gonna be on the losing end of a riot if he doesn’t get this shit straight!
Jones: We need help!
~The fans slides into the ring. He pops to his feet with the chair but he’s suddenly OBLITERATED by a huge superkick from..THE HOODED FIGURE~
Jones: The Hooded Figure! He just hit the ring to save CJ from getting whacked by that chair!
Hood: The plot thickens.
~Alice and Alexandra both rise up, stunned by the hooded man’s agility and strength. They back up, creating some distance. CJ stands and boots the fan out of the ring. He, too, steps back, creating some distance~
Jones: Things are heating up. This man interfered in Ally’s match and now he’s out here, back in Paramount’s business.
Hood: Yea, but both times he’s helped them. So, what gives?
Jones: I think we’re about to find out!
~ CJ O’Donnell is standing in the middle of the ring as he is about six feet from the hooded figure. You can feel the intensity inside the arena and CJ is waiting for this hooded person to make the first move. Alice and Alexandra are standing behind CJ but both of them have their fist up just in case this hooded person wants to go. Alice pulls out a microphone from the back of her pants and hands it to The Distinguished One. ~
CJ O’Donnell: Let me guess the GOLDEN person sent you because he was too scared to show his or her face.
~ No movement from the hooded figure. CJ waits to see if they answer but nothing which only pisses off O’Donnell more. ~
CJ O’Donnell: So you are just gonna stand there and not say a word. You think silence is golden. Wrong, I am the Golden One. I have all the power as I have the Golden Phone. No one can tell me what to do.
~ CJ takes two steps forward and so does the masked figure inside the ring. They are almost nose to nose as CJ continues to speak. ~
CJ O’Donnell: Maybe you haven’t realized but this is a different OCW now. Paramount is in charge. Not Knife Man. Not Cap Slock. Not Marcus Welsh. We do what we want when we want. So I advise you to take off that stupid hood and reveal your face to the world …
~ CJ turns around to Alice and Alexandra as they are very interested to see who is under the mask. ~
CJ O’Donnell: Wait you're not a hideous looking creature are you. We all know why TLS wears his mask but are you his brother or something.
~ For the first time the masked man shakes his head from side to side. Alexandra still prepared to fight, looks at CJ and the masked man.~
CJ O’Donnell: Then who da FOOK are you? Reveal yourself or get an arse kicking …
~The mask slowly comes off to reveal The Rocketman, Ed Houston! He has a wide smile on his face. The crowd looks a little shocked. The last time he was seen he was causing some mischief for NASA but seeing him laying out a fan favorite doesn’t compute. They are shocked to silence as Ed takes the mic in his hands. CJ has a huge smirk on his face. ~
Ed Houston: This is certainly a surprise isn’t it. CJ, OCW hasn’t changed, but you haven’t changed a bit. I’m back, OCW. It looks like you all left me. No one even cared that I was gone for months. Except CJ, did. He reached out. I told him, perhaps I would return in time. I waited for a fan to reach out to tell me how much they missed me. Noone did. So now I’m here. Ready to join The Paramount. Ready to win. Ready to show the OCW universe what they have been missing out on.
~ CJ and Ed give each other a fist bump. CJ raises Houston’s left arm to a chorus of boos and they both eat it up as O’Donnell begins to speak …~
CJ O’Donnell: I am glad you finally saw things my way Ed. These fans didn’t deserve someone like you. You gave them everything in the ring and when you took some time off nothing. They showed their true colors but I would like to be the first one to say Welcome to The Paramount! It is time to change the way things work around here in OCW. Consider the foundation of OCW shook.
~Alice Knight is gently handed the microphone from CJ. She takes center stage and looks over the Paramount team.~
Alice Knight: Look at this team. Look at what is in front of you OCW… The Distinguished CJ O’Donnell. The Dark Queen Alexandra Calaway. The Rocketman Ed f’n Houston. And me, The Night Owl, Alice Knight… we will not be stopped. The Paramount will always stand the highest in the company… deal with it. Deal. With. It! Hoot, bitches. Hoot!
~Alexandra is shocked as she smiles over at Ed, her gaze softens and she comes face to face with the man who saved her in her match earlier. She offers him her hand nodding softly.~
Alexandra Calaway: First things first, Ed.. Thank you for what you did earlier. Two, this is Paramount.. The best of the best, the only team who matters. Rather than fighting amongst ourselves, we empower each other. Show each and everyone of you that despite all the years we have given of our lives.. To people like you.. You all have abandoned him.. Abandoned me even. What kind of fan does that to someone? Huh? Well.. all of that aside, it does matter anymore, because The Paramount, will MAKE you remember. By taking out everyone you love.
~Alexandra takes Ed’s hand, holding it up, while her other hand holds up CJ’s arm, seeing that he raised Alices. The scene fades to black with THE PARAMOUNT team’s logo on the tron.~
~The camera cuts to the parking lot where a man in a black fedora and matching trench coat can be seen pacing back and forth. Though his white mask obscures his face, it is clear that he is acting erratic.~
TLS: Man, he's out and he's here. Fuck. He's out of control.
~Suddenly a large bird flies directly above his head causing him to jerk and take up a fighting stance. He stays in that position for a few seconds before letting his guard down and resuming the pacing.~
TLS: Stupid birds...
~A faint rustling can be heard from a wooded area a few yards behind the lot. TLS quickly turns his head in that direction but no movement can be seen.~
TLS: Can I control him? Will he follow the rules? 2 Extreme for TV worked all those years ago, but now?
~TLS turns and begins walking toward a side entrance to the arena. As he reaches to open the door, it is opened from the inside, almost smashing TLS in the face. He screams out.~
TLS: What the hell? You almost took my head off!
~From the other side, Amick Dogeron appears, still wearing a mask of his own having changed into a black t-shirt and shorts. He’s pulling a small suitcase behind him.~
Amick: Oh, yeah... sorry. I didn’t see you there. TLS, right? Anyway, again, real sorry about that. Have a good evening! I’m sure we’ll get a chance to catch up later.
~TLS looks the man up and down, then shrugs as Amick begins to walk toward the parking lot and presumably to a vehicle. TLS turns to go back inside, but pauses.~
TLS: Hmmm... there’s something familiar about that guy.
~He thinks for another second, then begins pacing one more time.~
TLS: Hey wait!
~Dogeron stops in his tracks but doesn’t turn to face TLS.~
Amick: Yeah?
TLS: Do I know you from somewhere?
Amick: Don’t see how, tonight was my first night in OCW. I gotta get going though. I’ll see ya soon.
~With that, Dogeron resumes walking out into the parking lot and soon is out of sight. TLS stares out into the vast darkness, cocks his head as if thinking, then resumes pacing again.~
TLS: What if I can't control him? 2 Extreme for TV. What if he...shit!
~It's as if TLS realizes he has no idea where the giant TLS ran off to. He exits off screen to find him. The scene fades to black.~
Sadie Ko (9-1) vs. CYPH3R (4-2)
~It’s Main Event time! Fans prepare for the worst, after what happened with Batbear last week. Sure, CYPH3R isn’t a bear. He may be more BUTT3R than bear. But, there’s the propensity for wild shit to happen whenever THE GHOST gets into the ring. Sadie Ko’s presence is imminent and the entire aura in Djibouti gets tense. Belvedere speaks~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!!! This match is a singles match and it is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first…
~"Fortune Days" by the Glitch Mob hits! The crowd boos. The defeater of Proud and Strong Veronica...Twitter’s biggest agitator...the hacker himself...THE SUPERIOR DESIGN, CYPH3R makes his appearance. He steps through the curtain and down to the ramp. A fan nearby is having trouble checking his email. CYPH3R reaches out, touches the guys phone, and he instantly has access to all his emails. The fan thanks CYPH3R...but CYPH3R ignores him. As soon as CYPH3R walks past the fan, his phone shakes and catches fire. CYPH3R reaches the ring, walks up the steps and enters through the ropes~
Belvedere: From Adelaide, Australia...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 125lbs...he is The Superior Design...he is...CYPH3R!!!!
Jones: CYPHER back in the ring...back in the main event. This man is quickly rising to the top of OCW.
Hood: Yea, he gave Veronica a big, spooky L a few weeks back, kinda like what he just did to that fan’s phone. Now, can he bust the ghost?
Jones: Sadie Ko defeated CYPH3R in a triple threat while we were stuck on THE ISLAND. A loss he, no doubt, wants back. Tonight, he gets that chance.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The lights slowly flicker and die, and the arena mostly goes black even as various lights still try to fight and remain on, it seems some force is preventing them. The titantron screen suddenly flickers to grainy black and white footage, showing a variety of images~
~A facedown view of a woman's hand placing itself on a cutting board, a kitchen knife soon coming into focus~
~A very dusty, abandoned wrestling ring, the ropes undone and laying limply and pathetically. Inside the squared circle, is a circle of white salt. Suddenly, some force seems to cut through the salt, breaking the sacred circle even as the sound of a knife cutting through flesh and chopping into a cutting board can be heard~
~A shot of a cloudy overcast sky, even as a murder of crows fly frantically in a circle. On a closer inspection, the crows are flying backwards~
~The screen goes completely black, and the lights don't try to flicker, instead the entire erena is pitch black. Until a few seconds later, because suddenly we're seeing grainy film of a long narrow, black hallway. There is a figure in the distance, crawling toward the camera with her hair in her face. Suddenly she's miles away, writhing on the floor. Suddenly she's walking again, closer than before and staggering with hurried steps toward us. Another cut, and now when she comes back she's crawling toward us, and is right next to the titantron. She puts a hand on the camera screen, and a pale white hand pushes out into the world itself. The form of Sadie Ko crawls through into our reality, free falling and hitting the metal ramp hard enough for a dull dead 'THUD' to ring out through the arena. And as if nothing happened, she rises slowly to her feet as heavy breathing fills and floods the PA system. It gets louder and louder and becomes the droning of horrible noise, until finally the droning wailing guitar of 'Blackbirds Fall' fills the sound system~
~With that, the lights flicker back on before dying and flickering back intermittently. Sometimes they are bright yellow, sometimes purple, sometimes blood red or blinding white, and they don't stop until Sadie finally gets to the ring, and crawls over the bottom rope like a spider, and rising to her feet in the middle of that sacred squared circle. Sadie Ko is ready to fight!~
Jones: And there she is. Arguably the most feared competitor on the roster.
Hood: Aside from GIANT TLS.
Jones: Ugh, don’t remind me. Sadie Ko has a date with Tamika Strader in 6 days for the Craze Title. But tonight, she must attempt to spook CYPHER into submission.
Hood: CYPHER has all he makings of being a main eventer, much like Sadie. Ya know, this could be a match we look back on and say “Ha, two OCW legends main eventing a massacre.”
~Belvedere promptly exits. Nobody likes hanging with a ghost. Scruff remains in the ring and he calls for the bell. The people of Djibouti are on their feet and cheering...it’s main event time!~
Jones: And here we go!! CYPH3R already cemented his status around here by defeating Veronica Strader. If he takes Sadie Ko down, we’re talking about a guy who might find himself in OCW Title talk sooner rather than later.
Hood: Dude could be on the fast track, no doubt. He has everything this place looks for...but so does Sadie Ko.
Jones: Sadie’s lost exactly one match, to Easton Alexander. If she stops CYPH3R tonight and then trumps Tamika at Big Game Hunting she could very well be in contention for an OCW Title shot.
Hood: Two rising stars. No sense in making them wait. If they’re ready, they’re ready.
~CYPH3R paces, keeping a watch on Sadie. Sadie’s one eye tries to stare right through CYPH3R but he isn’t budging. He’s been in the ring with Sadie. He’s been through a lot, actually. Like Easton, he’s not gonna flinch. Not yet, anyway. CYPH3R turns his head for a moment, hearing something...he turns back around and Sadie is upon him. She reaches out, grabbing at his face!! CYPH3R stumbles back, trying to fight off her unnatural strength. Sadie’s got him bullied in the corner, her pale hands digging, clawing at the most vulnerable areas of his head. CYPH3R responds with a gut punch. The force sends Sadie backward, giving him some relief. CYPH3R throws a side kick into Sadie’s body. She staggers back again. CYPH3R throws a front kick, this one sends Sadie into her corner. CYPH3R runs forward, throwing a roundhouse kick...but Sadie catches his leg!!! CYPH3R hops around on one leg...Sadie jerks on his leg and CYPH3R spins around, landing front first on the mat. Sadie retains hold of his leg...she suddenly glitches, sitting on top of CYPH3R and pulling his head back, trying to fish hook his mouth~
Jones: Sadie off to a faster start than last week. I’m not gonna pretend I have any idea what goes through her mind...but last week Easton got the jump on her and it resulted in a win.
Hood: The greatest learn through defeat. She’s obviously gonna do her best to not let CYPH3R get the momentum early on.
Jones: CYPH3R’s had a rough week, chasing what might be a ghost. And, tonight, he faces a ghost.
Hood: CYPH3R might as well become a ghost hunter.
~CYPH3R realizes he’s in a dangerous spot, so he grabs Sadie by her wet, stringy hair and he tosses her forward...she tumbles over CYPH3R. CYPH3R pops to one knee. Sadie is crouched, her back to CYPH3R. CYPH3R stands...Sadie suddenly contorts backwards and begins to spider crawl toward him. CYPH3R’s eyes widen as he moves to avoid her. She moves glitchy and way too fast...too quick...too adroit. CYPH3R finally takes a stab, jumping up and bringing both feet down at Sadie, but she dodges the impact. He lands, both feet into the mat, jamming his knees. He stumbles, wincing. Sadie rises from behind him and she spins him around and delivers a throat thrust!!! CYPH3R stumbles backward. Sadie follows that up with an eye rake!!! CYPH3R is blinded, he reaches for the ropes, for support...but he whiffs and he falls through the ropes, onto the apron, before landing outside the ring~
Jones: Man, it’s creepy calling her matches. Imagine being in the ring with Sadie Ko.
Hood: CYPH3R spends a lot of time with Alexandra. Not much should scare the guy.
Jones: Hood!
~CYPH3R decides to take a moment, rubbing his eyes. He looks to the ring but Sadie is gone. He looks around, nervously. A sense of dread hangs above. He looks up and finds her, standing atop the buckles. She suddenly flings her body haphazardly off, tumbling down and landing on top of CYPH3R!!! Both competitors land violently on the ground. Sadie instantly shoots back up to her feet. CYPH3R remains down. Sadie rips him off the ground and she whips him into the guardrail. His back SLAMS into the metal. Fans scatter, not wanting to draw the attention or ire of Sadie Ko. Sadie drills CYPH3R in the head with a double axe handle...he leans into her...she sends him reeling back with a forearm strike. Sadie then grabs CYPH3R and rushes forward, tossing him through the ropes and back into the ring! Everybody gasps at the ease with which she pulled the move off. CYPH3R hits the mat and rolls...he sits up and quickly back slides against the ropes, holding his head, in pain, but also thrown, like the fans, that she threw him so easily into the ring~
Jones: Unbelievable. Every time Sadie performs she raises the ceiling on what she can do.
Hood: Yea, even CYPH3R is a bit shook. The BUTT3R of OCW is melting!
Jones: You can’t let Sadie beat you with fear. It’s the biggest hurdle against her. You’ve got to stay strong!
~CYPH3R has no time to recover. Sadie suddenly appears in the ring and she slowly crawls toward him, keeping that ominous eye locked in on her target. CYPH3R tries to crawl away, but he’s up against the ropes. Sadie is soon bearing down upon him. CYPH3R lifts a leg and he boots Sadie right in the face!! Her head turns. CYPH3R gets both feet up and THUD! He double boots her in the head, sending her tumbling away. CYPH3R pulls himself up using the ropes. He shakes off whatever trepidation he might be feeling and he goes after Sadie~
Jones: Survival instincts kicking in!
Hood: Literally!
Jones: CYPH3R’s in a position to be the aggressor. Let’s see if he can keep Sadie Ko down long enough to earn a three count!
~CYPH3R stands over Sadie. She suddenly shoots off the mat into the spider walk position. But CYPH3R swallows his anxiety and he picks Sadie up and drops her over his knee with a Backbreaker!!!! Sadie, however, remains up, her back bent, her head pointed down at the mat. CYPH3R backs up, stunned. Sadie then rises, turning her head, focusing her eye on CYPH3R. CYPH3R is in fight or flight mode, so he fights. He delivers a roundhouse kick that spins Sadie around. He grabs her from behind and tosses her over with a Tiger Suplex!! He bridges into a pin!!! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3...NO!
Jones: Kick out by Sadie!
Hood: She doesn’t get pinned that often and, one of the few times she did, she lost to Easton. Thought that might have been it. Ya know, like she doesn’t understand the urgency of kicking out.
Jones: Well, if she didn’t before, she apparently does now.
~CYPH3R rolls over, onto all fours. Sadie flips all the way over, onto all fours. CYPH3R gets to his feet. Sadie remains in her position. CYPH3R charges forward with Download Complete (Kinshasa)!!! But Sadie glitches out of the way. CYPH3R’s body dives through the ropes, but he holds on, spinning around and landing on the apron. He frantically looks for Sadie, locating her near the center of the ring, rising. He jumps up and springboards off the top rope...Sadie catches him on the way down, grabbing his neck by both hands and lifting him up with a two handed choke!! CYPH3R kicks and punches, Sadie lifts him up higher and higher...he can’t breathe. He suddenly pulls his legs up, hooks them around Sadie’s head, slings his body around and throws her across the ring with a Hurricanrana!!! Sadie’s body crashes against the middle rope...she leans over it, arms draped outside the ring~
Jones: Tremendous reversal by CYPH3R! He’s doing a great job, thus far, of countering Sadie’s more damaging moves.
Hood: Yea, usually when Sadie gets her hands on someone it’s over. But CYPH3R keeps avoiding disaster.
Jones: As we saw with Easton, experience seems to be helping CYPH3R’s cause as he faces Sadie for a second time.
~Sadie spins around, quickly. Staring at CYPH3R...he charges at her with Cutscene (Shining Wizard)!!!! But Sadie glitches out of the way. CYPH3R adjusts, jumping onto the middle rope. Sadie stands behind him...he leaps off, spins around and SMASHES Sadie in the face with Download Complete!!!! Sadie falls to the mat!!! CYPH3R jumps on top of her for the pin! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3...NO!!!
Jones: Sadie kicks out again! Man, he caught her flush with that kick.
Hood: Dude’s adapting to GHOST SPEED. He’s hanging with the most unnaturally quick ‘athlete’ we’ve ever had.
Jones: Perhaps that’s why he’s called The Superior Design.
~CYPH3R is on his knees...SO CLOSE. Sadie rises off the mat like some creature rising from the grave. CYPH3R scrambles to his feet, stumbling back. Sadie turns, glaring at him...she glitches upon him and reaches for his mouth, but he dodges her hand. He spins around, hooking her by the waist, but she spins around and is face to face with The Superior Design...her eye gazing into his...he tries to break free...she raises her hands and SMASH...a double axe handle that nearly sends him crumbling to the ground...his arms dangle at his sides. Sadie hoists him up over her head with tremendous ease...she stands there, CYPH3R looks like he’s levitating~
Jones: Unreal. Light As a Feather, Stiff As a Board.
Hood: More like Stiff as a BROAD! Cause she’s a chick and she’s, ya know, dead...GET IT?
Jones: 2/10.
Hood: Aww, c’mon!
~Sadie suddenly drops CYPH3R...but it’s a controlled motion. He lands on his feet, in a daze. Sadie then lunges forward and BLASTS him with a lariat!!! He flips back, landing in a folded up position, his knees almost next to his ears. Sadie stares down at him for a second, before glitching to the ground and crawling around him. CYPH3R’s eyes open and that EYE of Sadie is burrowing down into his consciousness...he suddenly kips up! Sadie glitches up, behind him...he spins around, she boots him in the gut, hooks him and tosses him into the corner with a Snap Suplex!!!! CYPH3R’s body crashes against the buckles before falling, front first onto the mat~
Jones: CYPH3R is losing ground. This match is slowly leaning Sadie’s way.
Hood: Does she even have stamina? Is there even the threat of tiring her out?
Jones: I couldn’t tell ya.
~Sadie crawls up CYPH3R’s back. CYPH3R looks up in horror, feeling the unnatural movements and temperature of his opponent. She grabs his head and immediately locks him in a Koji Clutch!!! CYPH3R yells out in pain!!! Sadie’s strength is immense. It’s muscle tearing, bone breaking. CYPH3R might have tapped, IF he weren’t so close to the ropes. He reaches out, snaring the middle rope. Scruff hesitates before diving in to tap Sadie on the back for a break. Upon feeling his touch, she lets CYPH3R go and she shoots upward, staring down at Scruff. Scruff backs away, hands up~
Jones: Tamika blasts Scruff with a chair and now Sadie intimidates him for the SECOND time. I don’t think he’s gonna be pulling for either competitor on Sunday.
Hood: Might need to have Gruff in there.
Jones: Yep. But, at least he did his job and broke that hold. Otherwise CYPH3R may have been injured.
~CYPH3R hurries to his feet, scrambling...he’s in pain, but his mind is racing. He reaches his feet...he runs toward Sadie and he hits BOOM, HEADSHOT (SUPERKICK) to the back of her head!!! She staggers past Scruff, into the ropes. CYPH3R reaches out, grabbing her arm...she takes control, moving forward, scooping CYPH3R up and slamming him onto the mat!! He’s down. Sadie climbs up the ropes...not from the corner, but from the middle of the ropes...they barely move. She reaches the top and she paces, unnaturally. The top rope barely bending...she then leaps off and drives a knee into CYPH3R’s skull!!!! The fans can’t believe it. He’s done. Her movements are inexplicable. She dives on top of him and Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
NO!!!
Jones: CYPH3R with the shoulder up! He’s hanging on by a thread!
Hood: This woman is insane. Like, did she have to take a physical? If so, I wonder what her results looked like?
Jones: I think she’s undead proof that we don’t test anybody.
Hood: I think you’re right.
~Sadie looks down at CYPH3R, studying him. As she does, we hear a commotion from the fans. Our camera cuts to find TAMIKA STRADER heading to the ring from backstage. She’s got a chair in her hands and she looks determined. The Craze Title is around her waist. Scruff looks down at her, kinda upset...remembering that headshot. Tamika reaches ringside and looks up, “I’ve got your back, Scruff. I won’t let her hurt you.” Scruff stares down at her, wanting to believe~
Jones: Tamika accidentally hit Scruff with a chair shot a few weeks back. Now she’s out here, I guess, to make amends.
Hood: Insurance, Jones. If Scruff is reffing her match on Sunday, she doesn’t want him to still be salty over that chair shot.
Jones: Yep and Sadie has already stalked him once. So, I guess she’s out here to give him confidence it won’t happen again.
~Sadie’s attention suddenly jolts toward Tamika. Tamika doesn’t back down, she’s got her chair ready, standing on the outside. CYPH3R sits up, holding his head. He frantically looks and feels around, wondering where Sadie is. He pops to his feet and sees that she’s looking down at Tamika. CYPH3R’s advantageous gear shifts and he sneaks up behind Sadie, hoisting her up on his shoulders for Game Over (GTS)!!!! The crowd rises. He tosses Sadie up, but she glitches down to the mat on her feet, behind CYPH3R!!! She suddenly reaches out and grabs him, trying to lock him into THE GRUDGE~
Jones: Sadie glitched out of Game Over and is close to forcing CYPH3R into a situation where he’ll have to submit!
Hood: He’d better do something. Dude’s just about out of luck.
~Tamika watches on with great intrigue, taking this moment to not only appeal to Scruff but scout her opponent. CYPH3R bends his knees and pushes off the mat...he flips over Sadie!! He lands behind her! He tries to pick her up, but she avoids his grasp and turns around, she reaches out and sticks her hand in his mouth!!! CYPH3R’s eyes widen~
Jones: Oiwa's Lantern!!
Hood: FUCK
~CYPH3R is up against the ropes. Scruff steps in, trying to break the hold, but Sadie reaches out, grabbing him by the mouth, trying to hook Oiwa's Lantern on Scruff!! Tamika slides into the ring...this is her chance to save Scruff. She moves forward...Sadie lets go of Scruff and CYPH3R...she glitches around, facing Tamika. Tamika pauses. She snaps out of her momentary lapse and reaches back with the chair, Sadie just watches. Scruff reaches up and he takes the chair away from Tamika~
Jones: Scruff getting some form of payback, ripping that chair from Tamika!
Hood: I mean, she hit him with it once before. He probably doesn’t want lightning to strike twice.
~Tamika looks at Scruff like “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” He tosses the chair out of the ring, she turns back around facing Sadie only to find that Sadie has a chair! The chair she snared last week. Sadie reaches up and CRACKS Tamika over the head with it!!! Tamika falls back on the mat, knocked unconscious. Scruff looks at Sadie like “Where’d that chair come from?!” He tries to reach for it, but it vanishes. Sadie then turns around...but CYPH3R is waiting...BOOM, HEADSHOT~
Jones: Sadie laid Tamika out with a chair but just got superkicked by CYPH3R!
Hood: Shit’s breaking down in the main event AGAIN!
~CYPH3R pulls Sadie in and on his shoulders...he hoists her up and brings her down with GAME OVER!!!! Sadie starts to fall back...CYPH3R rolls her up, using her momentum to aid in the process...he puts all his weight on her legs and Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...CYPH3R!!!!!
Jones: CYPH3R wins!! His streak continues!
Hood: Huge win...but Tamika’s appearance did throw things off.
Jones: It sure did. A fact I’m sure Sadie won’t be too pleased about.
Hood: Yea, but CYPH3R doesn’t give a shit. Another win for the Superior Design! Straight BUTT3R!
~CYPH3R sees the carnage. Tamika is down. Sadie remains down. He quickly bails. He’s done his job and he wants nothing more to do with either of these competitors for the time being. Scruff looks down at Sadie. She’s looks about as peaceful as you could imagine. Almost like she’s in a temporary state of stasis. He turns to Tamika...Tamika suddenly comes to and immediately sits up, dazed. Her head is busted open. A trail of blood runs down her face...she tastes it with her tongue...her eyes move upward toward Scruff before over at Sadie. She reaches for her chair, but it’s gone. She then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring...she feels around her waist, finding the Craze Title~
Jones: I’m not sure Tamika knows where she’s at right now.
Hood: She’s just trying to get away and gather herself. Regroup.
Jones: No telling how hard that chair shot was from Sadie.
Hood: Was that even a real chair. I mean, what the fuck?
~Tamika blinks a few times, showing signs of head trauma. She then spots the chair she brought and she hurries for it. She picks it up and looks back at the ring...but Sadie is suddenly standing, staring down at her, holding her chair. Tamika backs up, taken by surprise. A skinny, meandering trail of blood running down her face, emanating from a swelling, bruising split in her forehead~
Jones: I’m not sure Tamika wants to head back in there. Scruff took the chair from her, so he’s clearly not on her side and, well, Sadie is waiting.
Hood: AND SHE HAS THE HIGH GROUND
Jones: Yes, for whatever that’s worth.
Hood: Consolation? She might have cost Sadie this match.
Jones: Something I’m sure Sadie will remember heading into Sunday. Just like Tamika will remember that chair shot.
Hood: And chairs are legal in a Hazardous Ladder Match, right?
Jones: They most certainly are. Folks, these two will settle their difference in just six days at Big Game Hunting in a Hazardous Ladder Match!
Hood: But, hey, let’s not forget CYPH3R! He wins another main event!
Jones: Yep. CYPH3R moves to 5-2 and is putting himself in some serious title contention.
Hood: Time for him to start taking on the big boys.
Jones: I absolutely agree.
~Tamika and Sadie continue to stand off, holding their chairs. Tamika motions for her title and delivers a message to Sadie, letting her know that nobody is taking that Craze Title from her. Sadie, of course, has minimal reaction. Suddenly, everything glitches...the lights go out for a second...they come back and Sadie is gone. Tamika staggers back, shocked. She looks around like, “where did she go?!”~
Jones: And, like that, Sadie is gone.
Hood: And Tamika is feeling a little bit like Batbear right now. SHOOK.
Jones: This Sunday at Big Game Hunting Tamika Strader will face an opponent unlike any she’s faced before as she defends her Craze Title against Sadie Ko in a Hazardous Ladder Match! Don’t miss it!
~Tamika drops her chair and looks around, gobsmacked. Scruff marches past her, without giving a glance or word of acknowledgment. We slowly cut away~
~Backstage we see the black jeans of someone. As the camera pans up the legs we reveal a chest covered in tattoos. Going even further we see it's the face of OCW's Head Of Security, Knux. He stands by the building's entrance with is arms folded looking for any suspicious activity. Alice Knight enters the scene still getting a good pop from the audience inside the arena. She stands next to Knux.~
Alice: Hey, Knux.
Knux: Alice...
Alice: How are you doing?
Knux: I'm cool...
~Alice waits for Knux to ask her the same question. He doesn't'~
Alice:... Me? I am also cool. Very cool. The coolest-hippity-dipitest wrestler on the roster.
~Alice laughs as she gently nudges Knux with her elbow to no reaction from him. ~
Alice: You know I have a big match at Big Game Hunting, right? Against Dylan Thomas. The A-LOSER... Now, while I am super confident I can beat Dylan with my in ring skills alone. I mean of course I can, I am The OWL is NIGHT damn it! Hoot!
~Alice makes a few quiet 'hoots'. Knux doesn't react.~
Alice: You see Dylan and myself both respect each other inside the ring. I said it before, Dylan is one of the most under rated starts in the OCW. But I really can't afford to lose this one. So... have you seen the movie I, Tonya?
Knux: Nope...
Alice: Well it's about figure skating... but to put it in a wrestling like scenario... it's about this super talented athlete who hires some goon to take out her opponent before that person can perform. Things really didn't work out for her... but she didn't do it right. She hired the wrong kind of goon. So that's why I am going to offer you 50 dollars, Canadian, to use this crowbar...
~Alice pulls out a crowbar~
Alice: ... and using this crowbar... an 'accident' happens to Dylan Thomas before our match at Big Game Hunting. Ehhhh? What do you say, ol' buddy? 50 dollars.... Canadian....?
Knux: Can't help you out Alice... good luck anyway... Oh... and you smell like shit... see ya.
~Knux sniffs around before walking off camera. Alice watches him leave with a insulted stare. She angrily throws the crowbar down to the concrete floor. As she pouts, she then she takes a quick sniff under her arms. She shrugs smelling wonderful as usual until she looks down by her feet. She rolls her eyes when it is revealed the disgusting OCW Syren Championship is causing the smelly odor. Sighing, she grabs the belt by the end strap and drags it behind her walking off screen.~
~The fans pop loudly as VERONICA STRADER is shown on the OCWtron walking around in the backstage area. Her snake skin cowgirl boots click with every step she takes, and a number of men and women watch her tightly hugged denim lower half walk by them as they gawk. She is sporting an black Outcast t-shirt and her TransAtlantic title belt gripped in her left hand. She has a look of pure determination on her face.~
Jones: We’ve already seen Tamika and Sadie Ko go at it, do you think we’ll see Veronica and Dan will come to head and trade blows?
Hood: Depends if Dan is already getting head and doing some blow.
Jones: Hood, seriously man.
~The fans pop again as Veronica runs into her mother, MEGHAN STRADER and her sister CARA STRADER.~
Meghan: Hey babe, still no luck?
Veronica: Ugh, no. Can’t find them anywhere. Plus, Marcus won’t see anyone still, not even his Chosen One.
Cara: How did you get that name?
Veronica: I think it was Smith who called me that. Why?
~Cara just shrugs, and wonders off suddenly. Meghan chuckles.~
Meghan: That girl, so sweet, but she would lose her head if it wasn’t attached.
~Veronica just nods, her eyes focused on her surroundings. Meghan turns and looks behind them, and the Strader sneer creeps across her face. She gently puts her elbow into Veronica’s side. She looks at her mother curiously.~
Veronica: What?
Meghan: Danger Boiz.
~Veronica looks down the hall and sees CRAZY CHRIS and DANGEROUS DAN from behind walking down the hall. Veronica starts running and Meghan follows suit.~
Jones: looks like the target has been found.
Hood: Love “pre-pay per view fight” fights!
~ Veronica lets out a visceral scream as she runs and dives through the air.~
Veronica: ARGHHHHHHHHH!
CRACK!
~Veronica brings the faceplate of the TransAtlantic strap down across the face of Dangerous Dan as Meghan spears Crazy Chris into a pile of boxes, sending them everywhere. Dan tries to get back to his feet as Veronica brings the belt again across his head again as Meghan sends left and rights into the face of Crazy Chris.~
Jones: Where’s Knux and security?! Veronica is gonna give Dan a concussion before their match on Sunday!
Hood: So? See it’s when I see Veronica do stuff like this that shows me that she is proud and strong!
~Dan is bleeding from his nose, as he thinks quickly grabbing Veronica by the boot and yanks it causing her to fall backwards, her head bouncing off the concrete floor in the back.~
Jones: Oh, guess she’ll have one too.
Hood: The OCW gods always righting a wrong. Classic OCW, baby!
~Meghan turns when she hears Veronica’s head bounce giving Chris the moment he needs. He grabs a handful of her raven black hair, and yanks her off. He gets up and kicks the Matriarch across the face sending Meghan to all fours. Dan grabs Veronica by the hair, lifts her up and throws her into the wall. She turns at the last second so her back takes the brunt of the impact. Dan is on her immediately with his left forearm across her throat. He gets right in close and we can see his lips say “That title is mine”.~
Veronica: *strained voice* Like fuck it is!
~Veronica with her right hand thrusts it into Dan’s crotch and grabs onto his junk squeezing with all her might until he lets go. Crazy Chris sees what’s going on and goes to save Dan but Meghan is already back up on her feet, grabs his arm, causing him to turn around, she yanks him in and lays him out with short-arm clothesline. She is a inch from his face as she yells at him.~
Meghan: Cowgirls ARE STILL better than you!
~Before she can kick him in the crotch, the Knife Man grabs her from behind pulling her back as she keeps sending her foot forward trying to kick him. Machete Phil is able to get inbetween Dan and Veronica who were starting to slug it out, as Knux and his security detail are able to pull back the attacking Danger Boiz. The fans are going nuts for the fun violence.~
Jones: Knux and his team once again put to work tonight! Dan and Veronica were gonna kill each other.
Hood: Well he got in her business and while I think Cypher was gonna beat her anyway, she wanted to get him back for involving himself and hitting her with her precious title belt.
Jones: Eleven years and Meghan still has no love for the Danger Boiz.
Hood: Right, we should be able to watch that match once the PWA shows have been added to the archives. The dork who has to do that should have fun, hah!
~Tamika and Cara appear, Cara going to her mamabear and Tamika to her niece as the commotion has filled the backstage area with anarchy.~
~ We go backstage for the final time tonight Marcus Welsh is in his office talking to Knife Man and Machete Phil. The door flies open as “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell walks in with a purpose. Knife Man and Machete Phil both look terrified with fear. CJ points to Knife Man and Machete Phil. ~
CJ O’Donnell: You two leave as I need to talk business with Marcus.
~Knife Man and Machete Phil look at one another and then look at Marcus.~
Marcus Welsh: I’ll be fine don’t worry about me.
~ Knife Man and Machete Phil leave the office as CJ is staring at Marcus. ~
Marcus Welsh: Well, let’s hear it. I assume you’ve been waiting weeks to speak with me...what’s on your mind? If I had to guess, knowing you, you want to be added to the OCW Title match THIS Sunday.
CJ O’Donnell: Nope…
Marcus Welsh: Then you must want to be added to the match with TLS and Zybala for the #1 Contender?
~ CJ nods his head in a side to side motion. ~
CJ O’Donnell: Come on Marcus I thought you knew me better than this..
~ Marcus thinks for a moment as CJ just stands there with a smirk on his face. ~
Marcus Welsh: Then what do you want?
CJ O’Donnell: It is very simple really. I can feel that shit is about to get real … real quick. A _war_ is coming. Friends will become enemies. Enemies will become friends. Lines are already starting to be drawn. This Golden Phone owner thinks he holds all the cards. The truth of the matter is they don’t. I don’t give a flying FOOK who owns the phone. The golden phone doesn’t mean shit. It is all a mind fook. They are a pussy.
~ Welsh just nods his head in disapproval. CJ slams the golden phone on the desk of Marcus. The screen is cracked and Marcus looks worried.~
CJ O’Donnell: When did you become such a pussy? No one should have that much control over you Marcus. You are the epitome of what an Owner should be. You are extremely innovative. You think outside the box unlike other places. You don’t have these blinders on like most people. You see the entire picture.
~That worried look has vanished and it looks like Welsh is getting his confidence back. O’Donnell then grabs the golden phone and throws it as hard as he can against the floor. The golden phone shatters into pieces and a look oh what the fuck did you just do comes across Marcus’ face.~
Marcus Welsh: WHAT? WHY? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?
~Welsh dives on the floor, trying to salvage the broken pieces~
CJ O’Donnell: Like I said this golden phone holds no power over me or anyone in OCW. We hold all the chips now. They have to come to us now.
Marcus Welsh: You still never told me what you want?
CJ O’Donnell: You need to have my back when the war happens. I want your complete backing and support of you no matter what he does to these golden people. And after we save OCW from this bump in the road. I want _my_ shot at the OCW Title one on one. I don’t care who has it, I deserve this golden opportunity.
~ Welsh thinks for a second before giving his answer. ~
Marcus Welsh: You have yourself a deal. I just hope you know what you just got yourself into.
CJ O’Donnell: Oh and you're welcome.
Marcus Welsh: What am I thanking you for?
CJ O’Donnell: For saving your arse! Don’t worry OCW will prove why we are the best of the best. I have more tricks up my sleeve than Houdini.
~Welsh looks up, from his knees, holding the pieces of the broken golden phone~
Marcus Welsh: Evidently.
CJ O’Donnell: Oh, and one more thing.
~Welsh lowers his head~
Marcus Welsh: What?
CJ O’Donnell: You can’t have a Pay Per View without CJ O’Donnell. So...why don’t you make me the special referee for Zybala and TLS?
~Welsh sighs and nods~
Marcus Welsh: Anything else?
CJ O’Donnell: I’ll let you know if anything comes up.
~CJ strides out of the scene with more confidence than usual. Welsh leans back against the couch, staring at the golden phone pieces in his hands. We cut away~
Jones: CJ is the special ref for TLS and Zybala!
Hood: And he’s going to get an OCW Title shot.
Jones: And...and….AND...Welsh has promised to have his back in regards to what’s heading OCW’s way!
Hood: What IS heading OCW’s way?
Jones: I don’t know, but whatever it is, CJ’s got some serious insurance.
Hood: The guy is a mastermind at this, no doubt about that. He went from being off the card at Big Game Hunting to suddenly being involved in arguably the second biggest match. He’s right in the OCW Title picture.
Jones: I don’t know what this means for TLS and Zybala...but it certainly thickens the plot.
Hood: Yep.
Jones: Folks, Big Game Hunting is just SIX days away! It'll be LIVE from Djibout!
Hood: Straight Outta!
Jones: Will Welsh regain control of this place? What titles will change hands? Who will make a statement? Don't miss Big Game Hunting a night that is sure to alter the course of OCW moving forward.
Hood: Can't fuckin wait!
Jones: For Hood, I'm Jones signing off...we'll see you in SIX days LIVE on Pay Per View!
~We cut away~