LIVE! June 6th 2022
FROM Madison Square Garden
In New York City
~We open Massacre with a shot of Welsh’s Tesla driving off a bridge into a not very deep but probably, very dirty river flowing right outta Djibouti. Had to get one more in. A shot of the red tail lights reflecting from down below hangs for a few seconds before fading into a shot of Marcus Welsh! He’s backstage at Madison Square Garden. Typically, he’d look as proud as can be, owning a promotion that has sold out the sport’s most famous venue. But, not tonight. Tonight he’s pissed. He’s pissed because his Tesla is ruined. He had to go to a Djibouti hospital. And, The Knife Man overcharged him on all those mental health sessions. In other words, he’s sick of being sick and tired of being fucked with. It’s time to take control~
Marcus Welsh: Yes, I’m fine. Thank you all so much for your concern.
~A LITTLE bit of sarcasm by our majority owner~
Marcus Welsh: I especially appreciate Mojave LLC for contacting me to ensure I’d be able to make it tonight. They are clearly going to hold up their end of the bargain should anything set me back, long term.
~We’re not sure if he’s being genuine here or if it’s some sahara desert level dry sarcasm~
Marcus Welsh: But, as you can see, I’m fine. Whatever it was I landed in…
~Welsh shudders~
Marcus Welsh: Was very buoyant and thick and, well, whatever...I don’t want to talk about it.
~He closes his eyes, his throat looks thick, he struggles...but he swallows. He reopens his eyes~
Marcus Welsh: And while physically I look fine, mentally, I am not. Mentally I am enraged. I am enraged because I have been pushed and pushed and pushed. I’ve allowed those beneath me to toy with me, to manipulate me, to damn near drive me insane. My benevolence or good nature or whatever you want to call it nearly cost me this company and it damn near cost me my life. So, tonight...it ends.
~Welsh slowly rises, staring into the camera~
Marcus Welsh: The best way to deal with a bully is to punch that son of a bitch right in the nose.
~This man has never been more serious~
Marcus Welsh: And, tonight, before we go off the air, I am going to expose who is behind The Golden Phone.
~The fans inside MSG go crazy. Welsh smiles~
Marcus Welsh: You hear that, big guy? That’s right. The games are over. You get your ass over here and you meet me in the ring. This ends, tonight.
~We abruptly cut from Welsh to Jones and Hood. The MSG crowd is cheering...”OCW! OCW! OCW!” they’re on fire, pumped to FINALLY find out who holds the Golden Phone~
Jones: Fans, that message was taped hours earlier. The fans inside this arena and all over the world have been buzzing over who the owner of the Golden Phone might be!
Hood: The man’s fed up. He kinda got lost, but his head is on straight, I think plunging head first into a river of shit and waking up inside a third world hospital is enough to do that to any man.
Jones: He’s promised to deliver the identity of the person holding the Golden Phone. And, he’s promised to do it TONIGHT. You think they’ll show up?
Hood: If they don’t, he’s gonna out them anyway. They’d lose a lot of respect, I think. No showing would be a huge win for Welsh.
Jones: That’s a good point. Whoever is behind the Golden Phone has a lot of pride. People with pride don’t like to hand over easy wins.
Hood: Nope. He’s showing up. Mark it down.
Jones: As if tonight couldn’t get any bigger...folks we’re going to find out who is behind the Golden Phone!
Hood: FINALLY. Hope whoever it is has help because not only is Welsh angry with them, but Paramount will likely be gunning for them, as well.
Jones: The landscape feels as though its shifting, Hood. Unstable. These are uncertain times.
Hood: Makes things exciting.
Jones: It certainly does that, in a sense. Folks, we’ve got a stacked lineup for you tonight. Some brand new faces that management is extremely excited about in Claudius Augustus and Chester K!
Hood: Hey, don’t forget about Killa Kali.
Jones: He’s not new, Hood.
Hood: He feels new to me, man. I haven’t seen him in twenty years...ahh, so great to have him back.
Jones: If by great you mean he could murder one of us at any given moment during any moment he’s out here at ringside then, okay. That’s your definition of great. But, for me...I’m a little apprehensive.
Hood: Pussy.
Jones: Meghan Strader returns to singles action. One of our financiers who have received far less respect than they deserve.
Hood: What are you talking about? Until last week the Strader’s owned half the singles titles in this place. Fuck off.
Jones: We’ve got the Sons of Krayzie returning to tag team action as well as the Machine Cult! The Tag division continues to build under neath the champions, TMZ.
Hood: You always know when your tag champs suck. A bunch of teams suddenly join and start competing.
Jones: Well, yea, that’s one way to look at it. A match I’ve been excited for all week will go down as CJ O’Donnell will look to hold off one of OCW’s top newcomers, Easton Alexander.
Hood: Easton’s something, man. That guy just keeps marching forward. That’s why he’s going to be a champion...and it won’t take very long.
Jones: And, finally, our main event...three of the most talented individuals on the roster. Bob Grenier, the legend. CYPH3R, a man who looks to be putting together a legendary career. And, Amick Dogeron...an unknown who has quickly shown OCW that he is a major threat.
Hood: I don’t even know with that one, man. Another one of those matches where there are NO clear favorites. Bob’s been undefeated in that tag team with fuckin JAM G. CYPH3R hasn’t lost in forever and it’s not like he’s been fighting scrubs. Meanwhile, Amick just earned a Craze Title shot while going toe to toe with one of the greatest legends in pro wrestling history. Yea...that’s gonna be a wild one.
Jones: It’s all tonight. Stick around and enjoy the action!
~Marcus Welsh is sitting in his office. It’s been a few hours since his huge announcement about the Golden Phone. He’s staring at his cell phone, tapping his fingers on the desk, obviously anxiously awaiting the Golden Phone owner to reach out and step up. Suddenly, Welsh’s his door explodes, kicked in by a raging Killa Kali. Outside, OCW secretaries scatter as Lady Rage gestures with a shotgun for them to leave. Both are wearing bulletproof vests and look quite annoyed~
Marcus Welsh: Hey! What is the meaning of this?
Killa Kali: You the punk ass that sent me this one day contract shit?
Marcus Welsh: Well yeah, It’s been a long time since you wrestled. So we —
~Welsh stops talking as Killa Kali slams a piece of paper on the desk and gestures at it~
Killa Kali: Theres the contract. The new one. Sign that bitch.
~Marcus Welsh picks up the contract and looks shocked. It has one sentence, and it just says “Killa Kali is now signed to OCW and can do whatever he wants.” Welsh sputters as he reads it~
Marcus Welsh: This seems a little outrageous even for OCW standards.
~Killa Kali has placed the .357 he was wearing in a shoulder holster against Marcus Welsh's head~
Killa Kali: Look Here’s whats going to happen. It’s going to either be your signature on this contract or your brains. You decide.
~Suddenly TLS and Mike Zybala in a wheelchair appear just in time~
Mike Zybala: Whoa, what's going on here? No need for violence. We can talk this out. (turns to TLS) Do something man.
~TLS stands there as if he is enjoying seeing Marcus Welsh in this predicament. The cameras fade~
Jones: What? Why did the camera just cut? What's going to happen to Welsh?
Hood: He's dead. RIP.
Jones: All that work done to firm things up in Welsh’s psyche is quickly being undone. A gun to the head? Geezus. This is INSANE!
Hood: Exactly.
Jones: This day has already started going sideways for Marcus Welsh but...the night is still young, very young. Let's head to the ring for the debut of Chester K!
Chester K (0-0) vs. The Raging Skull (0-1)
~We cut to the ring where The Raging Skull stands in his corner, arms folded. The fans try to get a RAGING SKULL chant going but the man himself isn’t feeling it. He is refusing to climb the corner~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring...THE RAGING SKULL!!!
~The fans all yell “RAGING SKULL!!!!” Skull lowers his head, frowning, saying some curse words. The guy is still pouting over his embarrassing loss two weeks ago~
Belvedere: And, his opponent….
~"Why Can't We Be Friends?" by WAR plays as red and purple lights alternate off and on throughout the arena. Chester K emerges from the back with a smile stretching from ear to ear and struts out onto the stage. A cannon on each side of him blasts off sending hundreds of dollar bills with his face stamped on it up and floating down onto the crowd. Chester rolls into the ring and takes to his corner~
Belvedere: From Miami, Florida...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 285lbs...Chester K!!!!
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Jones: Chester is a big guy, but look how huge the Raging Skull is. He's massive.
Hood: I'm not sure what you're actually talking about, but hey it's pride month. Nothing wrong with that.
Jones: I'm talking the man Hood. Geez. Get your mind out of the gutter.
~Chester K and the Raging Skull meet in the center of the ring. Chester is jawing at the Skull. Raging Skull grabs Chester K by the throat and delivers a chokeslam~
Jones: look how he just manhandled that Man hood.
Hood: he jerked him right into the air.
Jones: uh oh Skull is going for the cover.
1
2
3.....NOOOOO!!!
~Chester lifts a shoulder up. Skull grabs Chester by his mini afro and stands him up~
Jones: Chester looks pissed.
Hood: yeah I heard it's not okay to touch a black person's hair.
~Chester with a quick low blow to the Raging Skull followed by some punches. Raging Skull is reeling as Chester whips him into the turnbuckle. Chester points to the Skull then runs and delivers a splash on the big man. Chester quickly grabs the Raging Skull by his horns and drags his Skull along the ropes. The ref motions for Chester to let go. Chester flips the ref off, them puts the Raging Skull in a full Nelson. He leans back and drops him with a full Nelson slam. Chester climbs the ropes and goes all the way to the top. He leaps off and delivers an elbow!! Chester stays on top of the Skull and goes for the pin. He puts his feet on the bottom rope for leverage~
1
2
3!!!!
Jones: Chester K made quick work of the Raging Skull there. That was impressive.
Hood: seems like the Raging Skull is just mild agitated now...…
Belvedere: The winner of this match...CHESTER K!!!!!
Jones: Impressive win for Chester K. WE haven’t heard much from Chester K since he signed but he looked good tonight.
Hood: He’s a big dude and, well, he’s better than The Raging Skull. So, that’s something.
Jones: Chester K with the impressive debut. We’ll see where he goes from here...but just from the simple ‘eye’ test...he looks to be yet another talent with the ability to make an impact in OCW
~The MSG NYC OCW fans pop loudly as the OCWTron lights up and THE COWGIRLS FROM HELL strut in through the backdoors of the arena. Tamika undoes her dark green leather jacket revealing a new SHE-LS shirt from the OCW Store and her Craze Championship done up tightly around her waist. Meghan is stunning as always, her long raven hair falls over her shoulders and a black Veronica Strader t-shirt also from the store.~
Jones: There is our current reigning Craze champion Tamika and her big sister, Meghan, our financiers, the Cowgirls From Hell!
Hood: I have been around a long time Semi-New Smith, and everyone has tried to straight-up commit homicide when facing off against Tamika, and she might be one of the Strongest and Proudest wrestlers we have ever had. That bitch just won’t die. Roach tried, My Hero tried, and the ghost lady tried as well and yet there she is.
Jones: Indeed. Between her and Veronica, they truly bleed the red and black of OCW.
~The sisters talk quietly amongst themselves when they are stopped by the newest OCW employee, EDDY BUEGER! The ugly bastard waves his razor blade gloved hand at Tamika as Meghan raises the right side of her brow looking at his dirty brown hat, red and green sweater and filthy pants.~
Tamika: Eddy my man! Did you get the job?
Eddy: I sure did, bitch!
Tamika: Hell yeah! Eddy here is the new hairdresser for OCW.
Meghan: I see… well, my hair is fine. Goodluck with that… Eddy.
Eddy: Appreciate it, bitch!
~He slinks away around the corner as Meghan looks to her sister quizzically.~
Meghan: Where do they find these people?
Tamika: Well I met him overseas in Africa and he pulled STRAIGHT OUTTA DJIBOUTI with us so I got him the gig here.
~Meghan laughs.~
Meghan: Of course you did.
Tamika: Are you still dead set on performing tonight?
~Meghan just nods yes.~
Jones: the Craze Champ seems worried that Meghan is wrestling tonight. I wonder why?
Hood: I’ve learned not to ask questions when it comes to this family that has infiltrated us. They dock my damn pay every time. I am just about even again.
Jones: I guess your mouth can’t cash checks huh?
Hood: Not lately.
Jones: That’s a shame. Folks, stick around, more Massacre when we return!
~The OCW feed cuts suddenly. It fades to a high angle helicopter camera shot of a large and luxurious gated oceanfront mansion compound. The copter cam hovers high above as the garage door rolls up~
~Just a moment later, a yellow and black late model Stingray Corvette exits the garage and down the driveway. It turns left outside the gate where its then joined by several motorcycle mounted police. At a high rate of speed the group of motorcycles lead and trail the American ‘exotic’ muscle car~
~The copter cam footage cuts, returning to regular OCW programming~
~Claudius Augustus walks the backstage halls, the same sneer on his face as always. He enters the locker room where in the middle of the lockers stands the Greek god Zeus statue that was seen in his sanctuary. He walks up right in front of it, stares it in the face as if it were another person, and begins to speak.~
Claudius Augustus: Tonight is the night. Here, in one of the most historic arenas in the world, I am going to prove why I have been chosen to sit on the throne. Why this crown adorns my head.
~Augustus inches closer, now almost touching foreheads with the statue.~
Claudius Augustus: Why I deserve to be called CAESAR! I have many doubters, many naysayers. However, if they could only see what I see. If they could only have the ability to jump into a future where I was on the throne ruling over all, they would see just how perfect this world could be.
~Augustus backs up from the statue, never losing eye contact. He pokes his chest out a little further and his sneer gets a little more sinister.~
Claudius Augustus: But these idiots can’t even see past their fat bellies. The world is full of maggots who have followed the wrong path for centuries. Followed false gods such as you Zeus. You are one of the many reasons the people of this planet are fallen. Tonight I will slay you, put you to rest once and for all. Free the people of the chains of burden that are their fruitless prayers and idol worship.
~Caesar begins to pace in front of the statue, his favorite activity when spouting his world domination rants.~
Claudius Augustus: Tonight, Zeus, you will see how mighty the true god Jupiter is, and you will be cast out of the minds of people everywhere. The stupid Greek thinkers that conjured you up from their imagination will be relieved of their sin against the world once I destroy you while the entire planet watches.
~Caesar stops his pacing and again faces the statue, giving it a serious death stare. Just as this happens, four monks of the Guardians of Light step into the locker room and surround the back of the statue, leaving Augustus in front to keep his concentration. The monks begin to chant.~
Monks: MORS FALFA DEO…...MORS FALFA DEO…...MORS FALFA DEO
~The chant roughly translates to “death to the false god.” Claudius allows a small smirk to come across his lips, breaking the sternness only for a moment. The intensity is still burning brightly in his eyes.~
Claudius Augustus: You see Zeus, with my Guardians of Light praying to Jupiter for your destruction, I can not lose. The real god does not take to mockery, and the greatest sin of all is trying to oppose him. You make offense merely by your existence, and I have been tasked with removing you, permanently.
~Caesar grinds one fist into his other hand. His sneer returns with a vengeance, stronger and more menacing than ever.~
Claudius Augustus: Get ready Zeus, these are your last moments. Both in idol form, and human. I shall destroy every piece of your being, with Jupiter as my guide. Now…
~Claudius Augustus holds his hand out in front of him, thumb straight out to the side. Judgment shall now be rendered.~
Claudius Augustus: IT...IS...DEATH!
~He slams his thumb in a downward motion as the monks' chants continue to ring out. With Caesar still staring directly at the statue, it begins to crack. One crack, followed by another, and another. Seconds later the statue crumbles into tiny pieces on to the locker room floor. The monks stop their chant and begin thanking the gods. Claudius Augustus nods to them, and walks out of the locker room door, ready for his first match in OCW. The camera fades to black.~
Claudius Augustus (0-0) vs. Zeus (1-7)
~Camera's come back up on the ring, where we find Zeus already in the ring, he's moving around, ready to face off against the man who had made a mockery of him. The smaller man kept screaming for Claudius to come out.~
Belvedere: "In the ring with me now is Zeus.. and coming to the ring right now is his opponent.. he is the Holy Roman Emperor, CLAUDIUS AUGUSTUS!!!"
~The lights go out, and a booming chant in Latin fills the air. “Aut Caesar aut nihil, Hic abundant leones, Hic sunt leones, Alea iacta est!” After these words a rhythmic drum blares through the speakers. Out walks Claudius Augustus, self-proclaimed Caesar of the New Holy Roman Empire. He stops at the top of the ramp, holds his arm straight out with thumb to the side as sparks engulf him in an impressive pyro performance. The sparks are higher than he is tall, and he disappears into the bright light. As the sparks fade, he drops his arm and smiles a confident smile and continues his descent towards the ring. Halfway between the entrance and the ring Claudius stops once again, this time sneering at the crowd, the peasants being within arms reach clearly annoying him. As he approaches the ring, he takes off his shiny gold leaf crown, placing it down with grace on the stairs leading up to the ring. He then ascends the stairs and enters the ring, soaking in the boos that rain down onto him, with each one seemingly making his smile grow bigger.~
Jones: And here is our first in-ring look at Claudius Augustus.
Hood: I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking about converting to the empire.
Jones: Really?
Hood: Yea man, it’s fuckin hot outside. Wouldn’t mind walking around in a robe.
Jones: So you’d be joining strictly for the robes. Okay.
~The two men lock up and Claudius picks Zeus up and tosses him into the turnbuckle, as if he was shooing away a fly. He laughed loudly which caused the fans to cheer loudly. Zeus rolls through on the floor, turning to look at Claudius who is still laughing at him, Zeus starts throwing punches at Claudius which causes the Holy Roman Emperor. Zeus pushes Claudius who pie faces Zeus causing him to hit the floor again. This only makes Zeus angrier who then tries to "power up" to bounce off the ropes and try to take a big hit at Claudius who finally stumbles back against the ropes. When he hits, Zeus goes to powerbomb him and drops to his knees under the weight of Claudius, who starts to go for the pin, having pushed Zeus to the mat shoulders down.~
"BOW BEFORE THE EMPEROR."
ONE...
TWO..
~Claudius gets up, lifting Zeus from the floor before the three count can be had. He laughs and then waits to allow Zeus time to recover, laughing softly before he gives the thumbs down of the gladiator matches.~
~Zeus comes towards him and he kicks him in the gut, causing the man to double over, before he hits him with the Gladius and covering for the pin. Scruff slides in and goes for the count.~
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
Belvedere: Here is your winner... CLAUDIUS AUGUSTUS!!!!!
Jones: Zeus looks like he's seen better days, perhaps it's time he looked for a new title.
Hood: What can I say, Claudius is on a roll. This man will make it to the top in no time.
Jones: He’s got the right attitude and, from what we just saw, the in ring acumen to back it up. Another exciting name that will help shape OCW’s future moving forward.
~The American fans are happy to have OCW back over in the cool hemisphere and the commentators are as well.~
Hood: Been gone from home soil for three months, Jones. Nothing has been the same since we left the land and home of the BRAVE!
Jones: How patriotic, Hood. Yes, we have been away from our OCW Faithful for far too long.
~The arena lights go dark but start to flicker in purple and silver with the beat of Rezodrone’s “Resist & Disorder” and the VS emblem on the OCWTron lights up.~
Jones: Speaking of being far from the Faithful…
Hood: She’s apparently handling this a lot better than the Cypher loss.
Jones: She’s not above bending small rules to win a match but she has pride even in losing, and losing cleanly over outside interference is much better than what happened in the Cypher match upand Dan did exactly and gave her that second loss fairly.
Hood: And ironically enough, the first one not. He still would have won.
Jones: Maybe. We’ll never know now.
~The New York City fans pop loudly as Veronica steps out from behind the curtain and she holds her left fist up in the air, the first time in six months without the TransAtlantic Championship in its grasp. She slaps a few hands coming down to ringside before heading up the steps and wiping her boots on the apron before stepping inside the squared circle. Belvedere nods his head with a smile behind that bushy manly as fuck moustache of his, handing his microphone over to Veronica. She thanks him and she takes a deep breath as her music fades away.~
Veronica: Oh my OCW Faithful, it’s so great to be back in front of all y’all again!
Fans: O-C-W! O-C-W! O-C-W!
Veronica: Exactly. I do as much for me, all of you but especially this great company. Outside of that new group, none in that locker room, including the OCW Champion, bleeds red and black like I do.
Hood: She is Strong and Proud, there’s no doubt but Dangerous Dan? Man.
Veronica: So as I move on from the TransAtlantic Championship after setting a record length reign, most defences and being the most prolific champion this company has had in a decade I know it’s time to move on, let Dangerous Dan try and do what I did. I just feel sorry for the faithful who love that title because now that it is not me, you will only see it come PPV time, as Dangerous Dan isn’t a fan of being on Massacre unless it’s to cost me a win.
~The faithful booo and all she can do is shrug, and nod in agreement.~
Veronica: But in this loss not only did it teach me the cost of becoming stuck inside my own head it has made me realize I just don’t want to be the greatest TransAtlantic Champion ever in OCW… I really want to be the greatest… OCW Champion ever!
~The faithful pop once again.~
Jones: You thinking Veronica is making a play to get into the Prison Yard Match at Reformation?
Hood: That or she wants Plethora to be the Jabba The Hutt to her Slave Leia.
Veronica: Marcus Welsh, I have been called your Chosen One, The One who was Unpurged and from your lips is “now unpurgable”. You let this place slip into madness last monht and it cost a lot of us what we held dear in OCW. There is one way you can make it up to me and start making it up to the OCW faithful…
~Veronica pauses then points to the OCWtron which it lights up with the Reformation logo before fading to text that reads PRISON YARD MATCH. The fans pop loudly chanting.~
OCW Faithful: RON-NIE! *clap clap* RON-NIE! *clap clap*
Veronica: The faithful and myself… have spoken. Do the right thing Marcus. I am not asking for anything unrealistic like being added to the main event of Reformation. I will earn my spot for the next PPV title match but everything I have done for this great company has earned me the right to compete for a chance at the title in the Prison Yard. My track record here proves that.
~Her music comes back up as she hands the microphone back to Belvedere.~
Jones: Well, as we just heard folks, Veronica Strader has basically declared herself into the Prison Yard Match!
Hood: I appreciate the boldness and ballysness of the Strong and Proud Veronica Strader, but there is a whole roster who wants in on that opportunity although they definitely don’t want to stand across from Plethora the Perilous. Quite the Catch Twenty-Two.
Jones: Time will tell who enters the Prison Yard Match at our next Pay Per View, Reformation. Actually, I am pretty sure her grandfather, Scott Nash Strader and her former uncle in Simon Kalis, Tamika’s ex-husband, were in what was called a Jailbreak Match in the PWA, where two tag teams battled it out Tornado style inside of a SuperMax during a riot.
Hood: Classic O- wait a minute…
Jones: Next, let’s take you to a special segment some of you will enjoy.
~So how DID the Slam Buss make it to Djibouti? Or, I guess the even BIGGER question...how WILL the Slam Buss make it back to the US? Good question. Looks like we’re about to get our answer. The scene opens to a shot of the ocean surface. Deep and blue. The water is relatively still, motioning back and forth as still, ocean water is known to do. It’s all quiet. We must be pretty far out. A FLARE OF LIGHT blinds us for a second...is JJ Abrams directing this shit? Let’s hope not. The cause of the flare comes into view, slowly floating across our screen. It’s the interior, silver, metallic lining to a bag of CHEETOS! It floats atop the surface. A fish comes up to eat it, but instantly chokes on it and struggles back into the water where it will die. And then, music. ‘Margaritaville’ by Jimmy Buffett sounds out as the waves pick up and that laugh...that LAUGH~
Tony the Spider: Hahahahaha!!
~THE SLAM BUSS floats into view. The windows are down. The Uber Man is behind the wheel. He leans over, staring at us and lowers a pair of shades down the bridge of his nose. He winks. We move toward the roof of the van where Tony the Spider is lounging on a chair, catching some rays. He laughs and eats cheetos. The Slam Buss continues to float on by...we see the back of the bus, the doors open. Inside the back we get a brief view of Zeus dancing with a few women of Djibouti. The doors promptly shut as the Slam Buss float-drives its way through the ocean, back to the states. We cut back to Jones and Hood~
Killa Kali (0-0) vs. Sugar Valentine (0-3)
~Sugar Valentine is in the ring shaking his head. What the fuck did he do to deserve what’s coming his way in a matter of moments. He pulls the toothpick from his mouth, lowers his head, his hat covering his eyes, and he lets out a deflated, defeated ‘fuck’~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Sugar Valentine!!
~Not much of a reaction~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Pain by Tupac hits! The fans turn and watch with interest as a face their all familiar with is set to return. Stepping out from behind the curtain is none other than Killa Kali! It’s true! He’s back! Lady Rage appears from behind. She steps forward, leading the way. Kali makes his way to the ring carrying a metal trash can. He looks into the ring, pointing at Sugar, talking shit~
Belvedere: Being led to the ring by Lady Rage! From South Central Los Angeles...standing 6’5 and weighing in at 265lbs...he is billed as 2 Extreme For TV...he is...KILLA KALI!!
~Belvedere bails out of the ring. The bell sounds. Kali is at ringside and he throws the trash can inside. Scruff is like ‘wtf are you doing?’ Kali slides under the bottom rope with Lady Rage cheering him on. Sugar has to fight or flee. He decides to fight. He grabs the metal trash can lid and rears back. Kali gets to his feet and Sugar hits him over the head with it...CRACK~
Jones: Sugar just whacked Kali over the head with that trash can lid!
Hood: More guts than brains, that Sugar Valentine.
~Kali rises. He does not fall. He stares at Sugar with a crazed look in his eyes. Sugar’s eyes widen. He drops the lid and backs away. Kali grabs him by his shirt and shoves him back...Sugar flies into the corner, hitting with great force. Scruff throws the trash can out of the ring and kicks the lid out, clearing the ring of foreign objects. Kali begins to choke Sugar~
Jones: Just ring the bell! Ring it!
Hood: That’d be a quick five count.
Jones: I’m not saying he should DQ Kali. I’m saying he should end the match and give Kali the win...spare Sugar!
Hood: Hashtag...SPARE SUGAR
~Kali tosses Sugar by the throat out of the corner and to the center of the ring. Sugar hits hard!! He rolls over, trying to get back to his feet...he’s on all fours...Kali charges in and drops Sugar face first into the mat with a CURB STOMP!!! Sugar is down. The fans all grimace. Kali marches around, talking shit. The fans start to boo...the louder they boo, the more shit he talks~
Jones: As we’ve said, the disapproval these fans are showing only fires him up.
Hood: Yep. He gets a kick out of pissing those people off.
~Kali pulls Sugar off the mat and chokes him with both hands...he then lifts him up and brings him down onto the mat with great force!!! The entire ring shakes! Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...KILLA KALI!!!!!!
Jones: Dominant win. Kali puts Sugar away with his famous finisher ‘Street Sweeper’.
Hood: Sugar should be thankful that’s all he got.
Jones: I can’t disa – oh no
~Kali isn’t finished. He punches Sugar in the face...over and over. Scruff tries to get Kali to stop. Kali turns his anger toward Scruff...Scruff bails from the ring. Sugar rolls out of the ring, trying to get away. He gets outside...Lady Rage is there. She gives him a forearm to the head, staggering him! Kali hops out of the ring, gripping Sugar’s head in a side head lock. He then drags him down the aisle to the back with Lady Rage following closely behind. They step through the curtain...more damage and pain to come Sugar’s way~
Jones: Kali’s night inside the ring is over. Sugar’s night, sadly, appears to have a little longer to go.
Hood: Dude’s fighting the world like it owes him money. And, well, it might.
Jones: Kali showed up earlier tonight putting a gun to our GM’s head so that he’d receive some kinda special deal. I haven’t heard from or about Welsh since...but I imagine...I imagine everything is okay.
Hood: Maybe Kali just capped him and he’s in charge now.
Jones: Don’t say such things!
Hood: Hey man, until we hear from Welsh...ALIVE. Who’s to say?
Jones: Ugh. Folks, don’t be distressed, I’m sure Marcus Welsh is alive. Let’s all take a break from the in-ring action.
~The OCW feed cuts again suddenly, returning us to the copter cam footage of the Corette. Still lead and trailed by motorcycle mounted police, the Corvette is racing down an interstate at incredibly high speed~
~The driver is a very good wheel man as he or she bobs and weaves through traffic at well north of 100 MPH. They use the shoulder, the gaps straddling the lane lines, whatever they need in order to cut through traffic~
~The copter cam footage cuts again, once more returning us to regularly scheduled OCW programming~
~ "Dream Weaver" hits the speakers and the fans go nuts! The cheers get louder when Mike Zybala rolls out onto the stage in a wheelchair. He's dressed in his Unworthy Club t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts with many pockets. Be jealous ladies. His right knee is extended and bandaged up. The tag title is resting on his lap. ~
Jones: Tough loss for that guy at Big Game Hunting.
Hood: The idiot went against TLS with one good leg. What did he think would happen?
Jones: Zybala has a never quit attitude. He was going into that match no matter what.
Hood: And where did that get him? Stuck in a wheelchair and no title match. He should have just let TLS win and go home early.
~ The music dies down and so do the cheers. Zybala lifts up a microphone and addresses the crowd. ~
Zybala: Big Game Hunting was a hell of a show, wasn't it?
~ Cheers from the crowd. ~
Zybala: Even though I didn't walk away with the win, I'm not gonna make excuses or blame my knee. I did everything I could with my limited capabilities, but it wasn't enough. TLS got the win and goes on to fight Pletho-Biff, and I wish my tag partner the best of luck. He beat the big guy before, and I'm sure he'll do it again and bring more gold into PTSD!
With hyping TLS up out of the way, let's address the elephant in the room. As you all can see, my knee is all fucked up. The surgery was a success though, and I'll be back on my feet soon enough. But until then, what's to become of the tag titles? Are we going to surrender them? Is TLS gonna replace me? The answer is no to both of those questions. As you all know, I am part owner of OCW, which means I have the authority to make some rules. Earlier you saw a contract dispute between one of our members and Marcus Welsh. But we've cleared that up. Killa Kali will get unlimited lap dances at Nibbles. And starting now any combination of PTSD can defend the tag title under the Freebird rule. It could be the originals TLS and Me, or TLS and Kali, or me and Kali, or SHE- LS and Kali. We told you that we are here to prove that strength and determination go a long way and we'll continue to provide an example you the rest of the people on this roster. Thank you for all your support and well wishes. I'll be back on my feet soon.
Jones: Zybala on the shelf and Kali getting...what he wanted?
Hood: Wow, what a shock. Who knew putting a gun to someone’s head might convince them to sign a contract.
Jones: Is it binding?
Hood: You wanna tell Kali it’s not?
Jones: Uh, no. I’m good.
Hood: Right. So freebird rules for the tag champs. That just made taking those straps a lot more...complicated.
Jones: Yep...instead of TLS and Zybala. You could get Killa Kali. Or the mysterious SHE-LS. It makes challenging for those tag titles a lot more difficult.
Jones: Epic Summer...we saw that last Sunday at Big Game Hunting...what does it mean?
Hood: Means summer is on deck and we’re about to get WILD
Jones: Seems to mean more than that, if you ask me. Like a message.
Hood: A message that we need to hit the bar.
Jones: Calm down. I think it’s a message...someone is heading to OCW and they are going to make this summer an ‘EPIC Summer.’
Hood: Hey, whatever man...I’m just vibing with those colors and the words ‘Epic Summer’...I might go grab me a daiquiri.
Jones: Hey! We’ve still got work to do. In ring action is up next! One of OCW’s financiers will be in action as Meghan Strader takes on The Dirtbag Kid!
Hood: Ah shit. The bosslady. I gotta stay put.
Meghan Strader (4-1) vs. The Dirtbag Kid (0-2)
~The Dirtbag Kid is already in the ring waiting for his opponent, bouncing around because of the all the SURGE!!!!~
~ The arena lights start flickering red and silver with the guitar riff of “Whole Lotta Love” by Sershen&Zaritskaya as the Superman ‘S’ appears on the centre of the OCW tron. The ‘S’ explodes as MEGHAN STRADER flashes and the OCW faithful are on their feet, fists up in the air.~
Belvedere: Introducing First...
//You need cooling
~ The Strader Family Matriarch steps out onto the stage from behind the curtain, looking side to side with her hands on her hips. ~
//A-way down inside
Belvedere: Weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds... She is the Matriarch of the Strader Clan...
//Want to whole lotta love
~ Meghan holds her right fist up into the air as the faithful cheer. She begins her strut down the ramp. ~
Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...
// You've been learning
~ As she approaches the bottom of the ramp she stops to look all around the arena, breathing it all in. ~
Belvedere: She is the leader and one half of the Cowgirls From Hell...
//Whole lotta love
~ 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 ramming right into the main riff as Meghan use the top rope to spring herself over throwing both fists in the air with a visceral scream. ~
Belvedere: MEGHAN STRADERRRRRRR!!!!!!!
//My, my, my, my
~ Meghan takes her corner, cracking her knuckles preparing for the match. ~
DING DING DING
~tDBk doesn't waste any time and it the first to offense with a lariat on Meghan. Meghan is taken to the mat, but manages to get back to her feet. Megan retaliates and quickly drives and elbow into the face of tDBk. He staggers back, but recovers and delivers a kick to the head of Meghan. She is obviously stunned from the sudden kick and stands a bit groggily in the center of the ring. tDBk just doesn't seem to let up at this point when he wraps Meghan's head into a cravat and launches a knee to the face. Meghan falls to the ground holding her face, and tDBk continues to assault the head of Meghan by landing a few stomps. When tDBk finally lets up on the assault Meghan pulls herself to her feet. Meghan wastes no time by landing a dropkick to the knee. Instantly, tDBk falls to a knee~
Jones: tDBk starts the match up rather aggressively, but it looks like Meghan found her opening.
Hood: Why is tDBk trying to smash Meghan's face? That’s a lot of work he’s damaging.
~While tDBk is trying to get back to a vertical base, Meghan rebounded off the ropes and landed another drop kick, right to the chest. Megan quickly jumps onto the second rope and flies off landing a springboard elbow drop. tDBk rolls back to his feet after the impact to the chest. tDBk grabs Meghan and side steps trying to take Meghan to the mat with a hiptoss but Meghan manages to wrap her leg with tDBk's making him unable to lift Meghan. Meghan breaks away from the grasp and goes for a kick to the stomach but tDBk catches her leg, but Meghan reverses it with an enzuigiri to tDBk's head. He slumps back against the ropes after the hit, his head slightly swimming. Meghan moves toward tDBk, and tDBk rushes to the ropes and springboards onto Meghan with a high crossbody. Meghan is up to her feet rather quickly and both talents begin to brawl. Meghan begins to dominate the exchange and backs tDBk into the turnbuckle and delivers a huge powerbomb on to the mat. Meghan climbes to the top turnbuckle and executes the FATALITY!!! Meghan stands up. Meghan pulls tDBk back to her feet, hooking both arms and planting tDBk with My Friend of Misery !!!~
Jones: Meghan Strader going old school!
1!
2!!
3!!!
Jones: We've got ourselves a winner!
Hood: You have to be stupid to think that Surge drinking shitbag was gonna win
Belvedere: The winner of this match, Meghan Strader!!!
~Meghan goes to celebrate but she stops as a coughing fit hits her. It’s not stopping as Belvedere and Puff the referee check in on her.~
Jones: What’s going on with Meghan?
Hood: Maybe Sadie Ko is back!!
~ Tamika Strader comes running down the ramp followed by The Knife Man and Eddy Bueger with a stretcher. While they all tend to the coughing Meghan Strader the camera pans up to the rafters, showing SHE-LS.~
Jones: You think SHE-LS is responsible for Meghan right now?
Hood: Classic OCW, baby!
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\\
~We go backstage to see Marcus Welsh in his office...ALIVE! And, he’s stressed the fuck out. Golden Phone reveal. Gun to his head. What a night. A knock at the door interrupts his stressful sitting. He goes to open the door, and in the hall is a wheelchair bound Mike Zybala! Zybala has a big paper bag on his lap and Welsh helps wheel Mike into the office. Welsh closes the door behind him and goes to sit at his desk~
Zybala: Thanks for the help, Markie Mark. I'm still getting used to this thing.
Welsh: No problem. How's the leg feeling?
Zybala: Well, my bloodstream is half ibuprofen right about now, so I'll have to let you know when the medicine wears off. But the docs say I have to stay off of it for a few weeks.
Welsh: That sucks. What does tha mean for you and the tag titles?
Zybala: Oh, I have an announcement to make later about that. Though, until I get back in the ring, I can help you in a Co owner capacity. Make matches, sign checks, just take somethings off your plate. Plus, I'm also cashing in this little bad boy.
~Welsh's eyes widen in fear as Zybala reaches into the bag~
Welsh: You don't mean....
Zybala: Yup.
~Zybala hands a dejected Welsh what looks like to be a coupon. The camera zooms in and we see "One Zybala booked Massacre" and it's signed by Marcus Welsh~
Welsh: Come on, Mike. I still had my amnesia when I gave this to you. You can't really want me to honor this.
Zybala: I thought you would say that, so I came prepared.
~Zybala puts the bag on the desk and starts taking out its contents. Cans of different Chef Boyardee's and Spaghetti-O's come out of the bag, on after the other. Zybala smiles at Welsh~
Zybala: Do we have a deal?
~Welsh stares at the can of Spaghetti-O's. His eyes lust as they've never lusted before. His lips moisten. He speaks in a husky tone~
Marcus Welsh: Deal.
Zybala: Excellent. I will get you a card. You won't be let down. And remember, you're Marcus Welsh. You can eat ANYTHING you want. No one is here to judge you.
~Zybala wheels himself out of the office, leaving Welsh alone with his tasty canned treats...~
Hood: Dear lawd. A Zybala Massacre. This might be the end of everything.
Jones: With that injury, he’s got some time on his hands.
Hood: Heal that man...HEAL HIM NOW!
Jones: I don’t know when the Zybala Massacre will air but...if I had to guess, the go-home show before Reformation sounds like a good spot.
Hood: June 20th? Great, sounds like a fine sick day.
Sons of Krayzie (0-0) vs. Tornado Alley (0-3)
~Tornado Alley is already in the ring. Vortex spins around with his arms out while Debris drops trash behind him. Scruff kicks the trash out as Debris drops it~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Vortex and Debris…Tornado Alley!
Jones: Tornado Alley back again. Picking up another pay check.
Hood: What a life. Chase storms and get your ass beat. These guys must hate themselves.
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
~The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to a mixed reaction as a voice begins to speak through the PA system~
“And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues… Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da….”
~The opening sounds of “Godspeed” by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd~
Belvedere: Making their way to the ring! From Memphis, Tennessee… Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban...The Sons of Krayzie!!!!
~Slowly making their way towards the ring, Jones and Kaliban ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as they soon make it to ringside. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, Byson to the left, both climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, they jump over the top rope, landing inside of the ring ready for action. Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Jones: And here we go! Sons of Krayzie trying to throw their name into the hat for tag title consideration!
Hood: They’ve got talent. They can win those belts, no doubt.
~Vortex confidently tells Debris, “Yo, I got this, Debs.” Debris is like, “I know you do, TEX!” They do some weird, stupid hand shake. Vortex turns around and BAM!!! KRAYZED KNEE!!! Duce lays him out! He covers him!! The crowd is going wild...Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners...SONS OF KRAYZIE!!!!!
Jones: Wow...blink of an eye!
Hood: I Vortex didn’t have it.
Jones: He most certainly did not.
~Debris starts to step in but Byson runs over, threatening him. Debris hops off the apron like “I don’t want any!” Byson and Duce laugh, shake hands and hug, heading out of the ring and to the back, celebrating their easy, easy win~
Jones: This tag division is getting pretty crowded. Something’s going to have to be decided by somebody at SOME POINT so we can get it sorted.
Hood: Yea...we’ve got more teams than I can ever remember. Welsh needs to get guns out of his face and golden phones out of his brain so he can get back to managing this place.
Jones: I concur.
~We cut to the backstage area as Amick Dogeron is walking down the hallway. He’s already in ring gear and full mask as he walks up to his dressing room. He opens the door and finds his suitcase wide open with his clothes strewn across the room. He rushes and begins sorting through everything, trying to figure out what happened and if anything is missing. He searches for his phone and finds it underneath a pair of underwear. As he continues to look around, he finds his AirPod case turned upside down with nothing inside. Amick looks confused, then notices an orange Cheeto stain in the shape of a handprint on one of his white shirts.~
Amick: (to himself) DBK… come on man!
~Amick puts all the contents of his suitcase back in quickly then heads back outside the room, making sure to shut the door behind him. He walks out into the hall looking for The Dirtbag Kid. He sees a trail of Cheetos and Surge droplets and begins to follow it to a janitor’s closet. Amick opens the door to find DBK passed out in a Cheeto-induced coma, covered in Cheeto dust. Several Fruit by the Foot snacks have been unwrapped and are tied together, forming a 10 foot strand of sugary goodness. Amick reaches in and removes his AirPods from DBK’s ears, wipes them free of any earwax on DBK’s shirt, and shuts the door behind him. As he turns around, he finds himself standing face to face with Ehud of Moab! Ehud, wearing his trademark cowboy hat, tilts his head downward to give his best menacing appearance.~
Ehud: Are you the lion?
Amick: Am I the… what? No, I am not a lion.
Ehud: Someone’s got to know where the lion is. That bastard has hidden Grimace. I would’ve had him if it wasn’t for that masked idiot.
Amick: You talking about the guy who saved you from a falling house that could have killed you?
Ehud: Yeah, that one.
Amick: That was me.
Ehud: No, I’m talking about a guy in a mask.
Amick: I am wearing a mask.
Ehud: You can’t fool me. I’d know him anywhere. Now where’s that lion?
Amick: I think he’s in the janitor closet.
Ehud: C’mere you bastard!
~Amick shakes his head and begins walking back to his dressing room as we see Ehud open the janitor closet. He sees the Fruit by the Foot rope and picks it up. He lets out loud whoop as he twirls it around in the air like a lasso. We see him jump onto the sleeping Dirt Bag Kid as the door shuts behind him.~
Amick: (to himself) They deserve each other.
~Amick continues walking down the hallway, but as he nears his dressing room, he sees that it is cracked open.~
Amick: (to himself) Now what? I’ve got a match to prepare for.
~Amick cautiously opens the door to reveal TLS standing in the middle of the room, Killa Kali hulking next to him. Neither seem too pleased.~
TLS: We need to talk…
~Amick sighs, then walks into the room, shutting the door behind him.~
The Machine Cult (2-0) vs. Viagra Boys (0-2)
~The Viagra Boys are in the ring, wearing their cups, hiding their massive erections. They still look uncomfortable as ever~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...The Viagra Boys!
Jones: The Viagra Boys back in action, wearing protection...thankfully.
Hood: Still haven’t gotten used to it. Then again, I never played baseball with a massive erection so, maybe that would have given me issues wearing those things.
Jones: Who is to say.
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
~“Enter the Metal World” by Battle Beat hits the PA system as the lights go out save for a single spotlight at the top of the ramp. After a few moments, Supreme Machine walks through the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp as Belinda Hargreaves and Jake Oswin follow him out onto the stage. The pair kneels infront of the masked monster, who nods approvingly before turning around and leaving. Oswin and Hargreaves stand up, look at each other and start making their way down the aisle, Hargreaves prancing and Oswin stalking. They climb into the ring and walk to its middle, Oswin dropping to one knee and Hargreaves laying down on her side in front of him~
Belvedere: At a total combined weight of 350lbs...Belinda Hergreaves and Jake Oswin...they are...The Machine Cult!!!
Jones: The Machine Cult back in action! Looking to run their record to three and zero!
Hood: Yea, BAM G sits above them in the rankings. They keep winning and we may have ourselves a discussion as to who the #1 contenders should be.
Jones: They have certainly looked the part.
~Belvedere exits and the bell rings~
Jones: Alright, here we go! Tag Team action...these teams and every team in tag action tonight looking to earn a shot at the champs...PTSD.
Hood: Or TMZ. I’m still gonna call them TMZ.
Jones: Go for it, nobody is stopping you.
~Oswin is starting off with one of the bros. The bro goes after him but Oswin assaults him with a flurry of open handed chops. Smack, smack, smack! The bros head gets bounced around violently, knocking him into a neutral corner. Oswin takes a step back before jumping up and hitting a dropkick on the bro while in the corner! The bro stumbles forward...Oswin gets back on his feet and he takes the guy down with an enziguri!! The crowd sounds impressed with the athleticism~
Jones: Tremendous quickness and athleticism by Jake Oswin.
Hood: Yea, these two are undefeated but I still get the vibe we don’t know a whole lot about them.
Jones: That’s going to change.
Hood: You sound so sure. Are you in the CULT?
Jones: Of course not!
~Jake pulls the bro up and he takes Belinda in. Belinda climbs to the top rope. Jake hoists the bro up in a vertical suplex...he holds him there. Belinda flies off the top rope as Jake falls back with a combination crossbody/vertical suplex!!! The crowd pops for the big move!! The bro is down!! Jake pops to his feet, fired up. He heads for his corner...but as he does, he years Belinda yell out. He turns around and sees Bro 2 in the ring, his hands gripping Belinda’s hair. Jake runs forward and he boots Bro 2 in the face!! Bro 2 flies back, rolling out of the ring~
Jones: Jake saving Belinda!
Hood: Is that allowed these days?
Jones: I don’t know, but it just happened.
~Belinda drops back down and hooks Bro 1 in her Painted Smile submission! Jake, in the ring, looks down at Bro 1’s legs and is like ‘might as well’ and he drops down, hooking Glorious Torture!!! Scruff hears Bro 1 begging for the bell. So, Scruff calls for it and the bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners...THE MACHINE CULT!!!!!
Jones: The Machine Cult with another impressive win!
Hood: Jake Oswin and Belinda Hargreaves showing the world why joining a CULT is a good thing!
Jones: I wouldn’t go that far. The Machine Cult making a strong case for an OCW Tag Title shot. Will they get it? We’ll find out!
Catch the Big Game Hunting Replay for the ULTRA LOW PRICE of $69.69!!!!
~The crowd goes silent as the Friday the 13th theme plays. TLS makes his way slowly to the ring holding something folded in his hand~
Jones: I wonder what he has to say. TLS is a man of few words.
Hood: and what's he hot in his hand there?
~TLS slides into the ring then begins to lay out the material on the ring. It looks like a giant overall~
TLS: the time has come for Death to meet his maker. At Reformation, I'll return Plethora to his natural form.
Jones: is he insinuating that Plethora is ?
Hood: impossible. TLS has turned into a whack job. I mean he was one before, but looks who he's aligned himself with. That crazy lunatic Killa Kalli, the nut job Zybala, and then some masked SHE-LS person.
Jones: that seems like a good set of people to be around.
TLS: You all saw the formation at Big Game Hunting of PTSD, and in the coming weeks and months you'll witness the reformation of the OCW. The Purge was just the beginning, we haven't fully cleansed the OCW. The stench of shit that permeated throughout the back still lingers. Without an janitor to clean up the mess it's paramount that we the OCW faithfully finish the task.
~TLS rolls the giant overall back up and exits the ring~
Jones: TLS will look to end two streaks...one, the OCW Title streak belonging to Plethora. The other? A 20 year odyssey trying to claim the OCW Championship.
Hood: Two legends who probably haven’t faced each other in nearly 20 years. At least, as far as OCW is concerned. It’s gonna be a wild match.
Jones: That it will, indeed.
~We cut to the GM’s office. Welsh is staring at his phone. His hands tap the desk around it. He finally snatches it and dials a number~
Marcus Welsh: Have they shown up? Any word?
~Welsh listens to the answer. He pounds the desk with his fist~
Marcus Welsh: Well you notify me as soon as they do. You hear me?
~Welsh hangs up and drops the phone atop his desk. He leans forward, placing his hands together and his mouth against them. He shakes his head and breathes heavily. He moves his hands, sliding his cell phone around~
Marcus Welsh: Your time is running out. You show up or I’m gonna expose you. I’m giving you a chance to do it on your terms. Don’t make me embarrass you.
~Welsh looks down at his phone as if a magical notification might appear. Nothing. He slides it away and leans back, folding his arms~
CJ O’Donnell (8-2) vs. Easton Alexander (6-6)
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first.
~Maniac By Carpenter Brut hits as the light's start to move around the stadium, finally settling in a spot light on the ramp. Easton Alexander walks into the light looking straight into it, he removes his hood as sparks begin to fall behind him, deflecting off his shoulders.~
Belvedere: From North bay Ontario Canada, He is The Canadian Dragon... EASTON ALEXANDER.
~Easton steps up into the ramp, and climbs the turnbuckle taking in the crowds energy, he extends his arms out toward the crowd as they ERUPT in cheers. he hops off into the ring, he removes his his jacket and stands I the corner Facing away.~
Belvedere: And his opponent...
~“Kings Never Die” by Eminem starts to play and the fans boo as CJ O’Donnell steps out from the behind the curtain.~
Belvedere: Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts.. he is The Distinguised... CJ O’DONNELL!!!!
~CJ makes his way towards the ring, staring at Easton as he does the same.~
DING DING DING
~Easton moves in low to the ground and CJ mimics the movement before they finally collide center ring. The lock up sports some sort of test of strength as they both try their hardest to push forward and gain the advantage. The smaller of the two, O’Donnell is more easily pressured into the turnbuckle where they are quickly broken apart. Easton breaks clean and moves back as CJ works out his legs before moving back to the center of the ring. The feel out process should prove testing as Easton calls a more traditional test of strength. Oddly, CJ complies and interlocks fingers before Easton swiftly rolls back, kicking away one hand and rolling backwards to his feet in an arm wrench that is quick fully and masterfully turned into a hammerlock. Not to be outshined by a supposed underling in OCW, CJ performs a sideways cartwheel, moving out of the hold and chains with a whip into the ropes. Alexander goes barreling into the ropes before returning for a snap arm drag that roughs him on the landing. Moving through the impact Easton rolls to his feet, turning around in time to connect with solid Arm drag of his own. O’Donnell makes his own vertical spurt and both men lock up for the third time only for Easton to quickly move for a reach around, gripping solidly in a reverse waist lock. CJ fights the grasp but it only leads to Alexander pulling up and attempting a half nelson. Scouting this stance, CJ counters rolling back in a standing switch and pulls up in a Full-nelson! Alexander doesn’t let things go through as he slips through and drops down and packages CJ in a victory roll like pin~
1!
2KICKOUT!
Hood: Once again, it’s proven that only The Stranger can dish out school boys and victory roll style pins.
Jones: I mean, you aren’t wrong.
~Easton and CJ move to their feet and dust themselves off as they look around to evaluate the situation. Easton starts to circle ready to lock up again. Both men deliver as they lock up. CJ gaining the first advantage, knees Easton in the stomach and breaks away into a twirl, arm wrenching the right arm. Hooking the twisted arm back into a key lock he stomps a leg behind Easton’s and starts to push him back. Alexander tries to fight back, but the leverage and arm lock leaves him crippled as he starts to find himself in an arching bridge. Just before Easton hits the mat by the tip of his head he finds the strength to push back and starts rising back up. Finding that he is losing the battle CJ steps forward and brings his foot back to sweep Easton fully onto this back. Easton doesn’t miss a step as he rolls backwards and spurts to his feet, twirling and rolling till he finds himself in a mirror situation with CJ in an arm wrench. CJ barely knows how things got to this position but opts to show up Easton. And with a little acrobatics he does just that, cart wheeling, CJ un-twirls his arm and ends up back onto his opponent, but that’s exactly how he wants it as he reaches back and drops to his knees, planting Alexander with a snap mare. Finishing up the counter CJ clenches into a sleeper hold, taking it to the younger man.~
Hood: He seems extra angry.
Jones: He misses Alice, Hood.
Hood: No idea why anyone would.
Jones: You are the only one, Hood.
~Easton grips at his neck and starts to fight out of the air tight sleeper hold. CJ’s positioning is half vertical as he leans all his weight down on Easton’s back, complimenting the sleeper in choking out his opponent. Easton has fought through plenty of sleepers, so it’s only natural that CJ tries to put as much pressure as he can muster into the submission. Easton shifts himself around to his knees, to fight off the move more appropriately, raising to his feet, forcing the hold to a vertical position. Unable to apply the body pressure on the hold anymore O’Donnell tries to twirl and twist the hold and keep one step ahead of his opponent. The plan, as solid as it is, doesn’t help as Easton spurts to the turn buckle and launches himself up and back into a bridge.~
1!
2KICKOUT!
~Easton escapes the hold with the pin, finding himself in a favorable position, CJ grounded and dazed. Bursting himself back to his feet CJ finds himself at the wrong end of a dropkick knocking him into the turnbuckle. CJ finds himself on the stinging end of a knife edge chop thereafter, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN of them! CJ staggers out of the corner holding his chest in cringed pain. Alexander smirks and backs up giving the Paramount member some room. CJ shakes himself off and takes the sting like a man as he starts to circle the ring.~
Jones: Easton really bringing it the veteran Paramount OCW star, CJ O’Donnell
Hood: No Fooking doubt, Jonesy.
Jones: I’ve never seen you commentate so eagerly and positively.
Hood: Not everyday we can watch a CJ match without that Gash of Owls at ringside being aloof.
~CJ and Easton move in on each other trying to find a method of attack that’ll give them an advantage. Easton and CJ start to circle each other getting prepared to go at it again. Both men move in and lock up, CJ quickly grabbing a side headlock and grabbing the advantage in turn. Easton struggles a bit but it’s an empty try as O’Donnell performs a side headlock takedown. CJ pressures the move but Easton wraps him around the head in a head scissors. CJ struggles for a second but nips right out of the hold bringing himself back to his feet. Alexander is there to meet his opponent and when he rushes in to capitalize on his counter, Easton drops him with a drop toe hold. CJ doesn’t have but breathing room as Easton is down on him again taking control of the arm. Mr. Fook tries to rise up, but Easton makes a task of it as he jerks the arm and lays in kicks to the shoulder. At his feet, and irritated with the shots, CJ opts to counter, rolling forward, flipping forward with a handstand and twirling, Mr. Fook drops Easton with an arm wringer. Easton nips back to his feet, but CJ is there to stop him in his tracks, pulling his hair and smashing him to the mat.~
Jones: Now that wasn’t very professional at all, and it doesn’t even look like the ref cares.
Hood: What, I didn’t see any hair pulling your seeing things. Not that he has much.
Jones: I don’t know how Smith put up with you.
~CJ continues to take advantage as he pulls hunter into an arm bar, pressing his knee tight against Easton’s face. Alexander hurting from the arm bar pries out his head and starts to move to his feet. CJ tries to maintain his advantage, wrenching the arm, but Easton spurts towards the rope-, no another hair pull. Alexander drops to his back, growing agitated at O’Donnell’s style. Having his arm still locked Easton nips up to his feet trying to show up his opponent with raw skill. CJ scoffs as he sweeps Alexander back. Alexander merely nips right back up and looks at CJ in a mocking manner. Feeling insulted CJ sweeps him back once again, only for another nip up, followed quickly by a scoop and a slam! The arm still locked causes Alexander to be arm wringed over his head. It doesn’t prove to be much of an issue as Alexander keeps up on his counter, kicking the back of his opponents arm. CJ is dazed for a moment before he makes his own counter, grinning in a malevolent way he nips right back to his feet. Easton chuckles a little before sweeping the Paramount leader back and to the canvas. CJ returns the favor of earlier and nips right back up. Alexander only grins as he knees CJ, making him double over before stepping over the captured arm and rolling forward into a cross arm breaker!~
Jones: Both men are going back and forth in a glorified one-ups.
Hood: Been a fine match to watch.
~CJ feels his arm grow dangerously in pain as he tries to find an escape, luckily though, for the former champ, the ropes are fairly close and CJ is able to secure them in hand. The rope break is called quickly and Easton is forced off the hold by the ref. Scoffing at the forceful nature of the ref, Easton breaks away and backs up giving CJ room to his feet. A little disgusted in that last exchange O’Donnell spurts quickly out of the ropes almost catching Easton off guard, but he manages a quick, sloppy, arm drag that plants CJ right back to the mat. CJ grits his teeth as Easton stresses another arm bar in on his opponent. The ropes aren’t there to save him as Alexander stresses the arm and elbow. Mr. Fook is reluctant to tap, or anything of that matter as he fights the move. Easton growing slightly irritated changes up the move and drops a knee down on the elbow, following with another. CJ cringes and holds his arm in pain rolling away from his opponent. He doesn’t get away fast enough as Easton grabs him by the mask and pulls him up to his feet. Quickly chaining, Easton whips CJ into the ropes and waits for his return, where he drops down and allows the man to leap over him. CJ hits the next set of ropes as Easton changes his position around for a monkey flip, but CJ catches himself on the ropes! Easton looks back and notices the stop, nipping himself up athletically and turning on a heel ready to defend himself! CJ doesn’t look pleased as he is being shown up on the mat, learning the same fact that many before him have known, not to fight his game. That shouldn’t be a problem though, and CJ has another plan.~
Jones: CJ looks to have a sinister look on his face as he starts circling the ring ready for another lock up, maybe being shown up in the chains are getting to him.
~O’Donnell smirks as he moves in locking up with his opponent in Alexander. Keeping with the trend Easton grabs the arm of the GWA champion and twirls in an arm wrench taking advantage of his opponent and beaming confidence. Maintaining his own confidence CJ rolls forward and twirls arm wringing Easton. Holding firmly to the wrist, CJ twists and plants his boot firmly down upon Alexander’s face. The move would clearly call for some attention by the ref but it gets completely ignored ad CJ tugs the arm and twists. Taking his boot off his opponents face CJ boots Easton in the upper arm working over the limb. Without the foot on his face Alexander starts to move his way to his feet. CJ doesn’t want Easton to gain an advantage and plants in a few fists before whipping Easton sturdy into the ropes. SPRING BOARD SH-!!!!~!!! CJ drops and waits for impact, but nothing follows Thinking he had countered the move he looks up and see’s Easton smirking back having faked him out. With a bounce Easton boosts himself to the third rope and goes for a Moonsault! No, CJ avoids it, but Easton lands solid on his feet with a stagger!! CJ Bounces off the ropes and looks to return with a lariat when Easton counters with a tilt a whir- HURRACANRANN-NO!!! Easton Stops himself from being flipped over and holds CJ in a dangle! The hurracanranna attempt fails as Easton lifts up and drops CJ on his knee with a powerbomb back breaker!~
Hood: Easton Maintains an advantage as he DROPS CJ with a brutal back breaker.
Jones: And he’s not done look!
~Easton has combed the powerbomb and grabs CJ by the Feet, crossing them and turning over in a Texas Clover Leaf!!! CJ looks up and seems desperate as he tries to crawl to the ropes, trying to grasp the bottom rope! It doesn’t work as Easton arches the back as much as he can, not so much looking for a tap as he is to hurting his opponents back. The Problem with that is this might very well cause CJ to tap out as he is inches from the ropes. Wilcox bends down to check on Mr. Fook who is stretching for the ropes but is just a little bit away. Suddenly, the lights in MSG start to flicker.~
Jones: What’s going on with the lights?
Hood: Look up there, Jones!
~Before the lights go out completely the camera looks up at the rafters where a shadowy figure stands looking down. A spotlight hits the ring, and its silhouette fills the ring with a Rorschach face which begins to twirl. CJ and Easton look around, prepared for whatever is coming.~
Jones: That’s the image of The Stranger’s mask!
Hood: Maybe it’s SHE-LS?
~The face spins at LUDICROUS SPEED almost going PLAID before the lights drop again.~
Jones: This is one hell of a mind game.
Hood: Well it’s definitely not Alice Knight or Melinda Rhodes behind the mask if that’s what is going on.
THUMP!
~A heavy sound flies out through the arena as the lights come up and SHE-LS is on one knee as if she landed with a super hero landing from up in the rafters but Jones catches the rig being lifted back up that lowered her down.~
Jones: Wow, lowered partially down and lets her free landing in the centre of the ring! CJ and Easton unsure of what is going on as they look at SHE-LS!
~SHE-LS lifts her head and slowly stands, looking side to side at CJ and Easton. We can’t see if she is smiling but the PTSD member doesn’t seem like the type who would anyway. She seems to be staring at Easton as CJ smiles nervously preparing for an attack.~
Jones: What the hell is she doing?
Hood: Sizing up Easton, you blind or something?
~Suddenly SHE-LS pivots on her feet, and lays out CJ with a vicious clothesline. The bell rings.~
DING DING DING!!!
Belvedere: And your winner via DQ... THE DISTINGUISHED CJ O’DONNELL!
~ Easton goes to attack SHE-LS for costing him a possible win but she ducks his attack and the lights go back out.~
Hood: I wanna know how she can turn off the lights.
Jones: She really is a Lost Stranger.
~ When the lights come back up, Easton is out of the ring, CJ is stirring and the camera pans up to the rafters where SHE-LS nods down and disappears.~
Hood: I like her.
Jones: You would, Hood.
After that last match we head to the backstage area of the Madison Square Garden arena. Different OCW staffers and officials can be seen scurrying around trying to make sure that they are doing their jobs since Marcus Welsh doesn’t seem to be in the best of moods tonight. We move to a secluded area backstage where Madison Carter can be seen standing and holding her cell phone. She doesn’t look so happy and starts to whine a bit.
Madison: I don’t remember signing up to be doing this kind of thing.
~Madison sighs before the camera shows the co-winner of the DIY Invitational Jace Parker Davidson standing in front of Madison waiting impatiently. Jace is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and has on a leather jacket~
JPD: Will you just come on already? It’s not like we have all the time in the world to get this done.
~Jace taps his foot repeatedly in an agitated manner~
Madison: Then it sounds like you need a professional. Who’re is just the person needed for this job. Actually, I’ll go find her right now. Be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.
~Madison lowers the phone and tries to make a break for it but Jace steps forward and stops Madison by grabbing her arm~
JPD: Are you insane? The woman’s name is Whore!
Madison: Technically, it’s Who’re…
JPD: Isn’t that what I said?
~Madison opens her mouth, but Jace shakes his head and interrupts her~
JPD: Doesn’t matter, I don’t want her anywhere near me. You’re here, so just record it.
Madison: I feel like you’re judging Who’re before even meeting her. Also, she’ll have a cameraman with her so really I’m not needed here at all.
~Madison tries to pull away from Jace but his grip on her arm is too strong~
JPD: Everyone is acting really squirrely tonight. I don’t trust anyone but you to do this, so quit complaining.
Madison: But whyyyyyyyyyy?! This arena is named after me! I shouldn’t be made to do hard labor!
~Jace begins to tighten his grip on Madison’s arm which makes her squeal in pain. Finally Madison surrenders and decides to film whatever Jace as planned as he lets go of her arm. Madison raises her cell phone back into the air and points it towards Jace as he clears his throat~
JPD: Madison Square Garden is a place I’m very familiar with. It was just a few weeks ago that I was in the main event of a match right here in this very arena. I got my hand raised in victory because well… that’s what I do. However, tonight I’m not here to wrestle. I’m here to observe because later tonight in the main event three men will do battle. One of them being Cypher, one of them being Bob Grenier, and then there is you… Amick Dragon.
~Jace narrows his eyes as he says the name of the man that also won the DIY Invitational at Big Game Hunting~
JPD: Damn snake in the grass going around bragging about ‘winning’ the DIY Invitational like he pinned me or something. Well tonight we’ll see if you can keep weaseling your way to victory. There will not be some senile old man to run away and go pin tonight. You’ll have to actually fight from beginning to end tonight. I’ll be watching every single moment of that match and come Reformation? I will not only beat either you or Dylan Thomas and become the new Savage Champion. I will also remove that stupid fucking mask of yours and reveal that ugly face of yours to the world.
~Jace rubs his hands together as an evil smirk appears on his face~
JPD: But of course, you won’t heed my warning. You’re still riding high off of getting yourself in the match at Reformation. You’re probably on cloud nine because you were named Top Newcomer for the month of May. It seems like the powers that be in OCW seem to think very highly of you. From the award to the fact that you had security load you into a Jeep and drive off at Big Game Hunting to keep you from getting your ass kicked by Killa Kali. Not to mention that somehow a lion isn’t allowed in the building tonight. What’s up with that Marcus Welsh?!
~Jace tilts his head towards the cell phone pondering the answer to his own question~
JPD: Enjoy your 15 minutes of Fame Dragon because the slow spiral to the bottom of the barrel begins tonight. Then when you limp your way into the triple threat match for the Savage Championship. I will expose you for the fraud that you are. And then Marcus Welsh and the entire world will see you for what you truly are. A second rate wrestler with a hero complex. You got Cypher, Bob Grenier, CJ O’Donnell and the rest of Paramount wanting a piece of you. But there is only one thing your wannabe hero ass should fear…
~Jace reaches down and opens the leather jacket he has on and reveals a black t-shirt with #Villain written across it~
JPD: Good luck tonight, you’re going to fucking need it.
~Jace closes the jacket and walks out of range of the cell phone. Madison stops recording and lowers the phone before we shift elsewhere in the arena~
~THE OCW feed cuts one more time, again returning us the copter cam footage of the speeding Corvette. The car races through downtown New York City escorted by New York City’s Finest~
~Green lights? Great. Red lights? No problem. Dense New York City traffic? Doesn’t matter. The car continues to travel through the streets as onlookers cheer on what they think is a high speed car chase~
~One more time, the feed cuts back to regularly scheduled OCW programming~
Jones: Hood...is that car headed here?
Hood: Nah man, it's rushing to find baby formula.
Jones: Oh gosh, do you think?
Hood: Of course not! Geezus man, act like you've been in this industry longer than a fuckin second.
Jones: Well, no need to be rude about it. I feel like something's heading our way, Hood. Feels like something big.
Hood: Look man, if you're having digestive issues, please...take care of those now. For your sake, but mostly mine.
Jones: I'll be fine. Alright folks, it's Main Event time! Will the legend prevail? Can CYPH3R keep his hot streak going? Or, will Amick Dogeron pull off one of the biggest wins of the year? Let's head to the ring!
Bob Grenier (14-6) vs. CYPH3R (5-2) vs. Amick Dogeron (3-0)
~MSG is hot. WHITE HOT. It’s main event time and you’d be hard pressed to find a main event with more talent than this one. Belvedere is in the center of the ring and he’s ready to go~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!! This match is a Triple Threat and it is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first…
~“Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake begins to play over the PA system as the crowd erupts in cheers. The song begins slowly and they know every word. They stand to their feet in anticipation and sing along~
“I don't know where I'm going
And I've made up my mind
Here I go again
Though I keep searching for an answer
'Cause I know what it means
“Here I go again on my own
But I've made up my mind
~He circles the ring one time before hopping up onto the apron. He grabs the top rope and does a front flip over into the ring landing on his feet. There he drops to a knee, bows his head, and takes a moment to himself~
Belvedere: Introducing next…
~"Fortune Days" by the Glitch Mob hits! The fans immediately start to BOO. The hooded CYPH3R makes his way to the ring. The ender of Veronica’s streak. The man who busted the ghost. He’s not liked by many, but that doesn’t seem to bother him as he marches to the ring with his sights set on another main event victory. He slides in under the bottom rope and pops to his feet~
Belvedere: Standing 5’9 and weighing in at 125lbs...he is the Superior Design...he is...CYPH3R!!!!!
Jones: Amick and CYPH3R in the ring together. Two stars who look to be the next ‘wave’ of talent to carry this promotion.
Hood: Isn’t Amick like fifty?
Jones: 41 but that doesn’t mean he can’t compete at the highest level for a sustained period of time. 41 isn’t THAT old.
Hood: Try telling that to CYPH3R.
Belvedere: And, their opponent…
~ WHERE THE HOOD AT by DMX blasts throughout the OCW arena as Bob Grenier marches toward the ring with JAM G right behind him. The fans go wild! This makeshift, undefeated team has captured a good chunk of momentum, especially after their big tag win two weeks ago. Grenier hustles up the steps and enters the ring with JAM G remaining on the outside. He throws his arms into the air as the OCW fans go wild for the legend~
Belvedere: From Timmins, Ontario, Canada...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs...he is a former OCW Champion, he is in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is...Bob Grenier!!!
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Jones: And here we go! The first main event for the month of June!
Hood: The future versus a mask versus an old man. I’m going with the future.
Jones: Not exactly the way I’d advertise it. But, okay.
~CYPH3R and Amick take a moment to measure the situation. Bob looks at both competitors, smiling. It’s that moment, right after the bell, where the competitors aren’t sure who’s going to start, which direction to go. Bob makes the decision for them, he turns and goes after CYPH3R with some lefts and rights! CYPH3R backs into a corner, trying to cover up! The fans go wild!! CYPH3R manages to duck under Bob and escape, stumbling toward the center of the ring where he’s dropped with a clothesline from Amick!! More cheers from the crowd!! Amick pulls CYPH3R up and he knees him in the gut a few times before slinging him over the top rope and to the outside!! More cheers!! Amick stares down at CYPH3R, he hits hard and rolls up against the barricade. Bob’s hand suddenly reaches from behind, snaring Amick by the hair and turning him around...Amick kicks Bob in the gut. Bob stumbles back. Amick hits the ropes...Bob fires forward with a lariat...Amick ducks...he hits the ropes, he springboards off with a reverse crossbody. Bob catches Amick, spins around, and slams him into the mat with a Spinebuster!!! The ring shakes from impact and the crowd yells with delight~
Jones: These fans are behind both Amick and Bob but, ya know, Bob’s more familiar.
Hood: Anybody is more familiar than a dude in a mask.
Jones: CYPH3R, meanwhile, has been cast aside for the time being.
Hood: That’s okay. Let those two idiots beat each other up and then sneak back in there and steal the pin.
~Grenier pulls Amick off the mat and he whips him into a corner. Amick slams hard. Bob charges in and spins around with an elbow into Amick’s face!! He then grabs Amick and whips him across the ring. Amick slams into the corner. Grenier charges forward...but, Amick kicks off the bottom buckle and flies at Grenier with a Flying Forearm!!! SMACK! Bob falls to the mat, holding his face. Amick rolls to the apron, he remains down for a moment before pulling himself up by the ropes. He looks into the ring, waiting for Bob to get up. The fans are behind him, excited to see a high flying move. Dogeron shakes the ropes, amped up. Bob gets to his feet...his back to Amick, he slowly turns around...Amick jumps...but CYPH3R reaches up, grabbing his legs!! He yanks Amick down...Amick’s masked face SMACKS into the apron, sending him falling back onto the floor. The fans BOOOOO. CYPH3R kicks at Amick on the outside while Grenier shakes his head a few times before noticing what’s going on via the OCWTron~
Jones: I know it’s legal but it still feels rotten.
Hood: Oh shut the fuck up.
Jones: I will not! This is America! We’re back where freedom of speech is top priority!
Hood: [mean word]
Jones: -pauses-
Hood: Obviously not.
~Bob watches CYPH3R kicking Amick from over the top rope while standing inside the ring. JAM G sneaks up behind CYPH3R. He pushes CYPH3R from behind. CYPH3R spins around and smacks JAM G with a roundhouse kick!! JAM G stumbles back into the barricade. CYPH3R turns back around and Bob flies over the top rope with a cross body, squashing CYPH3R into the ground. Grenier returns to his feet, fired up! The fans inside MSG are firmly behind him. He walks over to JAM G and pats him on the head...JAM G nods, holding his jaw. Bob then goes back after CYPH3R. He pulls The Superior Design off the floor...he sees Amick returning to his feet...Bob then whips CYPH3R into Amick! The two bodies collide, sending Amick back first into the steel steps and CYPH3R’s head slamming into the steel...they both fall back to the floor with Bob raising his fists high~
Jones: A two for one shot by Bob Grenier.
Hood: The man has been through more battles than anyone in OCW history. He knows how to fight, no matter the situation.
Jones: He’s seen just about every type of wrestler and just about every type of match there is to see in OCW. That experience has earned him the advantage in this one.
~Grenier stands over both competitors, sizing them up. He reaches down and he grabs CYPH3R slinging him into the ring. He remains on the outside with Amick...Grenier takes a few steps back and he runs forward, driving his knee into Amick’s face!! The impact sandwiches Amick’s head between Grenier’s knee and the steel steps! Amick slouches over. The fans don’t like seeing Amick take a blow like that, but they are still pulling for Grenier. Bob slides back into the ring. CYPH3R is on all fours, trying to recover. Bob pops to his feet, he hits the ropes and he BOOTS CYPH3R in the ribs, sending him flipping over, onto his back, holding his ribs in pain~
Jones: Grenier might have knocked Amick out. Now he’s going to try to pin CYPH3R.
Hood: Smart thinking. He sized them up, figured CYPH3R would be the easier of the two to pin and he’s halfway home to executing his plan.
Jones: Only problem is, CYPH3R is way tougher than he looks.
Hood: I mean, sure. He’s defeated Veronica, who is roughly his size. And Sadie, a ghost. But these are two full grown men he’s competing against.
Jones: Sexist. Paranormaphobe
Hood: Fuck off
~Bob stuffs his boot in CYPH3R’s face...CYPH3R immediately swipes it away. Bob laughs, kicking at CYPH3R. CYPH3R scrambles for the ropes. He pulls himself up...Bob reaches out and grabs his arm...he whips him across the ring. CYPH3R hits the ropes, Bob ducks and CYPH3R kicks him in the face!! Bob stumbles back!! CYPH3R knees Bob in the midsection, doubling him over. CYPH3R grabs Bob’s head in a front face lock...he’s trying to hit some kind of move, but Bob won’t let him...he blocks it. Bob shoves CYPH3R back. CYPH3R moves toward him but Grenier kicks CYPH3R right in the balls!! CYPH3R doubles over in pain. Bob hooks CYPH3R’s head and he hoists him up! The fans get on their feet~
Jones: Hollinger Park Hangman! Bob’s signature finishing move!
Hood: As much as I like CYPH3R, he ain’t getting up if he gets hit with that.
Jones: I can’t disagree
~CYPH3R drills Bob in the top of the head with a knee. Bob staggers around. He loses his grip on CYPH3R, who is vertical and upside down...Bob drops CYPH3R! But, he catches him before he hits the mat and jumps up, slamming him head first into the mat with a tombstone piledriver!!!! The fans go wild!! CYPH3R isn’t moving. Bob makes the cover...Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Jones: CYPH3R kicks out...but, man. That was a high impact move. Had to take a lot of energy out of The Superior Design.
Hood: Incredible strength by Bob to catch CYPH3R on the way down. That’s COUNTRY STRONG.
Jonese: Or, Canadian Strong.
Hood: Nah. That’s an Oxymoron.
~Bob pounds his fist into the mat. This little computer nerd should have stayed down. He returns to his feet and pulls CYPH3R along for the ride. CYPH3R hits Bob with a gut punch that does more damage than the Canadian Icon could have anticipated. CYPH3R, now free, takes a few steps back and smacks Bob in the face with a Yakuza Kick!!! Bob stumbles into the ropes...Amick hops onto the apron and he pulls down on the top rope!! Bob flips over, landing on the apron and hitting the floor with a hard thud! Amick quickly springs to his feet, he jumps up, he springboards off and he hits CYPH3R with a springboard flying forearm!~
Jones: And Amick is back in it!
Hood: Yea, you can knock a guy out for only so long. Especially when he’s wearing a mask.
Jones: Masks don’t absorb as much of the impact as you think, Hood.
Hood: You some kinda weird sex cult guy? You wear masks a lot?
Jones: I’m just saying!
~The impact from the move sends CYPH3R tumbling over his head, back to a kneels position. Instinctively, he fires up to his feet and runs at Amick...but Amick takes him over with an arm drag! He holds onto the arm and wrenches CYHP3R with an armbar! CYPH3R grimaces in pain, but the more he reacts to the pain, the more Amick twists and works the arm. CYPH3R uses his light, bendable frame to turns his body facing Amick...Amick still holding onto the arm...CYPH3R then reaches up and hooks Amick’s head with a front face lock! Amick rises to his feet, pulling CYPH3R up...CYPH3R maintains a lock on Amick’s head...Amick holds onto the armbar. Amick then throws CYPH3R over with a Northern Lights Suplex!!! BOOM! Huge impact! The fans go wild! CYPH3R rolls around, holding his arm. Amick remains down, holding his neck~
Jones: What a move! I don’t know how much it hurt CYPH3R in respect to what it cost Amick...but, wow!
Hood: Might have broken CYPH3R’s arm.
Jones: Well, there goes his hacking game.
Hood: Not really. CYPH3R is so elevated that he can hack with his mind.
Jones: Yea, I’m not buying that.
~Amick returns to his feet, working his neck back and forth...CYPH3R gets to his, protecting his right arm. Dogeron reaches for CYPH3R’s arm...CYPH3R kicks at him, keeping him away. But Amick stays after it...he lunges for the arm but CYPH3R manages to get a knee into the side of Amick’s neck!!! Dogeron is stunned, dropping to one knee. CYPH3R produces three straight penalty kicks into Amick’s chest! He’s reeling, about to fall over. CYPH3R runs into the ropes, he bounces off and he throws Download Complete (Kinshasa) at Amick’s head...but Amick tucks and rolls forward. CYPH3R stumbles...Amick pops to his feet, he springboards off the ropes with a moonsault. CYPH3R turns around and Amick comes down, grabbing him by the head and dropping him with an Inverted DDT!!! MSG erupts!! CYPH3R is down!! Amick goes for the cover!! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3...NO!
Jones: CYPH3R kicked out! Wow!
Hood: The Superior Design, baby!
Jones: He’s not out of the woods. Amick is hunting him and he’s got him in his sights.
~CYPH3R rolls away from Amick right after kicking out. Amick crawls after him. He reaches for CYPH3R and grabs him by the leg! The crowd pops! CYPH3R can’t escape. Amick stands up, holding onto CYPH3R’s leg...he starts to pull him back into the ring when he’s run over from behind by a boot to the back of the head from Grenier!!! The fans boo a little. Amick drops to the mat, letting CYPH3R go. CYPH3R scurries out of the ring, disappearing from sight. Bob’s sights, however, remain only on Amick, angry after he pulled him out of the ring~
Jones: CYPH3R escaped!
Hood: And Bob’s back. If Amick didn’t have his attention earlier, he certainly does now.
Jones: Welcome to the show, Amick.
~Amick can’t stay down. He knows this. He returns to his feet, favoring his neck. Bob sees this. Bob drills Amick with a punch into the neck, sending Dogeron stumbling into the ropes. Grenier grabs Amick by the hair and grabs his head...he gets him into position and takes him down with a Swinging Neck Breaker!!! Amick holds his neck in pain, rolling around. Bob returns to his feet looking as strong and confident as ever. Grenier pulls Dogeron off the mat and brings him in...he’s signaling that this is it. He hoists Dogeron up for Hollinger Park Hangman...but Dogeron wiggles free, landing behind Bob. The landing jars his neck a bit, creating hesitation. But, he runs into the ropes...he bounces off and leaps at Grenier with a flying forearm!! Bob turns around, catches Amick in midair, repositions him and drives him into the mat with a Falcon Arrow!!!! He holds on for the pin!!! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!
NOOOO
Jones: Amick got the shoulder up! He got the shoulder up!
Hood: That dude’s neck is about to get WRECKED
Jones: Whoever is under that mask is not only talented, but TOUGH
~Amick is on all fours. He rubs the back of his neck. Bob fires back up to his feet...he takes a few steps back, seeing the position Amick has given him. Grenier runs forward, jumps up and brings his foot down for a Curb Stomp!!! But Amick rolls the opposite way!! Bob’s foot slams into the apron...he reaches for his knee. It jammed upon impact. Amick gets to his feet behind Bob...he’s still favoring his neck. He hurries forward and tries to lock Bob into a Full Nelson...but Bob spins around and spits in Amick’s face~
Jones: Classic Grenier right there.
Hood: I hear that Grenier spit can eat through cement.
Jones: I hope that’s not the case, for the sake of Amick’s eyes.
Hood: Does he even have eyes? All I see is MASK
~The spit catches Amick off guard. Bob boots him in the gut and brings him in for another Hollinger Park Hangman attempt. He hoists him up but, once more, Amick wiggles free, landing behind Bob!! This time, he locks in the Full Nelson! MSG goes wild!!! Amick knees Bob in the kidneys as many times as he can before fatigues starts to settle in. The look on Bob’s face is of torture~
Jones: This crowd is now fully behind Amick! I think he’s winning them over!
Hood: Fuckin idiots. Always cheering for the mask.
Jones: It’s more than that, Hood. It’s what Amick stands for. He’s a rare breed in today’s pro wrestling landscape
~Grenier’s legs are giving out. The kidney shots on already damaged and ravaged kidneys have left this man out on his feet. Amick feels the ease up in Bob’s muscles...the lack of resistance. So, he sweeps the legs and takes him down, slamming him front first into the mat!! The crowd goes wild!!! Amick gets to his knees to roll Bob over when SMACK!!!~
Jones: It’s CYPH3R!
Hood: Sneaky fucker!
~Amick gets BLASTED in the face by CYPH3R as he hacks his way into this with Cutscene (Shining Wizard)!!! The momentum sends Amick rolling out of the ring. CYPH3R turns toward Bob. Grenier is face down...he is slowly pushing himself back up...he gets to all fours before kneeling...CYPH3R runs forward and BAM!!! Cutscene!!! Bob falls back, unconscious! CYPH3R jumps on top of him, he hooks the leg...Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...CYPH3R!!!!!
Jones: NO! Damnit!
Hood: Haha...The Superior Design does it again!
Jones: He just stole that match! He ruined it!
Hood: You might say he hacked his way to victory, right?
Jones: BAH
~CYPH3R is quick to exit. He’s got his win. No sense in sticking around. He heads down the aisle with fans booing and throwing stuff at him. The Superior Design can’t be bothered to care, slipping through the curtain and exiting. Back inside the ring, JAM G is checking on his partner. Bob’s head is swimming. Outside the ring, Amick pulls himself up, holding his head and he realizes the match is over. The slaps the apron with both hands, frustrated~
Jones: A tough one for Amick. He wasn’t pinned...but, he didn’t win, either.
Hood: Nope. But he’s got a Savage Title shot so he’ll be alright.
Jones: He had CYPH3R in his grasp, running from him. He had the Superior Design where he wanted him and Bob stepped in and, well, CYPH3R got away, regrouped, and won the match.
Hood: Triple threats, man. What are you gonna do? Learn from it. He’s got a much bigger won heading his way in three weeks.
Jones: Well, that’s true. A tough loss for Bob.
Hood: Bob had a great May. A GREAT May. This is just a minor setback. He’s teflon at this stage. He’ll be fine.
Jones: Alright folks...we hope you enjoyed our Main Event. CYPH3R continues to push the narrative that he might be, just may be the most talented wrestler on this roster. Another huge win for the Superior Design!
Hood: On the up and up!
Jones: More Massacre coming your way after this!
But I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
I ain't wasting no more time
Here I go again
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh, Lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on
To walk along the lonely street of dreams”
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
I ain't wasting no more time”
~ The OCWtron has lit up and the fans give a cheer for Meghan Strader as they can see her sitting on the bench in the Strader Family locker room with The Knife Man with a Doctor’s Coat on and the stethoscope in his mask ears as he listens to the irregularities in her chest.~
The Knife Man: Mrs. Kelser, if I didn’t know any better I wouldn’t say there are a lot of health issues going on but I do know better and I am saying that.
~Meghan looks up at him and smiles.~
Meghan: I don’t know what you mean, I have never been better.
~Meghan coughs hard into her hands, trying to hide the blood she just yacked up.~
Veronica: Mom, just tell him.
~The fans cheer at the sight of Veronica Strader coming onto the screen, standing beside The Knife Man. She places a hand on his shoulder as Meghan shakes her head.~
Meghan: Veronica, I - - - ahh, fuck it. Fine, tell him.
Veronica: Knifey, my mom is very sick and we need to declare her unfit to wrestle.
~The fans go quiet.~
Jones: Wait, Meghan is sick?
Hood: Why did he call her Mrs. Kelser?
Jones: That’s her married name, Hood. She uses her maiden name in the industry. Besides, that’s not the point.
The Knife Man: How sick are we talking?
Veronica: Cancer, Knifey. You have to declare her unfit. Please.
~Meghan shakes her head, holding back more coughing.~
Meghan: *clearing her throat* I really thought I could keep doing this…
Veronica: I know mom, and I am sorry but we can’t let ya do this.
~It cuts back to ringside to a stoic Jones and a slightly fazed Hood.~
Jones: Wow. OCW fans, if you just tuned in now not only did you miss an excellent return home Massacre but we just learned that one of the companies financiers, mother to Veronica Strader and older sister to Craze Champion Tamika Strader, who was helped out of the ring after making short work of The Dirtbag Kid, has just confirmed to our resident medic she is fighting cancer.
Hood: Guess those Marlboros caught up with her, amirite?
Jones: Dude.
Hood: What? It’s true! At least she doesn’t vape tho. Those are the real losers, Jones.
Jones: That isn’t the message, Hood. Anyway folks, hopefully OCW will find out more about the health situation of Meghan Strader before next week’s Massacre hopefully. From All of us at OCW, we wish a speedy recovery to one of the Strader women who pay the bills around here in Meghan Strader.
Hood: Kelser.
Jones: I told you- - - never mind, I am getting word we are being taken backstage again!
~“Obsession” by Animotion hits! The crowd rises with great anticipation. We were promised the reveal...it’s yet to happen...but, but...we’ve still got time. Welsh is coming out, this has to be it, right...right?? Welsh steps out from backstage and heads toward the ring. He may not be entirely comfortable with what he’s about to do but his chips are all out in the middle of the table, there’s no going back. So, he walks with confidence up the steps and through the ropes, snaring the microphone from Belvedere. He motions for the music to cut...it does~
Marcus Welsh: Sorry for keeping you all here later than expected. I know you’ve got jobs tomorrow and homes to return to but...there’s still business that must be sorted.
~He pauses. The fans chant “GOLDEN PHONE!”. Welsh tapes the microphone against his chin, nodding along with the chant~
Marcus Welsh: And, come to think of it, this really isn’t my fault. I gave this person ALL NIGHT to reveal themselves. And...they’ve yet to do it.
~Welsh shrugs. The fans boo~
Marcus Welsh: Which means, it’s up to me. No longer can this person hide behind an ominous item which enables them with the power to twist and poison my mind. It’s time to bring them out into the open where their reach is minimized. Do you fans all want to know who owns the Golden Phone?
~The fans yell out as loud as they can, “YES!”~
Marcus Welsh: I thought so. The owner of the Golden Phone is…
~The lights in the arena begin to flicker. Static sounds. The purge mask appears on TV screens throughout, including the OCWTron. Welsh stumbles back, the static, flickering, and purge mask having turned into a sort of trigger for him. The fans murmur...they hold tight, unsure of what to expect~
Jones: What’s going on, Hood?
Hood: The hell if I know...but Welsh punched back and, well, he might have angered whoever...whatever has been fucking with him.
~The lights go dark for a few moments with the purge mask pulsing blue and red on the screens until the lights flicker back on to show a man wearing a hoodie and the exact same purge mask! The fans gasp. Welsh looks up, slowly rising. He’s not sure what to make of what he’s seeing. The purge masked person moves which, in itself, freaks a few fans out. It then makes its way down the ramp toward the ring~
Jones: Uhh
Hood: Should Welsh be scared...is this guy heading down there to MURDER him?
Jones: I can’t assume it’s a guy, Hood.
Hood: It clearly is! Look, I know the person is skinny but if that’s a girl, geezus. Somebody pay for those tits to get done, like yesterday. And possibly that ass, too.
~The Purged Mask Person enters the ring, walking straight toward Welsh. Welsh seems a little unsure. All the glitching and creepy effects stop. Welsh looks around and then back at the person staring at him...he grows a little more confident. The Purged Mask Person remains still, like its in stasis. Welsh circles them~
Marcus Welsh: What has become of you? You’re smaller than I remember. Much skinnier. Did you shrink?
~The Purged Mask Person has no response~
Jones: Is that the owner of The Golden Phone?
Hood: Welsh certainly thinks so.
~Welsh returns to front facing this person. He folds his arms and stares at him before immediately screaming into the mic~
Marcus Welsh: DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ANGUISH YOU’VE CAUSED ME?
~The Purged Mask Person does not flinch~
Marcus Welsh: All you’ve done is proven why I never wanted to get back into business with you in the first place. You vile, miserable…
~Welsh bites his tongue, knowing this tirade could go down a road that might be wisely left untraveled. He closes his eyes and wrangles some composure~
Marcus Welsh: You know what, whatever. Take off that mask.
~The person does not~
Marcus Welsh: I said, take off that mask. Show everybody who you are.
~They do not~
Marcus Welsh: TAKE OFF THE FUCKING MASK!
~Nope~
Marcus Welsh: Fuck!
~Welsh reaches forward and he RIPS the mask off to reveal...~
Jones: WHAT?
Hood: Uhh, well, this would certainly explain all the electronic malfunctions but...I...uh, I’m not really getting this.
~It’s CYPH3R under the mask!! The fans, like Jones and Hood, are confused. Welsh looks at CYPH3R’s confident face and then down at the mask...he does a double take~
Marcus Welsh: Hold up. You’re NOT the owner of the Golden Phone, CYPH3R. What the hell are you doing out here?
CYPH3R: Ur telling me u never saw this coming? Man, I must be so much better at this than I thought. Actually tbf it doesn’t take much to outsmart ur pals, Welsh. They led me right to ur computer - probs the easiest hack I’ve ever had to do, and it was right under ur nose.
Marcus Welsh: Wait, my pals? My computer? Listen, I don’t have pals. I have Greg, and i have employees. And there’s no way that any of my employees or my Greg would have allowed you access to my computer without some resistance.
CYPH3R: So many ppl think they’re untouchable, that they have a simple antivirus or VPN, but u didn’t have either of those things. Funny that, the owner of one of the biggest wrestling federations in the US has no protection against hacking. I exposed u Marcus, and I’d do it again.
Marcus Welsh: Oh really? Well guess what, cyphEr? You’re not gonna get the chance because your ass is fired.
CYPH3R: Tf are u saying? U can’t get rid of me, I’m one of the hottest talents on the roster.
Marcus Welsh: You flew too close to the sun, Cypherus. Now, crawl back into whatever dark, nerdy, gaming dungeon that spawned you. In other words, GET PURGED
CYPH3R: THAT’S BULLSHIT
~On the Tron, just outside the arena, the Corvette escorted by the NYPD turns off the street. The rumble of its engine causes every fan in the arena as well as Welsh and CYPH3R to turn their attention toward the Tron.
HOOD: WHAT!?
~MSG goes ape shit crazy.
JONES: Oh for fucks sake.
HOOD: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
JONES: Could you calm down just a little bit? It’s just…
~After the theme transitions, Thaddeus Duke emerges from backstage dressed in his most comfortable ‘Lionheart’ hoodie and denim jeans. The New York crowd roars with excitement as their favorite adopted son makes his way toward the ring. At the end of the aisle way, Thad takes a few moments to greet some fans and exchange some hand slaps before he starts up the steps. As is his custom, at the top of the ring steps he pauses and looks over his shoulder.
HOOD: THADDEUS FUCKING DUKE!
JONES: Yeah, yeah. Eleven time wrestling champion, actor, war hero, blah blah blah, insert more Thad Duke ego boosting here.
~Entering the ring, CYPH3R smirks at his friend and the two exchange a fist bump before Thad is handed a microphone.
THAD: HOW WE DOIN’ TWO ONE TWO!?
~The crowd erupts again.
WELSH: Cut the bullshit, Thad!
THAD: Marcus, you don’t speak until you’re invited to, you got that?
~Welsh goes to speak but his mic is abruptly cut off. He throws his arms up in disgust.
THAD: I’d like to hear more about how you plan to fire CYPH3R.
~Thad motions to Welsh, permitting him to speak.
WELSH: I’m not planning on firing him, Thad.
~Welsh steps to CYPH3R.
WELSH: It’s already done. GET OUT OF MY RING!
~CYPH3R smirks at Welsh, but says nothing. Thad smiles.
THAD: Your ring?
~Welsh returns his attention to Thad.
WELSH: You got 25 and a half percent of my company, Thad. That’s it. You can show your face around here as much as you want, I can’t stop you. I still have controlling interest. You can’t stop me from firing him or anyone else.
THAD: Before I tell the world what they’re seeing, let’s take a walk down memory lane and put on full display the why, shall we?
WELSH: As a minority owner, you’re free to say whatever you want.
THAD: First, there was the purge. I get it man, you wanted to hit the reset button. You wanted to wash away Who’re’s mistakes, but not everything she did was a mistake. You fired damn near everyone she hired and did you think of the repercussions?
No.
Instead, you had to pay breach of contract settlements to something like 30 different talents and it damn near bankrupted this entire company.
WELSH: But it didn’t!
THAD: Didn’t we just discuss this? You speak only when I tell you to.
~Welsh shakes his head out of frustration and irritation.
THAD: OCW didn’t go bankrupt Marcus, because you accepted payment from an active member of the OCW roster just to keep the company afloat.
That’s a major conflict of interest.
WELSH: Neither Strader has ever received any favor from me. I have made my decisions straight up without their money influencing…
~Thad holds a fist up and Welsh’s mic is cut off once again. Clearly frustrated, Welsh drops the microphone to the mat.
THAD: The Strader’s aside, let’s take a look at just a few of your biggest mistakes.
You hired the two worst pilots in aviation history - believe me, as a pilot myself, those two were never getting you to Australia, which for the record, is very much real because I’ve been there several times.
You waited, Marcus. You waited nearly a month with YOUR roster under the constant threat of death instead of picking up the golden phone I gave you when you told me last year that you wouldn’t be honoring the remainder of my contract.
That was a test. It was a test that you failed miserably because had you called the very moment y’all were under duress, I’d have ordered my military to intervene and help every single person on this roster, no questions asked, no strings attached. Instead, your pride and stupidity got in the way and a member of YOUR staff lost their life as a result.
~Welsh picks up the mic and Thad nods at him, permitting him to speak.
WELSH: I didn’t want your help, Thad! Everything you do, it always comes with strings. Nothing you do is ever out of kindness…
THAD: You have it all wrong. Yes, I do a lot of things that are in my own self interest but what you never realized is my own self interest more often than not, translates to what’s best for business.
Despite you firing me and the cash cows that started beating down the door to OCW trying to come here the moment my signing hits the news wires, I never held any ill will toward you, or toward any person that has been carrying OCW on their backs.
None of what you’re about to find out, Marcus, happens if you’d called when you should’ve.
~Welsh figuratively scratches his head, trying to figure out what Thad’s getting at.
HOOD: Like him or not, Thaddeus Duke was the catalyst for OCW’s boom period about a year ago.
JONES: I’ll give him that much.
HOOD: I’m not sure he cares if he has your support.
THAD: You still maintain a 39 percent stake in this company. Zybala has another 10. I have the 25 and a half, so that leaves another 25 and a half remaining
Remind us what you did with that other 25 and half percent, Marcus. Remind us what you did with more than a quarter of this company to ensure that you didn’t lose controlling interest in OCW.
HOOD: He sold it to a media company!
JONES: He’s talking to Marcus, Hood! Take Thad’s dick out of your mouth for a minute!
WELSH: I sold it. The remaining 25 and a half percent of OCW was sold to Mojave, LLC.
THAD: Don’t you think the owner of that company should have a say in what goes on here in OCW?
WELSH: As an owner, Miss MacKay is more than welcome to allow her voice to be heard, Thad. Same as yours.
THAD: I’m glad you see it my way.
~Turning away from Welsh, Thad addresses the crowd.
THAD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
It gives me great pride to introduce you and all of OCW, to the one… the only… LAUREN MacKAY!
~The capacity crowd at Madison Square Garden comes alive as ‘Adrenalize’ by In This Moment begins to play. They know the theme. The incomparable SAHARA emerges from backstage looking hot as always. Evidenced by the figurative hearts in CYPH3R’s eyes.
JONES: Sahara!?
HOOD: The wife of Thaddeus Duke!
~Welsh is beside himself in the ring, looking like he’s about to come unglued. Sahara makes her way to the ring to a roarous reaction from the OCW faithful. Thad sits the middle rope, aiding his wife into the ring.
THAD: If you’ve done the math in your head Marcus, then you realize that the Duke’s now own 51 percent of OCW. And to make things just a little less complicated, earlier today Lion’s Guard Entertainment acquired Mojave, LLC and with it, that other 25 and half percent.
When you look at me Marcus, you’re looking at the sole majority owner of OCW.
HOOD: OH MY GOD!
JONES: Jesus fucking Christ! IT WAS A COUP!
HOOD: Thad Duke is the majority owner! He’s just figuratively beheaded Marcus Welsh on live television.
THAD: So tell me again, how do you plan to fire CYPH3R?
~Welsh goes to speak, but no words fall from his lips.
THAD: You say you’ve never been swayed in your decision making by the Strader’s and their money. If that’s really the case, why then was CYPH3R, one of, if not THE hottest act in OCW, left off of the card for Big Game Hunting right after defeating Veronica Strader LIVE on Massacre? Another one of your hottest acts, by the way.
~Again, Welsh goes to speak but once again, no words are uttered from his lips. Thad turns to CYPH3R.
THAD: We became friends, you and I. You’ve been doing my bidding for several weeks and I intend to right his wrongs as a thank you and because you fucking deserve it.
You might not have been on the card for Big Game Hunting, but you WILL be on the card for Reformation and in a prime spot. On that night, you’ll be going one on one with Dangerous Dan with the Transatlantic Championship on the line.
HOOD: Thaddeus Duke! New majority owner of OCW is already making moves!
JONES: I have a real ominous feeling, Hood. Thaddeus Duke has a tyrannical side to him.
~Thad turns to the hard camera.
THAD: To Meghan and Tamika Strader, I’ll see you in my office first thing next Monday night on Massacre.
Don’t be late.
~He again returns his attention to Marcus Welsh.
THAD: You know, we don’t have to be enemies. I know we don’t see eye to eye on many things. What you need to realize, is that I give 110% to everything I choose to do. I put OCW on my back a year ago with the intent on helping OCW reach heights it’s never seen before.
It’s what I did as a wrestler, and that’s what I’ll do as the owner.
I know we got off on the wrong foot, Marcus…
So let’s try the other one.
~SMACK! Huge crowd pop.
HOOD: HEAT SEEKER!
JONES: WELSH IS OUT COLD!
~Welsh lays flat on his back after the superkick. Thad stares down at the unconscious Marcus Welsh for a few moments before turning to the hard camera and resuming.
THAD: I may have sole possession of the majority of OCW, but I need to make one thing very clear to each and every one of you with your eyes glued to the monitors in the back.
While I’m not an active competitor at this stage of my career, It is in your best interest to make sure I remain upright and conscious for the foreseeable future. Because if something were to happen to me, if I was somehow unable to perform my duties as the owner, as YOUR employer, I’ve set it up so someone else can make decisions in my stead.
You may hate me. You may detest the very air I breathe and despise the ground I walk on, but I can assure you, you do not want the person that holds my proxy to have authority over you.
~Thad turns toward his wife with a smirk on his face.
THAD: I may not be an active competitor, but Sahara is signed, sealed and delivered to OCW on my own golden platter. If I go down, she holds the proxy.
~She smiles back at him as he takes a few steps toward her. Face to face, the two love birds look into each others eyes.
THAD: Babydoll, tell ‘em why conspiring against me is a bad idea.
~Thad hands the microphone to his wife who flashes a devilish little grin before turning to address the world of wrestling.
SAHARA: Trust me when I say this my sweet, sweet nothings, and believe me when I say it; you’d much rather work with a man like my Thad… than against a woman like me...”
~That familiar smirk curls her right lip as she looks out across the ocean of cheering fans.
SAHARA: For weeks, I’ve been sittin’ on the sidelines, watchin’ from a distance… observing. Taking notes. And for weeks I’ve witnessed some of the usual suspects in our great sport; unchecked arrogance, unchecked ego, disingenuous grace—
~She glances at CYPH3R with a sultry smile.
SAHARA: —and sometimes intelligence. At least in Cypher's case. As well as others amongst this roster of misfits and miscreants, that have been judged… and found wanting.
Now you get to deal with me!
~After a slight curtsey to the different sections of the crowd, Sahara hands the microphone back to her husband.
THAD: OCW…
Wake up and get dressed… Your Thaddy’s home..
Jones: Holy shit he’s back and he’s brought his wife with him!
Hood: Thaddeus Duke...the man! The lionheart is back! A former Savage Champion and a future OCW Champion.
Jones: Calm down, Hood. He's not even an active competitor.
Hood: How can a person calm down at a time like this? Why did Welsh wait so long to call him...he even brought Sahara with him...she’s so HOT
Jones: She’s also very good in the ring.
Hood: Yea, whatever, who cares...LOOK AT HER
Jones: Okay, that’s enough from you. Thaddeus Duke was the owner of the Golden Phone. A former OCW Savage Champion. One of the most coveted wrestlers in the sport. He’s back and something tells me he’s not going anywhere any time soon!
Hood: He saved us! He saved us all from Death...well, except for Smith, anyway. We are indebted to this man! WE LOVE YOU THADDEUS
Jones: I’m sure this is going to cause more than a bit of controversy inside OCW and out. That will be dealt with in the coming days. For now, Thaddeus Duke is back on OCW TV and, as far as ratings go...that’s a great thing. That’s it for tonight, folks! We’ll see you all next Monday with another episode of Massacre!
Hood: THAD! SAHARA! UP HERE!
~Hood tries to get the attention of Thad and Sahara, who remain in the ring looking every bit the part. We slowly fade out~