OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! July 18th 2022
FROM The T-Mobile Arena
In Kansas City, Missouri

~The local Kansas City police department is on high alert. They’ve received a message via social media that a BIG TIME MASSACRE is heading their way. Luckily, OCW has sent LEO to the precinct to put their worries at ease~

Leo: Excuse me, officers!

~All the officers put down the guns and their donuts, listening to the skinny but confident man~

Leo: I’m here to tell you that a Massacre is not LITERALLY coming to your town.

~They exhale~

Leo: But a Massacre IS coming to your town!

~High alert resumes~

Leo: OCW is bringing Monday Night Massacre to Kansas City!

~The police officers are ready to pounce. Just show them the way, Leo. SHOW THEM THE WAY~

Leo: Six Pay Per View Caliber matches headlined by an OCW Championship Main Event!

~The officers look at one another. Hmm, this sounds kinda cool. I mean, beats what usually goes on in and around Kansas City~

Leo: OCW legend The Big Bifford will defend his OCW Championship against former TransAtlantic Champion and leader of the Proud and Strong movement, Veronica Strader! The OCW Championship has not changed hands on Massacre since August 7th, 2017 when The Incredible One defeated his Aptitude stablemates CJ O’Donnell and Matt Meyhu!

~A few of them remember The Aptitude. And one guy yells out, “LIME TIME!” clear indicator he’s a big Meyhu fan~

Leo: And that’s not all. Kansas City’s own CRASH RODRIGUEZ returns as part of the OCW crew tonight!

~Everybody likes a hometown hero. So they cheer. Except for one cop~

Cop: Hey! Is he still with that old man...poop hole or something?

Leo: His name is Lou Pohl and, yes, he’s managing Crash.

Cop: That guy fucked my mother! LET ME AT HIM! I’LL GIVE HIM A MASSACRE!

Leo: Whoa, whoa! You guys gotta chill that dude out!

~The cops work to subdue their angry partner. Leo holds up a wad of tickets~

Leo: Take the night off. Enjoy yourselves. Passes and drink tickets are here for everyone! See you at the show!

~Leo throws the gifts into the air before rushing out of the princinct. We cut straight to the LIVE broadcast! We cut to the sold out T-Mobile Center in Kansas City, Missouri! Fans are going wild! The officers from before are all pretty lit, enjoying themselves. Looks like they left that one angry dude behind. Good deal, considering what’s on the docket for opening segment. We pan around, quickly. One sign catches our attention...it reads, “DEAR GOD IS LILITH REALLY BACK? FUCK!” We quickly cut to the ring where we find none other than Crash Rodriguez working a grill, While Louis Pohl stands with a mic at hand. Smoke rises from the cooked meat, surely a fire hazard, but this packed house at the T-Mobile Center doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, they’re loving it as they dance to “Psycho Killer” by The Talking Heads while it reverberates through the arena~

Jones: It’s Monday night in Kansas City, and it’s time to kick things off right, and what better way to do just that than with a barbeque?

Hood: Head

~Those in the arena continue to dance and howl along to the music, soaking up the good times with their hometown hero. Lou Pohl’s voice cuts through the PA System~

Louis Pohl: KANSAS CITY, YOU’RE HOMETOWN HERO HAS RETURNED!

~The arena comes unglued, shaking against the massive force of cheers. Lou and Crash nod their heads as the grill continues to burn~

Louis Pohl: We got some hot dogs-

Crash: WHO WANTS SOME GLIZZIES?!

~The people in the front row try to jump over the barricade, trying to achieve the pure delight of Crash’s wieners. A woman shrieks from the crowd, declaring her love for The Crooked Man, as the two men smile~

Louis Pohl: Oh, I do!

Crash: Hold on, Lou. Children first!

~The OCW crowd starts rhythmically chanting for Bash~

Louis Pohl: Uhhhh, Well, I kinda found a daycare for him. BUT DON’T WORRY! They are 100% legit. Raving reviews.

Crash: Alright, Lou, then I guess we can get THIS PARTY STARTED

~“Let’s Get It Started” by The Black Eyed Peas starts to fill the arena. Men and women alike dance and sway as they sloppily spill their beer on each other. Crash is bobbing his head as he flips some burgers, while Lou tries his damndest to floss for this loving live audience~

~ Crash and Lou stand in the ring quite proud of their BBQ when suddenly “Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)” by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts starts up and Lou Pohl doesn’t look pleased at all. ~

Jones: Uh-Oh… Craze champ is in the building.

Hood: Whoopdedoo!

~ The fans boo loudly as Tamika Strader steps out on stage, in her streetwear but the yellow leather strap of the Craze Champion is over her shoulder, her hand gripped on tightly. She lets the fans boo seeing how it is Crash’s hometown, and like stated so many fucking times before, she is the nice Strader. She lifts her forearms and struts in spot to her theme giving off a wink to Lou. Her music dies down as The Knife Man (loyal friend to the Strader Clan brings her a microphone). ~

Hood: Oh no, she’s gonna speak.

Jones: Quiet, Hood! She’s a fighting Craze champion since March 27th’s Luck of the Violent deserves that much.

Tamika Strader: Louie Louie, Crashy Crashy… how the hell are ya?

~ Neither man looks impressed but the approval of the boos raining down on her make them smile. She ignores it, hometowns are finicky. She paces the stage looking down at the ring. ~

Tamika Strader: Crash, I have tried to be nothing but good to you. You earned a shot at my baby and when you couldn’t get the job done I didn’t attack you, belittle you… no, I showed #TamikaCares by giving you a year's supply of both diapers and formula and that shit is harder to get than pure Columbian Cocaine!

Jones: She has a point, Hood.

Hood: My dick has a point too.

~ Crash watches on, his eyes following the Craze title over her shoulder, Lou looks on, possibly nervous but the old bastard knows how to keep his cards close to his chest. ~

Tamika Strader: You know I am the rational one right? Veronica, Victoria… they’ll superkick you in the back of the head. My brother John? He might just shoot you and Megz, well, be thanking whatever deity it is that you worship that she isn’t here. You could’ve come and had a calm RATIONAL conversation with me and you would know I didn’t lay a hand on the Creeper-Stache cause that’s not who I am. Why?

~ A small group of fans yell “#TamikaCares” over the jeers. She points in their direction, nodding with the statement. ~

Tamika Strader: See, Crash, Crab-Catcher, I have a theory.

Hood: God, it’s like listening to Alice.

Jones: Is that Alice over there?!

Hood: WHAT WHERE?!

~ Hood ducks down behind their desk giving Jones some entertainment. ~

Tamika Strader: I was going to say I believe but that’s not true, I actually do know Louie boy kicked his own ass like Jim Carey in Liar Liar and most definitely made a disparaging remark about Sahara’s bra size. You see, someone sent me the security camera footage that mysteriously went missing that night. Are you ready to have your minds blown? Good, because Machete Phil is back in the truck and ready to air it! Roll it sugar tits!

~ The OCWtron lights up and begins to play a video file. Lou’s nervous face turns to laughter as Tamika hears herself singing. She turns around looking up at the tron to see herself in all her glory singing in the shower. ~

Hood: Oh, that’s good stuff. Craze Champion kinda hot.

Jones: Inappropriate, Hood.

~ Crash and Lou hold one another as they laugh and point at Tamika. She just lifts her brow nodding. ~

Tamika Strader: What am I, Cass Baumer? Geez. I will find it, Crash I promise you. And Lou, you made a very big mistake crossing me. I might be the nice one and I might be the one that cares but those are the ones you should be afraid of.

Tamika Singing(over sound system from video): I’m a natural ma’am, doing what I can, my temperature is running highhhhhhh!!!!

~ She shakes her head then sneers at the duo in the ring as she heads backstage to find out what happened. ~

~The camera fades backstage and you see Killa Kali walking backstage. You hear a chair connecting with the back of Killa as he goes head first into a vending machine. ~

CJ O’Donnell: Did you miss me fook-tard? Are you ready for Plethora or is it Big Bifford this week? Or maybe you’ll be fight Veronica after tonight…

~Killa turns around and CJ starts driving closed right fist into his skull as he continues to talk trash to him. ~

CJ O’Donnell: Atleast you have some balls unlike The Lost Stranger you show your face and aren’t a coward. I respect you Killa I really do. Just imagine if I didn’t like you what kind of punishment I would inflict on you.

~ Killa is up against the vending machine and CJ knees him in the face. CJ picks up the chair and place it underneath the neck of Killa as he applies pressure. Kali is gasping for air as CJ just smiles as he continues to talk. ~

CJ O’Donnell: Come on Killa let’s really get that killa instinct out of you.

~ CJ removes the chair from underneath Killa’s neck and in a swift motion he drives the chair into his rib cage area. CJ drops the chair and walks away as Killa is laying on the floor. ~

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~Welsh steps into his office. It’s early in the day...he scrolls through his phone, looking at his email. He fingers through some messages, seeking something. His desires are left unfulfilled~

Marcus Welsh: CAPTAIN!

~Cap Slock pokes his head inside~

Cap Slock: YESSIR

Marcus Welsh: I don’t see a message from Miss Calaway.

Cap Slock: THAT’S BECAUSE SHE HASN’T MESSAGED, SIR

~Welsh sighs. He really hoped she’d get back to him sooner rather than later. But it appears she’s gonna wait the entire time frame before making a choice~

Cap Slock: SHOULD I GO AHEAD AND TERMINATE THE PLANS FOR HER PPV MATCH AND MIX TEAM?

~Welsh rushes to squash that idea~

Marcus Welsh: NO! You will do no such thing! She’s got another week. The last thing I want to do is deprive Alexandra Calaway the opportunity she deserves.

~Welsh pats Cap Slock on the shoulder. He sees a new watch around Welsh’ wrist~

Cap Slock: IS THAT A NEW WATCH?

~Welsh pulls it away, quick~

Cap Slock: NICE. WHAT’S ONE OF THOSE GO FOR? TEN? FIFTEEN THOUSAND??

Marcus Welsh: That’s personal. Go see what’s going on with the roster and report back. I need to get set up.

~The Captain does as he’s told, exiting. Welsh looks at his watch and slowly removes it, placing it in his pocket. He sits down at his desk and pulls a bag up, removing the lock and reaching inside. It’s the envelope Calaway gave him last week. He opens it. What started as 20k looks to be down to around 8k. He sighs and slides it back inside the back, locking it shut. We cut away~

Jones: Is Welsh using that money Ally gave him on personal expenses?

Hood: Maybe. If so, who cares? It was a gift.

Jones: A gift that could, maybe, curry some favor? If so, that's pretty shady.

Hood: Nah, employees give their bosses envelopes containing thousands of dollars all the time. It's no big deal.

Jones: I thin it MIGHT be a big deal, Hood. Even if she had good intentions, Welsh might feel the need to repay the gift...offering preferential treatment, perhaps.

Hood: Calm down, Alex Jones.

Jones: We'll have to keep an eye on that one, folks. In the meantime, we've got our first match of the evening as the OCW Savage Champion, Jace Parker Davidson takes on THE RAGING SKULL. It's live and it's NEXT!

Singles Match
Jace Parker Davidson (3-0) vs. The Raging Skull (0-1)

Belvedere: Our first match this evening is a singles match scheduled for one fall!

Jones: We’re about to have our opening match here in the T-Mobile Center here in Kansas City, Missouri. I’m sure you’ll have plenty to say about this one, Hood.

Hood: You’re damn right I do. We’re about to witness the best match on the entire card. It’s just a shame that management didn’t see fit to make this an OCW Savage Championship match.

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~The lights in the T-Mobile Center dim as the sound of “PSYCHOSOCIAL” by Slipknot begins to blast throughout the building. The crowd stands on their feet and cheers wildly as The Raging Skull makes his way out on stage. He looks out at the fans then raises his arms into the air as fire explodes from both sides of the stage.~

Belvedere: From Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at 338lbs. Here is THEEE RAGINGGG SKULLLL!!!

Jones: Well, here is the man that our OCW Savage Champion tried to handpick as his first title defense. After all the things he and Garry “Ray-Ray” Nelson did last week, it’s typical that our Champion would choose a cushy opponent such as The Raging Skull.

Hood: Shut up! This is going to be the Match of the Year hands down. The fact that a chump like Amick Dogeron tried to steal this dream match away from us should be a crime punishable by death!

~As the fire dies down on stage The Raging Skull lowers his arms and begins to march his way down the ramp towards the ring. He ignores the cheers from the crowd because all he cares about is tonight’s match. The Raging Skull makes it halfway down the ramp when suddenly someone comes racing out on stage and down the ramp behind an unknowing Raging Skull.~

Jones: What the hell is this?!

Hood: Fuck yeah, I told you that this was going to be the Match of the Year!

~That person turns out to be Jace Parker Davidson who is wearing a Russell Wilson orange Denver Broncos jersey and his OCW Savage Championship belt around his waist. He also has a steel chair in his hands. JPD leaps into the air and smashes The Raging Skull with a chair shot to the back of the head that sends him crumbling down to the entrance ramp.~

Jones: This is completely uncalled for here! The Raging Skull is an enhancement talent for God’s sake!

Hood: The Raging Skull is 7ft tall and over 300lbs. He isn’t an enhancement talent; he is a serious threat. I just knew my boy JPD would kick this match off with a bang!

~JPD flaunts his Broncos jersey to the Kansas City fans who boo loudly at both JPD’s actions and his football team of choice. The Raging Skull struggles to a vertical base then stumbles his way towards the ring. JPD follows behind The Raging Skull then gives him a shot to the spine with the steel chair. The Raging Skull drops to one knee in front of the ring apron. JPD grabs a hold of The Raging Skull then rolls him under the bottom rope and into the ring.~

Jones: This should be grounds for a disqualification! The referee needs to do his job and declare The Raging Skull the winner of this match!

Hood: False, you gigantic pussy. The match hasn’t officially started yet which means THE Savage Champion is free to do whatever the hell he wants. This man is an absolute genius taking it to The Raging Skull when he least expected it!

~JPD slides into the ring with the steel chair in hand. He gets to his feet then begins to rain down vicious chair shots to The Raging Skull as the crowd continues to boo loudly. JPD tosses the chair down to the canvas then snatches the microphone from Belvedere then ushers him out of the ring. The boos from the crowd only increase as JPD raises the microphone up to his lips.~

JPD: Love you guys, I love all my fans even here in a shithole like Kansas City!

~The crowd begins chanting “Shut the Fuck Up” towards JPD who just pats his hand over his heart.~

JPD: I bet you all were expecting me to come out here and just simply squash my opponent here in record time. I bet you’re all as simple minded as those meat clowns in the back that call themselves wrestlers. You think I’m trying to weasel my way to an easy win against an enhancement talent.

~JPD gestures with his free hand down to the fallen Raging Skull on the canvas.~

JPD: I’m not that kind of man, I’m not that kind of Champion. You see, people here in the audience and people in the back like to discredit the talents of this man on the mat. Yet, even with his recent missteps inside of the ring this man has managed to be more OVER than anyone else back in the locker room tonight.

~JPD nods his head and down at his own comment as the crowd continues to rain down their hatred towards the OCW Savage Champion.~

JPD: So much so that some lonely mark living in his parent’s basement decided to go and create a fake Twitter account for The Raging Skull. That’s right, my opponent is so popular that some fat slob is sitting at home behind a computer screen pretending to be a real wrestler on the internet. Fucking pathetic.

Hood: It’s astonishing the levels that some people would stoop to on the internet in hopes of being even a small percentage of the man that The Raging Skull is.

Jones: Those are baseless accusations, and you know it!

~JPD lowers the microphone and begins laughing to himself but no one else in the building other than Hood is sharing the OCW Savage Champion’s sense of humor.~

JPD: To make matters worse, this same sad individual decided to record a promo dressed as The Raging Skull that somehow aired on OCW television. Then this person went to Twitter and bragged about how his fake promo had more views than mine did. I mean, what are you trying to accomplish here? Do you think that I’m some idiot that can’t tell the real Raging Skull from an obvious bootleg copy like yourself? Did you think your piss poor promo was somehow equal to a win for the real Raging Skull?

~JPD pauses and looks around at the crowd waiting for an answer but all he gets is the same level of hatred as before.~

JPD: Talking about Skull fucking me, saying I’d probably stick one of The Raging Skull’s horns up my ass. Please, and this goes for all of you. Keep your gay erotic fantasies about me to your cheap Fanfic that you post on the internet. It’s people like TLS that enjoy people to do stupid things like his whole babysitting gimmick. People like this can’t keep my name out of their mouths but I guess the letters JPD in the mouths is the closest thing they’ll ever get to oral sex. I know being as great as I am makes people obsess over me. The simple mention of my name is delicious on their taste buds. But this isn’t about virgin wrestling fans or wannabe DC comics characters that pretend to be talented wrestlers.

~The Raging Skull begins to stir on the canvas, but JPD begins stomping on the back of the head of his opponent before continuing.~

JPD: It’s about my Massacre in ring debut. It’s about stealing the show. So, trust me when I say that this match will happen tonight against the real deal and not some cheap imitation. The Raging Skull is better than that. And because I appreciate his ability, I’m going to correct a mistake made by OCW management. This match won’t be some boring ass standard match. Since I am the man with the MOST IMPORTANT belt in OCW, I declare this match is going to be an OCW Savage Championship match and my first official defense against a worthy opponent.

~JPD drops the microphone then reaches behind his back and takes the OCW Savage Championship from around his waist. He raises the OCW Savage Championship belt high into the air which causes a dash of cheers to spring forth from the majority of boos.~

Jones: He doesn’t have that kind of power! He can’t just decide what kind of match this is going to be after Marcus Welsh already finalized the card!

Hood: He is THE Savage Champion and if he wants to put his title on the line tonight then how can anyone stop him? Time and time again JPD prove his word is gold and follows through with his actions. We got a second title match here tonight!

~Puff the referee walks over and begins to argue with JPD that he can’t just make this a title match. Puff points down at The Raging Skull and the steel chair he used to attack his opponent. Puff begins trying to enforce his will as the assigned official for this match, but JPD grabs a hold of Puff by the collar. JPD gets in the man’s face and begins threatening him as Puff shakes with fear. JPD lets go of Puff’s collar then shoves the OCW Savage Championship belt into his chest. Reluctantly Puff raises the Championship belt into the air to signal that the title will indeed be on the line.~

Jones: I cannot believe that Puff is just going to go along with this nonsense!

Hood: Just one of the many ways that JPD is making OCW better. These people from Kansas Shitty paid good money for their tickets and now as a bonus they are getting to the very first defense of the OCW Savage Championship belt by Jace Parker Davidson. This is history in the making!

~Puff lowers the Championship belt then hands it to Belvedere on the outside of the ring. Puff signals for the bell to start this official OCW Savage Championship match.~

DING DING

~JPD bounces in place a couple of times while trying a few punches in a shadow boxing manner. Using his foot JPD rolls The Raging Skull over onto his back. JPD makes a lazy cover on The Raging Skull confident that his job for the night is done as Puff slides in for the count.~

ONE

KICKOUT!

Jones: The Raging Skull just kicked out of that poor attempt at a cover on the count of one! Come on! I want to see this crap come back to bite JPD in the ass!

Hood: WHAT?! No way that was a real kickout! The Raging Skull is obviously just extremely sweaty and JPD just slid off of him, that’s exactly what happened!

~Hood couldn’t be more wrong as The Raging Skull used his arms to launch JPD into the air as he kicked out at one. JPD falls to the canvas and looks utterly shocked as he sits on his ass on the canvas. The crowd cheers wildly as The Raging Skull begins to pull himself up to a vertical base. JPD scrambles to his feet then begins laying in punches and kicks to his opponent that drops him to one knee again. JPD stands over The Raging Skull confidently, but he wastes too much time being proud of his own handiwork. The Raging Skull reaches up and grabs a hold of JPD by the throat. JPD’s eyes bulge out of his head as The Raging Skull finally makes it up to his feet. JPD begins using both hands to pound away at The Raging Skull’s grip around his throat, but his efforts are futile. The Raging Skull lifts JPD high into the air and then spikes him down to the canvas with a huge chokeslam. JPD convulses on the mat holding is back in pain as The Raging Skull falls to his knees still feeling the pain from the pre-match attack.~

Jones: Big time chokeslam by The Raging Skull but the big man is down to his knees. If he could only make the cover right now, we might have a new OCW Savage Champion!

Hood: NO! Don’t even say that! Don’t even put that thought out into the universe! Remember this was only supposed to be a standard match! You said it yourself that JPD doesn’t have the power to just switch this to a Savage Championship match!

~JPD and The Raging Skull manage to get back up to their feet at about the same time. JPD plants a boot to the midsection of The Raging Skull then whips him into the ropes. Only, The Raging Skull put on the brakes then reversed and sent JPD into the ropes. JPD bounces off the ropes, but The Raging Skull hits him with a big boot to the face that sends him crashing down to the canvas. The Raging Skull walks over and grabs the steel chair and positions it in the center of the ring. The Raging Skull turns around as JPD is staggering back up to his feet. The Raging Skull plants a boot to the midsection then hits JPD with a DDT onto the steel chair. The Raging Skull hooks the leg and makes the cover as Puff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT!

Jones: The Raging Skull has taken control of this match and the crowd absolutely loves it! That DDT onto the steel chair was one count away from JPD losing the OCW Savage Championship belt in his very first defense!

Hood: This is nothing! It’s just a minor setback! JPD will rise to the occasion and vanquish that Demon back to Hell! Goddammit, someone get me a drink!

~JPD kicks out at two and barely saves himself from losing the OCW Savage Championship. The Raging Skull pulls himself up to his feet, but JPD wisely rolls under the bottom rope and escapes to the arena floor to buy himself some much-needed recovery time. The Raging Skull doesn’t have the patience for JPD to get his shit together and get back into the ring. The Raging Skull steps over the top rope and hops down to the arena floor. Jace staggers to his feet and walks around the ringside area as The Raging Skull grabs another chair on the outside. The Raging Skull begins to stalk behind JPD with the steel chair in hand. However, like he had eyes in the back of his head, JPD races towards the steel ring steps then leaps up on top of them. The Raging Skull raises the steel chair into the air, but JPD leaps off of the steel ring steps and hits a leaping side kick that sends the chair smashing back into The Raging Skull’s face.~

Hood: Oh, thank God! I was worried there for a moment but only for a moment! Total confidence in our OCW Savage Champion!

Jones: That was the first piece of offense JPD has had since this match officially began! But even that isn’t enough to take The Raging Skull off of his feet!

~The Raging Skull is stunned and drops the steel chair to the arena floor. JPD plants a boot to the midsection then whips The Raging Skull into the steel ring steps. The Raging Skull hits the steel ring steps hard causing them to literally explode upon impact. JPD grabs a hold of the steel barricade taking a moment to continue to recover. JPD walks over and grabs a hold of The Raging Skull then rolls him back into the ring. JPD slides back into the ring then grabs a hold of the steel chair as The Raging Skull fights his way back to his feet. JPD blasts The Raging Skull with a shot to the back with the steel chair that causes him to onto the middle rope which is the only thing keeping him off of the canvas.~

Jones: You got to feel like this is desperation mode for JPD! He got more of a fight than he expected from The Raging Skull and now he’s doing everything possible to make sure he doesn’t lose the OCW Savage Championship belt!

Hood: You really don’t pay attention! JPD said he was going to help show the world just how much of a great talent that The Raging Skull really is! Too bad for The Raging Skull that being great isn’t good enough to defeat the likes of Jace Parker Davidson!

~JPD drops the steel chair then charges towards the ropes. JPD leaps into the air and hits The Raging Skull with a V-trigger knee to the back of the head that sends him tumbling down to the canvas. JPD grabs a hold of the steel chair then sets it up in the center of the ring. JPD reaches down and grabs The Raging Skull and pulls him back up to his feet. JPD fires off a few forearm shots then whips The Raging Skull into the ropes. The Raging Skull bounces off the ropes going for a running clothesline but JPD ducks under it. The Raging Skull hits the other side of the ring and rebounds off but JPD hits him with a drop toe hold that sends him crashing down onto the seat of the steel chair. JPD hooks the leg and makes the cover on The Raging Skull as Puff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

THR--

NO! KICKOUT!

Jones: JPD at least made a legit cover this time, but it still isn’t enough to keep the monster known as The Raging Skull pinned for a three count!

Hood: That was totally a three count! Puff’s fat ass is just slow and doesn’t know how to count to three! This match should be over since JPD is clearly the winner and STILL the OCW Savage Champion! Do your job, Puff!

~The Raging Skull kicked out with less authority than the first pin attempt by JPD. Puff holds up two fingers to the count that cheers wildly over the fact that The Raging Skull isn’t out of his one yet. JPD gets up to his feet then begins arguing with Puff over a slow count. Puff argues right back with him as frustration begins to take its hold on JPD. The crowd begins chanting for The Raging Skull as JPD runs his fingers through his hair while holding back a primal scream. JPD steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. The Raging Skull begins to stir as JPD makes it to the top rope. JPD perches himself there ready to take flight, but The Raging Skull grabs the steel chair and chucks it as hard as he can towards JPD. The steel chair bounces off of JPD’s head and causes him to get crotched on the top turnbuckle.~

Jones: JPD tried to go to the high rent district, but The Raging Skull just knocked him silly with that steel chair! Now JPD is a sitting duck on the top turnbuckle!

Hood: Since when does a Demon that’s 7ft tall and 338lbs need to throw steel chairs?! That is a dirty tactic and he’s definitely trying to end JPD’s career. Puff call this match off and get JPD some medical attention down here!

~The Raging Skull gets up to his feet then walks over towards the corner and begins to slowly climb the turnbuckle. JPD begins to hit The Raging Skull with right hands, but The Raging Skull counters with a heavy uppercut to the face that rocks JPD. The Raging Skull makes it to the top rope then grabs a hold of JPD and hits him with a huge superplex off the top rope and down to the canvas. The crowd pops but both men remain on the canvas unable to move. Puff walks over towards the center of the ring and begins a ten count.~

ONE

TWO

Jones: The Raging Skull and pulling out everything here tonight to try and become the new OCW Savage Champion!

THREE

FOUR

Hood: Come on JPD, get up! Wait, actually stay down! The Raging Skull can’t win the title if neither of you can beat Puff’s ten count! Live to fight another day!

FIVE

SIX

~The Raging Skull and JPD both begin to stir and pull themselves off of the canvas.~

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

~JPD is the first one up to beat the count then races towards the ropes. JPD bounces off and leaps into the air for a cross body block. It is unsuccessful as The Raging Skull catches the Champion in his arms. The Raging Skull drops JPD down to the canvas with a brutal looking backbreaker. The Raging Skull pulls himself back up to his feet then grabs a hold of JPD by the hair. The Raging Skull pulls JPD back up to his feet then whips him into the ropes. JPD bounces off the ropes, but The Raging Skull catches him and snaps him down with a powerslam to the canvas. The Raging Skull gets up to his feet then runs his thumb across his neck signaling to the fans that he’s about to finish off JPD. The crowd goes nuts as The Raging Skull grabs a hold of the steel chair that bounced off of JPD’s head earlier and sits in the middle of the ring.~

Jones: Oh, I don’t like the looks of this!

Hood: Someone get Ray-Ray out here to help his mentor!

~The Raging Skull grabs a hold of JPD and pulls him back up to his feet. The Raging Skull grabs JPD by the waist then hoists him up into the air. The Raging Skull walks the center of the ring then spikes JPD with a tombstone piledriver onto the steel chair. The Raging Skull presses his mighty hands onto the chest of JPD to make the cover as Puff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!!!

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NOOOOO!!!!

Hood: He kicked out! He kicked out before the three! You all saw it!!!

Jones: I think we need a replay on that here! It definitely looked like a three count from where I’m sitting! I think we have a new OCW Savage Champion!!!

~The big screen above the stage lights up and the replay is shown. The crowd groans in disappointment as it clearly shows that JPD managed to get his shoulder off of the canvas a split second before Puff’s hand hit the canvas a third time.~

Jones: Seems like Davidson has a lucky horseshoe up his ass tonight! I have to say if The Raging Skull would have hooked the leg, then this one would be over!

Hood: I love this match and I hate it all at the same time! Come on, Jace! Put this guy away before I have a heart attack here in our first damn match tonight!

~Puff holds up two fingers to confirm that the match isn’t over yet. The Raging Skull pulls himself up to his feet then grabs a hold of a weakened JPD and pulls him back up to a vertical base. The Raging Skull lifts JPD up high over his head and goes for a press slam, but JPD manages to wriggle free and land on his feet behind The Raging Skull. JPD pushes The Raging Skull from behind towards the ropes. The Raging Skull grabs a hold of the top rope to stop him momentum. JPD charges The Raging Skull, but the challenger manages to pull down the top rope and JPD goes tumbling out of the ring and down to the arena floor. The Raging Skull exits the ring then begins to dig for something under the ring as JPD crawls around the ringside area on his hands and knees. The Raging Skull pulls out a table from under the ring as the crowd cheers ready to see more carnage.~

Jones: If the tombstone piledriver didn’t finish JPD then this certainly will!

Hood: Someone call the police! Call the Ghostbusters! Call freaking Constantine!

~The Raging Skull sets the table up on the outside of the ring. Once finished The Raging Skull turns but JPD is nowhere to be found. The Raging Skull marches around the ringside area in search of his opponent. The Raging Skull finds JPD on the other side of the ringside area trying to crawl under the ring to safety. The Raging Skull reaches down and grabs JPD by the legs then pulls him out from under the ring. The Raging Skull pulls JPD to his feet but doesn’t notice what the Champion has in his hands. Before The Raging Skull can react JPD hits him in the midsection with a sledgehammer. The Raging Skull doubles over in pain before JPD hits him with a shot to the head with the sledgehammer that drops him to the arena floor.~

Hood: The great equalizer! That’s what happens when The Raging Skull thinks about nothing but hate! JPD is always thinking five or six steps ahead!

Jones: JPD has hit The Raging Skull with everything but the kitchen sink but yet no matter what he does, he can’t keep him down!

~The crowd boos loudly as JPD drops the sledgehammer. JPD reaches down and begins dragging the dead weight that is The Raging Skull towards the table. JPD hoists The Raging Skull up onto the table before laying in a series of right hands. JPD gets up to the ring apron then begins to climb to the turnbuckle. JPD perches himself on the top rope as everyone in the audience stands on their feet. JPD leaps off of the top rope and hits The Raging Skull with an elbow drop that puts him through the table~

Hood: MATCH. OF. THE. FUCKING. YEAR!

Jones: That table was just demolished and both men are down here at ringside!

~The crowd starts a “Holy Shit” chant even though they extremely dislike JPD. Puff looks on from inside of the ring but suddenly remembers that he has a job to do. Puff begins another ten count like before as the crowd counts along with him. By the count of seven JPD is back up to his feet by use of the steel barricade. JPD grabs a hold of The Raging Skull and rolls him back into the ring before the count of ten. JPD slides back into the ring then waits in the corner as The Raging Skull begins to struggle back to his feet. JPD charges and goes for another V-trigger knee, but The Raging Skull dodges it.~

Jones: V-trigger knee misses!

~JPD lands on his feet and turns around but The Raging Skull plants a boot to the midsection. JPD doubles over as The Raging Skull grabs him and shoves his head between his legs. The Raging Skull lifts JPD into the air going for a powerbomb, but JPD begins raining down right hands to The Raging Skull.~

Hood: Punch a hole right through that idiot’s skull!

~The Raging Skull staggers a bit while holding JPD in the air. JPD spins on The Raging Skulls shoulders then hits him with a poisonrana down the canvas. JPD gets back up to his feet and begins to taunt the crowd but doesn’t notice that The Raging Skull is right back up to his feet immediately. Jace steps backwards and runs right into the massive body of The Raging Skull. Jace spins around and tries to plant a boot to the midsection, but The Raging Skull catches his foot. JPD hops around on one leg then goes for an enziguri kick but The Raging Skull leans back and causes him to miss. JPD hits the canvas hard as The Raging Skull grabs a hold of him and pulls him back to his feet. The Raging Skull whips JPD into the ropes. JPD bounces off the ropes, but The Raging Skull catches him and tosses him into the air.~

Jones: Murderscene incoming!

~The Raging Skull goes for his finisher, but JPD manages to counter in midair and hits him with a double foot stomp to the chest that takes him down to the canvas. JPD staggers backwards into the corner and waits as The Raging Skull begins to pull himself off of the canvas. The Raging Skull gets up to his hands and knees but JPD charges.~

Hood: Bend the Knee!

~JPD leaps and places his boot to the back of The Raging Skull’s head and drives it down to the canvas with the stomp. JPD quickly hooks the leg and makes the cover on The Raging Skull as Puff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!

Belvedere: Here is your winner… AND STILL OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION… JACEEE PARKERRR DAVIDSONNNN!!!

~The crowd is dejected over the outcome as JPD leans off of his opponent and lays on the canvas. Puff goes and retrieves the OCW Savage Championship belt as JPD uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Puff hands JPD his belt then raises his arm into the air. The crowd boos as JPD celebrates his win over the Raging Skull. He doesn't notice someone hoping the barricade and sliding into the ring.~

Jones: Some fan just ran into the ring!

Hood: Where the hell is security!?!

~The person stands up in the ring and we see that it's Mike Zybala! He takes his tag title off from around his waist and holds it high waiting for JPD to turn around. When he does, Zybala blasts him in the head with the title! Jace drops to the mat as the fans cheer. Zybala calls for a microphone and gets one. He looks down on JPD~

Zybala: You wanna call us out? You wanna call us cowards, saying we're ducking you? You wanna attack us then demand a title shot?! Well, congrats motherfucker. You just got one! Hope it was everything you wanted! In fact, I hope you like it so much that I'll give you another title shot because I'm such a nice guy!

~Zybala pulls Jace up to his feet and hits him one more time with the tag title! JPD drops to the mat and Zybala, mocking what JPD did one week earlier, places his foot on JPD's chest. He then raises the title in the air for a moment before leaving the ring~

Hood: What the fuck was that all about?!

Jones: It’s called Mike Zybala standing up for himself and his partner! He just gave our OCW Savage Champion a receipt for the attack after the main event last week!

~JPD is busted open as Puff helps him back up to his feet. JPD shoves Puff away and snatches his OCW Savage Championship belt off of the mat. Defiantly JPD raises his belt high into the air on wobbly legs and stands over The Raging Skull to a barrage of boos from the crowd.~

Jones: This guy just doesn’t know when to quit! He just has to just gloat in the middle of the ring even after the attack from Zybala!

~Suddenly, the “Bitch Boy Jace” lyric video begins playing on the big screen. The crowd collectively leaps to their feet, cheering for Amick and singing along with the lyrics.~

Hood: Oh, God… not this guy! I bet he’s out here to beg for a rematch again!

Jones: Hood, that’s “Bitch Boy Jace”, the parody song Amick Dogeron debuted last week right here on Massacre! I’ve been told it’s actually doing quite well on the charts!

~JPD turns his attention to the entrance ramp, readying for Amick Dogeron to come out. Meanwhile, a hand reaches up from under the ring and pulls The Raging Skull to the floor. Almost as quickly, a smaller Raging Skull rolls into the ring, assuming the former’s position. As the song finishes playing Amick is nowhere to be seen. Jace drops the Savage Title and motions toward the ramp, almost begging Amick to come out. He begins walking around the ring, then turns around to find he’s standing face to face with The Raging Skull yet again, this version nearly a foot shorter than the other.~

Jones: Wait a minute, that’s not the same Raging Skull we just saw!

Hood: It's the imposter that created the fake Twitter account and recorded that damn promo a few days ago! JPD was absolutely right!

~JPD runs at The Raging Skull with a clothesline but Raging Skull ducks it. JPD goes for another clothesline but Raging Skull again ducks out of the way. JPD gets fired up and goes for yet another clothesline, this time Raging Skull catches his arm, hoists JPD onto his shoulders, and spins his legs out into the air, smashing JPD with a stunner.~

Jones: Wait a minute, Hood! This Raging Skull just hit JPD with The Showstoppa! You don’t think…

Hood: No, please God… NO!

~The Raging Skull stands over the fallen JPD, ripping off his mask to reveal another mask.~

Jones: IT’S AMICK!! IT’S AMICK DOGERON!!!

~The crowd erupts in cheers as Amick smiles from ear to ear. He grabs JPD’s legs, hooks him high with the Texas Cloverleaf, and leans back onto the base of JPD’s neck.~

Jones: I’ve never seen a Texas Cloverleaf this deeply cinched in. It’s reminiscent of the old Liontamer with how deep Amick has this thing locked in.

~Amick continues wrenching backward, forcing all of his body weight onto JPD who begins screaming out in pain. The crowd continues egging Amick on as he lets up for a minute, only to wrench back one more time. JPD tries to escape but realizes he can’t and begins tapping in the middle of the ring. The crowd is going absolutely bonkers watching him tap out.~

Hood: No! Somebody please get out here and stop this madness!!

Jones: Jace Parker Davidson is tapping out in the middle of the ring… like a little bitch!

~Amick keeps the hold on for a few more seconds, reveling in the applause from the crowd as JPD relentlessly smashes the mat with his hand. Amick finally releases the hold leaving JPD grabbing at his neck and upper back area. Amick walks over and asks for a mic.~

Amick: Looks like you just tapped out like the little Bitch Boy you are. Not so unbeatable now, are you, Jacey?

~The crowd is eating out of the palm of his hand. Chants of “Bitch Boy” echo throughout the arena.~

Amick: This isn’t going to end little man, not until I get what I deserve. I want a shot at the OCW Savage Championship belt, one on one, just you and me and no one else. We can keep going back and forth trading shots at each other, or you can accept my challenge like a man. It’s your choice.

~Amick tosses the mic, drops down, and rolls out of the ring. He sees the Savage Championship lying on the ring apron and grabs it, looking to the crowd who gives their approval.

Hood: Who the hell do these #Poors think that they are?! First Zybala and now Dogeron?! There is going to be hell to pay!

Jones: Amick Dogeron has the OCW Savage Championship belt in his hands! The Championship belt that should rightfully be his in the first place!

~Amick stares at the belt for a minute, then tosses it back into the ring. He heads back up the entrance ramp, slapping hands as “Bitch Boy Jace” cranks back up over the loudspeakers, before walking through the curtain and into the backstage area.~

Jones: JPD might have won the battle here tonight against The Raging Skull! But thanks to Mike Zybala and Amick Dogeron, JPD certainly did not win the war!

Hood: This is bullshit! No one makes a mockery over the man that has made the OCW Savage Championship belt the most important title in OCW! I need to go check on JPD!

~Hood tosses off his headset and heads for the ring to offer assistance to the OCW Savage Champion as the camera moves away from ringside.~

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Jones: Up Next, we have the debut of the OCW Title Challenger’s sister in Helena Handbasket versus Trailer Park Cass Baumer.

Hood: Wait, Helena is another sister of Veronica? How many fucking Straders are there?

Jones: She’s not a Strader; she’s a Knox.

Hood: Fuck, that’s even worse.

~ The OCWtron lights up, and the OCW Faithful pop as VERONICA STRADER and The Knife Man are in catering, having a bite to eat before Tits McGee (Sahara Duke) eats all the battered shrimp. Veronica is in her carbon material ring gear, dark purple from head to toe, as she picks away at some spanakopita’s, and the Knife Man eats a 16oz Porterhouse. ~

TKM: It’s good to see you back, Vee. Just not the same without you here.

Veronica: Yeah, I know. I was just so disgusted with some of the people that have been let in that I couldn’t be around.

TKM: The whole ownership thing too with Thad, yeah?

Veronica: *looks uncomfortable at the mention of Thad* Yeah, part of it. But you know me, I am OCW for life. I bleed red and black till the day I die, Knifey.

TKM: You aren’t still mad at Marcus, are you? You know he loves you. He talked about you during our therapy sessions.

Veronica: Really? Wait, isn’t that a confidentiality breach?

TKM: Only if you have a license.

Veronica: Touché. So he isn’t mad anymore? I just couldn’t bring myself to participate in the prison yard match at Reformation. Not with my mom being really sick and everything.

TKM: He was dealing with a lot, Vee. You will always be his Chosen One.

~ She snorts. ~

Veronica: Well, we’ll see how he feels after the main event.

TKM: Are you nervous?

Veronica: Oddly enough… no. I did have a dream about some French Canadian dude who has some anger issues and hates his career as a chef, and he was more nervous than me about facing Bifford. Not sure what it all means tho. Weird dream. An even weirder dude.

TKM: Come lay on my couch, and we can deep dive into what that all means.

Veronica: Maybe. Pretty sure it’s just nerves tho.

~ The OCWtron fades out, and we are back at ringside. ~

Jones: It’s nice how Veronica gets along with the staff and is well-liked.

Hood: Speak for yourself.

Jones: I will, dick. Anyway, up next… Helena vs Cass! Don’t miss the debut of Ms. Handbasket and the third attempt to earn a win for Cass Baumer!

Hood: I heard she tried landing a drone and flew it right into her face.

Jones: That’s actually pretty funny.

Singles Match
Helena Handbasket (0-0) vs. Cass Baumer (0-2)

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

~Mighty and High by Can’t Stop Won’t Stop hits and Helena comes sliding out from behind the curtain, with her trusty golf club held over her shoulder in one hand. She skips to a stop and starts dancing along, before doing a tuck and roll forward, which comes out of halfway down the ramp in an Indian-style sitting pose. When the bouncy blond jumps to her feet, she does a backflip and lands in a black widow pose. The crowd roars as she stands up, and begins dancing her way down the ramp again, Handbasket waves and encourages the crowd to sing and shout. Helena continues her hopping, oddball dance down the ramp and instead of gong straight for the ring she curves off to the side.~

Belvedere: Making her OCW debut... She is one of 72 children of Matthew Knox weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds hailing from Pandora’s Box... HELENA HANDBASKET

~Just as the song playing gets to the lyrics “I feel like I can fly!” Helena runs for the ring apron, she leaps up, and tucks her head rolling upside down onto the ring apron! The crowd goes nuts, fans applauding Helena’s showy tricks. For a few seconds as the song continues “‘m on six, seven, eight, cloud nine!” Hankdbasket holds a pose that has her upside down with her arms spread against the mat, using her shoulders, abs and legs to keep her almost standing on her head leaned against the ropes. Helena rolls to one side, doing the gesture for love and hope in British Sign Language. The blond, now on her feet grabs the ropes and pulls herself up, doing a full front flipping hand spring over the ropes and into the ring! Helena lands with a flourish and a bow. As her high-energy song winds out, Helena finds a ring rope to lean on as she takes her coat off and prepares for the match.~

Jones: Helena looks ready to go!

Hood: So another Knox demon-spawn huh?

~The Kansas City crowd is on fire for the return of ther prodigal son Crash Rodriguez as well Veronica Strader vs The Big Bifford for the OCW title. Helena Handbasket watches the up the ramp with Belvedere, center of the ring, clears his throat to a HUGE ovation~

Belvedere: And her opponent…

~As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the crackling arena speakers, the crowd stands to their feet when a purple spotlight beams down at the entryway. The camera cuts to the whirling, descending live stream of a camera drone slowly moving down to gradually reveal Cass Baumer with a small controller in her hands. The old-school brawler struts down the aisle in a purple leather jacket over her ring gear until she nears the center of the clearing. She spins and steps backward, spreading her arms with the remote still in her grasp to unashamedly show off the glossy “Clout Chaser” emblem at the back of her distressed coat~

~"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer's lips form a triumphant smirk, her head turned to the side 'til she leisurely twirls back when she nears the apron. She stops at the steel steps to survey the crowd with a smile and lands the drone safely on a small landing pad near the timekeeper's area. The camera cuts back to a normal camera operator while the drone shuts down. She follows it up by sliding into the ring. The palpable cheers grow in intensity as she bounces back to her feet and mounts the ropes, raising her fist with pride as she answers the visceral reaction of the crowd with a guttural shout of her own! Then, she dismounts~

Belvedere: From Karori, Wellington, New Zealand, standing 5’9 and weighing in at 141 lbs...Cass Baumer!!!

Jones: Cass Baumer looking for her first Massacre and OCW win!

Hood: Think she’ll ever win one?

Jones: I believe so, Hood.

Hood: Sportsbook still open?

Jones: No, Hood.

DING! DING! DING!

~The two circle each other in the center of the ring. Helena goes for a football style tackle and sends Baumer down into the mat. Helena gets to her feet and begins to work Baumer over, punching her repeatedly in the head. Helena then picks up Baumer and tosses her into the corner. Helena follows up into her with a huge splash, as a roar erupts from the Missouri crowd.~

Jones: Helena is on the offensive quickly, showing some moves!

Hood: Baumer trying to earn that contract, and I am not impressed but better than Alice.

~Helena then pulls Baumer out of the turnbuckle and whips her across the ring…. NO Baumer reverses the move sending Helena into the turnbuckle. Baumer runs over and hits Helena in the face with a martial arts-style roundhouse kick. Stunned, Helena slumps down, and Baumer begins to choke her with her boot, but Scruff is on her to get her foot off Helena’s throat.~

Jones: Cass’s taking it to Helena, trying to show everyone she is Strong and Proud!

Hood: Poor Scruff, he deserves better matches than this!

~Baumer begins to stomp Helena with a series of kicks to the stomach. She then drags her by the hair and tosses her into the ropes. On the return, Baumer hits Helena with a HUGE DDT! Baumer makes the quick cover.~

1!

Kick out!

Jones: Baumer has been improving every week here! The early losses have been a sort of character-building for her!

Hood: She’s still the toilet bowl of the OCW, slightly above our janitor. Helena will flush her soon enough, I think!

~Baumer stands up and runs into the ropes to get momentum and goes for a knee to the chest, but Helena rolls out of the way at the last minute, causing Baumer to hit the mat and toll on her knee in pain. Helena then catches her breath as Baumer slowly gets to her feet. Helena, however, was waiting for Baumer, and as soon as she gets up swings with a hard right to the chin, then a left, then another left. The fans are cheering the action as Helena is punching Baumer in the jaw. Helena then bounces off the ropes and bulldogs into Baumer and goes for a cover….~

1!

2!!

Kick out!

Jones: And just like that, Helena is back in control of the match!

Hood: Cass shitting the bed again!

~This time Helena picks Baumer up off the mat and throws her into the ropes, but she slips and falls through to the outside. Helena bounds over the ropes and lands right on the back of Baumer, flattening her to the ground. Helena then picks up Baumer and goes to smash her into the guardrail, however Baumer counters and sends Helena’ head down instead. Baumer leans back to catch her breath, she then grabs Helena by the back of the next and sends her flying across the floor, her back hits the steel ring post with the thud! Scruff starts the count!~

1!

Jones: OUCH! Baumer is not treating Helena like a lady!

2!!

Hood: What a jerk, no wonder she keeps a vlog, she’s such a Gen Z!

Jones: I have a vlog!

3!!!

Hood: Jerk.

~ Baumer sends her fists out and swings them at Helena, who ducks and causes the swing to go wide. Baumer shrugs and launches herself at Helena and sends both of them down to the ground. Baumer then whips Helena into the metal guard rail that is keeping the fans from the aisle. People cheer as Baumer moves in and begins to punch Helena in the head while she is lying on the ground. Helena staggers to her feet only to be met by a clothesline by Baumer that sends both into the crowd! ~

4!!!!

Jones: The match has spilled over into the crowd!

Hood: Hey, here in the OCW, we offer fan interaction!!

5!!!!!

~Helena and Baumer are now exchanging punches in the crowd, with neither getting the advantage over the other person. Baumer goes for another roundhouse kick, but Helena catches it and reverses the move with a wicked enziguri. Baumer falls to the ground, and Helena then hits her with a double under hook suplex right in the middle of the crowd! A fan throws a half-full glass of beer which bounces off Helena’s back and coats her with beer.~

Hood: Classic OCW, baby!

Jones: That beer cost 15 dollars!

6!!!!!!

~Unfazed, Helena picks up Baumer and tosses her back into the aisle. She then throws her the general direction of the ring and follows after her. She runs right by a fan that trips Helena with her foot. Helena goes crashing down to ringside next to Baumer who has toppled down there as well.~

7!!!!!!!

Jones: I thought this was the nicer Kansas City!

Hood: They are both holes!

8!!!!!!!!

~Baumer slowly gets up, and she picks up Helena and tosses her into the steel ring steps. They make a loud crash and fall out of place. Baumer tries to get her back in the ring, but before she can do so, Helena trips her and she falls forward, hitting her head then picks up the top step and goes to smash in her skull on the top of the steel.~

Jones: They are gonna get counted out!

Hood: That’s not who you win man!

9!!!!!!!!

~Baumer groans in pain and stands, turning away to wipe her head looking for blood but there is none. She turns back to go after Helena, but instead, she meets THE CHAOS BOX (high knee) from the 5’3 wrassler in Helena, then pulls Baumer into the ring where she makes a cover and stops the ring count out just in time!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO!!! Baumer Kicked out!

Jones: CLOSE!

Hood: How the hell did she kick out of that!?

~Helena picks up Baumer and tosses her into the rope, and goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Baumer counters the move and hits a suplex of her own. Baumer manages to hang on to Helena and flip over to hit another suplex… she is still hanging on! Baumer hits the third Suplex, and both competitors lie in the middle of the ring face up, trying to catch their breath!~

Jones: Both of them are down now!!

Hood: You know if there is a In N Out around somewhere?

~ Scruff is just looking at them both, preparing to make the count if either one moves. Baumer begins to stir and she places her arm over Helena’s chest… He counts~

1!

2!!

kick out by Helena!

Hood: That was sexy, not gonna lie.

Jones: How?

Hood: Don’t kink shame me, you bastard. Smith would never have!

~Helena rolls over to the turnbuckle and drags herself to her feet. Baumer does the same over to her turnbuckle and just lies there trying to recover. Helena then lowers her head and charges at Baumer. She nails her right in the chest with a spear-type move, and she is stunned in the corner.~

Jones: Aggressive move, even when she’s nearly out!

Hood: Both trying hard to prove they belong in OCW!

~ Helena then climbs the turnbuckle and begins to punch Baumer repeatedly in the head, The OCW Faithful count 1..2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9..10! Helena punches her one more time for good measure and then suplexes her off the second turnbuckle onto the mat!!! Helena goes for the pin. ~

1!

2!!

Kick Out!

Jones: Impressive!

Hood: No quit in Cass. I approve! She wants this so bad that she can taste it.

~Helena tosses Baumer into the ropes and follows up with a drop kick knocking Baumer over the ropes and into the announcer's table! Helena jumps out and tries to slam Baumer’s head into the announcer's table, but Baumer reverses the move, and Helena’s head comes crashing down into it instead. Baumer slaps on a sleeper and begins to choke Helena who is flailing around. Helena grabs Baumer’s side and pinches hard, forcing her away!~

Jones: Again, Baumer tries a choke move!

Hood: Win however you need to win! Cass is getting it!

~She then turns and kicks her in the stomach and hooks her up, and Helena suplexes Baumer onto the announcer's table! ~

Jones: What could she be thinking here!?

Hood: High risk on our damn table!

~ Helena slips into the ring, stands and points, and the crowd is cheering loud, wanting to see the move. Helena runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes and comes back and soars over the top rope, coming down with a suicide splash, crashing into Baumer! The table disintegrates from the collision, and the announcers are thrown backwards against the railing. ~

OCW Faithful: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Jones: Oh My God!

Hood: FUCK! Get Machete Phil out here and make us a new table!

~Both lay there, completely out, and Scruff has rushed in, checking on them both. He starts a count!~

Jones: Scruff not ending this match!

Hood: Where is Phil?!

~The crowd is roaring, watching the replay on the screen, over and over.~

1!

2!!

3!!!

4!!!!

5!!!!!

~Helena begins to stir.~

Jones: Helena is coming to life!

Hood: So is Baumer!

6!!!!!!

~ Suddenly, Helena and Cass pull themselves up by the guardrail slowly but surely! ~

Jones: No way!

7!!!!!!!

Hood: Well, damn. Look at them go!

~ Helena is up first, watching with some admiration at Cass’s tenacity. Helena is swallowing, trying to gain some focus as she slides into the ring, as Baumer drags herself up and follows her opponent into the ring, cancelling another count-out! ~

Jones: Another close one on the count-out!

Hood: WEAKASS BOOKING!

~The two stagger to the centre of the ring, smiling at each other, probably due to their possible concussions, and lock up in a test of strength as sloppy as it is as they two burned fast and quick, but neither has the quit. Helena gains the slight advantage using everything in her to Irish-Whip into the ropes. She goes to clothesline Baumer, but Cass rockstar slides under Helena’s arm and uses her hands to trip up her feet that sends Helena throat-first into the bottom rope. Baumer, like a little spider monkey, leaps onto Helena’s back, gritting her teeth, trying to focus, but the pain that’s throbbing throughout her body! ~

Jones: Cass is using the bottom rope now to choke out the BWF World Champion!

Hood: What’s a BWF?

Jones: Another promotion.

Hood: huh. Sounds like an STD that originated in Alice Knight.

~ Scruff is on Baumer like Bifford is a homeless person to break the choke hold. Baumer let’s go and placates to the crowd, soaking in their cheers. Helena, being a crafty one, plays possum awaiting for Baumer to come close. Baumer reaches down, and starts to pick up Helena who starts to make the move to apply the LONE DIGGER (Black Widow) but like a tricky little former wrestling journalist that she is, she slips her out from under Helena’s grasp, and lays out Helena with the FACT CHECK (somersault DDT into pin) holding onto the pin as tightly as she can! Scruff drops to count! ~

1!

2!!

3!!!!!!!!

~Helena kicks out right on three but not soon enough as the bell rings. ~

~ DING DING DING~

Belvedere: Your winner earning her first OCW win… CASS BAUMER!!!

~ Smooth Sailing starts to play as Cass is hopping up and down, pumping her fists in the air. ~

Jones: She did it, Hood! She got her first win!

Hood: She is showing she may just be Proud and Strong enough to be in OCW.

Jones: Even in her losses to Calaway and Houston, she showed tremendous promise and tonight, against the ultra-talented Helena Handbasket she was able to turn that hard work into a win!

~ Helena nods at Cass as she leaves Scoot McToots to celebrate.~

Jones: Alright fans, we've gotta get things situated out here because our Majority Owner Thaddeus Duke promised a big announcement and he's set to give us one. So...

~We suddenly cut away. It's far from seamless. It's almost like someone has hacked the feed. Static fills the arena over the speakers and across the OCW Tron 5001. The noise ceases as the picture clears and we see a backyard! Some will see it's a familiar Yard. We see Belvedere standing in a wrestling ring that is a tiny bit small than the OCW ring. Belvedere raises his microphone... ~

Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to another Dystopia! The following match is your opening match of the evening and It's scheduled for….. one fall!

Yardies: ONE FALL!!

Belvedere: Introducing first…he comes from "The Dirty Lew of Maine"... weighing 115 pounds, this is "Welfare Hustle" Guy Cashe!!

~ "Niggaz Jump Up" get played on YouTube and out comes the most ghetto, thug-tastic looking sadness you will ever see in your life. The crowd boos as this scrawny white boy steps out of the house. He tries to mean mug the crowd as he makes his way to the ring dressed in the most stereotypical whiteboy "thug" get up imaginable. He stumbles a few times trying to get in the ring, but he manages to make it.. Cashe acts as if he is getting cheered as he winks at some random lady in the crowd, who smiles and blushes?!?! Someone finds him attractive?? Guy looks even cockier as he leans against the ropes. The music stops and Zybala types something into the search bar. ~

Belvedere: And his opponent… hailing from his secret lair in Rancho Cucamonga, California. Weighing 190 pounds of justice, he is the Outsiders Grand Slam Champion!!! This is The UUUUUUUUUUUUUBER-MAN!!

~ "Hero" by Nickleback hits the speakers and The Yard is filled with deafening cheers as Uber-Man steps out of the house! He's in his usual costume with the Grand Slam belt over his shoulder. He makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of "UBER-MAN'' chants. He is taken aback by this love and looks misty eyed. Uber is high-fiving everyone he can on his way to the ring. Uber-Man reaches the ring and climbs up on the apron before stepping in through the ropes. He strikes a series of heroic poses in the ring as the music dies down. Belvedere takes the title with him as he leaves the ring as Mitch checks both wrestlers before starting the match. ~

Zybala: Uber getting all the love from The Yardies tonight.

Dean: The dude as done it all in Outsiders. He won all the belts in the Brack Friday Bunduru match. You know, we should do another one of those.

Zybala: You shut your filthy whore mouth! Those are a bitch to plan and I'll never do one again! Unless six people get together to build a big ass storyline, but how often does that happen in efedding?

~ Zybala and Dean stare knowingly at the camera after this statement. They're staring at YOU. As if daring you to try to get a working story together with five others. Anyways, we go back to the ring just in time to see Cashe and Uber-Man lock up. Cashe quickly brings a knee up to Uber's midsection, doubling him over. Cashe puts Uber-Man's head between his legs as the fans start booing! He tries to lift the superhero but Uber counters with a backdrop! Cashe lands on the mat hard and Uber-Man is about to mount a counter attack when a loud shriek stops him. Uber-Man and the fans turn towards the screams and we see the man from earlier who promised Sadie Ko has delivered… somewhat…

~We see Sadie clutching the man close to her and trying to shove her hands down his mouth. Uber-Man, being the hero that he is, is about to leave the ring to save the poor soul, when a loud roar can be heard throughout The Yard. The fence explodes and the fans cheer as The Squashness Monster menacingly stomps into the backyard! Uber-Man whips his head towards the origins of the roar and visibly begins to lose color. He is willing to fight one monster, but two are straight up insane. Uber-Man heroically drags Cashe out of the ring and the two run screaming from The Yard! Squashness gives chase, as it is It's mission to attack anyone who doesn't drop a promo. It's tracks are stopped by Sadie standing in It's path. There is only room for one terror, and Sadie believes that it's her! Despite being a foot shorter, she takes a swing and hits the beast, reeling it backwards! Squashness quickly recovers and hits Sadie back!! She staggers a bit but still stands, weathering the mighty monster's blow! The Yardies can't get enough! ~

Dean: When did this become Japanese horror?! These fucking kaijus are gonna destroy everything!

Zybala: Anything can happen in The Yard! Ghost versus Beast seems normal here. Though, I feel a handler may be upset with us.

Dean: Nah, sucka. They seem cool. They may roll with it.

~ The two monsters trade blows as they fight all over The Yard. Fans move out of the way as Sadie and Squashness get near them. Eventually, the two beasts tumble into the fence and out of The Yard. We can hear the fight rage on for a few moments before silence fills the air. An excited fan holds up a piece of paper, claiming it has Sadie's autograph on it. The happiness turns to terror as a ghostly pale hand reaches through the paper! The kid screams as her father grabs the paper and sets it on fire! The hand vanishes as the paper turns to ash. Zybala calls the man over and hands him a vial of a clear liquid. The man goes over to the pile of ashes and empties the liquid over it. ~

Dean: What the hell was that?!

Zybala: Holy water. I always carry some on me.

Dean: I don't wanna even know why.

Zybala: The supernatural is real, Dean!

Dean: Just cut to a commercial!

~ Static happens once more before we go back to the live feed of Massacre~

Jones: Well, that was different...

Hood: We got hacked!!! Zybala is trying to polute Massacre with his shitty backyard fuckery!

Jones: Come on. It wasn't that bad. Weird, but interesting.

Hood: No! You shut up! Zybala poisoned GCWA with his stupid fed leaking onto the main shows and where is it now?! Nowhere! Mr. Duke needs to kill this shit right now before our untainted fans start to look up Outsiders and get trapped in the craziness!

Jones: Well, whether you asked for it or not, fans...you just got a taste of Outsiders Championship Wrestling. Now...we move on to the big announcement.

Hood: Please, something to get that shitty taste out of my mouth.

Jones: Let’s head to ringside where we’ll hear from The Majority Owner himself, Thaddeus Duke

JONES: We’ve heard this week on Twitter that majority owner Thaddeus Duke has an announcement to make tonight regarding Truth or Consequences.

HOOD: He only ever delivers the big ones himself so Jones, I’m very curious as to just what he’s cooked up for the fans of OCW.

JONES: We’re not gonna keep you waiting as the man himself…

HOOD: The Golden Emperor of OCW!

JONES: …

JONES: Jesus fucking christ Hood.

~Thaddeus Duke emerges from backstage in his customary casual t-shirt and Wrangler jeans. ‘Anti-You’ plays as Thad starts to make his way to the ring while Kansas City tries and fails to boo him out of the building.

JONES: These fans here in Kansas City are giving Thaddeus Duke a piece of their mind!

HOOD: They should think twice because they don’t really have that much to spare!

~Entering the ring, his “villain” theme music fades out as the boss stands in the center of the ring.

THAD: You know, I was trying really hard to get y’all a title match tonight. I tried hard to bait Cypher into agreeing to put the TransAtlantic title on the line against Sahara and I could have just done the husbandly thing and just made the match.

But… I told my wife I wasn’t gonna show her any favoritism and I meant it. Cypher denied all of you the chance to see an epic championship match right here tonight in Kansas City…

~Fans cheer the cheap pop moment.

THAD: Thing about titles is… you can lead a man right to the gold, but you can’t make him a champion. Cypher denied all of my bait attempts so you get no TransAtlantic title match.

While I might not have secured that match for all of you, I have secured a match for Truth or Consequences and the winner of that match will go on to challenge Cypher or C.J. O’Donnell for that very title.

This segment isn’t about me but it is about the future of this company. So without further adieu, introducing the first of three that will vie for the right to face the TransAtlantic Champion…

CASS BAUMERRR!!

~As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the crackling arena speakers, the crowd stands to their feet when a blue spotlight beams down at the entryway. The camera descends to gradually reveal Cass Baumer. The old-school brawler struts down the aisle in a blue leather jacket over her ring gear until she nears the center of the clearing. She spins and steps backward, spreading her arms with the remote still in her grasp to unashamedly show off the glossy “paint splash target” emblem at the back of her distressed coat.~

HOOD: Cass Baumer! She hasn’t exactly had the best of luck in her short OCW tenure thus far but Jones, I think it’s clear Thaddeus Duke sees something in her.

JONES: Yeah! Probably himself!

HOOD: That.. is just preposterous!

~"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer's lips form a triumphant smirk, her head turned to the side 'til she leisurely twirls back when she nears the apron. She stops at the steel steps to survey the crowd with a smile. She follows it up by sliding into the ring. The palpable cheers grow in intensity as she bounces back to her feet and mounts the ropes, raising her fist with pride as she answers the visceral reaction of the crowd with a guttural shout of her own! Then, she dismounts.~

~Thad hands the mic to Cass Baumer.

CASS: Look, Thad. I really appreciate the opportunity. You have no idea how much! I just don’t know if I deserve it yet. You saw what happened against Ed Houston a couple weeks back, aye? He beat me fair and square, no excuses.

THAD: Winning isn’t the only way to earn respect, Cass. You’ve had some tough breaks so far in your OCW career but the thing is, the only way to overcome those tough breaks is by getting back on the horse and fighting again. Putting you in this match Cass, isn’t so much about what is deserved.

This match, by design, is about who I feel can and will be the future of this company.

HOOD: This is what sets Thaddeus Duke apart from other owners in this industry, Jones!

JONES: Oh my god give it a rest!

HOOD: Thad wants the best of the best and he’ll turn every rock until he finds them!

THAD: Introducing the second contestant in this triple threat match… he’s a multi-time champion over several different promotions. He went toe to toe with yours truly on pay per view. Ladies and gentlemen, RRRRICKY RRRODRIGUEZ!

~Ricky Rodriguez emerges from the back, eyes all bloodshot and clearly high as hell. Not just that, but all hyped up and energetic, as he usually is and stopping to stand on the stage. But! Ricky wasn't alone, not even a lilbit. Joining him on that stage are his people, Big Ass Bobby and Alessa Holloway.

~He nods to them both as they make their way down, Ricky slapping hands with the fans before sliding into the ring under the bottom ropes. Bobby and Alessa stay ringside as Ricky pops to his feet~

HOOD: What a match up this is already gonna be at Truth or Consequences!

JONES: No doubt about that one bit!

~Thad hands the mic to Ricky.

RICKY: Holyshit, look at this! One match away from a chance at gold? Hell..[i]yes[/i]. Now, I know I been alottabit quiet since announcin’ I was signed but everythin for a reason and all that. I know exactly what I'm doin and I will not let this opportunity slip through my fingers.

~Ricky takes a moment to gather some more thoughts as Thad chimes in.

THAD: But wait! There’s more!

I’d be lying if I said this next announcement didn’t make my dick alottabit hard.

Going to Truth or Consequences to become number one contender, the FIRST LADY of OCW!

HOOD: Holy crap! The Golden Empress! The White Widow!

JONES: An incredible three way just got even more incredible! Sahara! Ricky Rodriguez! Cass Baumer!

HOOD: Three walk in and only one walks out as the number one contender to the TransAtlantic Championship!

~As Sahara emerges from the back, she doesn’t pause to soak in the moment, she doesn’t slap hands with the fans, she simply walks down the rampway. Eyes on the prize. Walking around the outside of the ring, she looks at Ricky’s entourage standing ringside and rolls her eyes before climbing the ring steps. Grabbing the post, she pulls herself up onto the apron, wipes her boots and steps through the ropes with a smooth practiced motion. She gives Thad a scowl as he hands her his mic and quickly departs. But before Sahara can get a word in edgewise, Ricky steps in front of her, not only interrupting her, but essentially stealing the spotlight.

~Ricky clears his throat.

RICKY: Shut the fuck up, Sahara.

~Ricky turns his head to shoot a wink at her before continuing on.

RICKY: I mean, c'mon..lesbihonest here. This is my match to win. Just look at it. Sahara got lazy as fuuuuck since Fight closed. And Cass? I just beat your ass like a month or so ago and that was when I didn't even know you was comin..imagine what Ima do when I know you're there.

~Lowering her mic with a bit of a smirk, Sahara stops next to Ricky and slowly looks him up and down. She says nothing. She simply sizes him up. Turning to Cass Baumer, she does the same, but with an added lick of the lips.

HOOD: Like a true professional, the First Lady of OCW sizes her opponents up before saying a word! It’s still called strategery last I checked, Jones!

JONES: Do you get a bonus every time you suck up to a Duke?!

HOOD: No comment.

~Moving on to a neutral corner, Sahara leans her back against the turnbuckles and slowly lifts her mic as she’s scanning the audience. She does a double take and that amused smirk comes back across her face as she looks at a fan that’s holding up a sign where Sahara’s face – complete with a moving mouth – chomps away at a half eaten “hot dog”.

SAHARA: Yeah, and you can shove that sign up your ass, mark.

~After the artificial pop she caused by acknowledging that fan settles down, Sahara turns her attention back to Ricky Rodriguez and Cass Baumer.

SAHARA: I’ll be honest, you two, I don’t know whether to fuck ya or fight ya. But right now what I’m gonna do is put ya on notice. You and everyone else watchin’ in the back, at home, or around the world. For the longest time I’ve held back… I’ve allowed friendships like ours to get in the way of my climb to the top of this industry. Thad keeps askin’ me why I don’t go for gold, and keeps tryin’ to remind me it’s just business, and I told ‘em… just like I’m tellin’ you now, it’s cuz I don’t got many friends. I never have.

As a matter of fact–

~She holds up a hand and opens it, spreading her fingers wide for all to see.

SAHARA: I can probably count the number of real friends I got on this one hand, and two of ‘em are standin’ in this ring with me right now. The other three know who they are. But it’s just business, isn’t it? I keep tryin’ to convince myself of that.

~Pushing herself away from the turnbuckles, she slowly paces the perimeter of the ring as Cass and Ricky ever so slightly turn to follow her movements, a slight look of amusement on both of their faces.

SAHARA: But like I told Cypher and plan on showin’ him later tonight, this ain’t just business. It’s personal. Ya see, very recently, someone came into my life that’s more than just a friend.

There’s this… special someone sittin’ at home watchin’ me right now… and that someone knows who he is, and that someone changes everything.

HOOD: Her son! Frankie Duke!

JONES: He’s not her son, Hood! He’s a little boy that was adopted by Thaddeus Duke and given…

HOOD: Jones, I’m gonna stop you right there! You don’t know them the way I do. Francis Robert Duke chose Sahara as his mother after his own birth parents were killed!

JONES: Tragic. Sounds like a dark, brooding, vigilante superhero origin story.

HOOD: Look Jones, you can trash and hate on the Duke’s all you want. Frankie is an 11 year old boy whose life has been met with tragedy upon tragedy. Hate on them all you want, the boy is off limits.

~She slowly looks from Ricky to Cass and back again.

SAHARA: So Cass… Ricky… I love ya both and I respect ya both, but I’m done holdin’ back. And if that means the number of friends I got drops from five to three after I put you two down, then I’m gonna have to let that happen cuz I made that someone a promise. I looked him in the eyes and I told him I may stumble along the way, and I may even fall, but I will not stop until I rip through this whole goddamn roster… cuz I promised that special someone gold… and I will deliver on that promise, no matter who I have to hurt… including myself.

So when you see my name opposite yours on that marquee… get nervous… and get ready, cuz I will rip my own fuckin’ heart out to beat you, cuz that little boy deserves nothing less than my very best.

~Keeping eye contact with both Cass and Ricky, Sahara backs up and steps through the ropes. Dropping down off the ring apron, the White Widow smirks as she backs up the rampway...

SAHARA: Now hit one of their music so people remember they're still here…

~Queens of the Stone Age plays over the sound system as Sahara makes her way up the ramp to the awaiting arms of her husband.

HOOD: In two weeks at Truth or Consequences, three tremendous competitors will compete for the right to challenge for the TransAtlantic title!

JONES: Listen, I don’t have to like Thad or his idiot wife, but I’ll give credit where it’s due. He’s put together a match that will showcase what he believes is the future of this company and Hood, I’d be hard pressed to disagree. Alright folks, we're gonna head to commercial...more Massacre when we return!

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~We cut backstage to find the outside of Biffords locker room. The door opens and we see Mike Zybqla digging through Biff's stuff. He's tossing things around, searching for something. His eyes light up as lifts a fake golden shoe box. He shows the duct tape label to the camera. Scrawled across the tape, someone as written "Mike Zybala's Shoes." Zybala then holds the box close to his chest and runs from the locker room~

Hood: What the actual fuck?

Jones: No clue, man..

Hood: If this is how Zybala thinks he's gonna turn to the darkside then, well, he's so fuckin far away he Kali and crew might as well give up.

Jones: Given that Kali is potentially facing Bifford for the OCW Title in two weeks, I think Zybala's throwing some mind games out there. Trying to throw Bifford off base, hoping to get the OCW Title into PTSD.

Hood: I doubt very much Bifford cares about shoes.

Jones: Alright, well never a dull or rational moment in OCW! Alright folks, it's time for more in-ring action! A forced matchup, put together by CJ O'Donnell. It's TransAtlantic Champion CYPH3R taking on Sahara Duke and it's next!

Singles Match
CYPH3R (8-2) vs. Sahara (1-0)

Jones: We’re back, and we’re ready to jump this epic Massacre into overdrive with these next two matchups.

Hood: CYPH3R and CJ O’Donnell, the class acts that they are, came to the ring last week and agreed to let the other man pick his opponent for this week’s Mega Massacre.

Jones: Mega Massacre?

Hood: It just came to me.

Jones: Nice! Yes, CJ and CYPH3R hand picked each other’s opponents for this evening. CYPH3R chose Crash Rodriguez, CJ’s stablemate, to be his opponent, and that match is a little later this evening. But for CYPH3R’s opponent, CJ went above and beyond the necessary, selecting CYPH3R’s potential love interest and Margarita Mix partner, “The White Widow” Sahara Duke!

Hood: I hate seeing Sahara put her body on the line so soon after last week’s match, but i do LOVE seeing Sahara’s body.

Jones: And see her you will, because that match is happening RIGHT NOW!!

Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

~An eerie voice pipes through the arena PA.~

it seems strange that my life should end
in such a terrible place…

~As the lights dim, fog slowly rolls over the stage as if emanating from a dark beyond. The random sounds of a radio tuning through various stations floats over the arena as bright white lights suddenly shine up from beneath the stage, bathing the entryway in an angelic glow. Slowly, white webbing begins to appear on the darkened tron as of a spider spinning it's web…~

ADRENALIZE ME

~As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog.~

Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois… SAHARA DUKE!!!

COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED

~As Sahara moves toward the center of the rampway, her rows of platinum braids shine from within the shadows. Clad in black and white attire, one of her boots is emblazoned with the word White, and the other Widow. Her jaw is clenched tight, and her face etched with a permanent scowl of condescension. She slowly turns her gaze toward the fans before locking eyes on the squared circle as webs continue to engulf the tron, spelling out the name... SAHARA~

I'M HERE FOR ONE DRUG
I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING
SO COME ON AND TELL ME
CAN YOU FLY LIKE YOU'RE FREE?

~As the music continues to tell her tangled tale, she charges toward the ring and jump slides through the bottom rope, then climbs to the top of one of the turnbuckles, wrapping her leg around the top rope awaiting her opponent.~

Hood: Sahara!!!

Jones: Well folks, we’ve improved from last week, as Hood is at least capable of speaking during Sahara’s entrance. You may recall she’s coming off of an impressive win last week against Claudius Augustus when she, ahem… chomped down on his extremities to gain the upper hand and ultimately win the match.

Hood: She did what she had to do to win, it’s something she’s done everywhere she’s been. And I haven’t heard Claudius complain one bit about it. If you’re gonna lose, what a way to go!

Jones: It appears some of the fans in attendance might agree with you.

~The camera cuts to a teenage boy in the front row with a homemade shirt that reads “Sahara” on the front. He turns around doing the RVD thumb thing to the back which reads “Eat My Dick”. We get another quick cut to a little girl on her dad’s shoulders holding up a sign “Future Dick Biter.”~

Jones: That… is one disturbed little girl.

Hood: A trip to TLS’ Babysitters Club will straighten her out.

Belvedere: And, her opponent…

~“Fortune Days” by Glitch Mob begins to blast throughout the arena as the fans begin to boo. CYPH3R’s tron video, the one that was created for CYPH3R by someone who promised to make one for TLS and Mike Zybala but never delivered, begins to play on the jumbotron as CYPH3R steps out onto the entrance ramp, the Craze Championship belt firmly secured around his waist, to a chorus of boos.~

Belvedere: From Adelaide, Australia and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is… your Craze Champion… CYPH3R!!!

~Paying the crowd and Belvedere no attention, he walks quickly and with purpose to the ring, climbs up the ring steps and through the middle rope. He removes the Craze belt from around his waist, handing it to Puff, the portly referee for this contest. As Sahara drops down from the turnbuckle, staring intently into CYPH3R’s eyes, he removes his hoodie and tosses it to the outside of the ring.~

Jones: Here he is ladies and gentlemen, our Craze Champion, CYPH3R…and he appears to be all business as he stands across from Sahara Duke.

Hood: These two have been nearly inseparable since Sahara debuted in OCW, but CJ O’Donnell may have done the unthinkable by driving a wedge between the two.

Jones: It’s why the expression, “don’t mix business with pleasure” exists, and tonight… it’s all business between these two.

~Almost as if he heard his name, CJ O’Donnell steps out from behind the curtain and onto the entrance ramp. CYPH3R turns to him and begins yelling while pointing at him, but CJ puts both hands up in the air and says “just watching”.~

Jones: I guess CJ O’Donnell wants to scout the competition from the entrance ramp.

DING DING DING

~Sahara and CYPH3R begin to circle each other in the ring. CYPH3R appears to attempt a small smile at Sahara but she’s having none of it. She hasn’t forgotten what he said about her in his latest promo. He tilts his neck and shoots her leg but she is able to get out of the way. He shoots at her other leg but she again dodges out of the way, this time smacking him in the back of the head. He pops to his feet, shakes off the cobwebs and lunges forward, connecting with a forearm smash to her chest. Sahara stumbles backward, allowing CYPH3R to hit another forearm, then push her into the ropes. He throws her off toward the other side of the ring, she bounces off the ropes and comes back at him with a flying forearm of her own, sending CYPH3R to the mat. He pops to his knees but Sahara wastes no time laying into him with a series of kicks to his midsection and chest. CYPH3R puts his arms up to block the kicks but to no avail. Sahara takes a step back, then lands a huge roundhouse kick to CYPH3R’s head. He falls over and quickly rolls outside the ring before she can make a cover.~

Jones: Sahara has started this match out hot Hood, really taking it to CYPH3R with those kicks. Any perceived pleasantries have gone out the door after CYPH3R’s scathing words for Sahara this past week.

Hood: They both have a quick strike ability that can cause an incredible amount of damage to their opponent. I’m not sure if the relationship will survive after this week, but if they can make it to the Mix, they’ve got as good a shot as any team to win.

~CYPH3R bends over on the outside, his right arm stretched across his reddenning chest area. He turns to see Sahara flying toward him with a suicide dive through the middle rope. CYPH3R flies backwards, hitting the back of his head on the security railing while Sahara lands on her feet. She poses for the crowd, who rain down a chorus of boos for her efforts. Sahara picks CYPH3R up by his hair and rolls him back into the ring. CYPH3R gets to his knees begging Sahara to take it easy. As she moves toward him, he spins around, extending his leg and sweeping hers in the process, sending her to the mat back first. She quickly pops back up to her feet only to be met with a series of chops to her chest area. CYPH3R chops Sahara four more times, then rares back and nails her with one more for good measure, bursting a blood vessel at the top of her left breast as she cries out in pain. He hooks her arm and hip tosses her to the center of the ring. As she gets up, CYPH3R charges and nails her with a running knee strike to the chest. Sahara falls down as CYPH3R makes a quick cover.~

1!

Kickout!

Jones: CYPH3R seems to have gained the upper hand Hood but still only managed a one count there.

Hood: I can’t believe he had the audacity to hurt those fun bags like that. Come on man, there are certain lines that should never be crossed.

Jones: I have a feeling any permanent damage can be remedied by Thad’s pocket book.

Hood: Are you suggesting they’re…FAKE?! How dare you! Those things are REAL, and they’re SPECTACULAR!!

~CYPH3R pulls Sahara up by her hair and throws her into the corner. He whips her toward the opposite corner but she cartwheels out of it, landing on her feet. As he charges forward, Sahara swings and misses with a clothesline. He spins her around, grabs the back of her head, and drives her face first into both knees with a double knee facebuster. He makes the cover.~

1!

2!

Kickout!

Jones: CYPH3R with a huge facebuster there but still only a two count.

Hood: Last week with Claudius, now CYPH3R… Sahara once again finds herself being dominated by a man in the ring.

Jones: …

Hood: Don’t say it!

Jones: I didn’t say anything.

~CYPH3R brings Sahara to her feet. He hooks her, and connects with a Tiger suplex. Instead of going for the pin, CYPH3R releases his hold and allows Sahara to grab the back of her neck in pain. As she gets to her knees, he unleashes his own barrage of kicks as she reels back and forth. He goes for a spinning heel kick, but Sahara ducks, then punches him straight in the balls. CYPH3R grabs his groin area as the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos.~

Jones: Sahara once again going to her tried and true method of taking men down by their manhood.

Hood: She’s calling it the Equalizer now, Jones. Basically any chance Sahara has to get her hands on some cock and balls, she’s going to take it.

Jones: Except yours.

Hood: Not cool.

~Sahara hops to her feet and heads for CYPH3R, picking him up and bouncing him off the ropes. She kicks him in the stomach then steps back, flipping her hair… then charges at CYPH3R. She ducks his clothesline, climbs over his back and hits him with a float over DDT. She makes a cover.~

1!

2!

Kickout!

Jones: Sahara was close to pulling out the win right there.

Hood: CYPH3R still has a lot of fight left in him. He’s not going to go out to a DDT.

~Sahara is not pleased with the count and gives Puff an earful. She picks CYPH3R off the mat, hooks him, and connects with an exploder suplex! Instead of going for the cover, she rips him back off the mat, hooks and delivers a second exploder suplex in succession. CYPH3R’s neck bounces hard off the canvas on the second one as Sahara makes the cover, hooking the leg nearest to her.~

1!

2!

3 No! Kickout!

Hood: She was so close! I thought she had him!

Jones: You’re right, nearly three there. I think it was a mistake to hook the near leg there Hood. If she’d hooked the other one she might have had the leverage needed to keep him down.

~Sahara smacks the mat in frustration in almost a mini tantrum. CYPH3R continues selling the back of his neck as she sits on her knees, pulling her hair back. Her attention is turned when a commotion begins to occur in the crowd. The sea of faces begins to part as an incredibly tall black man begins making his way through the crowd toward the ring.~

Jones: It’s BALL BALL!!! Ball Ball is coming to the ring, but why?

Hood: I don’t know, but this isn’t the time or the place. Sahara doesn’t need this kind of distraction!

Jones: We saw Ball Ball come to the ring last week and call almost everyone on the roster a bum, including Sahara and CYPH3R…

Hood: … and you.

~Sahara walks over toward the ropes as Ball Ball steps over the guardrail. She screams at him, then yells for security to get him out of there. Three guys who are totally not local independent workers dressed in security outfits walk over to Ball Ball. He grabs the first guy by the head, tosses him into the air, then, using his head as a weapon, headbutts the guy across the floor. The second tries to hit Ball Ball, but he blocks it, rares back, and slaps him to the ground. He then turns to the third non-independent worker and kicks him in the stomach, hoists him into the air, and slams him to the ground with a jackknife powerbomb.~

Hood: Ball Ball is out here murdering security guards!

Jones: He has decimated those three highly trained professionals in record time.

~Ball Ball shouts “You’re a bum!” at her, then points behind her. She turns right into a Yakuza kick from CYPH3R. She staggers backwards toward the ropes, bounces off and is met with an uppercut, then another, then another. CYPH3R kicks Sahara in the gut, goes to position her head between his legs, then thinks better of it, hooking her head to the side instead. He lifts her into the air and connects with a spinning DDT. CYPH3R looks at Ball Ball, who mouths “bum” at him before exiting through the crowd.~

Jones: CYPH3R is back and showing signs of life here Hood, and has wisened up to her Equalizer tactics. I guess his trip inside Sahara’s mind this week must have paid off.

Hood: He almost put her head between his legs, but the guy does his scouting reports, maybe more than anyone else on the roster. He knows what Sahara is capable of.

Jones: And I’m not sure what Ball Ball’s strategy was here, but his target was seemingly Sahara and not CYPH3R, even though he called them both bums.

~CYPH3R thinks about making a cover, but it’s clear Sahara is not out just yet. He stands her up and lifts her into the air, attempting a back breaker. Sahara is able to squirm out of his grasp, landing on her feet. Both competitors go for and connect with superkicks at the same time, leaving them down on the mat as Puff begins his count.~

Jones: Both CYPH3R and Sahara, who use the superkick as one of their signature maneuvers, have connected with it and are down in the middle of the ring.

Hood: It’s truly anyone’s match at this point, but I hope Sahara can pull it out.

~Puff makes it to the count of 4 as both begin pulling themselves up off the mat. By 6 CYPH3R makes it to his feet, then Sahara gets to hers at 8. CYPH3R runs toward her and leaps into the air, attempting to hit her with a running knee strike. Sahara ducks and pulls the top rope down, sending CYPH3R tumbling over and out onto the floor. Sahara wastes no time. She climbs the top rope, turns her body toward the inside of the ring, and leaps backwards with a high arching moonsault. She lands perfectly onto CYPH3R, crushing his midsection in the process.~

Jones: Oh my! An unbelievable display of athleticism there by Sahara! I don’t know that I’ve seen a moonsault with so much height.

Hood: And grace! That was a thing of beauty! I only wish she’d landed it in the ring.

~Sahara bounces off of CYPH3R and rolls on the floor holding her rib cage while CYPH3R does the same. Puff begins counting once again as Sahara fights to pull herself up with the guardrail. She’s the first to get to her feet. She grabs CYPH3R and rolls him back into the ring, then slides under the bottom rope and crawls on top of him for the pin.~

1!

2!

3!! No!

Jones: CYPH3R got his foot on the ropes!

Hood: No!

Jones: The same exact thing that Sahara was able to do last week against Claudius to keep her in the match has happened to her. After that moonsault I can’t believe CYPH3R even knows what planet he’s on, let alone to have the ring awareness to get the ropes.

~Sahara is near tears in the ring. She’s exhausted and clearly thought she had won the match. She makes it to her feet, climbs through the middle rope, and stands on the outside holding the top rope and motions for CYPH3R to get up.~

Hood: Here we go! Sahara’s sizing him up for The Widowmaker!

~CYPH3R slowly gets to his feet, his back turned to Sahara. As he turns around, she leaps to the top rope, bouncing off and jumping forward with a superman punch, but CYPH3R catches her in midair, hoisting her backwards with a fall away slam! He staggers to his feet as Sahara barely musters the strength to get to her knees. The two stare at each other for a brief moment, Sahara with tears of frustration in her eyes, then CYPH3R runs forward, nailing her squarely in the face with his version of the kinshasa.~

Jones: Download Complete!!

~CYPH3R drops to his knees and hooks Sahara’s leg, applying every bit of body weight he can muster for the pin.~

1!

2!

3!!!

~Sahara’s shoulder pops off the mat seconds after Puff’s hand hits the mat.~

Belvedere: Here is your winner… CYPH3R!!!!!

Jones: The Superior Design has done it! He’s managed to take out the White Widow in what may go down as one of the greatest matches we’ve seen on Massacre!

Hood: I normally don’t agree with you on much but I have to here. This match had everything. These two are incredibly talented and it just came down to CYPH3R having an ounce more in the tank than Sahara.

Jones: I could watch these two go at it again and again–

Hood: But hopefully now they can set their differences aside and get back on the same page in time for the Margarita Mix. This is the team to beat!

~CYPH3R picks up Sahara and cradles her in his arms checking to see if she’s ok. As he begins to pull the hair from her face he is stomped in the back of the head by…~

Jones: CJ O’DONNELL!! What the hell is he doing?

Hood: I had forgotten he was even out on the entrance ramp this whole time. Sneaky bastard.

~CYPH3R goes flying forward from the kick and rolls off of Sahara. CJ reaches down and throws Sahara out of the ring. He stands in the corner, begging CYPH3R to get to his feet. As CYPH3R stands with his back to CJ. CJ runs forward, hitting his single leg high knee right to the back of CYPH3R’s head!~

Jones: Irish Knowledge! CYPH3R is out cold in the middle of the ring!

~CJ grins from ear to ear. He rolls out of the ring and grabs the Transatlantic Championship belt. He rolls back in the ring and stands over CYPH3R, hoisting the title in the air. This crowd hates CJ and they’re letting him know all about it. Outside the ring, Sahara pulls herself up. She appears to think about rushing into the ring to save CYPH3R, but she decides against it and limps her way back up the ramp. Inside the ring, CJ takes the Transatlantic belt and lays it across CYPH3R’s midsection.~

Jones: I can’t believe what I’m seeing here. CJ O’Donnell handpicked CYPH3R’s opponent here this evening causing who knows what kind of damage between his relationship with Sahara, then had the audacity to attack CYPH3R after the match. What lengths will this man NOT go to to get his hands on the Transatlantic Championship?

Hood: He’ll stop at nothing Jones, and he won’t care who he screws over in the process. That includes my beautiful Sahara, CYPH3R, hell he’d even take out all of Paramount if he had to.

Jones: He may have to do just that as he will take on CYPH3R’s handpicked opponent for him, Paramount’s Crash Rodriguez, and that match is coming up soon!

~Roll out the red carpet, get the flower bearers to start throwing petals on the ground, let the paparazzi know they can start snapping those pictures because the Influence have just pushed their way into the backstage area of the T-Mobile Center!~

~No red carpet? No flower bearers? Let me guess, not a single member of the press either. Well, this isn’t off to a good start for Delia Black and Claudia Frost who regardless of the situation have decided to go whole hog for their debut on OCW TV. The duo are wearing oversized sunglasses indoors and fur coats that probably cost a forest its entire critter population, on top of all of that Claudia is being led in through the doors by her brown weiner dog named Beans. Beans has a studded diamond collar that leads up a red leash into her hands~

~OCW security is on them in seconds, Delia flashes her backstage pass as does Claudia before they can be tazed~

BLACK: That’s right, the Influence has arrived everyone!

~Nobody pays attention to her announcement, but Delia wasn’t talking to all the random people backstage trying to put on a show. Delia was talking the livestream -- yes, in one hand is her backstage pass in the other is a phone.~

BLACK: Hopefully, we have made it in time for Claudia’s big debut match here tonight. She’s got to squeeze into her tights and find someone to watch Beans before getting out there and mixing it up with the old school wrestlers. Between me and you all, if I were Claudia I would have gone a couple sizes up on the tights… unemployment hasn’t been too kind on her, if you know what I mean.

~Delia’s attempt to be subtle and not let Claudia hear that last part wasn’t that good and it stopped Claudia dead in her tracks causing her to slowly turn her head towards Delia with a death stare~

BLACK: Oh come on, since we got fired from ACE I’ve been hitting the gym while you’ve been hitting the cupcakes. Pretty soon they’re going to be calling you Claudia Frosting. That’s why you’re the one who got signed up tonight for this New School vs. Old School match, to burn some calories.

~Claudia blinks once and not just a normal blink, a slow, gradual blink, filled with pure hatred in her heart right now towards her best friend~

FROST: If you weren’t my best friend, Beans would have killed you by now. Also, as I have been explaining to you since we got on the plane that I don’t have a match here tonight. You’re totally mistaken, Deets.

BLACK: Uh, you have a match. There’s no mistake about it.

FROST: There’s no way, this New School vs. Old School was announced even before we signed our contracts. How can that be?

BLACK: Duh, it’s called influence. You’re welcome.

~Just then a security guard walks up to the duo just to make sure that they’re in the right place. Both Delia and Claudia don’t even pause and hold up their backstage passes, fending the guard off and sending him away~

BLACK: Influence, just like how we got these backstage passes because we’ve been reppin’ T-Mobile on the livestream these past few months. Because they deliver outstanding wireless experiences and people come first.

~Big wink from Delia towards her phone for the livestream~

FROST: It still doesn’t make sense, why would I be thrown into some New School vs. Old School match? I don’t even like school.

~The two continue to walk through the backstage of the arena occasionally flashing their backstage passes to random people walking around or carrying a box, doing their job or whatever. That is until the duo come to the holy grail of the backstage area, the locker room. Standing outside the locker room is a massive human being that looks like an oversized thumb due to his lack of a neck. The duo flash their passes and attempt to walk by, but the man doesn’t move~

FROST: Excuse us, thumb man-mountain. We’re the Influence, as you can see from our passes. We’d like to get by now, I have a match I’m supposed to get ready for.

~The man offers up no response~

BLACK: I get it, it’s like when the card reader at the store doesn’t read your card the first time. Let’s try this again.

~They hold up their backstage passes again, this time for an obnoxiously long amount of time. Even standing up their tippy toes in order to reach the head area of the guard~

FROST: Did that work?

BLACK: I don’t know, I don’t know where his neck ends and his head starts.

~They try to push their way through and the massive guard stops them again. He slowly looks down at the two of them, towering nearly a foot over both of them easily~

GUARD: Those are backstage passes. You have to be wrestling tonight to get into here.

~In stereo, both members of the Influence fling off of their sunglasses and hold up their passes to the sides of their faces. Delia speaks slowly towards the guard hoping he can understand her from way down there~

BLACK: Yes. She. Is. Here. To. Wrestle. To-night.

GUARD: You’re not on the list.

FROST: I’m in the New School vs. Old School match. I’m Claudia.

~The guard looks down at the clipboard in his massive hands, and then looks up without even a moment's hesitation~

GUARD: Yeah, that says Claudius. As in, Claudius Augustus.

~Claudia’s head whips right around towards Delia who has the biggest “yikes” look on her face right now because she totally screwed this one up~

FROST: Claudius? You read Claudius and thought that it said Claudia? You booked us a flight here, made me get Beans drugged up and put in the underbelly of that plane, bought these matching fur coats and had me pack all my gear up because you didn’t even stop to double check the name on the show?

~Delia’s still in ‘yikes’ mode. Slowly, she puts back on her oversized sunglasses and attempts to go full turtle inside her fur coat~

BLACK: I think I’ll end the livestream now.

FROST: Yeah, you probably should.

BLACK: Maybe we can hang out in catering?

~Claudia storms off as Delia stays put in her cocoon of fur. With that, we fade to black~

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~OCW’s Monday Night Massacre returns, where we see the Majority Owner Thaddeus Duke standing in the center of the ring. Yes back out there, once again. This man must LOVE Kansas City! His music is fading as he asks the crowd to quil their excitement.

THAD: As you know, the Margarita Mix is right around the corner and while teams and slots are filling up fast, I’d be remiss if I didn’t come out here to acknowledge last years tournament. Kansas City join me in welcoming the REIGNING! DEFENDING! 2021 MARGARITA MIX WINNER!

THE ONE!

THE ONLY!

DOLLY!

FUCKING!

WATERS!

~Kansas City erupts for the teenage phenom as she emerges from backstage and makes her way to the ring.

JONES: The OCW fans here in Kansas City, Missouri have come unglued! For the first time in nearly a year, Hood, Dolly Waters is on OCW Television!

HOOD: It hasn’t been nearly long enough!

JONES: Even YOU have to show some appreciation for the defending Margarita Mix champion!

HOOD: I still contend that woman is a witch, or an alien, and I just don’t get down with that… okay? So leave me alone about Dolly goddamn Waters.

JONES: …As she’s so affectionately known…

~The long time friends embrace in the ring before a smiling Thad Duke stands aside to give last year’s Margarita Mix winner the center of the ring. She raises her customary single fist into the air as the crowd continues to roar.

THAD: Milady.

~Thaddeus Duke cedes the floor to Dolly Waters, handing her a mic.

[dolly]Thad, I’m sure if these people don’t know it yet, they soon will, but OCW is in the best of hands with you as its owner. I’d be lying if I said your acquisition of this fine company wasn’t a part of the reason why I was so eager to return to this year’s Margarita Mix.

~The fact of the statement draws a thunderous applause from the fans, they’re are beyond eager to see Dolly on their OCW programming this summer.

JONES: Last year, Hood, Dolly was partnered with Hector Malvaldo as part of the blind dating Margarita Mix drawing, and those two went on an incredible run defeating Bret Daniels and Chris Madison to win the tournament finals.

HOOD: I find myself incredibly conflicted, Jones. I love Thad… but no so much his little girlfriend.

[dolly]What Auguas Malvado accomplished last year will always remain near and dear to my heart. There was a lot of speculation last time. A lot of people thought that I’d take my prize of OCW Gold out of Hector’s rear-end. But given the option to continue our tag team run, and face off against The No Good Bastards for the OCW Tag Championships- I stayed true to my word, and true to our team. Though we barely fell short against Bobby Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles, given the option… I’d partner with Hector Malvaldo again in a heartbeat.

~The fans begin chanting: AGUAS MALVALDO~

THAD: Though it would be great to see a reunion as badass as the Evil Waters were, unfortunately, Hector did not sign up to be in this year's Margarita Mix. And since you and I introducing Revolution Prime to the OCW would be completely unfair to everyone in the tournament… I have to ask Dolly, have you gotten any suitors for the Margarita Mix yet?

[dolly]I mean… yeah. Pfft. like, totally. Everyone. Everyone in the tournament asked me…

THAD: Uh, that’s a no, folks.

~KC boos this revelation.

THAD: So what you really mean is no one has asked you yet?

~Dolly stretches her lips across her teeth. Thad begins to speak again when all the sudden a Brotherhood of Bastards logo hits the OCW tron.

~Twenty midgets with sparklers walk out from the guerrilla position and get into their positions lining the entrance ramp. In both hands the midgets hold up the sparklers as high as their little arms can reach, an arrogant smile emblazoned on TK’s face, and bobbing his head back and forth to the music. The sparkers ignite as he walks past the midgets. Once Thunder Knuckles is down to the ring he rolls under the bottom rope and in one movement he pops up to his feet. With his back turned towards the camera, he raises his right fist in defiance. As soon as his fist goes up, counterfeit XBUX with Thunder Knuckles' face on them falls from the rafters onto the crowd. The music cuts out with the counterfeit money still falling from the sky.

THAD: I’m not paying for the little people and the XBUX falling from the ceiling.

~TK scoffs at Thad.

[tk]You’re not the only rich person in the building. Anyway, you’re also not the reason I came out here. You can goto the back now.

THAD: I own-

[tk]the entrance ramp, you sure do, and you know how it works.

~Dolly glares incredulously at Thunder Knuckles, while Thaddeus rolls his eyes, not backing down but not in the mood to deal with any conflict, and then thinks…

THAD: Well, my Sister from another Mister, looks like you might have a suitor afterall…

~She scowls her lip into her nostril as Thad leaves the ring, he and TK, old XWF adversaries nod at one another as the owner makes his exit.

[tk]I don’t know what Thad’s talking about I don’t make suits I buy ’em. Anyway, The whole reason I’m fucking out here in front of the worst crowd the T-Mobile Center could muster, except those smoking hot bitches in the front row.

~TK pauses and winks at the two hot bitches in the front row.

[tk]Back on track, the reason I’m out here is because I need a partner for the Mix and you’re the best they have to offer… Seeing as Bobby Bourbon isn’t here. So, whatcha say about ‘Ol Thunder Knuckles and Dolly Waters teaming up to butt fuck OCW in another Mixer? Only stipulation though, no shitty name like Aguas Malvaldo. If you say yes then you won’t have partner you gotta carry around til the end, only to get punked when it matters.

~The crowd begins stirring with anticipation at TK’s words. The camera focusing back on Dolly who’s giving the proposition a bent look of curiosity.

JONES: Hood, are you hearing what I think I’m hearing?

HOOD: You mean all these smoking hot babes in the crowd who want that God of a man that is Thunder Knuckles?

JONES: Jesus… NO! I believe Thunder Knuckles is asking Dolly Waters to the dance!

HOOD: What? Say it isn’t so! Don’t do it TK! Dolly must be using her witchy succubus powers to seduce TK. There’s no way TK would want to team up with Dolly on his own free will!

JONES: They’re definitely polar opposites in wrestling. But they’re both known as two of the best shoot-promos in the business, and two of the most capable at backing those promos up. A team of Thunder Knuckles and Dolly Waters would be instantly one of.. If not THE favorite to win the Margarita Mix!

HOOD: Even with my disdain for Dolly, I’ve got to say, this team would be very dangerous!

[dolly]...

~She eyes TK up and down. She can tell he means business, and Dolly obviously has no other intention than winning the Margarita Mix for the second straight year.

[tk]Well?

[dolly]Well… How about an even shittier name?

[tk]TMZ is already taken not-a-fucking-thing can be shittier than that.

[dolly]I don’t know what a TMZ is… I’ll tell you what, we’ll workshop a name. I’m in.

[tk]Atta-girl. Take a look OCW fans you might not like me but you certainly like this chick. See you at the Mix.

~TK points into the crowd at the two hot bitches in the front row and gives them a call me gesture. Dolly rolls her eyes and walk out of the ring.

[tk]Hey, where are you going?

~TK rolls under the bottom rope and greets the two hot bitches in the front row as Dolly starts up the ramp. She pauses to find TK, and rolls her eyes. At ringside, TK helps the two ladies over the fan barricade and start up the ramp.

JONES: Thunder Knuckles came here for one date and is leaving with three!

~As Dolly, TK and his two ring rats make it to the stage, Thaddeus Duke re-emerges from backstage. He eyes the two ring rats, smiles and nods.

HOOD: TK may be a God! But he’s got some fierce competition for the ladies from the Lion!

~The two ring rats abruptly depart from TK and rush to Thad.

[tk]: Hey.

HOOD: OH MAN!

[tk]: HEY!

~Thad and the two ring rats disappear backstage. Dolly Waters laughs at her new partners expense.

[tk]: Son of a…

~We cut to Jones and Hood~

Jones: I don't know why our Majority Owner would waste his time with rats when he's got Sahara.

Hood: He's an equal opportunity lover.

Jones: I supposed...but, man. The winner of last year's Mix, Dolly Waters is teaming with one half of the team her and her partner could not get over for the tag titles. Dolly is teaming with Thunder Knuckles! That's huge!

Hood: I know we say this every week but...INSTANT FAVORITES

Jones: That's just a testament to how talented this year's lineup is. Mega team after mega team. The winner of the 2022 Margarita Mix is going to be well worthy of an OCW Title shot.

Hood: No doubt.

Jones: Speaking of OCW Title shots. Up next we have a man who has been trying to earn an OCW Title Shot for nearly five years. His last OCW Title Shot was, ironically, the last time the OCW Title changed hands on Massacre...something that could happen, tonight! But first, CJ O'Donnell...a man consumed with greatness...is set to face off against his Paramount stablemate, Crash Rodriguez...another man obsessed with gold, only in the form of the Craze Championship.

Hood: These guys have big matches coming up in two weeks. So this should be a tremendous test, fine tuning their skills.

Jones: Paramount clashes...next!

Singles Match
CJ O’Donnell (14-4) vs. Crash Rodriguez (7-2)

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

~”Kings Never Die” by Eminem begins blasting throughout the arena as the crowd stands to their feet delivering the loudest boos of the night so far. The jumbotron video of CJ O’Donnell pops up on the screen as CJ steps through the curtain and out onto the stage. CJ closes his eyes, tilts his head up, and inhales deeply, breathing in the hatred from the fans.~

Belvedere: From (maybe?) Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at 178 pounds… “THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!

~CJ begins walking to the ring with a little strut as he mouths off to the fans lining the entrance ramp. He stomps his way up the ring steps and enters the ring through the middle rope.~

Jones: And here he is once again ladies and gentlemen, we just saw him scouting CYPH3R in his match against Sahara Duke, then viciously attacking CYPH3R after the match. I’m honestly confused by why he didn’t just stay out here after that match.

Hood: Because he’s a proper superstar who needs a proper entrance, idiot. A proper entrance that could have been even proper had it been planned out ahead and not just orchestrated on the fly. I’m not sure if I have ever seen CJ as motivated as he seems to be in his feud with CYPH3R. The hacker has unlocked something in “The Distinguished” one.

Jones: He certainly is locked in, and he’s going to need to be, because he’s about to go one on one against the hometown hero and about 18,000 of his closest friends!

Belvedere: And his opponent…

~The pop is deafening. Before the music even hits this place is rocking. “Crash” chants echo throughout the arena. The noise level only intensifies when “No Love” by Death Grips hits the sound system. “The Crooked Man” bursts his way onto the ramp, jumping up and down and getting totally hype to the fans.

Belvedere: From KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI…

~The atmosphere is electric. The fans are going nuts, finally…someone of significance is from their hometown, and they are happy to see him here.~

Belvedere: …”THE CROOKED MAN”... CRASH ROD-RI-GUEZ!!!!!!!!!

~Crash runs down the ramp slapping hands along the way. Behind him comes Lou Pole carrying little Bash.~

Jones: Ladies and gentlemen…CRASH IS IN THE HOUSE!!!

Hood: Jones, these people are absolutely losing their minds. Crash has never been a fan favorite and if I’m being honest, I don’t love this side of him.

Jones: The hometown boy made good, Hood. They appreciate it and so does he. I’m sure he’ll be the Crash you know and love as soon as we’re done here tonight.

~Crash waits at the base of the ring as Lou gets to him. He reaches over and messes Bash’s hair with his hand, smiling as he hops onto the ring apron. The camera cuts to a dad holding his little girl in his hands. Her shirt reads “I want to have Baby Bash’s baby”.~

Hood: Seriously folks, 1-800-TLS-BABY. He can help these degenerate children!

~Crash enters the ring through the ropes and stares across the ring at CJ. The crowd begins to chant “Crash Rodriguez… clap, clap, clap clap clap” as Crash just smiles, taking it all in. He turns his attention to CJ who extends his fist to Crash. Crash returns the bump and Fluff calls for the bell.~

DING DING DING

Jones: A show of respect from the two Paramount members and we’re underway!

~CJ wastes no time rushing toward Crash, catching him a bit off guard. He hits Crash with a forearm, followed by a European uppercut, followed by another forearm as Crash is backed into the ropes. CJ whips Crash across the ring, he bounces off the ropes, knocking CJ down with a shoulder tackle. Crash runs to his right as CJ rolls over attempting to trip Crash but Crash jumps over him and bounces off the other ropes. CJ tries a hip toss, but Crash blocks it, reverses, and hits a hip toss of his own. As CJ hops up, Crash launches at him tackling him to the corner. Crash unleashes a fury of punches at CJ as Fluff gets in between the two. Crash backs away as the crowd erupts in approval.~

Jones: Crash Rodriguez is a ball of fire tonight Hood!

Hood: CJ is going to have his hands full for sure.

~CJ grabs his face with his hand and sticks his tongue out, licking the edge of his mouth. He grins at Crash and nods as a sign of respect. The two men begin circling each other in the ring and go for a lock up. CJ gains the advantage almost immediately, spins behind Crash and hits a snap suplex. The back of Crash’s head smacks against the mat as CJ holds on for a bridge/pin.~

1!

Kickout!

Hood: CJ was successful hitting the snap suplex but only garnered a one count.

Jones: It definitely caught Crash off guard but it’s nowhere near enough to put him away. So far these two men are about as evenly matched as you can get.

~Crash rolls through backwards, holding the back of his head. The crowd is not happy with CJ at all but Crash nods back at CJ. The two go for another lockup in the middle of the ring but immediately begin jostling for position. The spin as they edge closer to the corner, with CJ gaining the upper hand. He knees Crash in the stomach causing him to lurch forward. CJ then begins stomping Crash in the midsection repeatedly until Crash falls to the mat in the corner. CJ takes a few steps back, then launches toward Crash with a full head of steam, kneeing him squarely in the face. The back of Crash’s head smacks against the turnbuckle as the crowd gasps.~

Jones: That was a devastating knee to Crash’s face Hood. These two men might be friends outside the ring, but tonight they’re not pulling any punches.

Hood: Hey, what the–

~The lights begin to flicker in the arena as CYPH3R limps his way out onto the entrance ramp, still holding the back of his head from the attack from CJ earlier in the night. This gives Crash a golden opportunity as he leaps to his feet. As CJ turns back to him, Crash gouges him in the eyes, causing the crowd to pop. He then begins laying into CJ with forearm strikes. He grabs CJ by the head, spins him around, and drops him with a neckbreaker. Crash makes the cover.~

1!

2!

Kickout!

Jones: CYPH3R has made his way to the entrance ramp and it was almost the distraction Crash needed to secure a victory tonight.

Hood: These guys just can’t stop screwing with each other… and it’s awesome!

~Crash smacks the mat but doesn’t hesitate to grab CJ and hook him with a Boston Crab. Crash cranks the legs of CJ and hooks it in deep but CJ is able to crawl his way to the ropes. Fluff tells Crash to break the hold and he does. He wastes no time going over to CJ and picking him up off the mat. CJ reaches up and gouges the eyes of Crash this time, returning the favor from earlier. As Crash is blinded, CJ spins around and decimates Crash with a discus clothesline. Crash manages to get to his knees but is met with an enziguri. CJ doesn’t even bother with a pin attempt, instead choosing to mount Crash from behind and hook in a rear naked choke.~

Jones: CJ’s got Crash in a rear naked choke, right in the middle of the ring!

Hood: I’m not sure Crash is going to be able to get out of this one.

~CJ has the choke locked in and Crash is looking like he’s about to go out. The crowd begins stomping, cheering for Crash and stomping as Fluff reaches over and grabs Crash’s arm. He lifts it up and drops it to the mat.~

1!

~Fluff lifts the lifeless arm of Crash up one again and lets go as it drops to the mat.~

2!

~Fluff lifts it up one more time and drops it.~

3!!!!

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~NO!!!!! Crash stopped his arm an inch above the mat. The crowd is fully behind Crash as he begins to stomp his foot. Lou is smacking the mat with one hand and holding Bash, who’s clapping his hands, in the other. Crash is able to get to his knees, then to his feet. He elbows CJ in the stomach. Another elbow, then another. Crash goes to run away but CJ reaches out, grabbing him by the hair and throwing him back to the mat to the disdain of the crowd.~

Hood: Unbelievable! I thought it was over for Crash, but he somehow managed to come to his senses right before his hand hit the mat for the third time.

Jones: It was the power of the people Hood. Knowing he had the full support of this crowd willed Crash to stay alive in the match.

Hood: Shut up.

~CJ is clearly frustrated in the ring. He looks to Crash, but then out onto the ramp where CYPH3R still stands watching the match. CJ picks crash up and bodyslams him in the middle of the ring, almost taunting CYPH3R with the move. He climbs to the second rope, waits for Crash to get to his feet, and connects with a missile drop kick. CJ goes for the cover.~

1!

2!

NO! Kickout!

Jones: How much more punishment can one man take?

Hood: CJ is going to put him away here. Crash has nothing left in the tank.

~CJ throws his hands up in disgust. He pulls Crash up in the center of the ring, goes behind him, and connects with a German suplex. CJ doesn’t release the hold, rolling through and connecting with another German suplex. He continues holding on, rolling through and hitting a third German suplex, this time bridging into a pinning combination.~

1!

2!

3!!!

No!! Kickout!!!

Jones: Crash got his left shoulder up! It was so close but he somehow still managed to get his shoulder off the mat right before Fluff’s hand hit the mat!

Hood: Just stay down man! Don’t let these fools out here talk you into getting an injury. Think of Bash! He needs his dad!

~CJ runs his hands through his hair, eyes wide in amazement at not scoring the pin. He retreats to the corner and mouths to the camera “it’s over”.~

Hood: Here it comes Jones, it’s time for Crash to get a little Irish Knowledge!

Jones: He’s lining him up and it could spell trouble for Crash Rodriguez for sure.

~Crash gets to his feet, his back to CJ and his knees wobbling. CJ waits until Crash turns around, then rushes forward. He hits Crash with a running single leg high knee, NO! Crash moves at the last second. He grabs CJ by the head as he passes by and drops him with a desperation neckbreaker, sending both men crashing to the mat.~

Jones: Crash is still showing signs of life!

Hood: I can’t believe it, Jones. I thought CJ had this match won for sure.

Jones: Just listen to this crowd, Hood. This is what professional wrestling is all about. They are going absolutely nuts for their hometown boy.

Hood: It’s ok, I guess. But only because it’s Crash.

~The crowd once again chants “Crash Rodriguez… clap, clap, clap clap clap” over and over as the two men begin to stir in the ring. Fluff makes it to 7 before they both make it to their feet. CJ lunges forward and busts Crash in the face with a forearm. Crash staggers, then connects with a forearm of his own. CJ hits another forearm, then Crash does the same. The two continue trading forearms a few more times until CJ gets the upper hand. He backs Crash into the ropes, then whips him across the ring. Crash bounces off the ropes and flies across the ring with a cross body block! CJ hops back up and is met with a scoop slam. Crash hops over CJ’s body and onto the top rope. He looks around to the sold out Kansas City crowd, takes a second to bask in the glory of their cheers, then falls forward smashing CJ in the head with a flying head butt! Crash holds his head in pain, but slowly crawls over for the cover.~

1!

2!

3!! No!!!

Kickout!

Jones: CJ O’Donnell kicked out! I can’t believe it!

Hood: What a match Jones! These guys are leaving everything out here for us all to see.

Jones: I have no idea how much more either of these men have left in the tank, but I hope this thing goes for another twenty minutes!

~The crowd is in disbelief as they thought Crash had the match won. Crash sits on his knees. He rolls his left hand through his hair and looks around the arena. He begins to pump himself up, feeding off of the energy from the crowd. Lou is bouncing Bash on the ring apron, yelling for Crash to end it. He stands to his feet, then begins to stomp in the middle of the ring as the crowd eggs him on. The entire 18,000+ are standing to their feet. Crash picks CJ up by the hair, hooks his arms, and spins him around going for the Crash Landing. He lifts CJ into the air but CJ is able to block the move. He gets a backslide on Crash but Crash rolls through. Both men get to their feet as CJ kicks Crash in the stomach. He steps back then charges forward toward Crash, once again attempting Irish Knowledge. Crash dodges the knee, hooks CJ’s neck, and snaps him to the mat with a vicious DDT. Both men are down on the mat. The crowd is cheering for Crash to make a cover. He crawls slowly over to CJ and hooks the leg~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!!

~CJ rolls through at the last possible second and reverses the pin. With Fluff out of position, CJ puts every bit of his weight on top of Crash, using the ropes as leverage~

1!

2!

3!!!!!!

Belvedere: Here is your winner… “THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!!

Hood: Attaboy CJ!!

Jones: CJ O’Donnell literally just stole that match from Crash Rodriguez!

Hood: What are you talking about? He won the match fair and square.

Jones: He used his feet as leverage on the ropes. The way this match was going there was absolutely no way he was going to beat Crash without cheating.

Hood: And that’s why he did it. Guys like CJ just have that killer instinct. He was going to do whatever it took to get the win here. He didn’t care if Crash was his friend. It’s war in the ring.

~The crowd is devastated and booing loudly at CJ, who just now manages to get to his knees as Fluff raises his hand in victory. Crash is sitting in the corner, pouring sweat and visibly upset he couldn’t pull off the win. CJ manages to get to his feet and walks over to Crash. He extends his hand down and Crash grabs it, allowing CJ to pull him to his feet. The two share a quick glance before CJ pulls him in for a big hug. Crash pats him on the back and whispers something in CJ’s ear. The crowd is unsure what to make of this, but when Crash spins out of the hug he lifts CJ’s hand in the air. CJ points back to Crash and the crowd warms to the both of them.~

Jones: Wow! What an incredible show of respect between these two competitors. CJ seems fully aware that Crash Rodriguez quite possibly gave him the toughest challenge of his career.

Hood: This was without doubt the most focused I have ever seen Crash in the ring. If he was up against any other wrestler tonight, I’m confident he would have pulled it out.

~CJ claps for Crash, then turns toward the ramp only to be met with a superkick from CYPH3R!!~

Jones: CYPH3R!

~CYPH3R levels Crash with a right hand, dropping him to the mat. Lou grabs him and rolls him out of the ring, leaving CJ alone with CYPH3R in the ring. CYPH3R picks CJ up, hoists him onto his shoulders, and nails him with Game Over (GTS). He immediately grabs the back of his neck in pain as CJ lies motionless in the ring. CYPH3R removes his Transatlantic Championship from his waist and stands over CJ, raising it high in the air.~

Hood: CJ and CYPH3R keep outdoing each other and it’s awesome!

Jones: These two have tried to outsmart each other but both were able to overcome the odds and leave out of tonight with wins. Now they’re set to square off at Truth or Consequences for CYPH3R’s Transatlantic Title in what will prove to be an exciting contest. It truly will be anyone’s match.

JONES: Last week on this show, Easton Alexander called out Majority Owner Thaddeus Duke.

HOOD: It did not go particularly well for the maligned Canadian Dragon!

JONES: It didn’t, and Hood, Thaddeus Duke ordered the complete destruction of Easton Alexander by his hired gun, Cyrus Braddock.

HOOD: Right now, we go backstage to Alpha Kenny Body who will attempt to get some answers from the Majority Owner.

~The feed switches to backstage with AKB standing outside the office of Thad Duke.

AKB: Thanks guys! I’m standing here outside the office of…

~The door suddenly swings open and in the doorway is the towering figure of Cyrus Braddock.

AKD: Mister Braddock, I was told by our boss that I’d have a few minutes to ask him about last week. Could you maybe…

~Cyrus scowls down at the backstage reporter as Thad squeezes past him from inside the office.

THAD: It’s alright Cy. I told him he could ask. Walk with me Kenny, ask your questions.

~Thad starts down the hallway and Kenny quickly catches up. Cyrus Braddock tails them both very closely.

AKB: Okay so check it, last week you had Easton Alexander brutally attacked by your guy back here and…

THAD: Brutally attacked? I hardly think a few powerbombs is a brutal attack. Sure, they hurt a bit and can knock the wind out of you, but “brutal” is sensationalizing things a little, don’t you think?

AKB: Don’t you think, as owner, that was a step too far?

THAD: Easton wasn’t calling out the owner, Kenny. He called out Thaddeus Duke the competitor. I’m not medically cleared to get physical so I had to resort to such a tactic to make my point.

~The trio rounds a corner. Various producers and backstage personnel are seen scurrying out of the way while the three continue down the hall.

AKB: What point were you trying to make?

~Thad stops in his tracks and looks at Kenny.

THAD: To be careful what you ask for.

~Thad and company resume their walk and talk.

THAD: There are a lot of people within this company that just don’t know me the way they think they do. They see me, at least as a competitor, as a non-factor. I’m not staying in the office forever Kenny. There will come a time when I obtain my medical clearance and I will pull my trunks on again. I will put my boots on again. My music will play loud again and Kenny… I very much look forward to stepping back into the ring.

I very much look forward to showing the majority of this roster what star power truly is.

I very much look forward to showing this OCW world what the XWF world already knows… that I am one of the very best this industry has to offer.

As much as I’d have loved to mix it up with Easton last week, it just wasn’t prudent to do it and no one really knows what that’s like for a competitor of my caliber.

AKB: You say you don’t get personal. You say everything you do in and out of the ring when it comes to OCW is strictly business. How do you reconcile that with approving of your giant hitman blindsiding Easton?

THAD: I didn’t give him orders, Kenny.

~The trio rounds another corner and come to a stop near catering.

THAD: The blinside attack on Easton was all Cyrus Braddock. It was his idea. See, he’s a loyal man and he’s an eye for an eye type so what he did was teach Easton a lesson.

AKB: A lesson?

THAD: You don’t call a man out that’s physically unable to fight you. So Braddock took it upon himself to be my ‘champion,’ if you will. He wanted a fight, Cyrus gave it to him.

AKB: As the owner, how do you consider what happened last week, fair and balanced?

THAD: I don’t. That’s why next week on Massacre, Cyrus Braddock will be in action. He needs to get himself back in ring shape so he’ll take on Too Much Zeus in a handicap match.

AKB: I thought he was a bodyguard?

THAD: He is to a certain degree, but he’s also a man that has aspirations of climbing into the ring in an official capacity. So in the interest of fairness to Easton Alexander, who I’m sure no doubt wants to get his hands on Cyrus Braddock, on August 8th, coming off of pay per view, Easton Alexander will have that chance to right the wrong when he goes one on one with the man that stands behind us.

HOOD: Holy crap!

AKB: Well, why not sooner?

THAD: Because I don’t want to risk Cyrus brutally injuring Easton before Truth or Consequences.

AKB: How is that fair!? Cyrus Braddock is greener than goose shit!

~From seemingly out of nowhere, Cyrus Braddock swings with his right hand and grabs Kenny by the back of his head, slamming him face first into the brick wall. Blood pours from his obviously busted nose. Backstage personnel scatter quickly as Braddock lifts Kenny from the floor. The big man then lifts Alpha Kenny Body into the air, powerbombing him through a nearby table.

~Cyrus looks down at the backstage reporter as Thad stands beside him.

THAD: I’ll have to fine you for that, you know?

~Cyrus darts his head in Thad’s direction, then nods.

THAD: He’s well trained, Kenny. He just doesn’t have match experience like everyone else. Easton Alexander will be in…

~Thad pauses as he looks over and up at Cyrus Braddock.

THAD: …Good hands.

~Thad and Cyrus abandon the craft services position as we fade back to ringside.

JONES: Is that man out of control!?

HOOD: I think he took exception to a reporter telling him he was green!

JONES: Nevertheless, Cyrus Braddock will make his in ring debut next week on Massacre and Hood, if last week was any indication, and if what we just saw is any indication, Too Much Zeus is in for a rough night at the office!

HOOD: Not only that, but how about the bigger news!? The always fair…

JONES: …scoffs…

HOOD: Majority Owner is giving Easton Alexander the opportunity to face the man that attacked him last week in Cyrus Braddock!

JONES: I don’t know what the end game is here Hood, but I don’t see a peaceful resolution on the horizon!

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Jones: Epic Summer! It's coming!

Hood: I bought these ear plugs for the occasion.

Jones: Why?!

Hood: Because, if it's Carey, I'm not gonna listen to a word that comes out of her mouth.

Jones: It's been building. We'll all find out what Epic Summer means in two weeks!

Hood: FINALLY!

Jones: Well folks, up next are the OLD vs NEW, but first, I am told our very own Who’re is backstage ready to interview an OCW Superstar!

Hood: Oh, you mean she took time away from choking on Strader’s dick to do her job?

Jones: … yes, Hood.

~ The OCWtron lights up, and the fans cheer at the sight of WHO’RE as she stands by a locker room with a microphone in hand and a smile across her face. ~

Who’re: Welcome! Of course, I am everyone’s favourite Who’re and I have a special guest with me, someone who I hold very near and dear to my heart, and not just because I ride her uncle like a stolen Harley Davidson… THE PROUD! THE STRONG! THE ONLY! VERONICA STRADER!

~ Veronica walks into the frame and stares into the camera with the Strader Sneer as she crosses her arms across her chest. She nods and smiles at Who’re. ~

Veronica: Thanks, Who’re. Not with my Uncle tonight?

Who’re: He’s gonna be waiting at the Brothers of Mayhem clubhouse over in Kansas City, Kansas, after the main event.

~ The fans boo loudly at the mention of the other KC. ~

Veronica: Well, have fun.

Who’re: Thanks! So Veronica, how does it feel to finally be in the main event for the OCW Championship against the man who defeated your man in Outcast for said title?

Veronica: It feels great, Who’re. Tonight everything I have done since you signed Victoria as one last fuck you to Marcus before Jim Raven became GM, pretty much causing the Purge, comes to a match I have always wanted but never expected so soon and with so much on the line.

Who’re: Victoria was persistent. I admired her no surrender attitude. Now because of that, you went on to be a true defending Trans-Atlantic Champion for six months, becoming the greatest Trans-Atlantic champion in the process.

Veronica: I will always cherish my days as the Strong and Proud TransAtlantic Champion and the battles I had against Dylan Thomas, The Lost Stranger, Supreme Machine and Dangerous Dan to keep it. They all helped carve the warrior standing beside you. I came here telling everyone that I am the Queen of OCW, and I meant it. I was when Outcast and myself showed this company how to be a proper champion, and I have the chance to silence the naysayers, showing all these other self-proclaimed “queens” they have been smoking crack by calling themselves things that they aren’t.

Who’re: as Plethora the Perilous, the Big Bifford became OCW Champion against Christian Cain, Outcast, handing title shots to Duce Jones, Alice Knight and now yourself. Well, Dangerous Dan as well, but he’s always quiet where Bifford is concerned.

Veronica: I was surprised that this opportunity happened in the way it is going to unfold in twenty to twenty-five minutes. I have poked and prodded Bifford so I could get vengeance for my man since I know Bifford has something to do with him disappearing, but he didn’t start to bite back until a few weeks ago before he thought he would troll Dan and me. Look at his reaction since then. Sure, he made fun of Duce and Alice because of legitimate history. He refuses to give me any praise for what I have done and treats me like a “footnote” because he’s scared. I fear nothing in this life anymore, Who’re. After the PORTAL POTTY adventure and everything Victoria went through until our physical split, plus me since I have been on my own, that fat bastard couldn’t scare me if he wanted to. Well, I do fear one thing.

Who’re: What’s that?

Veronica: Becoming a “high-quality” “chicken” sandwich.

~ The OCW crowd yells, “CLASSIC OCW, BABY!” ~

Veronica: I am going to give everything I have to become the OCW Champion. I have never wasted an opportunity here before, and I won’t start now.

Who’re: Well, Veronica, ten months ago, as a talent with not even a year under your belt, you now stand 15-2, former champion and could possibly become the OCW Champion tonight as the youngest at age 21; some say that might be the BEST start to an OCW career, ever ;)

Veronica: Thanks Who’re. Tonight, history will be made, one way or another. Ahh, would you look at that?

Who’re: Look at what?

Veronica: I was able to come across strong, make my point, and not shit on the whole roster cause I am stuck in my feelings in a desperate cry for relevance.

~ Who’re pretends to FORCE a laugh as they shake hands, and Veronica heads back to her locker room to prepare for the Main Event. ~

Hood: What the hell was that?!

Jones: What?

Hood: This ;)

Jones: AHH! Don’t do that!

Hood: Does it look like I am having a stroke?

Jones: Kinda, yeah.

Hood: Think it’s a super STD?

Old School vs. New School
Elimination Rules

~The people of KANSAS CITY start to argue. They begin to separate. A chasm appears, splitting these people into a great divide. An older, more veteran crowd yelling and barking and grabbing their nuts toward a more refined but just as eager and just as venomous younger crowd. It’s the old school telling the new school how things were and how they should be. The new school lecturing the old school on how awful things were and how they seek to clean things up. War is about to be waged~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a four on four elimination style match! It is billed as The Old School taking on The New School!!

~Dualing chants of ‘Old’ and ‘New’ fill the arena~

Belvedere: Introducing first, representing team New School…

~Wild Thing begins to play as the lights shut off. As the beat drops the lights flash back on with purple and yellow spotlights on the man himself, Ball Ball, as he crip walks out onto the stage. A crowd of people jump onto the ramp as he continues to crip walk and dapping him up saying “YESSSIRRR” and “YURRR”. From Khartoum, Sudan, standing at a staggering 7’2, it’s the tallest man to ever kick your ass, BALL BALL! As he approaches the apron he uses his lanky legs to easily step right up onto it, and in one stride, he steps over the top rope into the ring. As he reaches the center of the ring he stands ready in jump ball position~

Belvedere: From Khartoum, Sudan...standing 7’2 and weighing in at 208lbs...he is Ball Ball!!!

~The New School fans sway and jam to WILD THING. The Old School fans boo and manipulate the lyrics into “MILD THING” The New School sings louder, the insult having zero impact because, well, it’s pretty fuckin lame. Up your game, Old School!~

Belvedere: Introducing next…

~The American Flag waves proudly, united, strong, just like the nation of which he represents. Garry Ray-Ray Nelson emerges from the back, his majestic mustache on point, a few smears of motor oil on his face from having worked on the tractor just this morning. There are no days off for the farmer, after all~

~He strides down to the ringside area, slapping hands with all the children, giving salutes to the ones that have their Garry branded American Flag do rags. Ever the patriot, he ensures that his American track suit to touch anything, even the ropes, as he makes it into the ring. He raises his hands, large and caked with dirt from working the fields, to the sky, and the corners explode in a fireworks display of red, white, and blue~

Belvedere: From Nelson County, Kentucky...standing 6’9 and weighing in at 235lbs...Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson!!!!

~The pryos shake Ball Ball! He snaps out of his ‘jump ball’ stance and looks around, nervously. Garry tries to calm the only wrestler in OCW he has to look up to (literally..but also figuratively? Who doesn’t admire Ball Ball?) The Old School fans fold their arms, wanting to boo Ray-Ray but he’s so patriotic and has some serious old school vibes to him. The New School fans, for the first time in their young lives, unite under the patriotic colors. New School and OCW transcends social issues~

Belvedere: And, introducing next…

~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~

Belvedere: From Rome, Italy...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs...Claudius Augustus!!!

~Augustus looks over at Ray-Ray who has his arm around Ball Ball, trying to calm the big(ger) man down. Claudius kinda sneers. These two don’t resemble anything he’d consider worthy of being his partner. But, they’d probably make good servants...good PIGS for Claudius. However, for tonight, he must make do~

Belvedere: And, the fourth and final member of team New School…

~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 jacket and stands back in his corner, in between Ray-Ray/Ball Ball and Claudius. All four men look at one another, team New School has arrived~

Jones: That’s quite the collection of characters.

Hood: No shit. When the Roman Emperor is the most normal of the group, you know you’ve got issues.

Jones: Easton’s pretty normal.

Hood: If you say so.

~New School fans cheer and chant ‘NEW! NEW!’ at the eclectic gathering of personalities. The Old School fans grumble. Arms folded. They’re about to tell all these New School fans to get the fuck off their lawn when WHERE THE HOOD AT by DMX tickles their ears with some much needed OLD SCHOOL energy!!! Bob Grenier bursts through the curtain with a fat joint hanging from his mouth~

Belvedere: And, introducing team Old School! First, from Timmins, Ontario, Canada...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs...he is a former OCW Champion...he is in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is...Bob Grenier!!!

~Grenier marches down the ramp, keeping a hardened gaze on the four weirdos inside the ring. He pauses just short of the steps. Easton motioning for him to enter. But, Bob’s a veteran. He’s not gonna rush into CERTAIN DEATH (NOT LITERALLY). He also knows you never trust a Canadian. So, he remains outside, puffing on his homemade kush while awaiting his partners. The Old School fans go wild...the New School fans look on with disdain at the dirty man with an even filthier mouth~

Jones: And here comes Old School! Led by the only man in this match to ever hold the OCW Title.

Hood: If composure becomes a major factor in this match...Old School is gonna have the advantage. These dudes have been through this so many times, they know exactly what they’re walking into.

Jones: No doubt about that.

Belvedere: Introducing next…

~The opening bars of 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy play over the PA system and fans in attendance begin to stand with a subtle 'DT' chant. After a few moments the curtain jerks and through it steps everyone's favourite Hollywood A-Listers arm in arm. Dylan and Lissandra share a kiss at the top of the ramp before nodding and waving to the chanting crowd, grins never leaving their faces~

~They then make their way down the ramp high-fiving lucky nearby fans. A few Dylan Section members near the front row even get a few photos. The couple reach ringside. Lissandra looks up at Bob as he continues staring into the ring, puffing away. She creates some distance. Dylan stands in between, patting Bob on the back. Bob looks over at Dylan and nods, exhaling a good bit of smoke in Dylan’s face. Dylan casually waves his hand around, diluding the potent fumes. He doesn’t take offense. It’s just Bob being Bob~

Belvedere: From Hollywood, California...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 225lbs...he is a former Craze and Savage Champion. He is Perfection Personified...he is...Dylan Thomas!!!

Jones: These old school members have their names written all over the OCW archives. Tremendous achievements piled up into one team.

Hood: Yea, I mean you don’t reach ‘old school’ status by sucking ass.

Jones: Unless you’re Scoot Time.

Hood: Or, potentially, RAGING SKULL

Belvedere: Introducing next…

~“Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy begins to play! The Old School Fans go wild, looking over at the New School fans as if to say, “Oh you guys are FUCKED now!” The menacing, monstrous BRIM steps out from behind the curtain, storming his way down the ramp, toward the ring~

Belvedere: From Balitmore, Maryland...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 385lbs...he is a 3x Savage Champion...he is BRIM!!!!

~BRIM barrels his way through Bob and Dylan. Bob barely moves, remaining stoic and smokey. Dylan stumbles to his left a bit, nudging into Lissandra. Again, neither man gets offended…they know BRIM. This man gets into a zone whenever a fight is about to go down. He doesn’t mean anything by it. BRIM stares up into the ring, snarling...envisioning beating the fuck out of all four of the weird people comprising ‘new school’~

Belvedere: And, the fourth and final member of Team Old School!

~Every Breath you take by the Police hits and the founding member of PTSD steps out from behind the curtain. Unlike the other 7 participants, TLS is carrying an OCW strap. One half of the tag team champions. He slowly makes his way down the ramp. The Old School fans all pull out MASKS and put them on, supporting TLS. The New School fans shake their heads, saying masks are for people trying to HIDE. Old School is like, “Well, yea.” New School realizes their latest insult was about as bad as MILD THING. The fans are about as equal as the wrestlers. TLS puts his arms around Dylan and Bob with BRIM standing in front~

Belvedere: From Parts Unknown...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs...he is a former Ascension Champion and a current Tag Team Champion...he is...The Lost Stranger!!!

~Belvedere promptly exits the ring. He knows shit is about to go down. Scruff is prepared...he looks slowly at the timekeeper. TLS steps forward with Dylan and Bob...they bring BRIM into their bro-line. TLS pats him on the back while Bob grips the big man’s shoulder. Lissandra stands back. Scruff nods at the timekeeper. The bell sounds and the arena explodes! The Old School team rushes the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. The New School members move forward...Easton and Claudius first with Ray-Ray instructing Ball Ball on what to do~

Jones: And here we go!! War is breaking out!

Hood: OCW resembling the nightly news. War between the old and new schools is breaking out right here on Massacre!

~The New School stomps on the Old School members. But, the Old School members fight through, reaching their feet. The New School maintains the advantage, hitting the Old School members with heavy right and left hands. The Old School members stumble back~

Jones: The New School members taking advtange due to the HIGH GROUND

Hood: Oh shut the fuck up about high ground.

~The tide begins to turn. Bob exhales a huge cloud of smoke into Easton’s face!! Easton stumbles backward and Bob clotheslines him over the top rope and to the outside! BRIM rakes Claudius across the face before grabbing the Emperor and hurling him over the top rope to the outside. Dylan delivers a thrust punch to Ray-Ray’s throat, temporarily stalling the giant, meat fisted farmer, causing him to stumble. Dylan clotheslines Ray-Ray over the top rope, to the floor. And, finally, TLS kicks Ball Ball right in the nutsack, doubling the slenderman over before slinging him over the top rope and to the outside! The Old School fans go wild!! The members of team Old School take a turnbuckle, climbing up and raising their arms high in the air. “OLD! OLD! OLD!” chants fill the arena as the New School members are scattered at ringside, licking their wounds. The New School fans pull out their phones and take to social media to complain about what they are seeing~

Jones: And Old School doing what Old School does best...whatever it takes to gain an advantage!

Hood: Eye rakes, nut shots, marijuana smoke to the face...CLASSIC OCW, BABY!

~The four members of Old School hop off their corners and bump fists in the center of the ring. A nice moment for the veterans. Dylan points as he sees Easton slide back into the ring. Scruff gets in between the four Old School members and Easton. He threatens a DQ if Old School doesn’t get into line. The Old School members all laugh, heartily, at Scruff’s threat. They know he isn’t gonna DQ shit. But, they aren’t animals. They’ve proven their point. BRIM and TLS take the apron. Dylan and Bob have a discussion. As they do, Claudius finds the apron in his team’s corner, followed by Ray-Ray. Finally, Ball Ball is on the apron, holding his nuts. Bob looks at Dylan and says, “Give me that choad. Give me that fuckin Canadian.” Dylan nods and slaps Bob on the chest, exiting the ring. The fans unite in a collective cheer as Bob finishes his joint and flicks it into the crowd...he and Easton begin circling one another. This match is finally, finally underway~

Jones: Bob wanted his fellow Canadian and, he got him.

Hood: Like staring in the mirror...minus the drug use and ankle monitors.

Jones: Bob’s ankle monitor is off for this one, by the way. Just in case you people were wondeirng how that works.

Hood: Damn. I’d love to see a pinfall via spinning ankle monitor kick!

~Easton and Bob lock up! Huge ovation! Easton looks for an advantage, twisting, pulling, and pushing...trying to get a leg up on Bob. Bob fights off the attempts, having endured probably a million lock ups. He lifts a swift knee into Easton’s lower abdomen. Could’ve been a low blow but we can’t tell and neither can Scruff. Bob hits Easton across the back with a forearm. He lifts a knee straightening Easton up. He whips Easton off the ropes...Easton charges across the ring, he bounces off the opposite ropes and ducks a lariat from Bob. Easton spins around and hooks Bob’s waist from behind...but Bob throws a swift elbow into Easton’s head, knocking him into the ropes. Bob looks at Scruff and asks him a question...Scruff leans in...as he does, Bob throws a mule kick back into Easton’s crotch! The new fans boooo!! The old fans go wild! Easton falls to both knees. Bob pushes Scruff away and turns around, looking down at the young Canadian~

Jones: More of the OCW old school tricks.

Hood: Teach em how it’s done, Bob! Show those Choads who’s boss!

Jones: Bob was a newcomer once. He might want to remember that.

Hood: Yea and he got smacked in the face by Syren’s dick. We all gotta learn the hardway, Jones.

~Bob slaps the shit out of Easton, knocking him from his knees to the mat. More booing from the new fans. Bob drags Easton into the Old School’s corner and he tags BRIM into the match. BRIM steps into the ring, “Give me that mother fucker!” he yells, seeking revenge for the loss he suffered against Easton not too long ago. BRIM grabs Easton by the neck, pulling him to his feet. He promptly hooks Easton around the waist and falls back, throwing Easton into the air with a Release German Suplex!! Easton hits the center of the ring HARD, rolling backwards, over his head and coming to rest front first on the mat. BRIM is back to his feet, quickly. He stands over Easton and then stands ON Easton, both feet. Allowing all four hundred pounds of his mass to press down on Easton’s back, compressing his chest and lungs against the mat. The new fans boo and yell! The New School team looks on from their corner, itching to get in and do something. The old school team high fives and laughs~

Jones: The torture of young Easton continues. Easton, in my eyes, is the heart and soul of the OCW youth movement.

Hood: Yea, well that heart is about to get stopped and that soul crushed.

Jones: Let’s hope not! Without new blood a fed grows stale.

~Ball Ball stands up on the middle rope and he bends over. He extends his freakishly long arms into the ring and manages to grab BRIM by the hair. The new school teammakes look on like “Is this dude Mr. Fantastic? WTF” BRIM is forced to stand and head toward Ball Ball to break free. He pulls his head back and he shoves Ball Ball! Ball Ball flies off the apron and lands, HARD into the barricade near the ring. Before BRIM can turn back around, Easton flies into view with a Shining Wizard into BRIM’s kidney!!! BRIM stumbles forward, into the ropes. Easton then reaches out and tags Claudius into the match! The new school fans go wild~

Jones: Easton manages to escape! He’s got BRIM injured and Claudius is entering!

Hood: Hey! Those choads are cheating!

Jones: Turnabout is fairplay, Hood.

~The Old School Team throws their arms in the air at Ball Ball’s interference, yelling, “C’mon, Scruff! Slender Man is cheating!” But Scruff pays them no mind. Claudius gives BRIM a double axe handle from behind. BRIM leans over the top rope. Augustus spins him around and chops him across the chest. This seems to only anger the big man as BRIM reaches out, grabbing Cladius by the throat and backing him up. But, The Emperor responds by kicking BRIM in the gut. BRIM’s grip remains. Augustus kicks him again and again and again until BRIM finally doubles over, his lower abdomen ravaged with trauma. Claudius brings him in tight...the fans, new and old arise with wonder. Can he do it? Cladius grabs BRIM and yells out as he lifts him up...The Emperor’s screams fill the arena as he’s able to get BRIM off the mat before jumping and dropping him with a Jumping Piledriver (The Gladius)!!!! BRIM falls over, unscious. Claudius reaches for his back wincing in pain. He crawls over and covers BRIM. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: BRIM has been eliminated!

Jones: And the New School strikes first! Claudius Augustus just eliminated BRIM!

Hood: Well, fuck. There goes the biggest, baddest dude in this match.

Jones: BRIM’s struggles continue. He just hasn’t been right since losing to Plethora at Big Game Hunting.

~BRIM rolls out of the ring, exiting the match. Claudius tries to get up to celebrate but he falls to one knee, reaching for his back. Easton slaps his hands together, “Claudius!” he yells, urging him to make the tag. TLS steps into the ring for The Old School. Augustus reaches his feet and he staggers into his corner, tagging Easton back into the match! The new fans go wild! Easton rushes at TLS, eager to throw down. The two men begin to brawl, center of the ring, much to the crowd’s delight~

Jones: It looks like Claudius might have thrown out his back lifting BRIM up. That’s not good.

Hood: Well, no shit. But, if it costs him, at least he made a sacrfice for the greater good.

Jones: That’s one way to look at it.

~While they are brawling, Ball Ball steps up onto the apron. He then steps over the top rope into the ring. He goes after TLS. The New School team looks on like ‘wtf is he doing?’ and the old school members outstretch their arms, once again asking for a DQ. Ball Ball’s help allows Easton to gain an advantage on TLS. Scruff tries to get Ball Ball out of the ring. Ball Ball doesn’t understand why Scruff is pulling him from the fight. TLS is reeling backwards...Easton runs forward and hits him with a clothesline, sending TLS over the top rope and onto the apron. Easton then turns around and helps with Ball Ball~

Jones: I think Ball Ball was so caught up in the action he just, well, he just entered the ring and started fighting.

Hood: Who is hiring these people? Fuck’s sake.

Jones: An honest mistake, I’m sure.

~Easton is able to get Ball Ball back into New School’s corner. Ball Ball steps through the ropes and on the apron, apparently understanding what Easton is telling him. Easton turns around to return to the mat but gets SPEARED by TLS! Easton hits the mat hard. TLS remains on his knees, punching Easton in the head. Ball Ball tries to enter the ring, but Ray-Ray reaches over, stopping him. Claudius leans over the top rope, holding his back, still in pain. TLS pulls Easton off the mat and whips him into Old School’s corner. He hits hard. Bob and Dylan take the opportunity to punch Easton in the head while he’s trapped in the corner. Scruff rushes over to stop them with the new school team and fans yelling at him. TLS makes his way over, reaching out and tagging Bob into the match~

Jones: Old School just taking liberties.

Hood: Oh, as if Ball Ball hasn’t already impacted this match by his inability to follow the rules?

Jones: I’m not sure he fully understands the rules, Hood. We know Dylan and Bob do.

Hood: Like that’s some kinda fuckin excuse. If he doesn’t understand the concept of a TAG MATCH then send his ass to Outsiders.

~Bob steps in delivering a huge forearm uppercut that sends Easton reeling back into the corner, spit flying through the air. TLS and Dylan reach in, choking Easton. Scruff yells, “HEY! HEY!” Bob laughs. He takes a few steps back, the fans booing. He extends his arms, soaking in the boos from the new fans while the old fans all light up, illegally, within the Kansas City confines. A shadow consumes Bob’s body. He looks around, confused...he turns and he gets BLASTED via the Grizzly Wintergreen Straight Cut!!! Bob falls to the mat, holding his chest. Ray-Ray gets a huge pop from the new fans while the old fans cough up a lung, swallowing a mouthful of smoke upon seeing the unexpected attack. Ray-Ray exits the ring. Scruff is told to turn around by TLS and Dylan...he does and he raises an eyebrow...but sees nothing, other than Bob on the mat. Easton pulls away from the dangerous corner and he stumbles his way towards his friendly corner. Bob grabs him by the foot, trying to stop Easton’s progress but Easton turns around and kicks Bob in the head with his free foot, sending the Hall of Famer back to the mat. Easton then reaches out and tags BALL BALL into the match! HUGE ovation from the NEW fans~

Jones: And, finally, Ball Ball can LEGALLY compete.

Hood: Ball Ball has been Freed Freed.

~Ball Ball leaps over the top rope, into the ring. Grenier struggles to his feet. Ball Ball approaches Bob, dribbling and invisible ball between his super long and skinny legs. Bob looks down, confused. Ball Ball takes the invisible ball, jumps up and comes down with a tomahawk dunk on top of Bob’s head!! The new fans go wild!!! Bob stumbles back into the ropes, shaking his head. Ball Ball heads forward and he whips Bob off the ropes...Bob charges across the ring, he bounces off the opposite ropes and Ball Ball sends him to the mat with a Chest Pass! Bob’s body whiplashes, violently into the mat! The new fans chant, “BALL! BALL! BALL! BALL!” The old fans throw their arms in the air as if to say, “This is ridiculous!” Ball Ball takes a few steps back, eyeing Bob~

Jones: Uh oh, Ball Ball is going to try something here. Something we’ve never seen before.

Hood: Everything this guy does is something we’ve never seen before.

Jones: Will he be able to pull it off? Will the judges give him a 10 out of 10?

Hood: Shut the fuck up. This isn’t a dunk contest.

~Ball Ball shoots forward and he leaps in the air with his imaginary ball...he goes for a reverse windmill between the legs! He’s about to pull it off when Bob pops to his feet, catches Ball Ball and SLAMS him into the mat with a Spinebuster!!! The new fans BOOO! The new fans laugh and point at Ball Ball. Bob pops to one knee, staring down at Ball Ball~

Jones: Aww!

Hood: And, a zero from the judges.

Jones: So close to pulling that one off, Hood.

~Dylan extends his hand, “Tag me in, Bob!” Bob rises and looks down at his chest...he sees the giant hand of Ray-Ray...red and swelling. He spits on the mat and turns, heading in Ray-Ray’s direction. Ray-Ray leans forward like, “What are you gonna do?” Bob punches him in the face! Bob then punches Claudius. He then punches Easton! Bob’s picked a fist fight with the entire new school team! They start to punch back! The crowd is going wild! The six fists overpower the two of Grenier. Bob stumbles back...right into Ball Ball who rolls him up!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Bob Grenier has been eliminated!

Jones: Old School has lost another member! Half their team is gone!

Hood: SHIT

Jones: We might be looking at a clean sweep, Hood!

Hood: Fuckin Bob. Had a little too much of the marijamamma and thought he could take on the entire world.

~Bob rolls out of the ring and leans agains the guardrail. He looks up at Dylan and TLS, shaking his head. They let him know it’s alright. Grenier reaches into his trunks and he pulls out another fat joint of that Grenier Kush. He puts it between his lips and marches his way up the ramp, eager to smoke out and enjoy the rest of his Monday evening. Back inside the ring, Ball Ball fires up to his feet, excited. He turns around to his partners and flexes, saying, “Ball Ball is STRONG!” They point and yell, “TURN AROUND, BALL BALL!” Ball Ball turns around and gets hit with a Missile Drop Kick from Dylan Thomas!!! Ball Ball falls to the mat, holding his face in pain! Dylan dives on top of him for the pin. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Whoa! Close one there!

Hood: So many distractions in this one. If these fuckers could stay focused.

Jones: Oddly enough, the distractions have cost the veterans more than the rookies.

Hood: I blame CTE.

~Dylan fires back to his feet, leaving Ball Ball and Scruff. He rushes into the opposing corner and he nails Easton and Ray-Ray with right hands, sending them flying off the apron and to the floor. He turns to hit Claudius, but the Emperor is ready, snatching him by the head and dropping off the apron to the floor, raking his throat across the top rope! Dylan falls back onto the mat, coughing. Claudius leans against the apron, reaching for his back as he slowly returns to the his previous position. Ball Ball rolls over and crawls towards his team’s corner~

Jones: Claudius slows Dylan down...but his back is still bothering him.

Hood: Yea, once you tweak something back there...it doesn’t just go away.

Jones: Meanwhile, it looks like Ball Ball wants to tag out. Claudius is his only option.

~Ball Ball extends his long hand. Claudius looks around, he’s the only guy available...so, being a team player, he responds by slapping Ball Ball’s hand and entering into the match. Dylan gets to one knee...Claudius grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Dylan throws a punch...Augustus blocks it and punches Dylan in the head. He hits Dylan again. He grabs Dylan by the arm and pulls him into a short arm clothesline!! Thomas falls to the mat. Claudius stomps on Dylan a few times, keeping him down. He pulls Thomas back to his feet, whips him into the ropes and slaps on a sleeper! He’s got it locked in tight, trying to squeeze the air out of Dylan’s lungs~

Jones: Claudius Augustus keeping things grounded. With that tweaked back, he doesn’t want to carry too much pressure.

Hood: Sleeper is in tight. If Dylan passes out, TLS is going to have to take on all four of these dudes by himself.

Jones: Yep, Old School is teetering on the brink of calamity.

~Thomas drops to one knee, the weight of Claudius combined with the strength in his arms bringing him down. The Old School fans chant “CLASSIC OCW, BABY!” A chant that’s been tossed around for years. Dylan fires up, hearing the famous slogan...he gets to his feet and he stumbles backward, slamming Claudius into a neutral corner!! The Emperor’s back is drilled into the turnbuckles. He gasps for air, doubling over. Dylan stumbles forward, rubbing his throat. He turns, seeing Claudius bent over in pain. Dylan runs forward and CRACK! He delivers a vicious knee lift into Augustus’ face!! He steps back as Claudius staggers forward...Dylan picks him up and drops him across his knee with a Backbreaker!!! Claudius yells out in pain. Dylan makes the cover~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!!

Jones: So close! Dylan is trying to get these numbers down a bit.

Hood: If Claudius didn’t have to carry an entire movement on his shoulders then his back wouldn’t be so weak!

Jones: It’s a definite focal point for Dylan right now. He’s got his sights set.

~Dylan kicks Claudius onto his front side and he gets into position for a Camel Clutch. But, Claudius crawls backwards, between Dylan’s legs. He gets to his feet, reaching for his back. Dylan spins around. Claudius throws a kick...it only gets as high as Dylan’s midsection...Dylan catches it...spins Claudius around and drops him with a Sidewalk Slam! Bam! His back hits the mat again! He arches his back, wincing in pain. Outside the ring, we see TLS hopping off the apron, slapping it, cheering Dylan on. He looks, noticing Ray-Ray and Easton recovering. TLS rounds the corner and he charges full speed, taking both me down with a double clothesline! They hit hard, outside. Ball Ball doesn’t pay attention...he reaches in, trying to urge Claudius on, knowing his partner needs help~

Jones: TLS keeps Ray-Ray and Easton down, keeping these odds somewhat even, for now.

Hood: Where is PIG when you need him?

Jones: Probably back in the garden enjoying some Red Velvet Cake.

~Back on his feet, Thomas pulls Claudius up, looking to continue his assault. But, The Emperor reaches up and he rakes Dylan across the eyes!! Thomas stumbles back! Claudius turns and sees Ball Ball’s long arm! He crawls that way, looking to tag the freakishly tall competitor back into the match. Augustus dives to make the tag but Ball Ball is gone! TLS yanks him off the apron and slams him, face first into the edge of the ring!! Claudius glares at TLS. He pulls himself up using the ropes...but, from behind, Dylan grabs Claudius and he hits him with Perfect Finisher!! Only instead of a Gutbuster, he hits a Backstabber!!! Claudius falls to the mat, his body seized up. His back sending all kinds of mixed signals throughout his joints and nerves. Dylan makes the cover. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Claudius Augustus has been eliminated!!

Jones: And our first New School elimination.

Hood: Old School finally fought back a little. Nice to see those old fuckers aren’t completely braindead.

Jones: Another rough night for The Emperor and his Roman Empire.

Hood: Rome wasn’t built in a day, right? He’ll get there.

~The Emperor rolls out of the ring, holding his back. He exits the ringside area. Dylan pops back to his feet, rubbing his eyes. He awaits who will enter next. TLS looks around at the three new school members. He begins to stomp on Ray-Ray. He then grabs Ray-Ray and slings him into the ring. The New School fans BOOOO! The Old School fans cheer, “FUCK HIM UP, DYLAN! FUCK HIM UP!” Dylan picks up where TLS left off, stomping Ray-Ray into the mat~

Jones: The numbers are now three versus two. The New School maintains an advantage...but it’s looking like that advantage might get stomped out very quickly.

Hood: TLS isn’t a big fan of Ray-Ray. No shock he sent him into the ring.

Jones: Yea, well, Ray-Ray and JPD are the genesis behind his new career as a babysitter.

Hood: Who the fuck sends their kid to a babysitter that wears a mask 24/7? And people wonder why our country is fucked.

~Dylan grabs Ray-Ray by the hair with both hands and pulls him off the mat. He quickly whips him into his team’s corner. Nobody is there. TLS hasn’t made it back. Dylan charges in and drives a shoulder into Ray-Ray’s midsection. He then stands up, hooks Ray-Ray by the head and snaps him out of the corner with a short suplex back into the center of the ring. Dylan sits up. He watches TLS head up the steps, returning to their corner. TLS extends his hand...he wants to beat Ray-Ray up. Dylan tags his partner back into the match~

Jones: And now here comes TLS. If he were to eliminated Ray-Ray that’d be a big win for PTSD and a bitter pill for JPD and Ray-Ray.

Hood: Gotta put your money where your mouth is, eventually. So far, JPD has done just that. Ray-Ray has struggled a bit. But I have a feeling he’s getting OCW figured out.

Jones: Well he’s made it this far in this highly competitive match. Let’s see how much further he can go.

~Ray-Ray sits up. TLS kicks him right in the back. He drops down, jamming his knee into Ray-Ray’s back while locking his hands under Ray-Ray’s chin and pulling back on his neck. Ray-Ray winces with discomfort...but the country strong Indiana Basketball lookalike from Kentucky rises to his feet...the new school fans clapping and stomping. Ray-Ray hits TLS in the gut with an elbow. He hits him with another! And another! TLS staggers back. Ray-Ray rears back and SLAP! He slaps TLS in the face!!! TLS stumbles around, dropping to both knees. Ray-Ray then runs forward and he boots TLS in the side of the head, sending him crashing to the mat! TLS is down~

Jones: A vicious assault by Ray-Ray! When he gets those hands on you, watch out!

Hood: Careful. You’re gonna get Ray-Ray cancelled!

Jones: You know what I mean!

~Ray-Ray takes a few steps back, measuring TLS up. TLS’ head is swimming. He gets to all fours. He gets to one knee. He’s about to rise to his feet when BALL BALL leaps over the top rope and dives on top of TLS, mauling him with punches!! The fans cheer! The new age fans, anyway! Ball Ball is unleashed, emptying his rage and exploding all over TLS (PHRASING). Scruff looks on like, “What the hell am I supposed to do?” Easton looks over from the apron and yells out, “No, Ball Ball! Stop!” Garry just kinda watches. Dylan screams at Scruff, “DQ! DQ!” Scruff sighs and he signals for the bell! It rings~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, Ball Ball has been Disqualified!

~BOOOOO go the New School fans! Dylan Thomas yells out, “FINALLY!” Scruff drops down, trying to get Ball Ball off of TLS. Some OCW officials rush to ringside to help...they finally pry Ball Ball off of TLS. It takes several men, but they manage to drag Ball Ball from ringside, backstage. Easton looks on, hands on his hips, shaking his head. TLS rolls out of the ring, to the floor. Dylan hops off the apron to help him up. Garry returns to his team’s corner...he and Easton both express their disappointment over Ball Ball’s situation~

Jones: Ball Ball was angry that TLS yanked him off the apron and, well, he jumped into the ring to fight him.

Hood: Which is fuckin illegal. Finally, Scruff does SOMETHING.

Jones: Seems kinda unfair given the free reign of interference that’s been allowed since the start.

Hood: Hey, you gotta draw the line somewhere. And that line is apparently at the giant, clown shoe covered feet of Ball Ball.

~TLS signals he needs a minute to recover. So, Dylan slides back into the ring. Ray-Ray and Easton try to explain that TLS should be the legal man, but Scruff just no-sells the argument. Classic OCW, baby! Dylan urges Ray-Ray to fight him. There’s no backdown in Nelson. He heads forward and locks up with Dylan. Immediately Dylan is forced to one knee, succumbing to Ray-Ray’s strength. Ray-Ray quickly transitions from a lock up to a nerve hold, both hands gripping Dylan’s traps. Thomas grimaces, wincing in pain. Lissandra (yes she’s been out there this WHOLE time) slaps the apron, cheering him on. TLS returns to his feet and he yells from outside, “Give him a low blow!!” Lissandra eyes TLS and then looks back at Dylan...will he do it?~

Jones: TLS advocating a low blow to Dylan Thomas.

Hood: Man, first they try to turn Mike to the dark side and now Dylan? He’s not even in their stable!

Jones: I think TLS just wants to win this match.

~Dylan shakes his head ‘no’...he’s not gonna take the shortcut. He reaches up and grabs Ray-Ray by the back of the head and sits up! Jawbreaker!!! Ray-Ray stumbles into his corner, stunned. Easton tags in. Dylan gets to his feet only to be immediately smacked in the head with a roundhouse kick!!! He falls to one knee, barely up. Easton hits the ropes, shoots off and knees Dylan in the face, taking him down!! Easton goes for a pin, but Scruff indicates that Dylan’s leg is under the ropes, so Easton drags Dylan away from the ropes. He then heads for the ropes, stepping through them and onto the apron. He faces Dylan. TLS reaches over, trying to grab him...but Easton hits TLS with a superkick!!! TLS’ body slams into the steel ring post before falling flat on the floor outside. Easton then hops up, springboards off the top rope and nails Dylan with a springboard frog splash!!! The new fans go wild!! The old fans chew their nails. Easton hooks the leg! Scruff slides in with a count~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!

Jones: Dylan survives! A springboard frog splash...you don’t see that everyday.

Hood: That’s because frogs are gross and should be wiped off the face of the planet.

Jones: What’s with the random hating on frogs?

Hood: I’d rather not go into it.

~Dylan rolls over, trying to get to his feet but Easton is quick to latch on with a side headlock, knowing he can’t let, arguably the most polished wrestler in OCW back to his feet. Dylan is on both knees with Easton elevated on one knee. Easton wrenches Dylan’s neck, adding pressure. Dylan throws a few punches into Easton’s body, trying to weaken his grip. But, Easton wrenches the hold once more. The new fans cheer Easton on while the old fans urge Dylan to fight back...the second time in the match Dylan has found himself stuck in a hold. Dylan starts to fire up...he gets to his feet and he hoists Easton up, high into the air, dropping him to the mat with a Side Suplex!!! Easton hits hard!! He’s down! Dylan is down, holding his neck~

Jones: So much core strength within Dylan Thomas. He’s probably the most underrated wrestler in OCW history.

Hood: Yea, I mean if you watched the promos this week...you didn’t hear a lot about Dylan Thomas. Yet, here he is, in the final four of this contest.

Jones: Once again, showing all the wrestlers in the back and the viewers at home why he calls himself ‘Perfection Personified’

~Both wrestlers remain on the mat for a second. TLS rises on the outside, looking in from over the apron. Ray-Ray turns, setting his sights on the masked competitor. TLS sees he’s caught Ray-Ray’s eye...so he stands upright and takes a step back from the ring before returing to his spot in the corner. Dylan manages to get to his feet first. Easton is on one knee...Dylan slugs him across the face. He pulls Easton up and he jumps up, looking to hit Easton with The Perfect Finisher (double knee gutbuster)! But Easton doesn’t go down! He holds onto Dylan...he turns around, flips Dylan over and drops him on the mat with a Perfect Plex!!! He’s got the leg hooked! Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

..

KICK OUT!

Jones: Dylan kicked out! My gosh, talking about core strength, how about Easton!

Hood: No shit, he turned Dylan’s finishing move into a fuckin PerZag Plex or whatever The Worthiest of Them All called it. Fuckin beast.

Jones: But it wasn’t enough to keep Dylan down.

~Easton scrambes to his feet...as does Dylan. Easton boots Dylan in the gut and brings him in close. Easton’s in a hurry, he double underhooks both arms and lifts Dylan up...but Scruff runs in, waving his arms. Easton looks at Scruff and it hits him...Dragon Driver 98...he can’t use it. It’s banned! He puts Dylan back on the mat and keeps the arms hooked. He transitions, looking to hit his other finisher, Cursed Night...but Dylan breaks free! He stands upright, picks Easton up and drops him with an Inverted Atomic Drop!! Easton is staggered...Dylan then leaps up and hits him with Perfect Finisher!!!! Easton is down! Dylan makes the cover! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Easton Alexander has been eliminated!!

Jones: And there goes Easton! The New School had a 4-2 advantage and, suddenly, they are down 2-1...one member remaining.

Hood: Mother fuckin Ray-Ray is gonna have to carry the banner for the New School.

Jones: Dylan Thomas and TLS have survived, giving Old School a shot to pull it off. But, to do so, they’ll have to defeat a man who stands 6’9, works on a farm, and looks like Larry Bird.

Hood: It’s gonna be tough.

~Easton rolls out of the ring and leaves the ringside area. We’re down to three. Lissandra slaps the mat, cheering Dylan on, leaning in close, anxious. Dylan returns to his feet. He looks across the ring as the six foot nine menace stepping over the top rope and into the ring. TLS pats Dylan on the back...Dylan turns around and tags his partner in. TLS steps into the ring, heading Ray-Ray’s way-way~

Jones: And the match we all wanted to see. It’s TLS and Ray-Ray.

Hood: Will Ray-Ray break out of the playpen or will TLS keep the baby in check?

Jones: I don’t think Ray-Ray is a bay-bay, Hood.

Hood: I’m trying to apply metaphor to this thing, Jones. Let a man work, will ya?

~Ray-Ray charges at TLS. TLS moves...but he doesn’t have to move much. Ray-Ray runs past him and he smacks Dylan in the face with a big boot! Dylan flies off the apron, landing HARD into the guardrail. Lissandra screams and hurries over, checking on her husband. The old school fans yell “BITCH BOY!” Ray-Ray turns around and is met with right hands from TLS. But, Ray-Ray fires back with some slaps of his own, into the chest of TLS. His slaps overtake TLS’ punches. TLS staggers into the cetner of the ring. Ray-Ray rears back and SLAP! Right into the chest of the Tag Team Champion. TLS stumbles around...Ray-Ray reaches out and he palms the head of TLS...he squeezes, pressuring the Stranger’s skull~

Jones: Those hands of Ray-Ray should be licensed as lethal weapons.

Hood: If he crushes TLS’ skull with his bare hand does that equal an automatic win for New School?

Jones: I’d like to think so. I can’t imagine Lissandra letting Dylan back in there after seeing that happen.

Hood: Also, does that mean Zybala is no longer a champion?

Jones: That I cannot answer.

~Lissandra checks on her husband, he seems a little woozy. She thinks he might be concussed. She gets angry and heads for the ring. She hops onto the apron, pointing and yelling at Ray-Ray. Ray-Ray turns around, hearing the screams of Dylan’s wife. TLS takes advantage of the distraction and he shoves Ray-Ray off of him! Ray-Ray hits the ropes, knocking Lissandra off the apron! She crashes to the ground, next to Dylan! Dylan checks on her...he then looks up and sees Ray-Ray leaning against the ropes. Dylan slaps the mat, angrily. Back inside the ring...Ray-Ray bounces off the ropes and charges at TLS...but he ducks the clothesline and hits the ropes. Ray-Ray turns around and TLS flies at him with a crossbody...but Ray-Ray catches him. Ray-Ray’s big hands hold TLS with ease...he then falls back and throws TLS over his head with a Fallaway slam! TLS hits the mat and rolls toward the nearest corner...a neutral one. Dylan storms up the steps and returns to his team’s corner, snatching the tag rope and extending his hand for a tag. He points at Ray-Ray, threatening him. Ray-Ray looks at Dylan, not sure why he’s so upset~

Jones: Dylan thinks Ray-Ray shoved Lissandra off the apron and into the barricade.

Hood: Yea he does. But TLS is the guy who pushed Ray-Ray into her. We got some miscommunication going on down there.

Jones: This might benefit Old School. Dylan is angry. Angrier than I’ve ever seen him.

Hood: True, but not too angry to break the rules.

~Ray-Ray heads for TLS. He grabs his head with both hands...but TLS reaches up and punches Ray-Ray in the groin! The new fans boo! The Old Fans go wild! Ray-Ray doubles over...TLS crawls between his legs and heads for Dylan...he dives forward and tags Thomas into the ring! The old school fans go wild! Ray-Ray turns around, his face twisted in pain. Dylan fires forward, punching Ray-Ray in the head! He’s on fire! Punch! Punch! Punch!!! Ray-Ray reels against the ropes...Dylan whips him off the ropes across the ring, Ray-Ray bounces off and Dylan jumps up with a V-Trigger Knee Lift into Ray-Ray’s head!! Ray-Ray staggers into a corner. Dylan comes flying in with a HUGE SPLASH!!! He backs up...Ray-Ray stumbles forward, right into a T-Bone Suplex!! Dylan tosses him over! Ray-Ray lands hard on the mat. Dylan doesn’t go for the pin, instead he crawls over and punches Ray-Ray in the face with vicious right hands~

Jones: Dylan is destryoing Garry Nelson!

Hood: Yea, but he’s kinda wild. Disorganized. He’s usually a man with a method. He’s all madness right now.

Jones: Good point.

~Scruff looks on at the violence taking place and feels an urge to get involved. He drops down and gets in Dylan’s way, trying to get him to calm down. Dylan gets to his feet, arguing with Scruff. Ray-Ray crawls for the ropes...he uses the ropes to get to his feet and he turns around. Dylan shoves Scruff out of the way. Ray-Ray reaches back, looking to hit Dylan but Dylan kicks Ray-Ray in the gut! He then slaps Ray-Ray across the face! Dylan charges forward, grabbing Ray-Ray by the throat, shoving him into a corner. Scruff comes in, ordering that Dylan let Ray-Ray go...but Dylan is incensed. He’s determined to choke Ray-Ray out. Again, Scruff gets involved, shoving Dylan off Ray-Ray. Dylan pushes Scruff away, he turns toward Ray-Ray…Ray-Ray spins around and BAM!! He hits Dylan with Blood on the Plow (Roaring Elbow)!!!! Dylan falls to the mat! Ray-Ray jumps on top for the pin...Scruff slides in for the pin~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Dylan Thomas has been eliminated!!!

Jones: Dylan’s rage. His anger over what happened to Lissandra blinded him and it cost him!

Hood: I just wanna point out that Scruff has been biased as fuck against the old guys tonight. WEAK ASS BOOKING

Jones: I think he’s been equally inept, Hood.

~Dylan’s knocked silly. He rolls out of the ring, unaware of what just went down. Lissandra is on her feet, she corrals Dylan and helps him to the back...as she does, she looks over at TLS. It’s clear she knows he’s the culprit behind the impact that sent Dylan into a rage. Ray-Ray returns to his feet. TLS enters the ring...and it becomes clear. We’re down to these two. One pinfall away from having a winner~

Jones: And, wouldn’t you know, it all comes down to TLS and Ray-Ray.

Hood: TLS repping the Old School! Yea!

Jones: And Ray-Ray representing the New School. Let’s find out who prevails!

~Ray-Ray and TLS don’t waste any time. It’s a full on brawl! The old and new school fans join each other in cheering! Fists and thrown, sweat flies, brain cells are lost. TLS feels his position weakening so he goes lower, pummeling Ray-Ray in the midsection with lefts and rights. Ray-Ray stumbles back. TLS kicks him in the gut and hooks him by the head...but Ray-Ray shoves TLS back. TLS moves forward but Ray-Ray SLAPS TLS in the head!! TLS falls to one knee. Ray-Ray steps forward and he wraps his hands around TLS’ throat...he deadlifts TLS off the mat, hoists him in the air by the throat and he SLAMS him into the mat. TLS hits hard, writhing around on the mat with Ray-Ray standing tall~

Jones: Feels like we’re in overtime and Ray-Ray has won the toss. He’s got the early advantage.

Hood: He knows the old school’s kryptonite. Throw them down on their back, and/or hip. An old person’s clear weak spot.

~Ray-Ray bends over and wraps his hand around the throat of TLS. He pulls TLS to his feet and slings him a corner. TLS hits hard. Ray-Ray charges in and slams his body into the corner with a splash! TLS stumbles forward, Ray-Ray boots him in the gut, hooks him around the waist, picks him up and he drops TLS on his head with the John Deere Driver (Piledriver)!!!! TLS falls to the mat. He’s not moving. Ray-Ray returns to his feet, bending over to pull TLS back up~

Jones: It’s not looking good. Ray-Ray has essentially knocked TLS out.

Hood: He should go for the pin. Or do people in Kentucky not understand simple concepts like...how to do your job?

Jones: I’ve met many fine people from Kentucky.

Hood: The guys who make whiskey don’t count.

~Ray-Ray gets TLS to his feet. The Stranger is wobbly. He’s about to collapse. Ray-Ray spins around with Blood on the Plow! But TLS ducks! He drops to the mat and school boys Ray-Ray up for a pin! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

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NO!

Kick Out!!

Jones: Ray-Ray kicked out! TLS nearly stole this!

Hood: Never underestimate the Stranger. That dude has made a living off of being sneaky and stealing shit. He’s almost as good at it as Arryk Rage.

Jones: Whew, there’s a blast from the past.

~TLS is kicked off. He lands on his feet. Ray-Ray hurries to get back to his feet. He manages to get to one knee when TLS grabs him by the head and falls back, slamming Ray-Ray’s head into the mat with a DDT! TLS pushes Ray-Ray over and goes for a pin. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

NO!

~Ray-Ray kicks his foot onto the bottom rope, breaking the count. TLS pops up and he kicks Ray-Ray’s leg off the rope, right at the knee. Ray-Ray reaches for his knee, holding it in pain. He uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet...standing, he turns to face TLS but gets a chop across the chest. Ray-Ray reels back against the ropes. TLS chops him again! He then grabs Ray-Ray by the arm to whip him across the ring...but lifts a knee instead, drilling it into Ray-Ray’s guts. He then grabs Ray-Ray and looks to take him over with his deadly SMALL PACKAGE!! He takes Ray-Ray over with the pin!!! But Ray-Ray rolls through!! Ray-Ray rises to his feet with TLS in his arms...he tosses TLS onto his shoulders and he drives him head first into the mat with a Death Valley Driver!!! Both men are down! The fans clap and stomp...the old fans cheering for TLS. The new fans cheering for Ray-Ray~

Jones: And we’re at a stalemate! TLS tried to small package Ray-Ray for the win but Ray-Ray managed to turn it into a Death Valley Driver!

Hood: I think the edge has to be with Ray-Ray. For starters, he’s younger. And, well, he works on a farm. Those dudes never get tired.

Jones: True, farmers are in great shape.

Hood: Yea, real farmers. Not those fuckers that play Farmville or whatever the latest bullshit game is.

~Ray-Ray pushes himself up. He gets to all fours. Then to his knees. He looks over at TLS, who is on his knees, holding his neck. Ray-Ray fires up, standing. He heads over to TLS. TLS punches him in the gut. Ray-Ray stumbles back. TLS fires up to his feet and throws a kick at Ray-Ray’s face...but Ray-Ray catches the kick and throws TLS’ leg back. He then reaches forward and SLAPS TLS across the head!! TLS spins around, his back to Ray-Ray. Ray-Ray spins TLS around...he then spins himself around deliving Blood on the Plow!!!! But TLS ducks once again! He tries to take Ray-Ray over with a schoolboy but Ray-Ray steps forward, avoiding the pin this time. He turns around...TLS pops to his feet and he catches Ray-Ray with the Small Package~

Jones: Small Package!

Hood: Here we go!

~TLS takes him over...but once again Ray-Ray rolls through! Ray-Ray gets to his feet with TLS in his arms. He tosses TLS onto his shoulders for another Death Valley Driver...but TLS fights...he elbows Ray-Ray in the side of the head! Ray-Ray lets him go. TLS lands behind Ray-Ray...Ray-Ray throws a back elbow, catching TLS! TLS stumbles into a corner. Ray-Ray spins around and delivers BLOOD ON THE PLOW!!! But TLS ducks!! Ray-Ray’s elbow SLAMS into the top buckle. He grabs it, immediately, he turns around and TLS takes him over with Stranger Danger (Small Package)!!!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...representing OLD SCHOOL...THE LOST STRANGER!!!!!

Jones: He did it! That crazy son of a bitch, he did it!

Hood: Calm down, Ian Malcolm.

Jones: TLS snatched the win! What a huge victory for The Stranger!

Hood: I guess the Babysitter’s club continues.

~Ray-Ray sits up, frusrated. Second time in as many weeks. TLS rolls out of the ring, tired and ready to get some rest. He throws his arms in the air. The new school fans grumble and gripe. The old school fans go wild! Tonight, they celebrate sweet, sweet victory~

Jones: That’s the best we’ve seen from Garry Nelson since, well, since he beat up the faceless guy.

Hood: He outlasted 6 other big league stars. And he almost won the whole damn thing.

Jones: And he’s still figuring OCW out. He’s gonna be scary good once it all comes together.

Hood: Yep. But, tonight, TLS and the vets can hold bragging rights over the heads of their younger, newer opponents.

Jones: Insert some comment about a glass ceiling.

Hood: That glass may be there...but if tonight is any indication, it’s not gonna last much longer. Ball Ball, Easton, Claudius, and Ray-Ray are all about to bust through, becoming OCW stars.

Jones: No doubt.

~CJ O’Donnel is walking down the hall when Wh’ore stops him~

Who’re: CJ Cj Cj, great win out there! You continue defeat everyone that steps in your way. You nearly survived the Prison Yard. Do you feel slighted that you're not even being considered for an OCW Title shot?

~CJ Just smiles at her. As he begins to answer her, Killa Kali comes running out of a side room, microphone in hand. Smashing it several times over the back of CJs head, the echoes can be heard out in the arena. As CJ falls, Playboy G comes out and eyes Wh’ore up and down, giving her the lets go look. Killa Kali kicks CJ a few times and drops the microphone on in~

Killa Kali: Lets keep it up CJ, this is fun. Most of the bitches or bums, like Ball Ball and his ridiculous yurrrring would be curled up or quitting by now. But not you. See you soon lucky charms!

~CJ is left laying as Kali walks off, eyeing Who'Re. We cut back to Jones and Hood~

Jones: The attacks continue!

Hood: I'd probably just take the L if I were CJ. There's no way you're gonna win an attack battle with Kali. That dude just keeps coming for ya. He has no quit. No threshold for pain.

Jones: Killa Kali has his ticket punched to the main event at Truth or Consequences. His opponent? The winner of tonight's Main Event. Folks, it's for the OCW Title and it's coming up next...stick around!

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~The scene cuts to the backstage area where Willie Peterson is sitting alone in Amick Dogeron’s dressing room. He’s typing on his iPhone and smiling from ear to ear.~

Willie: I can’t believe it. Tamika is liking my tweets and flirting like crazy. She’s so hot. I’m totally gonna bang her. Bet!

~As he continues typing away, Amick Dogeron enters the room, still hyped from his attack on JPD earlier in the evening.~

Willie: Amick! I was… just checking the iTunes charts. “Bitch Boy Jace” is still #1 in songs downloaded. Been that way all week!

Amick: I don’t care about digital downloads or record deals. That song was always meant to be a joke… just like its subject. He can only dodge me for so long. Eventually I’m going to get what I want.

Willie: What about TLS?

Amick: What about him?

Willie: OCW tweeted it out, you guys are officially a team for the Margarita Mix. Some people are even saying he orchestrated the whole thing. That he knew you’d come in there thinking it was Mike.

Amick: Man, that’s stupid. Why would he do that?

Willie: You think he knows?

~Amick pauses and thinks for a second.~

Amick: No, there’s no way. We’ve had enough interactions by now. If he caught on I’d know about it.

Willie: Well, whether he knows now or not, you guys are going to have to find a way to work together.

Amick: Just let me take care of business with Jacey, then I’ll deal with the Stranger.

~We cut away to ringside. It's MAIN EVENT TIME~

Main Event
OCW Championship
The Big Bifford (c) (12-1) vs. Veronica Strader (15-2)

~The fans all rush from the concession stands and restrooms. A few fans are apparently rushed, toilet paper stuck to their shoes...zipping up their pants. One filthy fucker is even wiping his ass as he sprints down the steps, back to his seat. Normally, we’d shame this guy. But, it’s main event time...it’s OCW Championship time which means this dude has his priorities in line~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for our Main Event of the Evening!! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OCW Championship!

~HUGE ovation! The largest Kansas City ovation since Patrick Mahomes lead the Chiefs to a lead against the Bengals in the AFC Championship. The Chiefs would lose to Cincinnati in overtime. SUCK IT MAHOMES. Anyway...the ovation is massive~

Belvedere: Introducing first…the challenger

~The OCWTron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. There’s a confusion amongst the OCW Faitful as “Resist and Disorder” by REZODRONE begins to play. The lights begin to flicker purple, pink and silver when the beat gets harder. ~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

//I am the man who holds the keys
I sow the seeds, and I've got what you need
I live in fire,I am discord
I destroy, I am a demon\\

~ As the drums pick up the name Veronica Strader in large font starts to flash in pink and purple, with shots of her holding up the TransAtlantic title getting a definite happy reaction from the crowd. ~

Belvedere: Weighing in at One Hundred and Forty-Five pounds…

//Weight of the world, the price of a fighter
Where I decide you'll make your stand
Rise up! Resist and disorder
Rise up! Resist and disorder\\

~Vee steps out on stage, walking to the edge of the stage to the right looking out at the OCW Faithful, half booing but half cheering. She walks to the other side doing the same thing before returning to the centre where the ramp begins.~

Belvedere: Hailing from Key West, Florida by way of London, Ontario Canada…

~The former TransAtlantic Champion begins her descent towards the ring.~

//​​Nowhere to run, it's all undone
Everything burns, everything burns
I'll watch you fall down, I'll drag you face down
Everything burns, everything burns\\

~She does a quick step up the steel steps and wipes her boots on the apron before stepping through the second and top rope like a normal human being.~

Belvedere: SHE IS THE TRUE QUEEN OF OCW…

~Strader stands centre of the ring, holding her championship high!~

Belvedere: VERONICA STRADERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~She sneers as she awaits her opponent.~

Jones: She’s ready, Hood! The former TransAtlantic Champion with the biggest match of her life.

Hood: And now she waits. She waits for impending doom. Like Bruce Willis on that asteroid or Mufasas when he was hanging from that cliff.

Jones: I don’t think it’s that dire.

Hood: She’s facing Bifford. You know why they call these people the challenger, right? Because they’re about to go down like the shuttle.

Belvedere: And, her opponent...the champion…

~Gangsta’s Paradise hits! The crowd gets ominous. The most dangerous man in OCW history is about to appear...ROBELESS. It’s the ‘official’ in-ring return of Bifford. Ka’Berryon and Earl step out, pulling a giant crate with wheels that holds The OCW Champion. He’s seated, eating some delicious HAM as the two workers grunt and pull, thankful there’s a ramp aiding in the process. The fans all boo once they see the lazy, entitled, MURDEROUS OCW Champion. The very definition of Greed and Gluttony. This dude is so selfish he couldn’t settle for simply one deadly sin~

Belvedere: He is one of the most dangerous wrestlers in OCW history. He sets on the Mount Rushmore of OCW stars...alongside names like Scott Syren, Lurrr, and SiLVeRFReaK...he is the OCW Champion...he is...The Big Bifford!!!

~Bifford hears the name SiLVeRFReaK and he throws his HAM away and rises to his feet, crushing the crate beneath him. He powers through Earl and Ka’Berryon, heading toward the ring with the OCW Title over his shoulder. Belvedere exits. Bifford storms up the steps and manages to fit his massive girth through the ropes. He looks around, trying to find SiLVeRFReaK. The bell sounds~

Jones: Bifford is in the ring...but he’s looking for Silverfreak.

Hood: He’s going to be disappointed...again.

Jones: Somebody needs to tell him. The Freaky One isn’t returning. It’s not happening.

Hood: Time to move on, Big Guy.

~Strader walks up to Biff. Biff slowly looks down at the challenger. Tension is in the air. These fans are ready for fists to fly! Bifford then pushes Strader out of the way and continues looking for Silverfreak. Strader is nonplussed, thrown. She turns around, looking at the back of Bifford which is big enough to hold a painting of Kansas City drawn to scale. She walks up...her face going from anxious and excited to annoyed. She reaches up, grabs the OCW Title and rips it from his meaty shoulder. Bifford doesn’t react. His head moves around as he tries to spot the coward Silverfreak~

Jones: Bifford is consumed by hate when it comes to Silverfreak. So much so he doesn’t even recognize Veronica Strader, his opponent.

Hood: You know I’m a huge Bifford fan. Uh, minus all the murder and whatnot. But he’s got to let this Silverfreak thing go. THERE’S NO PAYOFF.

Jones: You try telling Bifford to let anything go. It’s impossible.

~Strader lunges forward and she SMACKS Bifford in the back of the head with the OCW Title!! Bifford stumbles into the corner, stunned. He turns around, his eyes full of confusion. Strader delivers an uppercut with the belt right into Bifford’s face! SMACK!! Bifford’s head jerks back, violently! The crowd goes wild!! Bifford leans into the corner, his legs wobbly. Strader takes a few steps back, charges forward and SMASH! She hits him in the face a third time!! Bifford falls on his ass, to the mat, his eyes nearly shut, blood emerging from his nose and mouth! The fans are going wild. Strader stands over him, holding the OCW Title. She looks into the faceplate, at her reflection...she allows herself to smile, just for a second. Scruff then rips the belt away. The fans boo! Scruff points at the time keeper and threatens a DQ. Strader begs him not to. The fans yell at Scruff not to DQ Strader. It sounds like a riot is close to breaking out~

Jones: Don’t you do it, Scruff! Don’t you DQ her!

Hood: Why not? She blatantly cheated!

Jones: With everything that goes on out there? This is her one big shot, Hood. A shot she’s earned more than any other member on this roster.

Hood: Look, I get it. But she clearly cheated to gain an early advantage. If she gets Disqualified she has nobody to blame but herself.

~Scruff has a decision to make. He pauses and he thinks about that one time he got tricked into eating a Bifford chicken sandwich. His stomach turns. He dry heaves, a bit. He then looks at Veronica and lets her off with a warning. The fans go wild!!! Scruff tosses the OCW Title out of the ring, to Belvedere. Strader storms around the ring, throwing her arms in the air, getting the fans to a fever pitch...she then turns toward Biff and she charges in and leaps into the air, driving both knees into his face!!! Huge ovation! Strader drops down to one knee and she wails away on Biff with right hands...each hand landing flush into Bifford’s fleshy face~

Jones: Alright! Way to go, Scruff!

Hood: Why even have a referee? Why even have rules?

Jones: Normally, I’d agree. But we’re talking about Bifford here.

~Strader finishs her barrage of blows and rises, looking down at the OCW Champ. He looks out. But she’s gotta pin him, somehow. She’s gotta get him out of that corner. She bends over and grabs his right foot and leans back, trying to drag him toward the center of the ring...but his giant body won’t budge. She looks to Scruff for help but he’s already helped her enough. She stands up, wiping sweat from her brow, trying to figure out what to do. An idea hits...she runs into the ropes. She bounces off and she comes flying forward with a foot into Bifford’s face! HUGE ovation! She pops back to her feet and she does this again and again! Three stiff kicks into Bifford’s face! He remains down, in the corner, motionless. Strader orders Scruff to check him, see if she’s knocked him out. Scruff carefully approaches OCW’s most well known but least penalized serial killer. He grabs his arm and holds it high in the air…he lets it fall. The fans yell out, “ONE!”~

Jones: Here we go! If that arm drops two more times this is over and we have a new champion!

Hood: Quickest OCW Title match ever?

Jones: It’d be up there with Alice Knight and MJ Bell from Like There’s No Tomorrow!

~Scruff holds the mighty arm of Bifford up once more. It drops! The fans scream ‘TWO!’ with unbridled delight! Scruff grabs the arm for a third time...OCW’s veteran ref is having a tough time lifting these arms up. So fucking heavy. He gets it up and lets it fall...it drops toward the canvas. Strader leans forward, watching with excitement in her eyes. The fans hold their breaths, all leaning forward, eyes full of hope. The arm falls and falls and falls...it nears the mat and...IT STOPS! The muscles activate and hold the arm up just inches from the canvas...slowly, Bifford brings his arm up, a meaty fist. Veronica stares at his hand, shaking her head, surprised and disappointed she didn’t knock him out with all that head trauma. The fans groan and exhale, crestfallen the match is forced to continue. Bifford’s fist stops and it extends his giant, fat index finger, pointing directly at Veronica. His eyes open with the hatred and fire Dan and Duce and Maurako have all endured for years. Strader stands upright, her demeanor shifting~

Jones: Dang it! He’s still in this!

Hood: And now she’s got his attention. You wanted it, you got it.

Jones: Stick with it, Veronica! Hang in there! Don’t let his antics and immovable stature deflate your optimism!

~Slowly, Bifford begins to emerge from the corner. He leans on his side and gets to all fours, crawling toward Strader. Veronica kicks him in the head, which stalls him for a second. But, he resumes his pursuit. Strader tries to stomp on his back, flattening him out...but his progress only increases. Bifford gets to one knee. Strader can’t let him reach his feet. She hits the ropes, she bounces off and she leaps at Bifford with another double knee strike...but Bifford catches her!! He rises up with Strader in his arms...Strader transitions, hooking him by the head and trying to take him over with a Tornado DDT...but Bifford won’t go down...instead he grabs onto Strader, walks toward the edge of the ring and he THROWS Veronica over the top rope all the way to the outside! She falls far and fast, crash landing outside with a sick thud!!! The fans at ringside recoil, turning away! Strader rolls away, her face contorted. Her entire body reeling with pain from the impact. Bifford drops back to one knee in the center of the ring, holding his head. The fans boo their champion~

Jones: Ugh. What a terrible fall.

Hood: And that’s what makes Bifford so tough. You can’t drag him out of a corner but he can throw you across the entire state of Missouri.

Jones: It shouldn’t be rewarded...his gluttony. He doesn’t work out. He doesn’t study film. He just eats and eats and eats.

Hood: I guess eating is a super power.

~Strader sits up against the barricade, holding her shoulder and working her leg back and forth. Her joints and nerves all messed up from the crash landing. The fans reach over and pat her on the shoulder...they give her encouragement. They tell her not to give up. It’s inspirational. She pulls herself up, rotating her shoulder, shaking off the pain. Bifford gets off his one knee and rises to his feet, staring at his challenger. She walks up the steps, standing on the apron, in the corner. She pauses, she’s having trouble figuring out how to attack this man. He’s just so fuckin massive. She steps through the ropes...she leans into them and runs at Bifford. Bifford throws a clothesline...but she ducks! She hits the ropes again...Bifford turns around and throws a punch...Strader ducks! She hits the ropes again...Bifford turns around and tries to kick her, but she dodges and hits the ropes again~

Jones: She’s running the ropes, Hood! Dodging Bifford’s slower than average strikes. I thinks he’s trying to wear him out!

Hood: I mean, that’s one way to go about it. Beats walking up and trying to punch the guy.

Jonese: Use that strength to her advantage. She’s got way more stamina than he does. If she can wear him out, maybe she can defeat him!

~Bifford throws another clothesline...Strader ducks. Bifford’s face is covered in sweat...the rapid fire movements are getting to him, combined with the trauma he suffered earlier in the match. He grows frustrated, turns around and charges at Strader, rather than waiting for her. His giant body slams into hers as she comes off the ropes and she flies through the ropes, landing onto the apron, harshly. Bifford leans over the top rope, catching his breath, sweat and some blood dripping from his face, onto the mat. The fans stomp...they clap, ‘Let’s go Strader!’ chants fill the arena. They’re doing their best to keep her going...keep her moving forward~

Jones: The Champion is showing signs of fatigue, Hood. Her plan might be working!

Hood: I’m going to assume we check these guys out before they compete...make sure their heart and shit are able to hold up. I mean, surely we wouldn’t have a guy die via heart attack in the ring, right?

Jones: That’s pretty much what happened to Mario Maurako.

Hood: Fuck, that’s right. Nevermind, should’ve figured that’s a thing that’s already happened around here.

~Bifford reaches over the top rope, trying to grab Strader. She gets to one knee on the apron and feels his hands grabbing at her hair. She pulls back and reaches up, grabbing Bifford by the head and she hangs off the side of the apron, holding onto his head...she’s got his neck pressed against the top rope! She’s choking him out, her weight and gravity! Her feet hanging a few inches above the ground! The fans go wild!! Bifford reaches around with his arms, but he can’t grab Strader. Scruff heads over and watches for a second before administering a five count. He gets to five and then orders a break. Strader lets go! The fans boo Scruff for doing his job. Bifford stumbles back, holding his throat, coughing. He drops to one knee. Veronica hops onto the apron...she stands...she jumps up and she springboards off the top rope...Bifford looks up and BAM! He’s hit in the face with a dropkick!!! He falls over onto his back! The crowd goes wild! Strader throws her body on top of his giant belly. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

KICK OUT

Jones: Kick out from the OCW legend. The uphill climb for Strader continues.

Hood: Yea, I dunno man. I kinda feel like Bifford is in trouble here. This one feels different.

Jones: He’s showing signs of fatigue. Strader seems to be getting stronger. I’d definitely agree.

~Bifford’s kickout is so forceful it sends Veronica straight to her feet. She sees Bifford trying to return to his feet...she runs into the ropes, bounces off and does a baseball slide right into the side of his head! The back of Bifford’s head drops to the mat...his body goes limp for a bit. Is he out? Veronica thinks about asking Scruff to check again...but her momentum is too strong. She’s tiring him out. She’s got a good plan and it’s working. She heads for the nearest corner and climbs to the top rope from inside the ring. She reaches the top and then jumps backwards, violently, flipping over with tremendous force and landing on top of Biff (mostly his head) with a Veronicasault (Litasault)!!!! The crowd goes wild!! She covers Biff! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

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SHOULDER UP!

Jones: SHOULDER UP! OMG! She’s close, Hood! She’s close!

Hood: Sounds like you’re close...to climaxing. Calm the fuck down, man.

Jones: C’mon, Veronica! The light is visible at the end of this dark, dangerous tunnel. You can do it! You can get there!

~Strader slams her right fist into her left palm. Frustrated she got so close only for Biff to get his shoulder up. The fans chant and cheer...it’s a reminder to push on. She returns to her feet. Bifford rolls onto his side and lays there, like a beached whale. She stomps on the side of his head a few times, keeping the pressure and pain and fatigue on. Bifford, like an angry, wounded beast, throws his arm out and he pushes Strader away. Despite his vulnerable nature, he’s still freakishly strong. She stumbles into the ropes. Bifford gets to all fours. The fans urge Veronica to move forward. Bifford gets to one knee. Strader heads his way and she grabs him by the head~

Jones: VeroniCutta! If she hits this it’s over!

Hood: Damnit...she’s got a move that doesn’t require picking that fucker up.

Jones: She’s thought ahead!

~She’s got Bifford hook for her devastating Diamond Cutter. But Bifford rises and he hoists Strader up!! She tries to break free, but his grip is too strong...he throws Veronica forward, much like before...only this time she lands, seated on the top buckle. This landing would probably cripple a man (for a minute or two)...but Strader is relatively unscathed. Bifford stumbles, holding his head. Strader pops to her feet...she turns around, facing the leviathan...she leaps off, soaring through the air with a Superman Punch...but Bifford dodges and catches her on his shoulder!! She tires to break free...she punches him in the head, rips at his hair...but Bifford isn’t letting go...he SQUEEZES! Veronica yells out! Bifford’s arms SQUEEZE her entire body, bending and twisting her insides. Her ribcage feeling like it’s on the verge of shattering. He’s got her in locked in the most painful bearhug in OCW history. Biff squeezes again...again Veronica screams out, her voice reaching the ears of every diehard OCW fans, causing them to feel some of her pain and experience plenty of empathy for what the former TransAtlantic Champion is going through. Bifford squeezes again! Another scream from Strader...a smile crossing Bifford’s face, who seems to be getting off on torturing this woman~

Jones: He’s going to break her ribs! Crack her back...something. He’s going to permanently injure this woman if he doesn’t let go!

Hood: So what’s he supposed to do? Just give up? She accepted his fuckin challenge. She knew what she was getting into.

Jones: I know, I know.

~Strader can’t stay in this much longer. Her body won’t be able to withstand the sheer size and strength and weight of Bifford. She leans in and she BITES Bifford on the ear!! Bifford mimicks Veronica by letting out a loud ROAR filled with pain! As big as he is, his ear is just as vulnerable as someone a fraction of his size. He picks Veronica up, rather than letting her go...he then charges forward and DRIVES Veronica into a corner!! The entire ring shakes...a few fans swear it moved! Bifford stumbles back, holding his ear...again, he goes to one knee, breathing heavily. Veronica, meanwhile, leans forward in the corner, her arms draped over the top rope, head hanging. Bifford feels around his ear and looks at his hand...dry, no blood~

Jones: Well, she managed to get out of that bear hug...only to get crushed in the corner.

Hood: It’s official, she’s a biter. Might be why Outcast vanished. She bit his dick off.

Jones: I don’t think that’s the case, at all.

~Bifford rises, fighting through the fatigue. He charges at Veronica...but Veronica comes to life and hits him with A Like Supreme (Superkick)!!!! Bifford stumbles back! The kick is flush, right into his jaw! But, he doesn’t go down. He’s stunned. Strader fires up! The crowd is on their feet...she gets into position and lunges forward with a second A Like Supreme!! But, Bifford ducks! He hoists Veronica up, onto his shoulders and immediately falls back with a Samoan Drop!!! Kansas City shakes! He leans back on her, for the count. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Veronica kicks out, but not as quickly as you’d like to see given how much offense she’s had in this one.

Hood: Yea, well, when 600lbs comes crashing down on a buck twenty five or whatever. That’s gonna take a toll.

Jones: Most definitely.

~Bifford doesn’t move. He simply leans further back, placing all his weight on Veronica, keeping her pinned to the mat. She manages to roll over enough to get her shoulder off the mat. Bifford rolls over and he plops his entire body on top of Veronica. She’s trapped under his weight. The fans yell and shout at Bifford to get off her...but Bifford is content on just laying there, smothering the life and energy out of the challenger. We get a close up of Vernoica’s face, pinned to the mat, cheek down. Her eyes look frustrated, her face reddening. She’s having trouble moving an inch, let alone enough to break free~

Jones: Knowing Bifford...he’s more than likely content to just lay there for however long it takes to get Veronica to either pass out or tap out.

Hood: Hey, I know it’s not popular. But it’s smart. The dude is using his greatest asset to his advanrtage.

Jones: I mean, you’re not wrong.

~Bifford looks up into the hard camera, sweat, spit, and blood leaking through and off the loose strands of his beard. His face a little worse for wear...the hood of PLETHORA usually masking any physical damage he takes. Strader continues to wince and twitch...but she isn’t making any progress. Scruff bends down, asking if she wants to give up, but she looks as though she’d rather spit in his face. He gets the vibe and backs away. Veronica struggles and she manages to wrangle an arm free and uses it to prod and pry at Bifford’s face, gouging an aye like a helpless swimmer would a great white shark. Bifford groans and sits up, giving Strader room to break free. She crawls out from under the behemoth and tries to get away. But Bifford reaches out and grabs her by the hair, pulling her back while returning to his feet...Strader, though, jumps up, grabs him by the head and she drops him with Veronicutta!!!! The crowd goes wild!!! Bifford is down! Face down, motionless! Strader hits the mat and remains down, rolling around, wincing in pain, gasping for air...clean, cool air~

Jones: She just hit Bifford with her finisher! VeroniCutta! If she can pin him, this one is over! A new champion!

Hood: Yea but she’s gotta roll him over.

Jones: She can do it! These Straders have so much passion and internal strength. I know she can do it!

~Veronica hears the fans clamoring for her to take advantage. She rolls over and crawls toward Bifford. The big man hasn’t moved since she hit her finisher. She leans into his side and she pushes and pushes. The fans urge her on. She’s trying to roll this massive human being over. Scruff watches, ready to dive in and make the count. She pushes and pushes...he starts to roll. She pushes and pushes...her hair beginning to soak in sweat. Her face puce from exhaustion. But she won’t quit. She pushes and pushes. He gets sideways...she pushes and pushes. The crowd rises, yelling, cheering. She pushes and pushes and SLAM! He rolls over onto his back! The crowd goes wild! Veronica dives on top of the champion! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!

Shoulder Up!!!!

Jones: NO! Are we sure? That felt like 3!

Hood: Nope, 2.9something. Fuckin close, but not three.

Jones: Damnit! DAMNIT! C’mon, Veronica...don’t get down. Stay focused! C’mon!

~Strader looks at Scruff, pleading. “Scruff, my guy...c’mon!” But Scruff is an honest man. He didn’t reach the three. Strader lowers her head, slapping the mat. The fans clap and chant, “Ronnie! Ronnie! Ronnie!” She fires back up, finding energy in their hope and enthusiasm. She reaches her feet and turns to attack Bifford...but, to her dismay, he’s already on one knee. So, she recalibrates and gets into position. Bifford stands and she throws A LIKE SUPREME!! But Bifford dodges!! Veronica stumbles, she turns around and eats a kick to the gut!! The crowd shrieks with horror!!! Bifford brings her in close and he jumps up dropping her with THE BIFF END!!!! The entire ring shakes! The energy is squashed out of the arena!!! Bifford lays his fat ass on top of Veronica. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

…

…

3!!!

NO!

Jones: YES! SHE SURVIVED THE BIFF END!

Hood: Mother fucker! Looks like he needs the robe. He’s human without it!

Jones: Let’s goooooo! C’mon, Veronica!

~Bifford, unlike Veronica, is VERY agitated with the nearfall. That’s the BIFF END. That’s the move that puts Hall of Famers down and ruins the hopes of rising talents like Duce, Dan, and a young Maurako. He struggles to his feet and stares down the veteran ref. Bifford stalks Scruff, staring at him like he’d stare at a homeless man ripe for the taking and making of hundred of chicken sandwiches. Scruff puts his hands up, begging Bifford off. But Bifford isn’t hearing it. He feels like the fix is in. Silverfreak’s name being mentioned in the intro. That obvious three count that was, somehow, less than. He corners Scruff and reaches out, placing his giant meaty hands around Scruff’s throat. Scruff warns him about a DQ but it doesn’t look like Biff cares~

Jones: Scruff might DQ Biff which, well, would be warranted...but it’d prevent Veronica from winning the title!

Hood: Bifford might take that DQ, if we’re being honest. The OCW Title is slipping away.

Jones: Yea and Veronica is not going to be happy with a DQ. She needs to get that monster’s attention off of Scruff and back on her.

~Strader looks up and sees Bifford about to choke out Scruff. She’s born and bred in this business and knows EXACTLY what a DQ would render. So she crawls forward and she delivers a LOW BLOW to Bifford from behind!!! The crowd goes wild!! Bifford’s hands fall to his side as he slowly backs away. Veronica moves, getting to the ropes and pulling herself up. She holds her neck, indicating the trauma it endured from The Biff End. Bifford stumbles toward the center of the ring...he looks up at Veronica, furious. She charges forward and delivers A LIKE SUPREME!!! Bifford raises up, stumbling~

Jones: A Like Supreme!!!

Hood: But he’s still on his feet!

Jones: Deliver it again! And again! And again! However many times it takes to chop that big tree down!

Hood: QUIET! You know Bifford has a tree phobia.

~Veronica delivers another A Like Supreme!!! Bifford stumbles back...he sways, swinging his arms. Veronica delivers ANOTHER A Like Supreme!! Bifford falls into the corner...but bounces back up, stumbling toward the challenger. Veronica is locked in...she charges forward with another A Like Supreme!!! But Bifford ducks!!! Veronica’s momentum takes her into the corner...she jumps up onto the second rope and turns around. Bifford turns around and Veronica leaps off the second rope with A LIKE SUPREME!!! Bifford sways back!! The crowd goes wild! A gust of wind my send him over. Veronica reaches forward, snaring his beard and pulling him forward~

Jones: She doesn’t want him to go down! She needs to keep him on his feet so she can hit VeroniCutta!

Hood: She’d better hurry up and do it!

Jones: I think Bifford is out on his feet, though. C’mon, Veronica! You got this!

~Strader looks up at Biff and then down at his belly. She extends her hands and she starts to slap at his belly...a bunch of belly slaps. The fans cheer! She looks up at Bifford and yells, “THIS IS FOR OUTCAST!” Strader jumps up and grabs Bifford by the head for VeroniCutta!!!! But Bifford uses her momentum and tosses her up, she flips over, he catches her and he drops her with THE BIFF END...only this time it’s a tombstone instead of a piledriver!!!!! Veronica’s entire body seizues up before going limp!! Bifford throws all his weight across her head and shoulders. Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

…

~Veronica tries to wiggle free. She tries to get a shoulder up. But she can’t...Bifford’s too heavy~

3!!!!!!!

~The bell rings! The crowd BOOOOOS~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW CHAMPION...THE BIG BIFFORD!!!!!

Jones: NO!!!!

Hood: Sheesh. That was fuckin close, man.

Jones: She had it! SHE HAD IT!

Hood: Yea, and then she just had to play with her food, slapping him in the belly. Sheer fuckin hubris, man. It cost her.

Jones: So disappointing. I’m sick.

~Bifford rolls off of Veronica, laying on his back, staring up in the lights. And, while he’d never say it, it’s clearly written on his face, he dodged a major, major bullet. The OCW Title is returned, dropped atop his gut. He lays there, sucking wind. Veronica, meanwhile, rolls over onto her front, face buried into the mat, eyes shut. Her hands gripping at the canvas...every movement of her body tells the story...she’s devastated. Fans scream! We cut to the entrance to find Killa Kali running from the back and slides into the ring~

Jones: Security! Security!

Hood: Dudes gonna do what he wants, just let it go.

~Inside the ring, Killa Kali drags Veronica Strader up by her throat and does The Street Sweeper, landing her already tired body on the mat. Her neck enduring even more trauma. Scruff dives down, checking on her. Walking over, Kali grabs Bifford and uses all his might to pull him to his feet. Bifford grips the OCW title~

Hood: Cop Killa! Cop Killa! He’s gonna try to drop Bifford with the COP KILLA!

Jones: Good luck!

~Kali struggles...he struggles. He gets Bifford up!! The fans gasp. He falls back and he drops Bifford with COP KILLA! Not a full Cop Killa but enough to hurt the OCW Champion. Bifford hits the mat and rolls to the side, holding his head in pain. Kali rips the OCW Title away and he holds it high in the air. The fans BOOOOO. He motions for the camera to come in close so he can yell in it~

Killa Kali: It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day Bitches. The age of wimps and long winded assholes is over. Its now the time of terror, the Age of Pain, and I’m the Bringer of Violence.

~Kali drops the title on top of Biff and he exits the ring. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and talks some shit to the fans. He tells them to get fucked. The fans boo and yell. Kali just laughs. Something catches his eye...he turns and he sees Bifford! Bifford is holding his neck, standing outside the ring with the OCW Title in his hand. Kali looks at him, “You want some more, fatass?” Bifford moves toward Kali. Kali is ready. Kali punches Bifford! Bifford punches Kali! The two men brawl their way up the ramp! The fans cheer the violence, eager to see who will prevail~

Jones: Kali got the jump on Bifford but he’s finding out what so many learnd the hardway. You can’t keep that man down.

Hood: He’s no man. He’s a fuckin monster.

~The two men brawl to the top of the ramp. As they do, we see The Knife Man emerge, pushing the PORTAL POTTY. They pay it no attention, consumed with killing each other. They brawl through the curtain, vanishing. Veronica watches from the ring…she tries to join them, but her body is wrecked. Her spirit is there but the body is unable to comply. She’s been dropped on her head twice and then tossed onto her neck. Medics tell her to relax. Machete Phil, inside the ring tries to calm her down...but like a wounded warrior in battle, she refuses to let it go...she wants to join the fight~

Jones: Poor Veronica. She gave it her all and now she’s left in that ring...her body wrought with pain. It’s tough to watch.

Hood: Yea, she’s definitely proud and strong. No doubt about that.

~Veronica gets her upper body and arms over the middle rope as she watches, helplessly, the two OCW Title contenders brawl away from her, leaving her behind. Her eyes widen...they fill with water. The fans try to cheer her up with chants. But she’s too upset~

Jones: Oh man, this is heartbreaking for Marcus Welsh’s Chosen One!

Hood: She got too close to the sun and got burned.

~ Veronica notices the Portal Potty. The Knife Man standing behind it, nervous~

Jones: Why is that out here?!

Hood: Get that thing out of here!

~The door bursts open and lets out a blinding light! A silhouette appears as Veronica looks up through her matted hair, a look of surprise on her beaten and exhausted face. A man steps forward, scruffier than we last saw, maybe even a FEW years of wear and tear. It’s the one, the only… ~

Jones: IT’S OUTCAST, HOOD!

Hood: Classic OCW, baby!

~ The OCW faithful erupt for the man that carried OCW on his back through the Purge into the new era. He sees Veronica in the ring. He hears the two men brawling in the back...brawling over HIS title. But their time will come later. He’s returned for Veronica~

Jones: Has he been lost in the PORTAL POTTY this whole time?!

Hood: Would make sense since we haven’t seen him in MONTHS.

~Outcast makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He moves to the fallen Strader. He bends down and slides his arms under her, taking her in his arms. The Knife Man moves to get the PORTAL POTTY locked back up~

Jones: Oh man, we witnessed a classic Main Event between two of the top stars in the company to have another pillar return!

Hood: Man, it’s good to have Outcast back! You know he’s gonna want another go at Big Bifford, especially knowing he was Plethora now!

Jones: We always knew! Lord!

~Outcast exits the ring, carrying the wounded Veronica backstage. She leans on him for strength in this...the toughest moment of her career. The fans go wild, cheering Outcast and Veronica on as they exit the stage. We cut to Jones and Hood~

Jones: Outcast has returned and he’s helped Veronica to the back! Unbelievable!

Hood: That’s royalty right there. That’s also Loyalty. That’s what Proud and Strong is all about.

Jones: Veronica was experiencing the lowest of lows...and, just at that moment, he returns. Outcast returns and gives her hope. For now, he’ll tend to Veronica. But soon, very soon, he’ll turn his focus to whoever survives the Main Event at Truth or Consequences.

Hood: No fucking doubt.

Jones: Alright folks, let's head backstage before a commercial break!

~The camera cuts from ringside to the backstage area of the T-Mobile Center. OCW minority owner Marcus Welsh can be seen inside of his office. Marcus is seated behind his desk going over some paperwork when suddenly the door to his office is kicked wide open. THE Savage Champion Jace Parker Davidson storms into the office with his Championship belt around his waist. Welsh looks up from his paperwork as JPD approaches his desk.~

JPD: What the fuck was all of that about?!

Marcus Welsh: Pardon me?

JPD: Don’t play dumb with me. I do you and this entire company a favor. I decide to wrestle on your weekly show in fucking Missouri of all places and this is how I am treated?

~Marcus Welsh remains silent as he thinks over what THE Savage Champion just said to him. Marcus folds his hands together on the desk and nods his head slowly.~

Marcus Welsh: Indeed, it was quite the honor having you on tonight’s card. Did you want a cookie? I certainly can have someone run out and get some for outstanding effort you made out there tonight.

~There was obvious sarcasm in Marcus’ comment, and it doesn’t go over well at all with JPD. The Champion’s top lip curls in anger before he slams both of his hands down onto Welsh’s desk as hard as he possibly can.~

JPD: I am NOT in the mood for your bullshit right now. I wrestled my ass off out there tonight and you just sat back here and let both Mike Zybala and Amick Dogeron attack me after my match. I knew you were incompetent, but this is unforgivable!

Marcus Welsh: I personally do not control what people like Mike Zybala and Amick Dogeron decide to do. Much like I had no control over the fact that you and Garry Nelson decided to attack Mr. Dogeron after his match. Then did it again after the Tag Team title main event when you both attacked the Champions Mike Zybala and TLS.

~Marcus Welsh lowers his head and begins to stack and straighten the paperwork on his desk, but JPD knocks the paperwork from his hands. JPD knocks everything off of Welsh’s desk in one sweeping motion as the vein on the side of his head begins to pulsate.~

JPD: Do your fucking job for once in your life! Everyone else in the locker room might tolerate your clownish fucking actions like having a mental breakdown and letting the inmates run the asylum for God knows how long. Then practically signing away almost all of the ownership shares of OCW without knowing what the fuck you were getting into beforehand. You’re a goddamn failure but now you’re going to do something to fix all of your mistakes!

Marcus Welsh: Well, I appreciate the feedback but maybe you need to address this issue with Mr. Duke.

JPD: Fuck that! I don’t want to walk in on Thad deep dicking another Strader. You’re the one that offered and signed me to an OCW contract. So, what are YOU going to do about the fact that Mike Zybala decided to hit me with a belt he doesn’t deserve not once but twice?!

~Welsh remains calm as he gets up out of his seat and walks around to the front of his desk. JPD steps back a bit as Marcus leans back against his desk and folds his arms across his chest.~

Marcus Welsh: Well, that’s a good question. I have taken it into consideration that Mr. Nelson and you have requested a Tag Team title shot. But you know how Zybala is, he got excited and decided to give you a couple of title shots here tonight.

~Marucs tries his best not to smirk as JPD narrows his eyes.~

JPD: Typical OCW…

~Marcus clears his throat and interrupts JPD.~

Marcus Welsh: It’s Classic OCW, baby.

JPD: Eat a bag of dicks! I don’t care about your lackluster catchphrases. Zybala had no business hitting me with that belt earlier tonight. As 10% owner of OCW I could sue his ass for what he did. In fact, that 10% of OCW ownership should belong to me! But for now, I will settle for an official shot at the OCW World Tag Team Championship belts.

Marcus Welsh: That would make for a very interesting match, but I think I’ll give that shot to another team. After that then I’ll consider where Mr. Nelson and you stand as contenders to the titles.

~JPD balls his hands into fists but stops and takes a deep breath. The tension in his body eases as he reminds himself not to fall victim to Welsh’s provocation.~

JPD: Typical Marcus Welsh, protecting his untalented hacks from a real challenge. Zybala is a small fish in an even smaller pond. He can only hide behind your skirt for so long. Now, I know you’re going to do something about that fucking pest Amick Dogeron. A termination of contract would be a suitable punishment.

~JPD smiles a bit at the thought as Marcus leans off of his desk and ponders the situation.~

Marcus Welsh: Yes, Amick Dogeron… What am I going to do about him?

~Marcus begins to pace back and forth in front of his desk with her hand on his chin as he thinks over his options. JPD becomes impatient and begins to tap his foot on the office floor in an annoyed manner. Suddenly, Welsh stops pacing and raises his index finger into the air. It seems like a lightbulb just went off for the minority owner as he turns to face JPD.~

Marcus Welsh: I know exactly what I’m going to do about Amick Dogeron and trust me, you’re going to love this.

~JPD rolls his eyes a bit then makes a motion with his hand for Marcus to get to the point already.~

Marcus Welsh: I just remembered that you still don’t have an opponent for Truth or Consequences even though all the other title matches are set. So, I have decided that you will be defending the Savage Championship belt one on one against Amick Dogeron inside of a steel cage!

~JPD’s eyes widen as he literally steps back and jumps into the air a bit.~

JPD: WHAT?!?!!??

~Welsh stifles a laugh at JPD’s reaction as the OCW Savage Champion points down to the belt around his waist.~

JPD: What kind of fucking punishment is that?! You think that fucking lame ass YouTube influencer deserves ANOTHER shot at this belt?! He couldn’t beat me at Big Game Hunting, and he couldn’t beat me at Reformation. He goes to the back of the fucking line!

Marcus Welsh: Fair points but considering what happened earlier tonight, it seems like Mr. Dogeron is indeed capable of beating you.

~Marcus leans back and begins tapping his hand on his desk gently.~

JPD: That doesn’t count! That was after I had a grueling match and got attacked by Zybala! Dogeron should be punished not rewarded!

Marcus Welsh: What better punishment than to be stuck inside of a steel cage with THE OCW Savage Champion. You did say he couldn’t beat you, correct? And since you seem to deem fit to just decide when and where you’re defending the Savage Championship belt, I am sure you’ll have no problem putting it on the line against Dogeron. Got to keep making sure that the Savage Championship is the most important belt in OCW, right?

~Marcus winks at JPD but the Champion is fed up with the minority owner of OCW. JPD reaches out and slaps Welsh across the face hard. Welsh’s head snaps to the side from the impact of the slap as JPD gets in his face.~

JPD: You think you can break me? You think that you and your piss poor roster can run me out of OCW? Fine, I’ll handle Amick Dogeron, no problem.

~Welsh raises his hand to the side of his face and turns his head back towards Davidson. The amusement and playfulness is completely gone off of the minority owner’s face.~

Marcus Welsh: About that… since you seem to have an obsession with physical altercations, I am enforced a no physical contact ruling between you and Amick until Truth or Consequences. If either of you break that ruling, then you will be heavily fined and suspended indefinitely.

~Welsh rolls his neck a bit as JPD stands there stewing over the ruling.~

Marcus Welsh: And next week on Massacre I’m going to have you and Amick make nice in the middle of the ring for a contract signing to make the Savage Championship match at Truth or Consequences official.

~Welsh reaches down and straightens his suit along with his posture.~

Marcus Welsh: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to before the show ends.

~Welsh moves past JPD and aggressively bumps his shoulder into the Champion. Marcus exits the office and slams the door behind him. JPD screams in frustration before literally flipping over Welsh’s desk as we fade to commercial.~

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~A graphic reads EARLIER IN THE DAY. We open in catering as a duck lipped woman stands eating handfuls of shrimp. Two members of the ring crew enter catering, eager to finally get some grub into their tummies. One of the men reaches for a plate, bumping into the woman. Suddenly, she starts screaming at the top of her lungs, like a toddler being told no by their mom. The man watches confused as the woman begins to threaten his job~

Crew Member 1: Do you even work here?

~The duck lipped lady crosses her arms in disgust, as if the thought of being asked such a thing was insulting~

Ducklips: My husband OWNS this company

Crew Member 2: Oh, this must be that fake Sahara people have been tweeting about.

Crew Member 1: Should we call security?

Crew Member 2: They don’t pay me enough.

~The two of them walk off as the annoying woman follows close behind them. As she continues hollering at them down the hall, some of the OCW roster fills in the room. As the hungry competitors fill their stomachs, Crash Rodriguez enters the room with Lou and Bash on his tail~

Lou: See kid, everybody goes to catering, we’ll surely find someb-

~Lou stops in his tracks, his jaw hits the floor. Crash waves a hand in front of the former attorney's face, trying to snap him back to reality~

Crash: Lou? You okay?

Lou: He’s perfect.

Crash: Perfect? Who?

~Lou points across the room, and Crash tries to see who he’s pointing to in the crowd of people~

Crash: Scruff? He’s not even in the mix. Well, I mean, he might be, cause he’s a ref, but he’s not a competitor.

Lou: Not Scruff you fucking neandethal. Him! The 8 foot monster.

~Crash looks behind Scruff, finally laying eyes on Ball Ball as he begins closely inspecting the shrimp provided. Lou starts to make his way through the crowd as The Crooked Man stays behind~

Lou: Hey, Ball Ball! I almost didn’t see you up there, big guy, how’s your day going?

~Suddenly, Lou is pushed away from Ball Ball as an army of his goons circle around him, dapping like frenzied geese~

Goons: YEEEERRR, YEERR, YERRR,

Lou: What the fuck is this? Do you people mind?

Goon 138: Just turn around and head home, old man.

Lou: I have an urgent matter to discuss with Mr. Ball.

~Crash makes his way through the crowd, his eyes glued to the numerous goons giving his representation a hard time~

Crash: Fuck em, Lou. You tried, he doesn’t want a partner for the mix, so leave him.

~As the two men and a baby turn on their heels to leave, Ball Ball steps through his line of goons, towering over the crowd of men~

Ball Ball: Ball Ball hears rumors you’re in need of a mix partner. Ball Ball also needs a partner.

~The army of Goons begin rabbling. They seem outraged Ball Ball even got the idea to team up with someone who has the same name as a bad plane landing. One of the Goons speaks up to Ball Ball~

Goon 112: Boss, surely you can’t be serious! Teaming up with this clown? We don’t even know who he is! You need to team up with someone who’s not going to hold you back. There’s TLS! There’s CJ O’Donnell. You’re fucking Ball Ball this chump isn’t made for the likes of you!

~The Goons start getting hype again, more YERRS can be heard as they echo through the room. Crash and Lou seem insulted yet they stay. To talk shit? Perhaps. Ball Ball seems disappointed in his Goons. Ball Ball raises his lanky ass arm into the air~

Ball Ball: Enough.

~The room goes silent. Ball Ball sighs~

Ball Ball: So, Gash is it? Ball Ball wants to hear what you have to bring to the table.

Crash: It’s Crash, actually. And, while I may not be… really really tall. I am-

Lou: He is The Crooked Man. The last diamond in this industry. The future of OCW was realized the second his name filled the dotted line. You wanna ask what he brings to the table? Well, to put it simply, he brings the whole fucking table.

Crash: Well, yeah, that just about sums it up. So, what do you say?

Ball Ball: You son of a bitch, Ball Balls in.

~Ball Ball and Crash shake hands like Arnold Schwarzenegger and Carl Weathers from that scene in Predator~

Jones: Ball Ball and Crash are teaming up for the MIX! Another amazing team!

Hood: Given how both fought tonight, that is going to be a tough team to knock out.

Jones: No doubt. Alright...let's cut to a promo that'll close tonight out. It's from Marcus Welsh and Thaddeus Duke, taped earlier in the week from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. The lineup has been finalized and we're going to finally hear it. Sit back and enjoy, folks.

~We cut to the deserted landscape of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. The terrain seems to indicate this place has seen more consequences than anything else. But there’s truth in silence and desolation. A shitty, run down bar on the side of a mostly barren highway remains open. The only indication it isn’t as dead as the grass around it is the patron strolling inside. We follow. This patron orders a double of whiskey before heading to the men’s room. He side steps an exiting patron. A familiar face, Marcus Welsh. Welsh takes a seat on the creaking, off balanced bar stool. He takes whatever swill resides in a clear, label-less bottle of liquid. OCW’s minority owner takes a sip and winces something fierce. The bartender stifles a laugh. Welsh coughs and turns toward the camera~

Marcus Welsh: Truth or Consequences. A site that is intertwined in the core of OCW. The home of Silverfreak. A man who helped build this company into what you see today. A man who endured his fair share of results stemming from a variety of acts. A man who remained loyal to some.

~Silverfreak is shown defeating Scorpion for the OCW Title. A man more loyal to OCW than most. His hard work rewarded with the ultimate achievement. The crowd goes wild~

Marcus Welsh: A man who also betrayed some closest to him. Betrayal that resulted in calamity.

~Another video is shown. This time of Scott Syren beating Silverfreak up and removing him from his powerful stable, proving that, in his mind, Silverfreak was no longer Just Fucking Cool~

Marcus Welsh: Trial and tribulations. Ups and Downs. Silverfreak, more than any other wrestler in OCW history, knows the value in truth and how treachery deals out consequence.

~The second patron exits the bathroom and pauses, looking at the bartender, wondering who Welsh is talking to. But the bartender tells him to roll with it. So he gets out of view and heads to his stool~

Marcus Welsh: In two weeks OCW steps foot back into this infamous town with loyalty and betrayal defining the end game for an entire roster of high end players. The championship landscape in OCW will be dictated for the foreseeable future on Sunday, July 31st. Two giant match concepts separated into halves. The first half headlined by two title matches.

Marcus Welsh: A craze title match featuring Tamika Strader defending against Crash Rodriguez. Crash receiving his rematch. Once again hoping to attain that which eludes.

Marcus Welsh: Newly crowned TransAtlantic Champion, CYPH3R eager to show he’s more than a one hit wonder as he defends against the hardest working man in OCW, CJ O’Donnell. As crazy as it sounds, CJ is looking to snare the first singles title in his OCW career.

Marcus Welsh: The Savage Championship. OCW’s second highest honor. A title claimed by JPD in his second match. Amick, his challenger. He’s yet to defeat JPD...but he’s also yet to be defeated by JPD. On July 31st, something has got to give.

Marcus Welsh: And, in our main event. Two pro wrestling legends battle it out for the biggest prize in the industry. The Big Bifford, an unstoppable force in and out of the ring, will face down a demon he managed to avoid 20 years ago. Killa Kali, survivor of the Prison Yard, seeks to claim the OCW Title for the first time in his historic career.

~Welsh takes a final sip of his drink, wincing hard~

Marcus Welsh: These are the championship matches. These are the current elite in OCW. Their status, however, is far from secure.

~We fizzle and transition out to an affluet area in Truth or Consequences. A very rustic, very new, very nice bar is located within a busy area. Inside, we find OCW Majority Owner, Thaddeus Duke seated in a booth...the largest booth in the entire establishment. Something expensive and top shelf rests in front of him. The patrons all look on, eager to hear what this man of wealth, status, and power has to say~

Thaddeus Duke: Consequences send you falling down the ladder. Finding yourself inside a bar rodents would be wise to avoid. Truth, however, offers the finer things in life. So, as your majority owner, I’m here to once again help this company flourish by giving hope to the rest of the OCW roster.

Thaddeus Duke: Kicking off the first half of Truth or Consequences will be a four way match for a Craze Title Shot. JAM G, Ball Ball, Claudius Augustus, and Helena Handbasket. All fairly new. All talented. All with the opportunity to break out of their low level status.

Thaddeus Duke: Ricky Rodriguez will make his debut in the first half of Truth or Consequences as he faces the high rising Cass Baumer and, my personal favorite, Sahara in a triple threat with a Transatlantic Title shot on the line.

~The people around nod and say things like “Great matches. He’s finally giving the lower card a chance!” “All hail DUKE!”~

Thaddeus Duke: Kicking off the second half of our historic event will be another triple threat. Mark Storm and Easton Alexander will do battle for a shot at the Savage Title. What about Alexandra Calaway? Well, if she decides to stick around, she’ll be included in this match as originally intended. If not… she can hit the bricks for all I care while Storm and my little pet Easton Alexander will go one on one.

~Hmm, did that 20k sway their decision? Doubtful, considering every Duke sneeze is worth more than 20k. But, maybe Welsh did some negotiating. Whatever, let’s continue~

Thaddeus Duke: Call me a sucker. But I wouldn’t be where I am if it weren’t for truth and loyalty. There is no better example of that in OCW than these three men. TLS, BRIM, and Zybala. They’ll get another crack at earning an OCW Title shot. A chance they’d better take advantage of because the future is now and it can’t be held back any longer.

~Thad raises his glass~

Thaddeus Duke: On Sunday, July 31st...here’s to truth.

~We cut to Welsh who is sweaty, smelly, and sipping on more swill. He stares into the murky liquid inside his glass~

Marcus Welsh: And here’s to consequences…

~A split screen of Thad enjoying the finer things in life while Welsh wallows in heat and misery. We slowly fade out~